"I know, I know! I'm
sorry
." He said, watching his irate girlfriend standing by the door with her hands on her hips. That definitely meant trouble and the next thing he says will be sure to bury him. Quickly he starts explaining. "I'm helping Batman on a case and I totally got wrapped up in it. I forgot all about the park. What's worse, I don't think I'll be able to take you to the park today either." He said, holding his breath and waited for the blow up that accompanied whenever he mentioned Bruce's or his alter ego's name. After 30 seconds and no stray starbolts, he looked up. He was just in time to see her leave her spot against the doorway and walk over to where he sat.
Spinning his chair around, she took her a seat in his lap, careful not to sit directly on the tent that was beginning to form in his black silk boxers.
Talk about the "Big Top" indeed
. Caressingly, she ran her fingers through the shining ebon strains of his hair, watching each silken strand slide between her fingers and fall neatly back in place on top of his well-shaped head. Leaning in close, she slowly started nibbling on his lower left ear lobe, gently capturing the fragile skin between her teeth. Hearing his quick indrawn breath, Kory released his ear and whispered into it. "Are you saying Batman can't spare you for two hours?"
Feeling Kory's moist breath in his ear and hearing her husky tones as she spoke was really affecting him. He could barely think straight, who could with a sexy alien on your lap, tonguing your ear and rubbing her tight ass against your dick? All he could do was layback and pant as Kory preformed her special form of witchcraft on his ear, and silently curse Bruce for the extra work that kept him from finding a more creative use for his office chair. He'd much rather be undressing Kory then working on some damn case for Batman.
Trying to gain some control and make her understand, he pulled his ear from her mouth and turned her until their eyes met, when he had her attention, he said. "This case is really important Kory, Bruce never asks for help unless it's something really important." He said, watching her green eyes narrow until they became slits.
Oh God…what is she thinking?
Does he honestly think I'll let him blow me off for Batman?
Kory hated when he acted like this. What did Donna call it again? A stick in the mud! Yes, that's it. It seemed like all their plans recently have been ruined by Bruce Wayne, Wayne Enterprises or Batman and she was sick of it. This was the third date he's ruined, the Third one! The last date Dick broke, a trip she had planned to see Liberty Island, she had told him the next time he broke another date of theirs, and it wasn't a life or death or world crisis, she would tie him to the nearest piece of furniture and have her way with him until he either stopped being such a pain in the ass or he learned that his girlfriend needed some of his time and attention too, whichever came first. Apparently, he thought she was joking. Looks like it's lesson time, she thought with devilish glee.
Ignoring the pointed looks he gave her, Kory carefully searched his office, looking for his utility belt. She knew that he was never far from his "tools" and that he usually kept his belt in whatever room he was working in at the time. She finally spotted it lying on the couch, partially covered by his coat. Leaving his lap, she wandered over to it and pulled out the line he used to swing from, a very light sturdy rope with metal and other unknown alloys weaved into it for strength. It was strong enough to hold someone three times Dick's weight and thick enough not to cut into his hands.
Feeling his eyes on her, Kory turned around and grinned at the apprehensive look that crossed his face. Having all she needed, Kory walked back over to Dick and spun the chair he was sitting in around, so that he was facing away from her. Working quickly, she dropped the rope around him chest level, and started tying him to the chair. It was easy goings from there. The chair was one of those high-backed black leather chairs that swiveled and had wide armrests, plenty of places to tie him securely to.
Perfect!
Dick was in shock. He just couldn't believe that he just got tied to his chair with his own rope! And tied pretty securely at that! All he could do was sit in amazement while she finished tying him in place. Still not believing this, he called to her. "Kory!"
Giving one last tug on the rope, Kory spun the chair around and saw her boyfriend's outraged expression. Watching him tug on the rope, testing its strength, she saw him give her a stern look and say. "You know I can free myself, right?"
Smiling smugly at him, she said. "Actually, I don't think you can. Sure, given time you probably could, but not with me standing here watching you."
