Making up for lost time [pt.I]

The kiss was immediate, fierce, hungry. Dinah's mouth tasted of fresh mint and something deeper, a raw desperation that Jason recognized instantly. Their tongues met violently, entangling, fighting for dominance as she clung to him as if she wanted to melt into his body.

They parted just enough for her to look into his eyes, breathless, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. Without a word, Dinah took a step back, maintaining that burning visual connection. Her hands slowly moved up to the belt of his trench coat, untying it with deliberate slowness, as if she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

The garment opened, revealing what she wore beneath: pure black lingerie, pure seduction. A push-up bra that lifted her large, firm breasts almost to the point of spilling over the lace, tiny panties that dug into her wide, curvy hips, and garters that rode up those toned, tanned thighs that seemed sculpted for sin. The trench coat fell to the floor with a soft rustle, leaving her exposed in the warm light of the apartment, her blonde hair cascading in wild waves over her shoulders.

Jason's hands slid down without hesitation, straight to that perfect bubble butt he'd missed so much. He pressed hard, his fingers digging into the firm, smooth flesh, parting her cheeks slightly beneath the fabric of the trench coat she still wore. Dinah moaned into his mouth, arching her back to push that round ass against his palms, begging for more.

Jason swallowed, his cock already hard as a steel rod inside his trousers.

"Fuck, Dinah..." he murmured, his voice husky. "You look like a high-class whore ready to be destroyed."

She smiled, a mischievous, confident smile, biting her lower lip as she moved closer again.

"And I am, Master. Just for you."

Shayera, who had been watching from the doorway with an amused smile, cleared her throat softly.

“I’ll leave you two alone, Master,” she said in that deep, exotic voice that always sounded both threatening and promising. “Enjoy your… gift.”

She leaned closer for a second, planted a quick kiss on Jason’s cheek, and before leaving, her hand deliberately brushed against his erection through the fabric, squeezing it just enough to elicit a low groan. Then she turned, her folded wings lightly touching the doorframe, and left, closing it with a soft click.

As soon as they were alone, Dinah pressed herself against him again, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Her breasts were pressed against Jason’s chest, her nipples already hard as pebbles, poking through their clothing.

“I’ve missed you so much…” she whispered against his mouth, her hands sliding down to his crotch. “I haven’t stopped masturbating thinking about your cock. Every night, shoving my fingers deep inside you, imagining it was you.”

Jason growled, grabbing her waist and slamming her against the nearest wall with a thud that rattled a picture hanging on it. His mouth trailed down to her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear, licking at her racing pulse.

“Show me how much you missed me, you whore,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “I want to see you beg.”

Dinah gasped, arching her neck to give him better access.

“Oh, God… yes, Master. Anything you want.”

Jason wasted no time. With a swift tug, he ripped off her bra, the lace tearing with a satisfying sound. Dinah's breasts bounced freely, enormous, perfect globes, heavy yet firm, with pink areolas and erect nipples that begged to be abused. He pounced on one, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the pink nipple as his teeth barely grazed it. His free hand massaged her other breast, pinching the nipple until Dinah squealed with pleasure, her nails digging into the back of her neck.

"Fuck, yes! Suck my tits, Master… they're yours, only yours," she moaned, her voice cracking. "Oliver doesn't even touch them anymore. The poor cuckold just jerks off to pictures of me."

Jason laughed against her skin, biting her nipple harder before releasing it with a wet pop.

"Poor Ollie," he said mockingly, sliding his other hand between her legs. "Let's remind him who's really in charge."

His fingers found her soaked panties. Dinah was dripping wet, her black thong completely drenched, hot juices staining her inner thighs. Jason pulled them aside and plunged two thick fingers into her pussy without warning, curling them to hit that spongy spot that drove her wild. Dinah cried out, her hips thrusting wildly against his hand, fucking his fingers like a **** woman.

"Yes, like that! Fuck me with your fingers, Jason… deeper, please…"

He obeyed, adding a third finger and pumping hard, the wet, obscene sound filling the room. With his other hand, he continued to **** her breasts, alternating between sucking, biting, and pinching those pink nipples until they were red and swollen.

“Look at you, Dinah,” he growled, pulling his glistening fingers from her juices and shoving them into his mouth. “So wet for me. Suck. Taste how much of a slut you are.”

