Sorry, still a no

You stare into those bottomless blue eyes. Diana meets your gaze without blinking, her head held proud despite her current circumstances. You can see the concern in her eyes – for Officer Bailey, not for herself. Once again you can see how if circumstances were different, her will alone might be enough to convince you.

You steady yourself by dropping your eyes down to her exposed breasts, lifted up taut by her outstretched arms, nipples hardening in the cool air. You’ve been trying not to let them distract you too much while things were still in motion, but now you let yourself truly appreciate them. They’re the most magnificent things you’ve ever seen and you can feel your pulse quickening just looking at them.

You sigh theatrically. “See, now you’re the one struggling to understand.” You look back up at her perfect face. “You think that what you want…matters.”

Wonder Woman’s expression doesn’t change, but she blinks.

“I know the Princess is used to her commands being followed.” You trace your fingers along the Amazon’s bare collarbone. “And if they’re not, the superhero is used to being able to make people do what you say.” One finger runs down her clavicle to the valley between her massive tits. “But not tonight. For all your powers, all your wealth and status, there is nothing poor Diana can do to stop some fucking security guard from having his way with her.”

There is no fear in her eyes, it looks like she’s swinging back to anger. “Now I know you’re not concerned with your own safety, selfless hero that you are and all.”

With both hands you grab the sides of her head, pulling it towards you. “But,” you continue in a low voice, “You do care that I’m also going to have my way with that little piggy over there. Nothing you can do to stop it. Nothing you can say will change my mind.”

The anger in her eyes doesn’t diminish, but you also see uncertainty there. “Your words, your threats, your deals, your thoughts and opinions? Irrelevant. Your will is irrelevant. Your powers are irrelevant. Whatever happens here tonight is going to be because I want it to happen. What you might want, what you might think, doesn’t even factor in. You have no control over the situation. And because you have no control, a cute young cop who clearly worships you is going to get the everloving shit **** out of her.”

Your beautiful captive flinches at The R Word. She tries to maintain a strong facade, but you can see helpless desperation creep into her expression.

“I am going to kill you,” she says in a voice cold enough to freeze ice. “I am going to twist your head around backwards, snapping your neck, and leave you to die slowly with no control over your body, and the last thing you will know in this world is the smell of your own shit as what used to be your body fouls itself.”

OK as threats go, that one's pretty solid. And you know she means every word of it. You suddenly remember the video of her breaking that Lord guy’s neck, and feel your sphincter tighten. But your inner sociopath knows her outburst means your words really hit home.

You hold the heroine’s gaze for a long moment, then in a level voice say “Irrelevant.”

You let go of Diana’s head with a slight shove, turn away, and walk past her down the steps to the couch. You pick up Officer Bailey in your arms and without looking at the suspended half-naked goddess suspended in the living room, carry the **** cop down the hall to the bedroom.