Setting ground rules

"Now untie me and let's get this over with."

"Who said anything about untying?” you say with a grin. “Weren't we just talking about how much being tied up gets you hot?" You reach out and brush her hair back behind her ear.

She shakes her head, "That's hardly a fair wager if I'm not able to... pleasure you at the same time."

"Who said anything about being fair?" you say, your grin getting wider as you run your fingers through her thick black hair, "Sounds like someone made some assumptions they shouldn't have."

"I suppose I did assume you had some shred of integrity." Her tone is caustic, but she conspicuously does not pull away from your hand in her hair. "Regardless, the terms of the wager clearly implied me getting a fair chance to bring you to climax as well."

You open your mouth to argue, but all of a sudden you feel a tightness in your chest and the beginnings of a headache. You try to hide your discomfort, but Wonder Woman nods and says, "I take it the lasso agrees with me."

The pain continues to in your head and chest, and you realize she's right-the lasso isn't going to let you get away with such an uneven contest. "Fine!" you blurt out, and the pain instantly recedes.

Diana doesn't say "I told you so," but she doesn't need to.

"Fine,” you repeat as you grab a fistful of hair and turn her head to look up at you. “But the terms were also based on the fact that being bound and helpless turns you on. Freeing-you and letting you drive defeats the whole point. Besides, magic oaths sworn on magic lassos are fine but I don't trust them or you enough to simply untie you."

Diana does her best to look disinterested, but she can’t hide the slight flush. "I suppose I can see that from your perspective. But it sounds like some of those assumptions you were criticizing me for." She gives you a predatory smile.

You think fast, trying to find a way to have your cake and eat it. But hey, two heads are better than one, right? "So what would you suggest?"

She bites, her lip for a moment. "I suppose we'll have to take turns, with 'first' being a matter of shortest time elapsed rather than sequence." Her distaste at being **** to contribute ideas is palpable.

You nod, "Like the Olympics."

"Don't flatter yourself."

You look deep into Wonder Woman’s eyes. "Judge for yourself."