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The first thing Courtney felt was the gag.
A large, black rubber ball split her jaws open in a way only too close to uncomfortable, her own drool trailing down the sides of her mouth onto the plush carpet beneath her.
The second thing she noticed was the room. His room, ordinarily familiar, in the darkness bore an almost alien countenance. The lack of light, be it moonlight or one of his many mismatched lamps, gave the entire space the feeling of a laboratory.
Courtney imagined she would be the subject.
The only light present was the backlit mirror in front of her, sterile white lights illuminating her reflection before her.
She was on her knees. Soft, supple black cords or rope crisscrossed over her body, flowing together into a harness running the length of her body, pushing her chest forward and keeping her back straight. A strand running down and, if the tantalizing pressure was any indication, back up through her legs.
What's worse, he had -somehow- managed to make the shape of a pointed "M" in the ropes right under her breasts. The nerd.
Her legs, meanwhile, were bound together -ankle to thigh- with heavy metal cuffs, glowing with a soft blue light. More cuffs, she felt, tied her arms behind her back.
The first thing Courtney did, as she was want to do, was test the boundaries.
The cuffs, she realized, had a slight amount of give to them. Not enough that she could pull her legs apart or get her arms free, but enough that she could twist and struggle against them.
Every time she moved, however, the rope harness shifted pressure to somewhere else along her body, giving her a vague idea of the shape of yet another rope "M" spread out along her shoulder blades. The absolute dork.
Her exploration of the current situation was cut short, however, by the sound of the door opening. Footsteps pressing into the plush carpet.
"Look's like someone's finally awake."
His voice was deep. Calm. A slight groan in his speech giving the aura of a general tiredness. Courtney craned her neck, trying to see him, meet his eyes, shoot a defiant glare or something. No such luck, however. Whatever stupid technology he had put into her leg cuffs, kept her anchored to the same spot.
"Careful" His voice came from the other side of the room now, echoing around the room. Knowing Robert, he had probably set up some speaker system to keep her disoriented. Dweeb.
"Don't want you pulling anything." He finally emerged from the darkness, right behind her. Now especially, he seemed to loom over her. Boxing her in despite his relatively slight frame.
He still looked disheveled, but he was dressed fancy. Wearing only white shirt he owned, sleeves rolled up and buttons open to the bottom of his sternum, giving a tantalizing view of the scars across his chest. The shirt was messily tucked into a pair of simple black sacks, the crease down the middle long since lost among the cloud of wrinkles. His shoes, a pair of brown leather oxfords, were worn at the toe. The supple leather not quite cracked, but the laces frayed towards the edges betraying their age. The only other thing he had on was a smart watch she'd never seen before. One that especially wasn't the kind that Robert would wear.
Something, however, was in his hands. Three somethings. Two of them she couldn't make out, but one she definitely recognized.
"Sorry about the wait." He announced, mock apology dripping down his tone. He delighted in leaving her to stew and she knew it. Probably only pissed he didn't get to watch. "Had to grab the finishing touch for that outfit."
Robert's hand trailed down her cheek, finger grazing her chin while his eyes remained locked with hers. "Chin up, Visi." He ordered, applying slight pressure upwards.
Courtney's head remained locked, a defiant glare reflecting back into Robert's tired visage. To her surprise -not really, she knew how much he liked a challenge- a soft smirk spread across Robert's face at her refusal. "Oh...this is how we're going to play, huh?" He muttered, bemused look filling his eyes.
"Yuhr mvve, Meha Mnn." The words came out garbled, ball gag preventing the proper pronunciation, but doing nothing against the mocking emphasis she put on his alter ego's name. The defiance was, however slightly, undercut by the bursts of spit that accompanied her words.
With an eyeroll, Robert shifted his hand from her chin to the lattice of ropes running across her back, hooking his fingers under a knot at the top of the back "M"
"Y'know, usually a gag is supposed to stop someone from talking, right?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he returned his gaze to hers The genuineness of the question acting as its own form of mockery.
