Lena's Secret update (Patreon)

Lena’s bed had black sheets. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with it, from her unpainted toenails to her rosy scalp. Her dark hair disappeared into the pillowcase, similarly black, and the rest of her glowed on that darkened setting. But she didn’t look relaxed. She looked tense, on the verge of quivering, the only thing calming her Kara’s nearness. The thought that soon, her wait would come to an end.

Shallow breaths coursed through her body, animating it, turning it into a symphony in motion. Kara tried to keep her eyes off of Lena’s breasts, flowing up and down, and how the lines of her abs came out as her muscles tensed, and God, between her legs…

Kara was supposed to wait until she’d thought of something to say… explain how this whole thing was a big misunderstanding brought on by Red Kryptonite, but she was better now, cured, and she didn’t want Lena to get the wrong impression. Only it wasn’t the wrong impression. And Lena laid there, so sensitive, so anticipating, that she must’ve heard Kara come in through the window.

Because she reached down—her womanhood was waxed bare, no dark hairs to spoil the pristine creaminess of all but a pink slit—and spread her labia. Showing Kara the gleaming wetness inside her. She looked like she’d come already, but Kara was certain she hadn’t. Lena was a good girl. She wouldn’t disobey the order that Kara... that the Red Kryptonite, but also Kara… had given her.

“Please, Mistress Kara, don’t fuck me too hard,” she said with a tremor in her voice. Excitement. A gleam in her eyes like she had said what she’d been told to say, but she didn’t mean it. Lena wanted Mistress Kara to fuck her hard.

Only Kara wasn’t Mistress Kara and she didn’t want to settle every argument by taking advantage of Lena’s submissiveness. Well, she did, but that was wrong. It didn’t seem that way when she looked through the wall and saw Lena holding her pussy open for her and begging to be fucked (but not too hard). But Rao-dammit, she was Supergirl! She was supposed to be a role model!

Lena was at a fever pitch. If Kara left her that way, tempted to the point of desperation, she’d probably have a hernia or angina or something. Humans were so fragile.

Kara stepped through the doorway into the bedroom. Lena looked even better without a wall in the way. Which sounded obvious, but for all the power of Kara’s X-ray vision, it didn’t compare to when Lena knew she was being watched. The woman literally hummed in happiness. Overjoyed to have her naked body shown off to Kara and meeting with her approval. As good as Kara was at selling her dual identity, she had no chance of pretending that the sight of Lena naked—

“Please, Mistress Kara, don’t fuck me too hard.”

--and the sound of her saying that weren’t a virtual narcotic. One Kara had no hope of kicking.

Kara held up her hands. “Don’t worry, I won’t!” she said with a nervous titter. “You don’t really have to hold… hold the… I was thinking that first, we could… uhh… foreplay…”

Lena just stared at her. Then she repeated herself, some of the lust out of her words, because she spoke calmly and deliberately. “Please, Mistress Kara, don’t fuck me too hard.”

Kara bit her lower lip. Her clit was up, grinding against the crotch of her supersuit, and she’d actually never gotten this horny as Supergirl. The feel of supersuit material on her naughty fun time zone was altogether new to her. Yes, she was wearing panties, but it felt even better through the panties. A literal iron fist in a velvet glove.

You could make Lena rub you. Hand under your skirt. Those luscious lips and incredible breasts for you to play with. You could even reach around her and toy with her ass a little. Even spank it. Imagine how flustered she’d look, getting to touch you there, but only through the suit that’s ruined a thousand upskirt creep shots, and while she’s your naked plaything…

Kara coughed. She must not’ve gotten all the Red K out of her system.

She formed a T with her hands. “Okay, time-out, it’s actually very hard to think when you keep saying that, but I have a few key points I really want to hit and then we can… you know… get to the… but not too hard, no, you’ve been very clear on that.”

Lena sat up. It did glorious things to her body, stray locks of obsidian hair running down her chest, a jiggle animating her breasts. True, her hands weren’t spreading her open anymore, but upon her sex being hidden once more, Kara felt an overwhelming urge to throw Lena down, part her legs, and chide her for ever doing anything that would deny Mistress Kara the sight of—

No, no, don’t go down that rabbit hole, girl. Red K: Not Even Once.

“What the fuck, Kara?” Lena demanded, and the obscenity, passionately delivered in her usual smoky tone, maybe made Kara come a little. She knew she shouldn’t be this turned on and not having sex with Lena, but she was sure under the circumstances, Superman wouldn’t be getting his swerve on.