She licked them eagerly, her tongue swirling around his fingers as if they were his cock, moaning around them.

“I taste so good when it’s for you…” she gasped as she released him. “I want your cock, Jason. Now. In my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass… wherever you want it.”

Jason pushed her toward the sofa, sitting with his legs spread as she dropped to her knees between them. Dinah didn’t wait for orders; Her hands, trembling with desire, unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, veiny cock, already throbbing and dripping precum. She gazed at him with pure adoration, licking the tip to collect that salty drop before opening her mouth and swallowing half of it in one deep, swift motion.

Jason groaned, gripping her blonde hair and thrusting deeper, fucking her throat with controlled but firm strokes. Dinah's cheeks hollowed as she sucked, saliva trickling down her chin and dripping onto her bare breasts. Her dirty slurps and muffled moans were music to his ears.

"Good girl," he said, his voice deep. "Swallow it all. I want to feel your throat tighten around me."

She tried, her eyes watering as she struggled, until her nose brushed against his pubis. Jason held her head there for a few seconds, savoring the contraction of her throat, before releasing her. Dinah gasped and stepped back, strands of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

"Fuck, I love your cock so much... so big, so thick..." she whispered, pumping it with her hand as she licked his balls. "Oliver never fills me up like this."

Jason grinned wickedly, pulling his phone from his pocket.

"Let's show your boyfriend what he's missing."

He dialed Oliver's number and immediately started the video call. The phone rang only once before he answered, Oliver's face appearing on screen, wearing that eager, submissive expression Jason had instilled in him.

“Dinah… Jason…” Oliver said, his voice trembling with excitement. “Have you started yet?”

Jason turned the camera to focus on Dinah, who smiled mischievously at the screen as her flat tongue licked the head of his penis from bottom to top.

“Hello, baby,” Dinah said in a honeyed voice. “Look what I’ve got here. A real man’s cock. See how big it is compared to yours?”

Oliver groaned audibly, his eyes wide.

“God, yes… show it to her properly, Dinah. Suck it for me, please.”

Dinah happily obeyed, opening her mouth and taking his cock in again, this time deeper, the head hitting her throat as her breasts bounced with every thrust. Jason held the phone with one hand and with the other guided her head, fucking her mouth with a steady rhythm.

“Look at her, cuckold,” Jason said, his voice thick with superiority. “Your fiancée swallowing my cock like the whore she is. Are you jerking off yet?”

“Yeah… yeah,” Oliver admitted, his breath ragged. “It’s so hot watching her like this…”

Dinah released his cock with a wet pop, her eyes glistening at the camera.

“See how it’s glistening with my saliva, Ollie? This is what only a real cock deserves.”

She resumed sucking, this time faster, her hands massaging Jason’s balls as her head bobbed up and down furiously. Jason groaned, feeling the orgasm approaching with each suck.

Oliver was having the time of his life. The sight of Dinah swallowing Jason’s cock with such absolute devotion had driven him wild in the best possible way. When he leaned closer to the camera, his face was flushed, his eyes glazed with a mixture of adoration and delicious excitement.

“Yes, my love…” he said, his voice trembling, almost reverent. “You’re perfect. Thank you… thank you for agreeing to do this for me. I know not just any woman would be willing to fulfill her boyfriend’s fetishes… especially if they involve sleeping with another man.”

Jason let out a low, mocking laugh from deep within his chest, the sound echoing in the room as he watched the screen. There was “Little Arrow” in all its glory: the great Oliver Queen, the billionaire playboy and vigilante of Star City, reduced to a grateful cuckold who was literally thanking his wife for sleeping with someone else.

Jason couldn't help but marvel inwardly. He was surprised, genuinely surprised, at how perfectly everything had worked. When he'd planted those suggestions in Oliver's mind weeks before—that twisted idea that he'd always had a secret fetish for seeing Dinah with a "real" man—he'd never imagined the businessman would embrace it with such enthusiasm.

Now Oliver truly believed this was something he'd always secretly desired, that he'd orchestrated it all himself, and that Dinah, out of her "immense love for him," had accepted the "sacrifice." It was almost an art form. His power didn't just make his victims obey orders; it rewrote desires, memories, identities. And with Oliver, he'd created the perfect cuckold: grateful, aroused, and completely blind to the truth.

