Unexpected intimacy

Matt didn’t sleep for long. 20 minutes after collapsing on the conquered amazon, he awoke to a strange but pleasurable sensation. His freshly broken **** was kissing his neck and moaning into his right ear. He opened his eyes and was met by her emerald eyes. They displayed affection. If he didn’t know better, he would have bet that the heroine had actually fallen in love with him. However, her look also had some urgency to it.

“From now on you may speak freely, as long as you stay respectful” he instructed her.

“Thank you, master” she squealed joyfully. “You gave me a lot of water the past days and now I need to visit the bathroom, please” she remarked.

“I guess I can release you from your bonds now” he said with a slightly questioning look. He grabbed the lasso and added “right?”

“Yes master. I will never resist you. I’m yours”

Hearing those words had him hard within seconds. Thinking practically, he decided to get her bathroom needs out of the way first. He undid her lasso und released the collar from the ground, but keeping it locked around her neck. The small built-in taser was his last small insurance and could be activated with his smart watch. Finally, he released her shackles and allowed her to stand on her feet for the first time in a week.

Wonder Woman began to stretch and flex her muscles, giving Matt an excellent view of her toned abs, strong arms and powerful thighs. While he didn’t have some kind of muscle fetish, he had to admit that her constitution was incredibly sexy. She was strong and defined, but on her larger than average frame her muscles still looked surprisingly feminine.

Matt realised he had stared on her muscles so long that she had long since stopped stretching and was now looking at him with pleading eyes. “I had originally prepared something that would have allowed you to pee while bound. I’m quite impressed actually. I expected you to beg for a toilet somewhere along the way” he commented amused “but I also didn’t expect you to accept slavery within a week.”

His **** froze and blushed crimson “It has only been a week? I thought I was down here for a month at least, master” she justified herself. “But it doesn’t change anything… resisting you was futile, and surrender felt soooooo good” shuddering as she remembered the moment he claimed her.

He only allowed her to use the bunker’s spartan bathroom. It wasn’t necessarily distrust towards her but allowing her upstairs could lead people on his trail and he didn’t want that, at least yet. The bunker however, was safe. Its thick lead-covered walls would even block the X-ray vision of Superman, Supergirl and Powergirl. This would also prove helpful once he captured one of the female kryptonians in the furute.

Leaving the bathroom his first **** sashayed towards him. Leaning towards him she offered her lips as a thank you for letting her pee. Matt claimed her mouth again by pushing his tongue into it aggressively, easily dominating hers. Even during something as simple as a kiss, she was his ****.

Matt broke the kiss before it got too heated. There was something he wanted to understand before he started the next round of mind-numbing sex. “Why did you give in so easily?” he inquired. “Everything went according to plan, except your reaction. You broke much faster than I expected”

“It’s a blessing and a course of the amazons, master” she started. “In ancient times when they lived in men’s world, my sisters were enslaved. They were mistreated and abused until my mother was blessed by Hera herself” she went on. “She freed my sisters and led them to paradise island, where we lived for centuries, hidden from the view of men. But freedom had a price” she stopped and looked into her master’s eyes. “The gift granted to the amazon was met with a curse from Ares who wanted us back in slavery. Once an amazon willingly submits to a man, she falls in love becomes her masters devoted ****.”

“So that means that…” knowing what he was about to ask, she dared interrupting him with a passionate kiss. “Yes, I love you, master” she confirmed before going in for another kiss.

Wonder Woman’s declaration of devotion kickstarted the next session of passionate lovemaking. With both of his hands on her butt, Matt lifted her off the ground by her cheeks. She instantly got the message and raised her legs, crossing them behind his back. Locked together at their lips and hips, Matt carried her over to the small bed he had installed in his bunkers control room. He wanted to reward her with a more passionate and pleasurable experience then fucking on solid stone. Slowly he lowered his lover onto the soft surface of the mattress. After lying on stone on her tits and face for days, Diana felt like she was floating.

Keeping the pace moderate, he started to kiss down her body. Special attention was payed to her – in his eyes – most beautiful assets. He first stopped at her massive breasts, kissing them all around, barely resisting the urge to motorboat her impressive rack. Kneading them lovingly, he shifted his focus to her pink nipples. By now they were standing at full attention and could probably cut diamonds. Matt started on the left, licking all around the areola multiple times. Diana squirmed in pleasure, unable to withhold her whorish moans as her nipples ached for his attention. Her generous master complied with her unspoken wish and nursed on her rock-hard nub. She nearly came on the spot right there but managed to hold back.

“Good girl, from now on I want you to only come on my command, otherwise I’ll have to punish you” he ordered he ordered, slightly biting her nipple for emphasis. Then he switched to her right orb to repeat the ordeal.

She was on a hard edge when he finally moved further south to her abs of steel. He let his fingers glide over her core, feeling the soft skin above the defined muscles, greatly enjoying the mixture of softness and strength long enough for his **** to cool down a bit. However, this was not meant to be his final destination.

Reaching the hight of his foreplay, he faced her pussy. Hovering inches away from her, he took in the lovely scenery. She was leaking like a rusty pipe, her juices already soaking the bedsheet below. And god she was hot, not only figuratively but also literally. Matt could have sworn he saw steam come from her hungry hole as it was basically begging him for pleasure. Inching forward, his tongue reached for her sodden folds.