Great sex with my beautiful maid.

Michael walked through the mansion's corridors, the silence broken only by the echo of his footsteps. The sensation of absolute power still hummed through his pores; he had just felt the activation of the enslavement seal—the same one he had given his sister—now being used on Huda.

Upon entering the private quarters, he found her. Bari was no longer serving tea or tidying the house. She was waiting for him, kneeling on a white fur rug, her maid’s uniform reduced to mere rags that barely covered her skin. Her eyes gleamed with an electric intensity; her breathing was shallow, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Master..." she whispered, her voice heavy with a hunger bordering on madness. "You promised."

Michael said nothing. He simply stripped off his clothes, revealing himself before her. The instant Bari saw the magnitude of his manhood, she let out a sharp moan—a sound of pure surrender. She crawled across the rug—her movements so fast they left trails of yellow electricity in the air—until she was right in front of him.

She wasted no time. With near-religious reverence, Bari wrapped her lips around Michael’s member. She didn't just suck him; she used her super-speed to create a vacuum of immense pressure, moving her head at a frenetic pace that would have made any other man swoon with pleasure. Michael closed his eyes for a moment, feeling her tongue work with surgical precision, while Bari’s hands gripped his thighs, digging her nails into his skin.

"Use your breasts, Bari," he commanded, his voice hoarse.

She obeyed instantly. With an agile movement, she pressed her full, firm breasts against his member, creating a tunnel of warm, soft flesh. Michael slid across the satin-smooth skin of her breasts, feeling the contrast between the softness of her bosom and the voracious pressure of her mouth. The pleasure was amplified by the absolute devotion of those women; he wasn't merely possessing bodies—he was consuming wills.

When the tension became unbearable, Michael grabbed her by the hair, yanking her upward forcefully.

"Enough foreplay. On all fours. Now."

Bari sprang into position, arching her back with superhuman agility. She pressed her chest against the rug, lifting her hips in an explicit invitation. The sight of those perfect curves, vibrating with desire, was the final trigger.

Michael penetrated her from behind with a sharp, violent thrust. Bari let out a cry that echoed through the entire floor, her legs trembling as he filled her completely. Bari’s speed—which usually allowed her to clean the house in seconds—now served to supercharge the rhythm of the act. She moved her hips back with frenetic force, trying to take in every inch of him, while Michael held her by the hips, driving home every thrust with the authority of a god.

"More... please, Master... more!" she begged, her voice fractured by spasms of pleasure.

The rhythm became deafening, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Michael felt the internal pressure of Bari’s body gripping him like a vacuum; her super-speed made every internal contraction ten times more intense. When the climax finally hit him, he held nothing back.

He pinned her against the floor, burying himself deep as he released a hot, powerful torrent inside her. Bari arched her body, her eyes rolling back, feeling the jet of divine semen fill her womb to the limit—overflowing as she sobbed in ecstasy. He slowly moved away, leaving her there—exhausted and completely filled. Michael gazed at the ceiling, thinking of Gotham and how he would rule the world. He was the architect, the owner, and the master. And best of all, he was only just beginning to write the rules of his own paradise.

"Bari," he said, dressing himself with an air of nonchalance. "Go get some wine. I have a feeling the night is still young."

Still catching her breath and feeling the warm fluid trickle down her thighs, she kissed the spot where he had stood before vanishing in a streak of yellow lightning.

Michael smiled; he had a lot of work ahead of him.