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Kara tries to avoid fidgeting in place, she really does. And she’s mostly successful.
But after three weeks of nothing more than occasionally sucking Cat off, she’s starting to get antsy. It’s never been three weeks between having sex with Cat, the longest gap without it was the first two weeks she worked at CatCo. Ever since Cat spanked her that first time before fucking her so the entire floor could see, it’s never been more than three or four days between Cat deciding to use more than her mouth. Three weeks is unheard of.
At least Cat doesn’t seem to notice Kara’s squirming, engrossed as she is in the latest layouts. It’s been a busy three weeks at CatCo, which Kara would assume was the cause of the gap. Except usually when Cat’s busy with her workload and spending long hours making sure things are perfect, that’s when Kara gets called on the most. Whether for a blowjob while Cat works, or a full stress relief session where Cat takes out her frustrations on Kara’s unbreakable body, more work usually means more orgasms.
Instead, all Kara’s gotten lately are ones she’s given herself, after work or by sneaking into a storage closet for a few minutes to get off. Technically it’s against CatCo rules for anyone wearing a sub collar to get themself off on work property without direct instruction from someone in a dom position, but Kara’s been too tightly wound up to care about that.
Looking down at the impeccably organized files, color coded and annotated so Cat can find whatever information she needs at a glance, Kara realizes she doesn’t have anything else to do right now. She’s ahead on all her assistant tasks, as far as she can be without knowing the future. All of Cat’s errands are finished, and lunch was two hours ago. There’s nothing for her to fetch, nothing for her to file.
She’s debating the wisdom of pointing that out to Cat, perhaps with a suggestive position somewhere between asking for work and asking for sex, when someone knocks on the door.
Looking up from her kneeling position in the corner where her desk is situated, Kara immediately fixes her eyes back down when she sees it’s a department head waiting for Cat to wave him in. While she’s strictly Cat’s assistant, not part of the usual rotating assistant pool, she still isn’t allowed to meet the eyes of anyone over supervisory level unless they’ve given permission.
Cat isn’t as strict about that rule, but some of the others in the office can be. Especially among the department heads. Most of the supervisors are pretty lax about it too, but Kara’s seen the occasional punishment handed out for a sub looking up before they had permission.
“What do you want, Jackson?” Cat asks as she waves him in. “If it’s for the layout reviews, you’re early. You aren’t trying to rush me, are you?”
Cat sounds dangerous, and Kara can’t even pretend to stop the shiver that runs through her at that tone. It’s confident, utterly certain she’s in charge and everyone knows it, and it always has Kara wet within seconds.
Not that she particularly needed the help at the moment.
Jackson doesn’t waver, just tilts his head forward slightly in the slightest indication of submission. Not enough to weaken his own standing and dominance, of course, but enough to acknowledge Cat has him beat. “Not at all, Cat. I actually wondered if I could borrow your assistant for a bit. Mine isn’t feeling well today and didn’t put her collar on this morning. I’ve got her handling the administrative work, but this time crunch has been killer and I could use some relief. All of the other assistants are occupied, and yours looks like she’s not busy.”
Sneaking a glance at just under super speed, Kara can clearly see the bulge in his pants from her position in the corner. It’s not as impressive as Cat’s, but it would be something. Better than illicitly taking the edge off in a supply closet again. And maybe by the time he finished there’d be work for her to do.
“No.”
Cat’s words dash Kara’s vague hopes, and her eyes immediately drop to the floor as she settles into ‘waiting for a command’ posture. Neutral and still, it’s an expression of obedience and submission both. Head bowed, weight back and resting on her feet as she continues kneeling, hands palm down on her knees.
“But you’re not even-”
Jackson realizes his mistake and cuts off his protest as Cat stands, authority and dominance in every motion despite being several inches shorter than he is. Only a fool would challenge Cat Grant, and fools don’t last long as department heads.
“What I am or am not doing with my personal assistant is none of your concern. Keira’s contract is not to CatCo as a whole, it is to me. And I say no, you may not borrow her for even a minute. I will find something to occupy her, if that’s your only concern.”
“Understood, Cat,” Jackson says quickly, head once again dropping into the slightest tilt of a bow. “I’ll check with legal and see if they have anyone free, with your permission?”
Cat hums as she sits, one finger tapping at her lips. “Try finance instead, legal is probably busy with that defamation lawsuit they’re filing. If there’s no one free in finance, I’ll authorize a one day contract for you, through the usual firm.”
“Thank you,” Jackson says, quickly leaving Cat’s office. It’s not wise to linger once you’ve been dismissed, and the entire company knows that.