Just as Courtney was preparing another muffled retort, Robert suddenly yanked at the knot. Pressure sprang up across her body, the ropes biting in a way that bordered pain without pushing over. She twitched at the sudden change, a shrill gasp escaping from the gag as she did, giving Robert a chance to grab her chin as she struggled, keeping her head angled upwards.
"There's my 'mvve', Invisigal." He answered, almost perfectly mimicking her gag talk as he wrapped one of the objects, a thin black leather collar with a silver tag at the end, around her neck, pulling the item tight as he stepped away.
"There we go." He drawled, running a finger along the slight leather collar before trailing down her neck towards her sternum, highlighting the heart shaped tag reading 'Visi' before continuing lower, tracing his own rope work.
"You like the cuffs?" There was a twinge of legitimate interest in his voice. Robert was a tinkerer at heart. Loved figuring the way things worked. Courtney, of course, was one of his favorites to 'tinker' with. It was partially infuriating for her to have someone know her so well. The vulnerability from someone knowing what she needed without even having to ask was, frankly, embarrassing.
The other part was arguably more embarrassing: the fact that she liked it. Robert, damn him, made her feel like she could be vulnerable around him. Drop the bravado and the dirty jokes and the needling questions and still be cared for. She could be visible around him. And, of course, Robert loved her bravado. He played in on her dirty jokes, and he returned fire with sarcasm to her needling questions, but she knew that she didn't have to be anything around him. She could be whatever she wanted to.
Right now she wanted to be Invisigal, charming, braggadocios and stealthy super hero and absolute smoke show, who -after failing to sneak into a her nemesis' lair- was captured by the malevolent Mecha Man, egotistical mad scientist and tinkerer who she definitely did not want to fuck until one of them couldn't move. The game they were playing was long in development. There was an obvious kinkiness in every Hero-Villain rivalry, and seeing as Courtney had long been on the Villain side -semi-recently changing- and Robert had been on the hero side, both wanted to see what the other part was like.
Robert, of course, wanted to be the more cartoonish villain. The kind who delighted in insane experiments and strapping the hero into death trap and cackling off as he left them to escape.
Robert, from what she could tell, only had the difference of lengthy monologues, cheap one liners, and dressing fancier in his 'Evil' persona.
"Made them just for you." Robert continued, circling Courtney. "Magnetic. Strong enough to keep you right there, but enough to let you squirm a little." He grinned, sliding a chair in from the darkness and taking a seat right beside Courtney, rotating her to face him with the toe of his shoe.
"I've actually got a few things I've been meaning to test out..." He muttered, retrieving from his back pocket what looked to be a pair of silver and blue discs, each about the size of a coaster, the same colors as his suit. "Let's start with these." He grinned, twisting the disc between two fingers.
"I'll let you watch, try and guess what they do." He chuckled, setting the disc squarely onto her clit, soft suction keeping the cool metal edges latched to her skin. "Or, I guess, feel would be more accurate." He grinned, settling back into the chair as a blue glow began to emit from his watch.
With a sudden tap, the disc began to vibrate against her clit. As much as Courtney tried to stop it, a moaning wail spewed from behind the gag at the sudden sensation. "Fun, right?" For him: certainly. Watching Courtney squirm was one of the many things Robert could do for hours, alongside bantering with her, holding Beef, and dreaming up new Mecha Man gadgets. As much as that suit fucked his life, it was an increasingly enjoyable hobby now that his life didn't fully revolve around being Mecha Man. For Courtney, the vibrations were torture, waxing and waning as Robert moved his finger up and down the screen of his watch.
"But that's not all." He continued, bending down and placing his middle and ring finger in front of the vibrating disc. "They respond to physical pressure. Harder I press..." His fingers pushed forwards, restarting the cycle of vibrations as he pushed harder and softer against the disc. "The stronger it vibes."