Dinah, still kneeling between Jason's legs, felt that same wave of cruel amusement and admiration. From her angle, with the phone screen right in front of her face, she smiled flirtatiously and winked slowly and deliberately. To Oliver, it looked like the wink was directed at him, a playful and affectionate gesture from his perfect fiancée. But in reality, the blue eyes of the woman he foolishly still considered his wife sparkled mischievously as she looked directly at Jason, sharing a private joke with him.

For Dinah, it was all a delightful game. She was inwardly chuckling at how utterly ridiculous her ex-boyfriend sounded (because, to her, Oliver was just that now: her ex who still believed she was his). “Thanks for agreeing to do this for me,” she repeated mentally, barely suppressing a laugh. “Poor Ollie, so pathetic, so convinced of his own implanted narrative.” She was genuinely excited and amazed at how flawless Jason’s powers were. That stallion whose thick, still hard cock he now held in one hand, masturbating it with slow, possessive movements while the main vein throbbed beneath his fingers.

Thanks to him, Oliver truly believed he had orchestrated all of this, that he had convinced his “future wife” to open her legs for another man out of love for him. He believed it was his fetish, his dark fantasy made real thanks to Dinah’s generosity.

It was so absurd it almost made him feel tender… almost.

Dinah tilted her head, feigning that cloying sweetness she knew Oliver adored, and spoke in a sweet voice that dripped with false devotion.

“Don’t worry, my love,” she said, slightly emphasizing the last words with a playful tone that Oliver would interpret as affectionate flirting. “You know I’m more than willing to make this sacrifice for you.”

She paused dramatically, running her tongue along the length of her lover’s cock, as if she were licking a lollipop.

“I love you so much.”

The words came out soft, convincing, perfect. To Oliver, they were pure honey; to Jason and Dinah herself, they were sweet poison. She squeezed the base of Jason's cock a little tighter as she spoke, a secret gesture of devotion to her true man. Her cunt throbbed just thinking about how easy it had all been, how Oliver was still caught up in the illusion, grateful and aroused, not suspecting for a second that his mind had been molded like clay.

Jason felt another wave of deep satisfaction. Watching Dinah act so flawlessly, playing along with him with such surgical precision while her hand expertly masturbated him and her mouth hungrily sucked him, was further proof of how absolute her submission was.

Dinah's right hand was wrapped around the thick base of Jason's cock, moving it deliberately and slowly, up and down, while her mouth focused on the tip: long, slow licks, gentle sucks that made the glans glisten with fresh saliva. Every few seconds she went lower, swallowing half of it, then thrust back up with an obscene pop, leaving silvery threads connecting her fleshy lips to his throbbing cock.

Oliver stared at the screen, his eyes glazed, his hand still sticky from the cum he'd just spilled after hearing Dinah tell him she loved him. His voice came out soft, almost a whisper, filled with that pathetic devotion Jason had etched so deeply into his mind.

“God, Dinah… you look so beautiful like that,” Oliver said, swallowing audibly. “So… perfect. I always knew you were the one for me.”

Dinah looked up at the camera, her blue eyes shining with a feigned sweetness that could melt steel. As she spoke, her tongue worked tirelessly: a long lick from his balls to the tip, followed by a wet kiss right on the glans.

“Oh, my love…” she sighed, her voice syrupy and cloying, like she was talking to a puppy. “You always say the sweetest things. You know? I do all this because I love you so, so much… I want to make you happy, Ollie. I want you to enjoy watching me fulfill your fantasies.”

“Happy, sure,” Dinah thought to herself, suppressing an internal laugh that almost made her shoulders tremble. "Happy to have a real man's cock in my mouth while you watch like the grateful cuckold you are. Poor Ollie, so stupid, so convinced I still love you. It's so delightful to see you believe it."

Jason, sitting on the sofa with his legs spread, couldn't help but let out a low, guttural laugh. His cock jumped in Dinah's hand, gently tapping her cheek. He leaned forward slightly, watching the screen with a predatory grin.

"Your wife is a top-notch blowjob queen, Ollie," he said in a deep, mocking voice. "She swallows my cum like a champ. I bet you enjoyed it before you asked her to do this for you, didn't you?"

Oliver blinked a few times, as if trying to remember. His mind, rewritten by Jason's suggestions, fitting the false reality with what had actually happened in their relationship.

