Potter's Travels (Catwoman 3/3) (Patreon)

Selina knew that the moment he had saved her, he was in control. Under more ordinary conditions, she would have done her best to take back control. Even the fact that she had saved her life wouldn’t have made her let go of her control.

Being ambushed by Bruce and his new paramour had been enough to change her mind. For once, she decided to let go of the control. But it was one thing to know that intellectually, and another was to suddenly end up in his tight grip even as he flipped her against the couch, his weight trapping her underneath.

It should have been driving her crazy. Letting him caress her mostly naked body was already something she wouldn’t have ordinarily done, but the fact that she wasn’t trying to be on the top was truly shocking.

Yet, she just kissed him while he toyed with her body, letting him do whatever he wanted. His hand cupped her ass as it sneaked between her body and the couch. His cock pressed against her stomach, throbbing in excitement, burning her skin.

“I think you’re overdressed. We need to remove one more piece. The mask, or the panties. You choose,” he said once he pulled back from a kiss.

She shivered, realizing the nature of his offer. One was to expose her identity, and the other was to expose her body. Of course, he could have pulled her mask easily, and she wouldn’t have reacted, but there was sexy in presenting an ultimatum.

“The mask,” she whispered, surprising herself. Not that she expected it to stop things, but for the moment, she wanted to be fucked as Selina Kyle, and not just the Catwoman. It felt more appropriate.

“Interesting call,” he whispered even as she removed her mask, revealing her face to him. That made her feel far more naked than losing her suit. She opened her mouth to answer, but it turned into a moan when he pulled her panties to the side and slid inside.

“Bastard,” she moaned, though more from the surprise than anything else. “You lied.”

He smirked. “I didn’t lie. You still have your panties on.”

It was an absurd, pedantic twist of the implied meaning of the earlier question. It was also the kind of thing she would have done after a promise to mock the heroes, so she found herself approving the move.

And, even if she had been annoyed, she doubted it would have lasted for long. The way his shaft parted her core, filling her with a shockingly intense jolt of pleasure would have been a good way to apologize for the trickery if she was the kind of girl that felt anger toward it, rather than the intense deep arousal that was currently ravaging her insides.

Not exactly normal, but then she spent her life as a sexy cat burglar, angering people who wouldn’t blink before killing her just for the thrill. Normal was overrated. She preferred to chase the high of the excitement, her blood pumping wildly as she bypassed every single security measure they put to prevent her from getting her reward.

And, right now, she was dealing with even more intense feelings as she squirmed under his control, being fucked mercilessly. His hips invaded her hard, which contrasted greatly with his gentle touch as he continued to explore her body. Even as his waist moved, his hands glided over her breasts, making her whimper and moan helplessly.

The contrast was impossible to resist. She couldn’t keep back her moans. So, she surrendered herself to the pleasure even as he played with her body.

“Let’s change things,” he whispered even as he pulled out.

“N-no,” she found herself whimpering. “Don’t stop. Just fuck me.” Any other time, she would have enjoyed the slow, playful game, but not tonight.

Tonight, she just wanted to get fucked until she could forget Bruce.

Luckily for her, he didn’t want to stop. He just flipped her until she found herself bent over the sofa. He pushed inside her, and another moan rippled off her. “Louder,” he ordered as he pulled back her hair.

“Only if you fuck me harder,” she moaned desperately, his girth parting her core. As he impaled her hard, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, the pleasure filling her. Even as he picked up speed, there was no pain, only pleasure.

Then, it changed. “You’re a slut, aren’t you,” he asked even as he spanked her hard. She could feel the lingering sting as she tightened. She was about to curse when he pulled her arms to her back, and suddenly, she felt a rope around her arms.

“Yes!” she moaned, the truth rippled out of her by the lasso of truth.

“I can release you again if you want,” he asked.

She wanted to ask him that, but one unfortunate side effect of the lasso, demanded the truth. “No, keep it around me. I love tainting Wonder Woman’s precious lasso,” she replied.