"And the point of this is Kory?" he asked, still shifting in he seat, testing for weakness in the knots she made.
Walking slowly around the chair, she answered him. "The
point
is, you seem to forget that my world doesn't revolve around Bruce, and neither does yours. You're not twelve any more, so you don't have to follow blindly behind him." Stopping in front of him, she bent forward and whispered in his ear. "Remember what I told you the last time you blew off one of our dates for Batman?" She asked, watching his Blue eyes go round with recognition.
"Kory…" he managed weakly. Oh yeah, he remembered all right, he just never though she'd actually do it
. I guess this will teach you not to second guess a Tamaranean Grayson..
He was so excited he almost felt faint with it. His dick was as hard as it's ever been, anxious for whatever this woman decided to do to him. Desire for her was riding him hard; he felt like he was ready to come and she'd barely touched him. He had to see where this would lead them. At that very moment, Bruce and his case could go to Hell.
Seeing that look of helpless lust on his face told Kory she had won this particular battle, there will be no more talk of work or Batman this day. Feeling quite pleased with herself, Kory fell to her knees in front of her favorite detective. This spot, while giving her a wonderful view of his straining manhood, also allowed her the perfect position to begin her torture. Smiling up into his eyes, she slowly reached up and teased the inside of his thigh with her nails, steadily inching closer and closer to the protruding bulge in his boxers.
His strangled moan and the quiet rotation of his hips let her know that he was enjoying the attention and wanted more of her touch. Well, if more is what he wants, then more is what he'll get, she thought to herself. Sliding her fingers up the right leg of his boxers, she gently cupped the weight of his balls in her hands and gently held them, massaging the two globes she found within before continuing her search higher up. Feeling her hand make contact with a warm blunt object, as thick around as her wrist and throbbing with a life of its own, she knew she had him, literally in the palm of her hand. Wrapping her hand around his shaft and making a fist, she slowly began to stroke him.
Dick could feel his eyes crossing so he closed them. The feel of her warm, silky hand wrapped around his shaft was incredible. She knew exactly what to do to drive him nuts. She kept just enough friction on his dick to keep him excited, but not enough to make him actually cum, even though he felt the single drop of milky pre-cum bead up and wet the tip of his dick. The more pressure she applied to his dick, the faster the milky drops of cum formed until her palm was slick with the excitement he couldn't contain.
If Dick was turned on, Kory was doubly so. It was something so primitive about sitting at your lover's feet and pleasuring him. Dick was really excited, and as always, his pleasure, pleasured her. Wanting to add to his pleasure, Kory used her nails to brush the moist, blunt tip of his swollen erection, gently teasing the sensitive underside. Not content with just feeling his dick, she wanted to see it also. Grasping his length, she maneuvered his penis until she was able to pull it through his boxers from the slit in the front of them.
Up close and in plain sight, it was most impressive. At full erection, Dick was sporting a very noticeable 9 ½ inches, as thick around as her wrist and heavily veined. The wide, mushroom shaped head was partially hidden by foreskin, but if it was pulled back, she knew the head would be a deep angry plum color and wet from the pearly drops of fluid escaping from its head. Every time she saw it, she had the most undeniable urge to wrap her lips around it and give him a most fantastic blowjob. Even as she entertained the thought, she rejected it. Not right now, but definitely later. Right now he had a lesson to learn.
Dick thrashed his head from side to side and moaned her name over and over again. The one time he opened his eyes, he saw her verdant green eyes, laughing silently at him. The evil vixen was enjoying this!
But then again, so was he.
Opening his eyes, he watched her hand move on his dick. It was mind blowing when he wasn't watching, but actually seeing her slim golden hand on his dick really made it strain. Feeling her hand tighten on him, he watched her slowly begin to stroke him, from base to tip. Keeping her fist tight and increasing the slick sliding motion of her hand kept him right on the edge, eagerly thrusting his hips into her hand.