The entire interaction has Kara nearly dripping on the floor beneath her, but she’s certain there’s no sign of it in her posture. At least she is until Cat turns to her, studying every inch of her body before smirking.
“You would have gone with him, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Grant,” Kara admits freely as she looks up at Cat. “But only at your command.”
There’s no other word for it, Cat preens at the obedience before refocusing on the conversation. “But did you want to go with him? Honest answers, Keira. I won’t punish you for those.”
“I did, Miss Grant,” Kara answers honestly, though more hesitantly than before. “But only because you haven’t needed me for the same lately.”
That startles Cat, Kara can see it in the slightest waver of her posture. Maybe she hadn’t realized how long it had been. Maybe it’s only Kara that’s been counting the days as her need mounted higher and higher.
But Cat recovers quickly, not one to let things throw her for long. “So you’d rather have my cock than his?”
Kara’s nodding before she can open her mouth, forgetting her posture until Cat quirks an eyebrow at her. “Yes, Miss Grant, there’s no competition,” she says quickly, looking back down. Cat doesn’t often enforce the rule about eye contact, but Kara knows better than to push.
Even if her skin is impenetrable and the nth metal glove only gives a pleasant sting more than any deeper pain, Cat isn’t without other methods of punishing her. Another several weeks of no sex would be torment, a punishment Kara never wants to experience.
“Maybe it has been too long since you had my cock,” Cat muses as she steps closer, until Kara knows all she has to do is tilt her head up slightly to see Cat beginning to swell in front of her. “You’re forgetting yourself. The admin work has been adequate, I suppose, but your submission, hm. Maybe you’re due for a reminder of who holds the power here.”
Kara’s already in ‘waiting for a command’ pose, so she tries to stifle the shiver down her spine at Cat’s words. Neutral and unmoving, that’s the name of the game right now. Waiting for Cat to make the decisions and give the orders.
It doesn’t take long, and at Cat’s firm “follow me,” Kara moves to stand.
“Oh no, hands and knees to follow this time, Keira. If you want to prove you deserve my cock, you’ll be the perfect sub until I decide to give it to you. No words unless it’s your safeword, and you’ll crawl after me. Show me you’re ready to beg for my cock.”
That is absolutely no hardship to Kara, and she shifts to her hands and knees without further instruction, keeping her gaze fixed firmly on the heels of Cat’s stilettos.
Her breasts swing freely with each step she makes behind Cat, and Kara knows this posture is smearing her wetness all across her thighs. If Cat needs proof she’s ready to beg, Kara’s well on her way to providing it.
Cat’s private playroom is carefully insulated, cutting them off entirely from the outside world. It’s small enough it could almost feel cramped, but Cat’s minimalist style extends here from her main office, leaving most of the space empty. There are shelves and cabinets on the walls holding a variety of toys, some familiar to Kara and some not, and in the center of the room is a comfortable bed with adjustable head and footboards.
This is where Cat usually holds any of their sessions beyond a handjob or blowjob under her desk, and Kara’s not entirely certain whether she prefers being in here or being on the main floor.
Cat is always more expressive in here, willing to show a little more of her need as she plays with Kara. But there’s something about being taken in front of everyone else, knowing they’re watching and jealous, that sparks a heat low in Kara’s gut. Whether they’re jealous of her or of Cat, it doesn’t matter. They’re all on the outside, not invited to join in the sensations Cat pulls from her body.
Still, at this point Kara’s happy Cat’s presumably willing to fuck her anywhere. She has no problem climbing onto that bed in whatever position Cat wants her in, legs spread and waiting for Cat to slide inside her.
“On the bed, on your back. Head hanging over the side so you can see me, arms at your sides and legs spread wide. Then don’t move,” Cat directs, and Kara moves to comply.
She remains on her hands and knees until she’s actually on the bed, then quickly flips to her back and arranges her limbs as Cat directed. It’s not a position Cat’s put her in before, but Kara doesn’t mind. New and unexpected usually means an amazing orgasm by the end of the session, and that’s exactly what Kara needs right now.
Cat gives Kara’s nipples a tweak as she steps closer to the bed to rearrange Kara slightly, pulling her hair free to hang loose, and shifting how her arms are laid out. It puts the bulge in her slacks right in front of Kara’s face, and if bratty actions weren’t on Cat’s hard no list, she might have darted out her tongue to lick at the fabric hiding that dick from view.