“Uh… well, no,” he finally admitted with a nervous chuckle. “Dinah never… never did it with me. She used to spit it out. She said she didn’t like the taste.”

Jason let out another laugh, this time louder, crueler. He leaned back, enjoying the sensation of Dinah’s mouth taking his cock halfway down his throat again as he spoke.

“Too bad, brother,” he said sarcastically. “But hey, you know what they say: women prefer to do with the man they’re truly attracted to what they’d never do with other… inferior men.”

Oliver’s face changed instantly. His brows furrowed, a shadow of bewilderment crossing his perfect features. For a second, it seemed as if something in his mind was trying to rebel, as if a spark of doubt wanted to ignite.

For several long seconds, no one said a word.

The only sound in the room was the wet, rhythmic slurping of Dinah's lips sliding over Jason's cock: deep slurps, muffled moans each time she took it all the way down her throat, the soft sound of her hand pumping the base. She did it with absolute devotion, as if she were worshipping an altar, her eyes half-closed with genuine pleasure as her tongue pressed against the main vein.

Jason felt another wave of pure arousal. Seeing Oliver there, confused, fighting against the programming he himself had implanted… was better than any ****.

Then Oliver smiled. A wide, almost relieved smile, as if he had just found the missing piece in the false puzzle of his mind.

"So you want to play that 'superior man' role Dinah's been using to deceive me?" he said, laughing as if it were all a consensual game, an erotic performance the three of them shared.

Jason grinned from ear to ear, a dangerous, triumphant grin. Dinah, her mouth full, smiled back around his cock, her eyes gleaming with malice. From Oliver's angle, it looked like a knowing smile directed at her fiancé, a playful gesture between lovers sharing a secret. But it was actually a private, intimate smile, directed solely at Jason: "Look how well it works, Master. Look how broken you've got it."

"Sure it is," Jason replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. "It's always fun to fuck another man's woman. Maybe if you were a real man, she wouldn't come running to me every chance she gets."

Dinah released his cock with a wet, deliberate pop. She pressed her cheek against its hot, throbbing length, rubbing it like a cat marking its territory, looking directly into the camera with an expression that feigned perfect shame and guilt. She looked down for a second, as if ashamed, and then raised her eyes, full of “regret,” to Oliver.

“I’m so sorry, my love…” she whispered, her voice trembling, so convincing that even a professional actor would be proud. “But he… he has such a… big… hard cock… always ready for me…”

She paused, slowly licking the underside of Jason's cock from base to tip, leaving a glistening trail of saliva.

"And his cum… God, Ollie, his cum is incredible," she continued, her voice cracking as if confessing an unforgivable sin. "It's thick, hot, tastes so good… so, so much better than yours. Forgive me, please, but I can't resist a real stud who actually makes me feel like a woman… like a real woman."

"Forgive me," Dinah thought to herself, almost laughing again. "As if you ever had a real chance, Ollie. As if you ever knew how to make me feel this way. You're so pathetic… and so deliciously easy to manipulate."

Oliver swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the image of his fiancée rubbing her cheek against another man's cock. Her expression was a perfect blend of feigned pain and genuine arousal, exactly as Jason had programmed her.

“No… you don’t have to apologize, my love,” he finally said, his voice husky. “I know… I’m not good enough to satisfy your needs. And… seeing you like this makes me happy. Seeing you… enjoying another man.”

Dinah let out a soft moan, almost a sob of relief, and took his cock back into her mouth with renewed enthusiasm, sucking hard while her eyes remained fixed on the camera, on Oliver.

“Thank you so much…” she murmured around his cock, the words vibrating deliciously against Jason’s skin. “You’re so understanding, my love…”

Jason placed a hand on the back of Dinah’s neck, guiding her gently but firmly, pushing her in a little deeper each time. His other hand held the phone, making sure Oliver had the best possible view.

“Listen to her, Ollie,” she said in a deep, amused voice. “She loves you so much she swallows my semen without hesitation. How romantic, right?”

Oliver laughed nervously, but his eyes remained glued to the screen.

“Yeah… very,” he whispered.