"That's not all, though." He grinned again, plucking the disc from Courtney and leaving her a chance to catch her breath. "You see, they also can attach to things very easily." Robert leaned back, pulling from a drawer behind him...oh. One of Courtney's dildos, a pink silicone object, no machinery or anything in it. It was simple, the only 'special' part of it was a curved nub towards the base meant to press onto her clit. It was simple, it was also one of her favorites, being about the same size as Robert and simple enough that -when she was both horny and unable to see him- pretend it was him.
"So I can stick it on something like this..." With a soft fwoop, the phallus attached to the disc, shaking as Robert gave it a few cursory taps. "And conduct a little experiment."
Kneeling down next to her, Robert gently spread Courtney's legs apart, granting a full view of the anticipatory wetness. A view which Robert promptly swooped his finger down towards, dragging along her slit towards himself drawing another muffled moan from Courtney. In turn, he gave her his own view as he lifted his finger into his own mouth, licking the wetness off his own finger, all the while keeping his eyes locked with her.
"Now, the test is," He spoke, lining the head of the dildo up against her entrance as he did. "We're going to see how much I can vibe you, until you break." He finished, slowly inserting the recently-modified vibrator up into her, relishing in her squirms and gasps until it finally bottomed out, suctioning onto her skin and locking the dildo inside.
There was a sudden moment of, clarity was the best thing Courtney could call it at the moment. "Level?" Robert asked, voice warm, a hint of concern under the surface. Courtney snapped her fingers once, the signal for 'All Good' or 'Level 1.' 'Level 2,' two snaps, meant 'Not this.' And three snaps was red alert, everything needed to stop asap.
With a relieved breath, Robert pressed a quick kiss to Courtney's cheek, then rose and lounged back in the chair.
"Now, let's see how much you can take." Mecha Man quipped, pressing softly against the disc with the point of his shoe.
Villainy in Robert's eyes, Courtney reasoned, was playing up some of your worst traits. For Robert, it seemed that one of the main ones was his vindictiveness. This, Courtney reasoned -though such a feat was rapidly becoming more and more difficult- was payback for her teasing. If this was the payback, however, she would have to tease him a lot more.
The vibrations rose and fell as Robert pushed and pulled his foot up and down, bringing Courtney from middling vibrations down to none, then all the way up to max. All the while, Robert watching with a bemused look as she struggled and gasped at the shifting stimulation.
It was mind bending, at points, a warm haze slowly overtaking Courtney's brain. Orgasmic fog rolling over higher brain functions as her climax rapidly approached. Ragged moans signaled that she was about to come. Her legs began to quake in anticipation of her climax. A climax that never came.
"I didn't say until you'd come. I said until you'd break." Mecha Man's tone was sharp, his eyes sharper as he smiled down at Courtney. She could feel her mascara running down her cheeks as drool dribbled down her chin. Slick leaked onto Robert's shoe, bobbing idly and occasionally catching the vibe for just long enough to keep her wound tight. Robert, for his part, seemed to delight in the mess he'd made of Courtney, watching her wind tighter and tighter, enough so that she'd crack when he finally let her go.
"You'll come, don't worry." He crooned, replacing his foot against the vibe as it whirred back to motion. "You just have to keep going"
The loop continued for what felt like hours to Courtney as she pressed forward in search of the promised orgasm. Every time she got close, no matter how much she tried to hide the signs, Robert would pull away just before she could get the final moments she needed.
"You've been doing so well, Visi." He finally groaned, running a hand through the dark spikes of hair. "You really want to come, don't you?" Courtney nodded before she even processed, head bobbing rapidly as she peered needily up at Robert, eyes beginning to water from the constant teasing.
"Alright. Then come." Mecha Man brought his leg forward, foot positioned right under Courtney, all she had to do was drop down. She barely hesitated.
Riding Robert's foot would have been ordinarily one of the most embarrassing things for Courtney, however she was too damn horny to give a damn. Much less the fact that, and screw the both of them for this, she didn't mind doing 'embarrassing' things in front of Robert.
