Don't Be Shy 25

Kara padded into the kitchen. Lena sat at the breakfast nook, a bowl of some oaty cereal poured and a half a grapefruit on a plate. She was reading the newspaper. Her mask was in place, but she was wearing fresh clothes. And she’d showered. Either that or Lena was just so controlling that she could meditate for a couple minutes and her body instantly went back to looking like it was on the cover of GQ.

While Kara was naked except for bondage restraints and bedhead.

“Morning,” Lena deadpanned.

“Morning,” Kara said back numbly. She found she didn’t really mind being naked—letting herself be seen by Lena was certainly the least of what they’d done together—but she did feel literally underdressed. Like she could’ve at least run a comb through her hair before presenting herself to her boss… mistress… lover… whatever Lena was.

She looked from the masked Lena to her breakfast and wondered if Lena had actually been eating in that thing. No, that was impossible. She’d probably heard Kara get up, put it on… but why hadn’t she just told Kara to go back to her room, if she was so set on not being seen without her mask? Now her cereal was getting all soggy.

Had she slept in it? Had she slept at all? No, it was too early in the morning to try to figure Lena Luthor out and Kara was wearing entirely too little underwear—none underwear—to do any deep thinking.

“Sorry that I fell asleep on you,” Kara said.

“Nonsense. I would’ve woken you if I desired more. One of our bodies was bound to give out first. I’m gratified it wasn’t mine.”

“Yeah, you’re, uh…” Kara didn’t think barging into Lena’s kitchen naked and complimenting her abs was the vibe she wanted to project now. “You’re really something.”

“In fact, we probably went a little past reasonable limits. If I had known we were going to be so… productive… I would’ve provisioned us accordingly. Some water bottles nearby. More lubricant. Maybe a cheerleader uniform,” she added lastly, quirking an eyebrow.

Kara felt her cheeks coloring. What is it with this girl and cheerleaders? she wondered, before thinking of the hot pants and the crop tops and the Kama Sutra levels of bending. So, stupid question. But she still liked the way Lena said her name too much to care for something as generic as cheerleader for a pet name.

Was that what it was? Did she have a pet name? No, people had pet names for each other and she didn’t have a pet name for Lena. Except for Mistress. That couldn’t count, surely…

Lena stood, buttoning her jacket over her blouse. It was such a big, important, legal drama move that Kara couldn’t believe she was doing it after reading the Sunday funnies and having a bowl of Oaty Os. “Well, I can see your morning routine awaits. I have to get to work. You can go back to your own room whenever you wish, just take the Do Not Disturb sign off the door before you do. I’ve left a generous tip for the maid who has to clean the sheets; it’d be a shame not to let her earn it.”

Kara bit her lip. “You know… it’d be a shame to have the bed all messed up and me all messed up and just clean everything up when we could…” Her words faltered off. What are you doing? she asked herself. Because she knew she wasn’t actually asking to be fucked again, for the fifth time in twenty-four hours…

“Could?” Lena prompted.

Oh, what the hell, I’ve made my bed… or fucking halfway dismantled the bed… “Do that thing we were talking about… with the riding… before I fell asleep? Since you were supposed to wake me up…”

“So it’s my fault?” Lena asked.

Abort, ABORT. “No, I just—we said we were going to—”

“We?”

Really motherfucking abort! “I just thought you might like to have a little more fun before we call it a night. Since I think we were in the AM there, some, which is a new day, so why not mess around a little and then call it a morning?” Kara finished lamely.

“Hmm,” Lena nodded. “I think you misunderstand our arrangement, just a little. You see, I am paying you. So when I want sex, I tell you to bend over. When you want sex… well, I don’t know. But it does seem a little ungracious to just ask for it, after I already strained myself to give you…” She held up her finger and counted each of the four Xs, which Kara thought was a little melodramatic. “Four orgasms. Yes. I think you could stand to be a little more gracious.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“That’s alright. Most people are a little thoughtless, first thing in the morning. Or ten AM, as the case may be.” Lena got up and went to get her coat. “But I’ll tell you what. Write a letter, thanking me for your wonderful experience last night and requesting the pleasure of my company again, then I’ll think about it. You should probably shower as well. Do something with your hair. And wear something naughty under your usual… choices. I promise I’ll give due consideration to your inquiry the moment I return home.”

“Okay,” Kara said, crossing her arms, hiding her breasts behind them.

Lena shrugged on the coat. She walked beside Kara, amusing herself by brushing the hem of her coat along Kara’s naked calf. “I’m not censuring you. I very much enjoyed last night myself. But I’m not your girlfriend, I’m your mistress. I won’t settle for a quickie to salve your itchy cunt. I’m paying you for the absolute best and that’s what I’ll have.” She prodded Kara’s lowered chin up with her forefinger. “I was very satisfied by last night. I know you were too. Why would you want to give me less than that? Why would you ever be satisfied with offering me mediocrity?”

“I just wanted more of… what happened,” Kara admitted, browbeaten by the weight of how Lena talked. Like she’d degraded herself by offering Lena a fling when she was so imperfect.

“That’s natural,” Lena told her. “But now that you know what it’s like, we should have a higher standard, not less. I don’t want it to get worse and worse. I want it to get better. Perfect.”

“Perfect is a tall order.”

“Perfection has one upside and one downside. And they’re both that once you give someone perfection, they don’t want anything else.”