Finally, Jason felt the climax arrive like an inevitable wave, growing from the base of his spine to the tip of his swollen cock. Dinah’s mouth continued working with relentless devotion: deep sucks, her tongue pressing against the main vein, her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed inch by inch, without pause, without mercy. Her moans vibrated around the hard flesh, sending small bursts of pleasure straight to Jason’s balls.

“Fuck… here it comes, bitch,” he growled, his voice low and husky, almost a stifled roar. He gripped Dinah's blonde hair tighter, not to **** her, but to keep her exactly where he wanted her: his cock buried to the hilt, the head hitting the back of her throat.

Dinah didn't back down. On the contrary, her blue eyes shot up to the phone screen, locking directly onto Oliver's through the camera. There was no blinking, no hesitation. Just a fixed, intense gaze, laced with a cruel mix of triumph and feigned tenderness. As Jason began to throb, she maintained perfect eye contact, as if she wanted Oliver to witness every second of her complete surrender to the other man.

The first spurt came out hot and thick, straight against Dinah's palate. She didn't make the slightest attempt to pull away. Her throat visibly contracted: a deep, rhythmic, audible gulp. Glug… glug… glug… The sound was obscene, wet, deliberate. Each thrust of Jason's cock was met with an expert movement of her throat, swallowing eagerly, milking every drop as if her life depended on not wasting a single one. Her Adam's apple rose and fell with precision, her neck muscles working in perfect sync as she gently sucked to prolong her master's pleasure.

Jason groaned low and long, his eyes narrowed in ecstasy as he emptied his load into the mouth of the superheroine kneeling before him.

"Enjoy the view, buddy..." Jason panted, holding the phone with a trembling hand so the camera could capture every detail of Dinah's face. "Watch your fiancée swallow my sperm like it's the most delicious thing in the world. Not a drop spills. See how her throat moves? That's what a woman does for a real man."

Dinah didn't look away for a second. Her dilated pupils, glowing with lust and power, remained fixed on Oliver. As she swallowed the fifth and sixth spurts, she let out a muffled moan of pure pleasure, a sound that vibrated around his still-throbbing cock and made Oliver gasp audibly on the other end of the line. She swallowed once more, slowly, dramatically, making sure Oliver saw the upward movement of her throat, the slight bulge that formed as the hot load passed. Then, deliberately slowly, she pulled back just enough so that the tip of his cock was between her lips, licking the glans with her tongue to collect the last pearl of semen that spurted out. She swallowed again, audibly, a final, satisfied glug that echoed in the room.

Not a single drop escaped. Her lips glistened, swollen and red, but clean. Dinah smiled around the glans, a small, mischievous smile, before releasing his cock with a wet, delicate pop. A thin strand of saliva and traces of semen connected her lower lip to the glans for a second before breaking. She licked her lips slowly, savoring it, and only then did she break eye contact with Oliver to gaze at Jason with absolute adoration.

On the other side of the screen, Oliver was devastated.

His breathing was ragged, almost sobbing. The hand holding the phone trembled so much the image flickered slightly. His eyes were wide open, glassy, ​​fixed on Dinah's face as she swallowed the last drop, staring at him with that direct, cruel gaze. The billionaire, the hero, the man who had defeated villains and saved cities, came again with such frantic, pathetic movements that it almost made Dinah laugh. A broken groan escaped his throat, a sharp, **** sound, like that of a eunuch who had had the last of his manhood ripped away.

“Ah… ah… Dinah…” Oliver groaned, his voice cracking, childlike, as weak spurts again spattered the floor of his mansion. “God… yes… swallow it all… my love…”

It was pathetic. It was beautiful. It was exactly what Jason had designed.

The teenager let out a low, satisfied laugh, stroking Dinah’s hair with a possessive hand. She leaned forward, resting her cheek against his thigh, still absentmindedly licking his cock, which remained hard and continued to drip traces of semen.

“Look at that,” Jason said mockingly, turning the camera to focus on Dinah’s flushed, satisfied face. “Your fiancée just swallowed my load and didn’t even blink.”

Oliver gasped, trying to catch his breath. His voice came out weak, almost broken.

"It's... it's perfect... Dinah... thank you... thank you for doing it so well..."

Dinah looked up at the camera again, her lips curved in a sweet, fake smile.

"You're welcome, Ollie," she whispered in that honeyed voice she used to deceive him, pressing her cheek against his wet, sticky cock.