That helped a little to cool her ardor. Yes, think of your cousin having sex. Lois Lane. Lana always had a thing for him too. Maxima, c’mon, what guy’s saying no to an alien space babe who just wants to bang? Well, plenty, I can say from my college years…

“What the fuck?” Lena repeated. “I was so pissed off at you, then you come in acting like a dominatrix… a damn fine dominatrix… and. Okay. That worked for me. It did. So I decided to be the bigger woman and let bygones be bygones and have—just insanely kinky sex. Healthiest relationship move? Maybe not. Sue me. It’s not like there’s a rulebook we have to follow. But now… now…”

“It’s just that I don’t want to take advantage of you!” Kara insisted, stepping forward so rapidly she bumped against the foot of the bed and jammed its headboard into the wall. Not the kind of headboard banging either of them wanted, but: “Believe me, Lena, that is the only thing that could stop me from—well, that or a major catastrophe. And only if you stop saying that phrase, because sweet Rao, Mistress Kara had some good taste…”

Lena set her hands on her hips. “Why are you talking about ‘Mistress Kara’ like she’s someone else? And please, please don’t tell me you have a third secret identity.”

“No, of course not. Well, a Tumblr account. Excuse me, I can’t concentrate like this.”

In a blur, Kara disappeared, and in a blur, she was back, wrapping Lena in the puffiest bathrobe she could find. That done, Kara took in a huge gulp of air. “That’s better. No, not better. But less likely to give me a weird fetish in the future.”

Begrudgingly, Lena pulled the robe right around herself and tied the belt. “Been waiting two hours… without my phone… doing so many Kegels I could open a bottle of Heineken,” she muttered. “Okay. Fine. Fine. What’s so damn important that I have to wear clothes for it?”

Kara almost sighed in relief that Lena had finally given her a chance to explain, but she needed the air to speak: “Someone sent me Red Kryptonite in the mail and the entire DEO is working on who and my sister cured me before I could cause any real trouble except that Red K strips out your inhibitions and you act on your innermost thoughts and a lot of my innermost thoughts are of you and that’s why I went to you like that and treated you that way and I realize, ironically enough, that you’re into that and I’m not judging you and I’m kinda into that too, but I just don’t want us to have incredible sex and see it ruined later because I wasn’t in my right mind when I, uh, scheduled it, but also I want us to settle this Supergirl secret identity thing because I am so sorry I didn’t trust you it’s just that I love you so much and I’m so happy with you and I didn’t want anything in our relationship to change which it would if I told you the truth but that’s no excuse because it gave you the impression that I didn’t trust you and after we were so intimate and were so good together and I am such a scumbag that I kept things from you which led to you feeling the way you did which you had every right to and I’m really sorry and when you trust someone you have to show them that trust and I didn’t and I’m sorry but I really want to do better and I’m not just saying that because I want to get you into bed and I was really worried that if I went ahead and had sex with you, which I really want to do, you would think I just wanted to get back to treating you as some sex object, which you aren’t, well you are since we had that bondage thing where I literally called you a sex object, but you’re so much more than that and I care about our relationship so much more than that and I would never have sex again, ever, ever, if it meant that our relationship was okay, but of course that’s not a thing, I don’t want you to feel bad for valuing sex and I so appreciate how intimate we’ve been with our fantasies and I’ve really enjoyed everything we’ve done in the bedroom, which should tell you how much more important I hold our relationship because you’re such an incredible fuck!”

Kara took a deep breath, not because her lungs needed air, but because she needed to wean her lips out of moving so much.

Lena blinked. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

“That was… heartfelt.”

“I didn’t want to leave anything out.”

Lena nodded. “I can understand that.”

“You believe me?”

“Oh, I think if you’d come up with some speech to placate me, you probably wouldn’t have planned on ending it with telling me what a great lay I am.”

Kara shrugged, too drained to be very embarrassed. “Well… you are… did I say I’m sorry?”

“About fifty times.”

“Good. Can I have a bottled water?”

“Yes. You can have a bottled water.”

Kara went to the kitchen, fetched a bottled water out of the refrigerator, and drank it all in one draught. When she turned around, Lena was sitting in the breakfast nook, her long legs crossed supplely. Left bare by the robe. It was very easy to remember how she’d sounded saying ‘Please, Mistress Kara, don’t fuck me too hard.’

“So. Red Kryptonite,” Lena said.

“Uh-huh.” Kara nodded to the refrigerator. “You want anything?”

Lena shook her head until she said: “I need wine.”

Kara went to the wine cabinet, a stainless steel and glass vault that knew better than to resist her opening it. She plucked out a bottle at random and pulled out the cork.

