Alexis's Lesson

Shortly after sleeping with Lois and Claire—who had drifted off following the intense sex the three of them had shared—Michael set out to investigate who was trying to undermine his influence in Metropolis. After analyzing the documents, he concluded it was Alexis Luthor (Lex Luthor’s female counterpart), Claire’s rival; she was constantly seeking a way to take down Superwoman and needed to be taught a lesson.

Alexis was sitting calmly at her desk, watching her computer screen—her silver hair tipped with green—when, suddenly and out of nowhere, a tall, dark-skinned man appeared behind her. She tried to call for security, but the voice died in her throat. The instant she opened her mouth to scream, Michael simply decreed, through sheer force of will, that *no sound from that office would reach the outside world*.

The silence that followed was absolute. A shiver ran down Alexis’s spine as his presence enveloped her like a cloak of heat and authority. She tried to stand, but her muscles—usually so precise and efficient—suddenly went limp, as if her very skeleton had turned to silk.

Michael slid his hands over her shoulders; his long, strong fingers gripped her skin with a possessiveness that drew an involuntary gasp from her. He leaned in close, whispering right by her ear, his warm breath contrasting with the room's icy air conditioning.

"You spend so much time trying to control Metropolis, Alexis... but you’ve forgotten who controls the rules of the game now."

Alexis tried to resist, but he turned her resistance into something arousing. Every attempt to push him away only made her feel, with greater intensity, the weight of his body pressing against her back. She was the smartest woman in the world, the most brilliant scientific mind; yet, in the face of Michael’s omnipotence, she felt like a child before a god.

With a fluid motion, Michael spun her around in her leather chair, forcing her to look at him. His eyes gleamed with the mischief of someone who knows he can have it all. He didn't use brute force; he used desire. With a mere thought, he stripped Alexis—not by tearing her clothes, but by causing the fabric's fibers to simply evaporate, leaving her naked and vulnerable in the office's intense white light.

Her bronzed skin—with strands of silver hair cascading over her breasts—contrasted sharply with Michael’s powerful, dark-skinned physique. She trembled, not with fear, but with overwhelming anticipation.

"You... who do you think you are?" she managed to murmur, though her voice sounded like an invitation.

Michael smiled as his hand moved firmly to her thigh, pulling her closer and eliminating the space between them.

"I am the one who decides whether you remain the Queen of Metropolis or become nothing more than my private plaything."

He lifted her from the chair with godlike ease and placed her onto the mahogany desk, sweeping aside documents detailing conspiracies and weapons designed to destroy Superwoman to make room for her body. Alexis let out a low moan as she felt the cool wood against her skin and Michael’s intense heat pressing against her belly.

He was in no rush. He explored every inch of that arrogant mind, transforming Alexis’s haughtiness into supplication. His kisses were like marks of possession, tracing a path from her neck to her belly, while Alexis’s hands—stripped of any strategic intent—clutched desperately at his shoulders.

"Please..." she begged, without even knowing what she was asking for.

Michael answered by taking her with an impact that made her back arch and her head fall back, her silver eyes clouded with ecstasy. The rhythm was relentless, turning the work desk into an altar of pleasure. Alexis, who had always believed that will was something imposed by intellect and money, discovered that divine will was something felt in the skin, in the sweat, and in the trembling of muscles.

As he possessed her, Michael felt a vibration course through Themyscira. He was no mere man; he was the new universal constant. And Alexis Luthor—the woman who sought to rule the world—had finally met someone who had completely conquered her, turning her empire into a mere backdrop for her carnal surrender. When the climax finally swept over her, Alexis felt her mind expand, for a brief instant, beyond the limits of any mathematical equation. She was no longer Superwoman’s rival; she was simply Michael’s woman.

He left her there, breathless and exhausted on the table, with the marks of his fingers still visible on her skin; she had come to love sex with Michael, and the look in his eyes told her that he was only just beginning.

(image credits: Lawless)