Let's make a deal

“That is a generous offer, and I’m glad I’ve made you think thoughts.” You grab the Amazon’s strong shoulders firmly and kiss her on top of her head, before letting go and walking around to stand in front of her. “There’s just one problem. OK, two problems.” You grab your crotch. “The worst pair of blue balls in history.”

Diana scoffs, her confidence and stoicism returning to the forefront. “That is not my problem.”

“For the moment my problems are your problems.”

She rolls her eyes. “And what do you suggest we do about “our” little problems?”

You choose to ignore the little dig. “Well, sex obviously.”

She glares daggers at you, every inch the Champion of Women. “**** is not sex.”

“It is for me!” you say with a grin.

“Despicable man!” she spits.

“I prefer depraved, but whatever. Besides based on what I just saw, I am 100% positive you will wind up satisfied yourself.”

She tries to keep the embarrassment out of her face, but she can’t stop the blush that spreads all the way down to her cleavage. “Just because I let myself get a little… distracted…”

“Distracted. Sure.”

“…doesn’t give you the right to…”

“Rights? Please! You’ve been around long enough to know the only rights people have are the ones people with power let them have.”

“I’m not interested in debating…”

“Good, neither am I. Because right now I’m the one with the power. Nothing you do or say is going to change that.”

“If that’s all that interests you, then do as you will. But when it’s over, don’t think I’m just going to crawl away and hide. I am an Amazon! I will chase you to the ends of the earth and beyond to get my vengeance.”

There’s a hardness in her eyes, and you suddenly remember the video of her snapping that Lord guy’s neck. The scary warrior woman continues: “I don’t know what you think your endgame is here, but unless you plan to kill me…”

“Not really. Being the guy who fucked Wonder Woman is one thing. Major bragging rights. Being the guy who killed Wonder Woman? That’s something else entirely.”

“Then let me go now, before you’ve done anything you can’t take back.”

“See that still feels like a wasted opportunity to me.” She makes an exasperated sound. “But I’ll make you a wager.”

Her eyes narrow. “Go ahead.”

“We have sex. Or whatever you want to call it” you add as she opens her mouth to object. “We get sweaty and intimate. Cries of passion are exchanged. Also bodily fluids.” She rolls her eyes again. “Whoever cums first, loses.”

That gets her attention. “Whoever, you mean…?”

“I mean exactly. If I cum first I let you go and you take me to jail. If you cum first, I’ll still let you go but you give your word that you will leave me alone, not retaliate for anything I’ve done or sic any of your friends on me.”

“You would make me a party to my own debasement?”

“I mean you’re getting debased either way. I’m just trying to give us that whole endgame thing. Sounds like something your Gods of Olympus would do, doesn’t it?”

“Speaking of depraved…” She thinks for a moment, obviously looking for a way out that doesn’t involve getting fucked.

“You’re asking yourself if you can trust me?”

“Actually no. I have no intention of trusting you, but I trust the lasso.”

“Huh?”

“If someone voluntarily swears an oath on the lasso, that oath becomes True and they can’t break it. Well, most people can’t; I know a god who once did.”

“Huh. Well I have had women call me God in the throes of passion, but realistically I think you’re probably safe." You grab the loose end of the lasso. "Do we have a bargain?”

The bound Amazon stares you in the eyes for a moment, her face hard. It takes some effort to meet that stare, but you match her gaze. “I do not consent to being violated.”

“Your lack of consent is noted. And ignored.”

“Then if I have no say in that matter, I do swear that when you climax first, after you have released me I will take you to jail and not give you the thrashing you so desperately deserve. Should I reach climax first…” Her face makes it clear she doesn’t consider that a likely outcome, “…I swear that I will not seek vengeance against you, nor encourage others to do so, trusting that the gods will grant you the punishment you so richly deserve.”

“Very poetic. And I swear that if I cum first I will free you immediately, and if you cum first I will still free you…first thing in the morning.”

She raises an eyebrow at your last-minute addition, but doesn’t see fit to object. “Very well. Done.” You feel a tingle like static electricity from the lasso, and you know instinctively that the deal is set and binding.

Diana's nod is businesslike, “Now untie me so we can get this over with.”