But Cat wants her to behave, and Kara is nothing if not excellent at following orders. She lets Cat shift her body however she wants, mouth watering at the idea of taking Cat’s cock in her mouth but giving no outward sign beyond a few harsh swallows of want.
Cat notices, of course. She misses nothing in these sessions. But other than a smirk and a deliberate lean forward so Kara’s breath is warm on her cock through the fabric, she gives no sign.
Instead she slowly pulls back, trailing her hands up Kara’s arms and back in to her breasts, grabbing them roughly before tweaking the nipples and pulling back once more. Then it’s a slow saunter around the bed to grab Kara’s ankles, pulling them even wider until she can hook one into the headboard restraint and one into the footboard restraint. She adjusts to where there’s enough slack in the bonds to make it possible, but Kara’s definitely pulled wide, with no chance of closing her legs until Cat allows. The specially ordered nth metal chains make sure of that.
“Yes or no answer now, Keira. Do you think you’ve earned my cock?” Cat asks once Kara is arranged to her liking.
And oh, why did she have to restrict the answer? Because truthfully, Kara’s answer is “I hope so” far more than it is yes or no. She’s behaved, she’s tried to follow the rules, but no one is perfect. No one can actually meet Cat Grant’s standards, no matter how close Kara comes.
“No, Miss Grant,” she answers after a moment, flushing with shame at needing to give that answer. She wants to be good for Cat.
Cat smirks at that answer, Kara sees out of the corner of her eye. She’s doing her best to look towards the ground, but the position she’s in makes that harder. Still, she’s going to try.
“Then I’ll have to see if you can earn it before we’re done here,” Cat decides, walking over to the cabinets and pulling out a few items Kara can’t quite see. “If you can manage to obey me well enough, maybe I’ll fuck you. Yes or no answer, does that sound good?”
“Yes, Miss Grant!” Kara cries, knowing she sounds desperate. She is. Being on display like this, posed for Cat’s pleasure, has her need skyrocketing. With permission and the slightest touch, Cat could make her come undone right now.
“First challenge, I want you to keep this right where I place it,” Cat decides, holding a small dildo in front of Kara’s face. “If it slips, if you lose your grip, you fail to earn my cock. Simple enough, right?”
Kara nearly answers before registering Cat hasn’t given her permission to speak or move, and instead directs her eyes back to the floor, her body already an open invitation for Cat to do whatever she wants to it.
That seems to be the right answer, and Cat’s smirk is almost proud now as she once again rounds the bed. The dildo in her hand is trailed through the copious wetness on Kara’s thighs until it’s well coated and slick, and then Cat slides it home.
The stretch is almost negligible, even after weeks of nothing. Compared to Cat’s dick, it’s tiny. Slim and smooth, there’s little there for Kara to get purchase on, especially as wet as she is.
But Cat gave her an order, and Kara’s not going to disobey. If Cat wants the toy to stay inside her, that’s where it’s going to stay.
“Mm, so you can be a good girl,” Cat teases, and Kara clenches down on the toy reflexively at the praise, small as it is. “Time for a little more, then.”
Without being able to look up at her from where her head is dangling over the side of the bed, Kara is unprepared for the first clamp closing over her nipple. Also made from nth metal, it does a good job of pinching, though there’s no real feeling of pain from it. Still, any sensation is a lot when Kara’s this worked up, and a whine dies in her throat as she stifles. it. Cat only said no words, not no sounds, but Kara wants to be good.
“What a sight you are,” Cat whispers as her fingers trail across Kara’s other nipple, teasing it into a peak before she attaches the second clamp. “Wet and wanting, and trying so hard to be good for me.”
Then she’s pulling back again, this time with a tug at the chain between the clamps. It’s cold on Kara’s overheated skin as it rests between her breasts, a dizzying counterpoint to the heat between her legs.
After that there’s nothing, just the faint sound of rustling from Cat’s direction. Kara’s keeping her hearing well contained to avoid being overwhelmed by the input, and it means she can only guess what’s going on.
When Cat rounds the bed once more, this time fully naked, Kara nearly loses her grip on the toy in shock. They’ve had sex multiple times, Kara’s never gone a week without sucking Cat’s cock. But she’s never seen Cat fully naked. Mostly or partly, very often. But the closest to fully naked was Cat with her shirt unbuttoned and bra still on, pants pushed down around her thighs as she directed Kara in riding her cock.
The sight of her erect length is familiar, and Kara’s gaze focuses there as she fights to keep her eyes from wandering. It’s not quite eyes to the floor, but in this position it’s close. And with the way one of Cat’s hands is currently fisting her length, Kara thinks it’s exactly where Cat wants her looking.
