Are you kidding?

You pause for a moment as if considering the Amazon’s offer. Your hand grabs the lasso around her neck. “Huh. And were I to ask if that’s really what you want, I wonder what you would say?” She doesn’t respond to your not-a-question, and you feel her holding her breath. “But the thing is I don’t actually care. Because – and you know I can’t lie – you are not in control here.”

The smallest of shivers runs through her body at your words. “What happens to you depends entirely on what I want. What you want is simply irrelevant.” You had let go of the rope for just an instant because that last bit was a lie – you have every intention of playing on her wants and desires!

Wonder Woman says nothing; you get the sense she’s trying to steady her breathing. You grab her chin and turn her exquisite face around towards you. Her expression is still placid, but you can see in her eyes you’re getting to her. “You. Have. No. Power.” You kiss her again, longer and deeper than before.

She resists a little at first, but after a long moment you feel her relax ever so slightly and she starts kissing you back. The kiss goes on for several glorious minutes, your one hand holding her face and the other running through her thick hair. You can feel both of you getting hot. A small moan escapes her lips.

You break the kiss and pull back, both of you breathing heavily. In her eyes you see excitement warring with the shame of having become in any way a willing participant in her domination. You grab both of her shoulders, firmly but not roughly. “Say it,” you encourage her. But she’s not there yet; she turns her head away and says nothing.

You press yourself up against the back of her chair, you’re sure she can feel your heat as much as you can feel hers. With the lightest feather-touch imaginable, you run your fingertips down her bare shoulders to those arms, strong but no less womanly for it. “It’s okay. There’s no shame in admitting it.” Another slight shiver runs through her body, whether from your touch or your words or both. But she keeps her face turned away, black hair hiding her expression, and remains silent. You fingers tracing lightly up the insides of her forearms to where her wrists are tied to the arms of the chair. Your face is pressed into her hair, and you can smell the beginnings of her arousal.

Stretching your arms further forward, you slide your hands over hers, which are gripping the chair arms, as you continue to breathe deeply on the back of her neck, her ears, her shoulders. Slowly but firmly, you slide your fingers between hers and grab her hands; she ignores you and keeps gripping the chair.

Even better. The harder they resist, the bigger the victory when they do give in!

Letting go of her hands you stand up and forcefully grab Diana’s head, tilting it back until she’s looking up at you. The heroine is trying hard to keep a neutral expression, but her eyes glow with conflicting lust and shame. “Say it” your tone demanding now. She opens her mouth to say something defiant but you lean over and kiss her again, your faces in opposite directions Spider-Man style. There’s little hesitation this time before she is returning your kiss with a warrior’s passion.