Lena laughed. Kara didn’t understand why until she realized that Lena had still been expecting her to use a corkscrew.

“What should I say here?” Lena asked. “’You’re really Kara Danvers’ or ‘You’re really Supergirl’?”

“Well,” Kara began.

Lena interrupted her. “And Red K! God! I probably should’ve expected that, because I’ve had ringside seats to a lot of the crap Supergirl goes through, but yeah. Yeah. That would ruin a perfectly good tiff between two nice, normal people.”

Kara fetched a wineglass and poured for her. “That kinda stuff is always happening to me.”

“That another reason you didn’t tell me? Worried stuff like that would be too much for me.”

“A little.” Kara shook her head. “Not really. You’re too strong a woman to let something as small as that put you off what you really want.”

“And the Red K lets out your inner… you. Which we’re calling Mistress Kara.” Kara emptied her wineglass in one go.

“It’s more like… I don’t know how to explain it. It’s not like being drunk and it’s not like being an anonymous commentator on a Youtube video. But also it kinda is? It’s dangerous. And it’s freeing. And I hate it, but—“

“It feels good.”

Kara took a long pull straight from the bottle. “Too good,” she said after she’d swallowed. “But I would never put people in danger… even run the risk of ignoring a crisis—“

Lena held up a hand. “I’m not my brother. You don’t have to sell me on how you’re not a threat to humanity, even if you’re not the best girlfriend.”

The imperious gesture was so Lena, after five minutes ago she’d been naked on the bed saying that… it made Kara smile, and hide her smile by fisting away a trickle of wine from her chin.

“I want to be the best girlfriend,” Kara said.

Lena sighed. “How could I doubt that? You said no to a very tempting proposition because you were worried it would hurt my feelings when I found out Red K had a hand in it.”

“It was the right thing to do,” Kara said without an ounce of coyness.

“And you have to be so good all the time. I mean, I knew you were a nice girl, but this is going to take some getting used to. You’re an action figure.”

“I know I am.”

“And the moment’s gone. We can’t… rewind all the talking and feelings to get back to Mistress Kara and her slave bitch.”

Kara winced. “I wouldn’t use that word. Either of those words. It’s just a bit harsh? Could we try Mistress Kara and her sex-positive… hmm… okay, does the word have to be in English, because I know a word in Kryptese that is very—“

Lena slapped her hand on the tabletop. “I cannot believe I didn’t notice you were on drugs.”

“Not drugs,” Kara protested. “Space… crystal… drugs.” She sagged.

“God, I just want to… tie you up and spank you for a few hours. You really got my hopes up. I thought I’d just found out the kind of sex we were going to have on our honeymoon. I was even thinking we could make a sex tape.”

“Easy to think up a name,” Kara opined. “Please, Mistress Kara…”

Lena held up a finger. “Don’t start. It’s too soon.” Then she crooked her finger inward. “I’d probably break my hand if I tried to spank you.”

“Sorry?” Kara tried. “My superstrong skin has come in very handy in other circumstances. There’s that.”

“Unless you were in red sunlight.” Lena had the thrill on her face of solving a problem.

Kara laughed nervily. “That’s why I try to avoid it.”

“Except that time we were roleplaying. You were so vulnerable then. I could’ve done anything to you.”

“Uh, Lena? Aren’t we forgetting something? ‘Mistress Kara,’ remember?”

“You’re not Mistress Kara, though. No Red K,” Lena reminded her. She grew a ghoulish smile. “It is a little kinky, isn’t it? You trusting me enough to go under red sunlight for me…”

“Well, you kinda sprung it on me. And you didn’t know it would work on me. You’re just a… very dedicated roleplayer.”

Lena licked her lips. “Repeat after me: ‘Please, Mistress Lena…’”

Kara’s lower lip wobbled. “I mean… Lena, if you want to try something… anything I can do to make you happy… but I’ve never actually…”

“Bottomed?” Lena suggested.

Kara jolted a little. “Yeah. I mean, topping was new to me… you’re a really great sub by the way.”

“I know it,” Lena husked. “Okay, Supergirl… all our cards are on the table. Can you trust me the same way I’ve trusted you?”

“Of course!” Kara enthused. “I just get nervous…”

Lena was outright purring now. “The mighty Supergirl… afraid of little ol’ me…”

“Kara Danvers afraid of little ol’ you,” Kara corrected.

“I’ll need some time to get ready. But I do want to hear you say it. Bitch.”

Kara gulped. “Please, Mistress Lena, don’t fuck me too hard.”

“Good girl,” Lena cooed, which reminded Kara how her supersuit felt on her clit again.

She was glad they’d already opened the wine.