When Cat moves back to just in front of Kara’s face, that idea is proven correct. Cat’s so close Kara can see nothing else, and all her attention is on the tip a bare inch from her lips. If she opened her mouth, Cat could slide inside with barely a shift.
But she hasn’t been given that instruction, and Cat told her to be still. If Cat wants to use her mouth, she’ll say. For now Kara is going to wait for direction.
Cat’s hand keeps moving, slow strokes along her shaft, never closing the distance between her and Kara. “I’m definitely going to come before we’re done here, Keira. The only question here is whether you’ll be joining me in that. You’re doing well, but I’m not convinced yet.”
Kara wants to beg, wants to swear she’s good. But that would prove the opposite right now. Instead she has to watch as Cat pleasures herself, doing Kara’s job and driving Kara’s need higher. The sight of Cat’s slim fingers wrapped around her thick cock is a sight that will fill Kara’s dreams for months, but it’s not exactly what she’s wanting right now.
She’s so focused on Cat touching herself that the first sharp shock from the electric wand nearly jolts Kara out of her silence. It’s been a familiar sensation since Cat learned how resistant to other physical sensations Kara is. While the strikes from anything nth metal studded are nice, the pain they cause is barely pain at all, and it fades too quickly to last.
But the electricity from the wand is high enough for Kara to feel it, a sharp pinch that lingers in her muscles with a pleasant ache. Cat is always careful with how often and how much she uses it, and Kara’s under strict instructions to safeword the moment it feels like too much. She’s not interested in pushing too far and losing the only actual pain Cat can cause her, so Kara doesn’t mind.
“Watch the toy,” warns as she speeds up slightly, calling Kara’s attention to where the dildo is beginning to slip from inside her. “If it shifts any more, I’ll get myself off and leave you with nothing. Is that what you want?”
Kara doesn’t answer, but she knows the horror and denial is clear on her face from the way Cat chuckles at her. She’s rewarded with another spark from the want, this one to where her nipple is held between the nth metal clamps. They aren’t conductors, so Cat will often use the wand to accentuate the pinch Kara feels from them.
The balance continues for a few moments as Cat intersperses sparks from the wand with teasing touches of her tip against Kara’s lips. She can feel pre-cum drying on them, but resists the urge to lick her lips for the taste with as much focus as she puts towards keeping the toy buried inside her.
“Open,” Cat orders eventually, and Kara’s lips part before the word even truly registers. “Good girl.”
Kara shivers at the praise as Cat slips into her mouth, pressing forward until her tip meets the back of Kara’s throat. In this position it would be simple to slip further down Kara’s throat, but that still ends things faster than Cat prefers. That’s for the times she needs a quick frustration relief, a rough pounding down Kara’s throat that only a Kryptonian could take, and is happy to provide.
This time she keeps it slow, rubbing her tip along Kara’s tongue as she withdraws, delivering that faint taste right where Kara wanted it. Kara wants to suck, to twist her tongue around Cat’s tip every time she withdraws, but she wasn’t told to do that. She was told to open her mouth, that’s it. So she lays still, letting Cat use her however she wants as her need continues to mount.
After several minutes of a maddening slide in and out, Cat finally pulls back completely. “You can use your words now, Keira. Tell me how much you want my cock. Beg me for it. If you do a good enough job, you can have it.”
“Please, Miss Grant!” Kara cries immediately, watching as Cat returns to slowly stroking herself just out of reach. “I want it, I need it! I’ll be so good for you, I’ll make you feel so good. You can fuck me however you want, I can take it all. Please, Miss Grant. Please give me your cock.”
As she opens her mouth to continue further, Cat pushes forward, gagging Kara on her length as she gives a few quick pumps. “All right, if you’ve kept the toy in place, I suppose you’ve earned my cock.”
Kara clenches even tighter against the toy buried inside her, Kara hopes it hasn’t slipped enough to hurt her chances of release. She’d only lost focus for a few seconds, just long enough for Cat to call her on it. So hopefully she hasn’t hurt her chances.
“Hm, it did slip a little,” Cat says, and Kara feels her heart sink. “But you caught it and held it. So I suppose you still deserve a reward.”
With that, Cat releases the bonds holding her ankles to the bed, pulling Kara down with a display of strength that nearly has Kara coming then and there. Once she’s moved far enough, Cat guides her to flip over, spreading her legs so Kara can lay face down on the bed with her feet flat on the floor.