“How naughty,” he said as he spanked her ass again. “No wonder you go around in a skintight leather suit. You’re a slut.”

She opened her mouth, but this time, it was not to answer. A moan hit her, preventing her from answering.

“Yes, I’m a slut,” she moaned helplessly even as her body betrayed her just like her lips did, the pleasure filling her to the brim. A whimper followed as his hand landed on her ass again, spanking her repeatedly while her pussy was stretched wide.

He was truly in control, and she loved it. “Tell me, who’s better. Me, or that guy dressed as a bat?”

“You,” she moaned immediately. There was no comparison. For all his claims of being an avatar of fear and darkness, Bruce was tame and careful in the bed, more than happy to let her do whatever she wanted. She had enjoyed it because she was under the impression that it was what she wanted.

Yet, only when Harry bent her over, she realized the truth. She wanted someone to take control, and treat her as she truly wanted. Subjugated, but safe. Selina’s eyes widened as that realization hit. It was fascinating how the lasso of truth could help her come to terms with some of her biggest traumas. All it needed was magic and a hard fucking.

Lost in thoughts and pleasure, it took a while to realize another important thing. “Wait, how do you know?”

“That he’s your ex. Your reaction to the way he flirted with the female warrior was rather obvious.”

Selina wondered whether he didn’t recognize Wonder Woman, or he was just avoiding her name for fun. She wanted to ask it, but the pleasure didn’t allow. A moan rippled her as she pushed back, slamming herself onto his dick even harder, the smacking sounds of her ass against his body exploding even louder.

At that point, Selina didn’t have any doubt about who was in control, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t spice things up a bit. She pushed hard, trying to enhance his rhythm even more. The pleasure hit her hard as she felt her body tighten completely.

The world shifted. “Yes, yes, yes,” she found herself moaning, trembling. “I … I never came this hard,” she muttered even as he pulled back, once again the truth forced by the lasso.

She said nothing as he sat down and pulled her on his lap, his cock pressing against her inner thigh. She wanted it inside, but she also needed to catch her breath.

“So, it was fun,” he said.

“W-we’re not stopping, right?” she asked desperately even as she shifted, ready to continue. She might have just experienced her most spectacular climax, but she wasn’t ready to stop. Not even close.

His hands tightened on her hips, preventing her from moving. “No, don’t worry, beautiful. I’m going to fuck you until morning. But, since we’re able to speak, I wanted to extend you a job offer. I still need to steal a lot of artifacts, and I would appreciate the assistance of someone who knows the local landscape.”

“More ugly artifacts?” she asked.

“Yes. They are cursed artifacts, designed to either resurrect people or raise mindless undead. Not the kind of stuff that should be lying around in the museums,” he said. As he spoke, he once again untied the lasso and discarded it, something she appreciated. It was fun to use it during sex, but she wouldn’t taint their business relationship.

“And, you’re destroying them for the goodness of your heart?” she asked.

“No, it’s what my employer asked. She has a … vested interest in keeping the circle of life as straightforward as possible. A hobby … of sorts.”

“A weird hobby,” Selina commented. She doubted that it was something that simple. Mages, particularly ones that also trained to rival vigilante heroes weren’t the type one sent just as a hobby. But, she didn’t care about it. He seemed like the good sort. Even if he wasn’t … well, it wouldn’t be the first time she helped a villain with potentially dangerous results.

Ultimately, she was still a villain. A nice one compared to others, but still a villain.

“I’ll help you,” she moaned even as she shuffled, positioning herself over his cock once again.

“Without even asking for the payment. It must have been really impressive. How about five million for every job sounds, paid in gold.”

She slapped his chest. “I already told you that’s the best orgasm of my life while wearing the lasso. What part of it you didn’t understand,” she admonished, which wasn’t as angry as she would have liked. She chose to sink down at that moment, ready to ride him again. “But, I have another condition.”

“Tell me,” he said.

“I want you to seduce Wonder Woman.”

His smirk widened as he grabbed her hips, and started fucking her hard. He didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t need to.

Bruce would woe the day he betrayed her!