Fifty Shades of Gotham

“Someone in here?” Kon asked, seeing the door to the Kompound open. He pushed it all the way open to let his bulky body in and the light from the open door bled inside, reaching all the way to the door to his bedroom. That was cracked too. “Hello?”

“In here.” The voice was Laura’s, throaty with excitement. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Closing the door behind him, Kon went into the bedroom. He stopped short a few feet into the room. His eyes lit up, seeing Laura’s naked body stretched out on the bed.

“Uhh… hi.”

“I want you,” Laura said, her eyes glinting with hunger. “I want to be yours.”

“Whatever you say,” Kon answered, not that he was paying much attention to what she was saying. His full attention was on her nudity, her juicy little body curving in all the right places despite how petite she was.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Laura asked.

“Oh yeah,” Kon replied, too turned on to be embarrassed by her frank, unladylike use of the word.

“Do you want to tie me up and fuck me?” Laura demanded.

“Yea—wait, what?” Kon asked. “Tie you up?”

Laura nodded, remembering the pressure of ropes on her wrists, her ankles, even gagging her mouth. She hadn’t been defeated many times, hadn’t been tied up much, but Logan had still insisted on training her to escape bonds. For four hours, she’d been taught how to untie knots, contract her body, clench her muscles in just the right way—and all the while, she’d been so turned on, it was all she could do not to throw herself at her mentor.

With Kon, thankfully, she didn’t need to hold back.

“I thought you wanted to fuck,” Kon said. “If you want to fuck, and I want to fuck, why do you have to be tied up?”

“Why do I have to give you a blowjob?” Laura asked. “When you can just fuck me?”

Kon bit the inside of his cheek. That was a decent question.

“You can have me give you one,” Laura added, the words making her pussy shudder as she slowly, precisely spoke them. “When I’m tied up and I’ll have to.”

The crystalline drops of her arousal glistened in her sparse pubic hair. Kon’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe it. He knew it was too much to ask for to have a girlfriend who got off on giving blowjobs, but Laura was actually getting turned on at the thought of being tied up and made to suck him off!

“Don’t I have to?” Laura concluded, stretching out her slender legs, opening her slit a little.

It was hard to notice anything besides Laura’s warm, sensuous body, but now Kon saw the coil of rope placed on the bed beside her, like a lover taking up the other side of the bed from Laura. She picked it up and dropped the hemp between her legs, covering the pussy that had so dominated Kon’s attention—like she knew that would ensure he saw it.

“Don’t let me deny you,” Laura whispered, putting her hands over her breasts now, hiding them from sight. She squeezed them as Kon longed to. And suddenly it occurred to Kon that with her hands bound, and her legs tied to the bedposts, she wouldn’t be able to keep him from seeing her—not until he let her go.

That was enough to make him like the sound of this Fifty Shades of Gotham crap.

Kon stripped off his clothes quickly, popping several buttons in his hurry. When he was naked, his cock throbbing in front of him, he grabbed the rope. Almost instinctively, he knew what to do. Like a sprawling, much-remembered fantasy, he could see how the rope might go over Laura’s body. Kon wondered if either Clark or Lex had this fetish, had passed it on to him. Hell, maybe he’d just spent too much time with Wonder Girl.

He looped the rope around Laura’s throat like a collar, then made a figure-eight around her small, supple breasts. He tightened out the slack and found the rope perfectly fit to her delicate-seeming body, the hemp squeezing into her softly yielding flesh. He turned Laura over and circled the rope around her wrists, so that they were bound behind her back. Then he turned her back on top of her cinched wrists, looking down and glorying at the sight of her.

“My feet,” Laura said, stretching her legs out to either of the bedposts at the foot of the bed. “I can still do damage with my legs free…”

Kon briefly wondered how telling that remark was, if being tied up this way actually made her feel normal, assuaged some of the feelings of bitterness she had over her wounded past. In any case, he stretched out the loose rope to her feet, first knotting it around her ankles, then continuing on to the bedposts. He tied each end taut to the bedframe, then took a barely-there loop of rope from her upper body and managed to pass it over a section of the headboard. Laura was virtually suspended between the headboard and the bedposts, the rope all but used up, it was so tight.

“Tighter!” Laura moaned. “I want it to hurt before you fuck me.”

Kon pulled the last of the slack out of the rope, its coils biting into Laura’s body as much as Kon dared. By now, his eyes gleamed with animalistic lust. The process of binding Laura had served as shockingly good foreplay. He was ready to reward himself for all his efforts—and though he was sure Laura could still ninja her way out of all that, the idea that she couldn’t, that she really was his to do with as he pleased, was pretty intoxicating.

“Now fuck me!” Laura mewled. “Hard… make me scream for you to stop… but don’t…”

Kon took a deep breath. His cock was so stiff it almost hurt. “Alright, chicky, you want it rough, you’ll fucking get it rough.”