The Cat's Out of the Bag

John woke to the soft warmth of a naked, athletic body curled tightly against him. Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse master bedroom, casting a golden glow over Selina's flawless skin. Her short black hair tickled his chest as she nuzzled closer in her sleep, one toned leg draped possessively over his thigh. The events of the previous night flooded back—the poker victory, the claiming bet, the intense sex, and the shocking discovery in the hidden vault. His fingers brushed the cool gold coin still resting on the nightstand, sending that familiar electric confidence surging through him.

He slid his hand down her back, gripping the firm curve of her ass and squeezing. Selina stirred immediately, her green eyes fluttering open with instant devotion. A sultry smile spread across her red lips as she felt his morning hardness pressing against her hip.

Without needing a word, she slithered downward under the dark silk sheets. John leaned back against the pillows, hands behind his head, as Selina's manicured fingers wrapped around his thick cock. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed him eagerly, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down his shaft. She sucked with devoted hunger, hollowing her cheeks and taking him deep into her throat with practiced ease. John groaned, gripping her hair and guiding her rhythm, using her mouth thoroughly as she moaned around him in submissive bliss. Her green eyes stayed locked on his the entire time, shining with absolute adoration. When he finally tensed and flooded her throat, she swallowed every drop without hesitation, licking him clean before kissing the tip reverently.

"Good girl," John murmured, patting her cheek. "Now go make breakfast. Naked."

"Yes, Master," Selina purred, rising from the bed with feline grace. Her curvaceous, athletic body moved fluidly through the penthouse, completely unashamed. A short while later she returned carrying a tray with coffee, eggs, fresh fruit, and toast. She set it beside him on the bed and knelt nearby, watching him eat with quiet satisfaction.

As John sipped the rich coffee, he decided it was time. "I found your little secret last night, Selina."

She tilted her head, green eyes curious but utterly calm. No trace of panic or defensiveness appeared on her face—only curiosity.

"I discovered the hidden vault behind the closet. The catsuit. The whip. The stolen artifacts." John watched her closely. "You're Catwoman."

Selina's breath hitched with visible excitement. She crawled onto the bed, pressing her naked body against his side. "Yes, Master. I am. Or rather… I was. Now I'm simply yours. Completely." Her voice dripped with submissive heat, the coin's magic ensuring she felt only thrilled devotion at being fully exposed and owned.

John's grin widened. "Show me. Put it on. All of it."

Selina obeyed instantly. She retrieved the gear from the vault and dressed in front of him. The skintight black leather catsuit hugged every curve of her toned physique like a second skin, accentuating her narrow waist, wide hips, and firm breasts. She zipped it up, then added the matching cowl with cat ears, the amber-tinted goggles, and the reinforced gloves. Finally, she coiled the heavy black leather whip in her hand.

John's cock hardened again at the sight. "Bend over the bed."

Selina arched her back deeply, presenting herself. John unzipped the crotch of the catsuit, exposing her smooth, soaked pussy. He gripped her leather-covered hips and thrust into her hard from behind. The sound of leather creaking mixed with wet skin slapping as he pounded her with possessive ****. Selina moaned loudly, pushing back with acrobatic flexibility, her body bending to take him even deeper. He used the whip lightly across her ass for added sting, driving her wild.

He pulled out and laid back, ordering her to mount him reverse cowgirl. Still wearing the full catsuit except for the opened crotch, Selina sank down onto his cock and rode him with vigorous, rolling hips. Her leather-clad ass bounced hypnotically as she ground against him, twisting her flexible waist and moaning in ecstasy.

John flipped her onto her back next, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while driving into her in a deep mating press. The cat ears on her cowl framed her flushed face as he slammed deep, her powerful legs folded over his shoulders. She came hard around him, crying out in release, her pussy spasming rhythmically.

Finally, he stood and lifted her against the massive windows overlooking the Gotham skyline. Selina wrapped her legs around his waist, the leather suit cool against his skin as he fucked her standing, her back pressed to the glass. Her body trembled through another orgasm before John buried himself to the hilt and filled her with thick cum, claiming her once more.

They cleaned up slowly. Selina curled against him again on the bed, still partially in the catsuit, tracing patterns on his chest with gloved fingers.

"Now that I own Catwoman," John said, "we're going to use your skills. Your contacts in Gotham's underworld, your knowledge of the rich and powerful. I want targets. Women worth betting for. Heroines. Villains. Anyone with power, beauty and influence."

Selina nuzzled closer, her voice thick with devotion. "Anything for you, Master. Harley Quinn is currently hiding out in an old amusement park on the east side—she's unpredictable but incredibly gullible when it comes to games and bets. Poison Ivy is also in the city, working on one of her eco-schemes. I also know about Batgirl's hideout—she operates from the Clock Tower in the Chinatown district. Any of them would be perfect targets. Their power, their bodies, their resources… all waiting for you to claim."

John smiled, fingers brushing his gold coin. His ambitions swelled. The morning's conquest had only sharpened his hunger. With Catwoman as his devoted lieutenant and lover, the next target would fall even faster.