Something caught at the back of Bella's mind. Not a thought; she didn't need any of those when she could just serve her Lady. But something. A memory, maybe. A detail. She ran her duster over the tabletop once more, making sure the surface was spotless. She made sure all the chairs were in place, then picked up her Lady's phone to dust that as well and wiped the spot where it had been sitting before putting it back down.
That thing caught in her mind again, and she paused.
After she'd polished her Lady's dress, she'd been set to work cleaning the couch that her cock had been dripping over last night. Then she'd vacuumed the whole house. Made lunch for her Lady. Washed the dishes. Cleaned her Lady's car. It was getting dark. At some point, her Lady had come down dressed in an old t-shirt and pyjama bottoms and started watching a movie; Bella could see her in the next room now, still sitting on the couch eating a bowl of chips, paying Bella no attention as the sounds of a laser fight came from the TV. Bella hadn't brought her the chips; she'd gotten those herself. Just a minute ago. She'd passed through the room Bella was in on the way to the kitchen, absently leaving her phone on the table and forgetting it when she carried her snack back.
Her phone.
...
...
...her unlocked phone.
Bella's brain ground to a halt as that one detail fought its way through the thick, goopy pleasure her mind was marinating in, and she stared at the phone blankly.
The unlocked phone.
...
Bullet reeled back as the detail finally connected with something and a thought sparked in her head. She grabbed at a chair as her legs almost gave way, her muscles simultaneously sluggish and too-responsive, like she'd just finished a two-hour full-body workout. She slapped a shaking hand down on the screen to make sure it wasn't about to black out on her, then picked it up in a grip so tight she might have broken it. She didn't care. She opened up the call function, and screamed internally so hard she couldn't stop a whimper escaping her lips. Her head snapped up, expecting to see the Lady right behind her ready to subdue her again, but her captor was still comfortably engrossed in her movie.
She didn't have anyone she could call. None of her friends or family knew about her powers, and they were all saved as contacts in her phone anyway; she didn't know any of their numbers by heart. Even if she did, how could she convince them it wasn't a prank? And how would they help, anyway? Best case scenario, they called the police. Worst case, they came here themselves and got caught alongside her. For the first time, she regretted not making any connections with other heroes.
Fuck.
It had to be the police. Even if the officers they sent were vulnerable to the Lady's power, she would need time to break them, and their disappearance would be noted. It would draw attention. She'd end up on the radar of every hero in the country.
And Bullet's secret identity would be toast. Every disgruntled gang member whose friends she'd put away would know who she was and where her family lived.
FUCK.
Her hands were shaking and she realised she was crying out of frustration. She was holding an escape tool in her hand and she couldn't use it.
"
FUCK!
" She screamed out loud as she slammed the phone back on the table and sank to her knees, burying her face in her gloved hands as she sobbed.
Her breath hitched as the Lady's full lips wrapped around her cock and sucked, her wet tongue tickling the underside, and Bullet wiped away tears to see nothing but the tent in her skirt as her cock rewarded her with a phantom blowjob. Lightheaded from the whiplash of emotions, she couldn't help but laugh at the reminder of how stupid she'd been. It wouldn't have mattered if there'd been someone she could call; her cock would have stopped her the moment she started dialling.
There was a crash and running footsteps from the next room, and the Lady - a chip still clinging to her pyjama bottoms where she'd apparently knocked the bowl over - appeared in the doorway. Her eyes locked onto her phone on the table and her face turned white.
"What happened?!" She yelled, and Bullet's blowjob became tinged with the weirdest sensation that she had no comparison for as her cock recounted recent events to the Lady.
The blood slowly returned to the Lady's face, and she giggled into her hand and sagged against the doorway in relief.
"Oh fuck me," she breathed, addressing empty air, "that would have been embarrassing."
The Lady straightened up and recomposed herself, her arrogant smirk returning as she stared down imperiously at Bullet.
"Congratulations on passing, girl. If you'd tried to call for help, I would have had to punish you."
