Back to your Manhattan

Though the ride back to your penthouse is less than 45 minutes it feels like an eternity. All you have to do is stare at Ms Marvels slumbering form as her small perky breasts tantalize you. Her silky hair bouncing with every pothole and the streetlights painting her caramel skin are almost enough to drive you to madness, but you know it will be all the sweeter if you just wait for it.

Finally your car pulls into your private garage. "Eh hem," you clear your throat "Ms Marvel I need you to stay asleep and sleepwalk after me." Her eyes flit open and as you start walking she trails slowly behind you into your elevator. The 30 floor ride to your apartment is equally torturous as your car ride though thankfully much faster. Finally you hear the heavenly ding of your floor and quietly stroll into your abode "Marvel freeze right there." She stands stock still in the middle of your living room.

You head to your bar and pour yourself a drink to calm your nerves. Even though you've done this countless times to countless women this is your first time with a superhero, even minor one. Slowly sipping your scotch you ponder how you will do this. Finally you build up the courage.

"Ms Marvel stay frozen but awaken." slowly she stirs, it takes her a moment to register where she is.

"Wh-what the heck happened?"

"Hello... It just occurred to me I don't even know your real name." You chuckle. "What is your real name?'

"None of your damn business!!! Now tell me whats going on!!!" she shouts.

_"I think our relationship should be built on trust." said with an amount of sincerity that shocks even you. "You're going to tell me the truth ALWAYS" _you command. "Now what is you name?"

She's struggles to keep her mouth shut, but she fails as everyone does."Kamala Khan" she blurts out and imediatly her eyes open wide with horror."How did you do that?"

"All in due time. Kamala Khan, what is that indian?"

"Pakistani"

"How exotic. Pakistani, does that mean you are a Muslim?"

"Yes"

"Kamila please answer in more than one word when i ask you a question." You say annoyed with her obstinate behavior. "Now do you want me to explain why your here?"

"Yes I do."

"Very well Kamila" she flinches every time you say her name despite being frozen in place, amusingly."I inherited a my powers from my biological father Zebidiah Kilgrave, you may know him as the Purple Man, and for the past six months I have been using it to pimp out dozens of women and raking in quite a bit of money" With the mention of prostitution her eyes go even wider with fear than they already were. Seeing this fear you decide to do her a cruel kindness "Don't worry that won't be your fate at least not if your good."

"Please" she mutters.

"No the role I have in mind for you is as the first member of my superhuman harem."

"W-why me?" she manages to stutter out as tears stream down her beautiful face.

"Because you were easy. Now get down on your knees and get ready to blow." She plummets to her knees not even trying to be gentle. You unleash you cock "Suck, NOW" And she does she slowly taking the tip into her warm mouth. "This is the first time doing this, isn't it?" you ask rhetorically as she clumsily sucks the cock in-front of her.The look of fear in her eyes is quickly replaced with one of hate one you've seen a dozen times.

Though you are hard the amateurish blowjob is just not even close to getting you off, she'll have plenty of practice in the coming days, but right now you don't have the patience for that. "**** yourself on it." She takes you to the hilt gagging hard in the process, she probably would have vomited if she wasn't under your control. You keep her like this for a minute just to see the look of panic in her eyes. "ENOUGH"