Kara’s hoping Cat will use the position to sink inside, only for Cat to pull back and walk around the bed. Her confusion is short-lived as Cat straps her wrists in the bonds this time, echoing the earlier placement on her ankles.
“There we go, held nice and still for me,” Cat says as she takes up a position between Kara’s legs. “Let’s get rid of this, shall we?”
With that she pulls the toy out and tosses it on the bed next to Kara, leaving her feeling empty and clenching around nothing.
That emptiness is quickly filled as Cat wastes no time slipping inside, setting up a quick and hard pace. The wet sound of Kara around her fills the room, as does the slapping of hips against Kara’s ass. There’s no warm up time, no starting slow for Kara to get used to the sensations. Just Cat taking what she needs, hard and rough and exactly what Kara needs as well.
“Let me hear you,” Cat orders as she pushes deep, holding for a moment with a circle of her hips before pulling back to thrust again. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
The first thing out of Kara’s mouth is nothing more than a long moan, louder every time Cat pushes back inside. She can’t find any words that fit better than that. But she knows what Cat wants from her, and as she begins to feel her climax build, Kara searches for the words she’s been asked for.
“It feels so good, Miss Grant!” Kara cries, fingers pulling at the sheets within her reach. “Oh, Rao, I can feel every inch, so deep.” She keeps going, praising Cat’s size and technique as Cat doesn’t let up her pace. “I need to come, can I come?”
“Yes,” Cat gives permission, surprising Kara. Usually she has to wait. “Come as much as you want, as much as you can. I want you to come at least twice before I do, show me how much you needed this.”
That’s all the permission Kara needs to let go, her climax sweeping through her body as her back archs, pulling against the nth metal bonds holding her in place.
Cat barely slows down, angling her cock to press right against that sensitive spot inside Kara, making her see stars. And right as she comes down from the first orgasm, Cat picks up her speed back to her earlier pace, slamming into Kara with enough force anyone else would be bruised.
Between the stretch, the speed, and the pace, Kara’s building back to another peak before she registers. Her second orgasm takes her by surprise, and her words trail off into moans that spur Cat on. She doesn’t trail off on her speed through this one, if anything she speeds up, fucking Kara right through her second orgasm and into a third before pushing forward one last time. Pressed firmly against Kara’s ass, she rolls her hips once, twice, three times before shooting her release into Kara’s warmth.
Cat stays there until they’ve both come down, then collapses forward to drape herself over Kara’s back. “Very good, Keira,” she pants out, the words sending Kara into a tiny fourth orgasm. “Mm, a very good girl.”
“Thank you, Miss Grant,” Kara says as she settles once more, revelling in the weight of Cat on her. It’s negligible considering her strength, but a comforting warmth all the same.
“It has been a while since we had a good session, hasn’t it?” Cat asks as she slips out of Kara’s warmth, earning a whine. “Perhaps I’ll need to make sure it doesn’t go that long again. Can’t have my assistant being distracted and so desperate she’d settle for some second tier cock.”
“I’d always prefer your cock,” Kara swears as she’s freed, settling into her usual kneeling position in front of Cat. “May I clean it for you, Miss Grant?”
As an answer, Cat reaches for Kara’s head and draws it forward to her dick. With careful swipes of her tongue and a few soft sucks, Kara makes sure there’s no lingering traces of their session lingering. It’s one of her favorite tastes, and she’d willingly forgo a meal in favor of that taste on her tongue.
“Are you caught up on your work?” Cat asks as Kara finishes.
“Yes, Miss Grant. Everything is organized and filed.”
“Then I think for the rest of the afternoon, I’ll have you in my chair, keeping my cock warm.” It isn’t a question, but Kara still nods her approval.
She doesn’t get to do this very often, usually so swamped with work that Cat can’t afford the hours she spends there. With her arms strapped together to the bottom of Cat’s office chair and her head held in place by Cat’s thighs and a special chain attached to her collar, all she’s good for while in the chair is keeping Cat’s cock warm. That, and sucking it when she needs to get off.
It’s one of her favorite duties, especially when Cat turns on the vibrator that sits right against her sex. And now she gets to sit there for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe Cat will even take a late evening, since it’s Carter’s week with his father. Then she can fuck Kara’s face at least twice before they leave.
“I don’t want to see you on your feet until you leave CatCo,” Cat decides, dressing quickly and heading for the door. “Tomorrow, we’ll see if you can earn back the right to walk.”
Reassured that Cat isn’t going to let things get this bad again, Kara willingly drops to all fours and follows her out to the main office.
Things are good again, and that’s all she needs.