"You look so pretty like this, Visi." Robert hummed. "All desperate and wound up. God I love it when you unwind for me. Doing so good for me." His own desperation was evident, caressing Courtney's cheek as she pressed herself against his leg. He needed her to come just as much as she needed to. Needed to know that he managed to get her this desperate. That he, himself, did a good job as he praised her for doing one.
The orgasm hit like a wave, her entire body shaking as she finally brought herself over the edge. The gag barely muffling the desperate moan that filled the room around them. Robert's arms wrapped around Courtney as she began to slump over from exhaustion. "So good for me, Visi...So good." He whispered, letting her slide backwards onto her knees. "You still in there?" He asked, wry tone laced with the undercurrent of concern that betrayed his true thoughts.
"Mmmh..." Courtney nodded, almost every part of her aching, vaguely aware of Robert reaching down to unlatch the gag before the strap left too deep of a mark. "That...shouldn't have felt so good." She chuckled, a dopey smile spreading across her face as she watched him light up at her acknowledgement.
"I've trained you well, evidently." He jabbed back. "Just about anything I do can get you off if I praise you enough." Robert stretched his own neck, kneeling down next to Courtney himself. "Lotta candor coming from Invisigal." He continued.
"Looks like Mecha Man used his stupid sex powers to drain my brain." She countered, refocusing on him as he dropped closer.
"Looks like it. Level?" Already rubbing at her collarbone as she stretched into him.
"Sore but...one. Should be good if you're gentle." She groaned, Robert's massaging already making her feel far looser.
"Perfect." With another kiss to the cheek, Robert rose again. "So perfect for me." The change in tone as Mecha Man grasped her chin was evident. "See how nice it can be when you're obedient?" Thumb pushing at her lips as he glowered down at her like she was the finest piece of art he'd ever seen. No, more like a delectable steak dinner, a barely contained hunger behind the appreciation.
"Yeah...real nice...sore and sticky all over...Great job offer evil-man, but I think I'm good." Her retort only slightly undercut by the wetness still dripping off of Robert's shoe crossed with the desperate look in her eyes.
"Awww, someone need more convincing?" Robert crooned, finger tips dancing down Courtney's thighs as his tongue brushed out over his grinning teeth.
"Take your best shot."
The next few moments were a blur. Courtney felt herself get swooped up into the chair as the cuffs demagnetized. Her wrists reconnected, this time above her head, while her legs found themselves perched on Robert's shoulders.
Robert, who was now kneeling in front of her.
"Trust me, I can be very convincing." He hummed, pulling the vibe out from her as he began to nip at the muscle of her thighs, eliciting the umpteenth needy gasp from Courtney in the night. The gasp, however, promptly turned into a chuckle, then a full blown laugh as Courtney processed what he had said.
Villainy in Robert's eyes, Courtney reckoned, was also saying one liners and attempting to be suave.
"I'm sorry," She laughed "That's just...damn near everything you've said tonight has been corny, but this especially." As she slowly devolved into a full blown cackle.
Robert, for his part, turned to his all too common half grimace. "Would you rather I be silent?" He shot back, gravel in the back of his throat.
"No...I...Honestly your normal self is more 'villainous' than this." She continued, laughter subsiding.
"Huh." Robert hummed to himself, seemingly mulling something over in his head, before his lips turned upwards in a small smile. "Level?"
"One?" Courtney answered, cocking an eyebrow at the out of place check in. "What, you planning to rock my-" She was cut off with a strangled gasp as Robert suddenly sank two fingers into her slit while locking his mouth on her clit.
"Ohhhh Fuck...Robert...Mnghh...Right There! Yes!" The symphony of moans spewed out of Courtney like a fountain, only stopping when Robert left his fingers curled inwards as he rose up from her crotch, a thin sheen blanketing his chin.
"Not my name, Invisigal." He emphasized, pressing down on her stomach with the other hand as he kept his fingers locked in position, keeping her from getting any more movement until he was satisfied.
"You've...fuck...definitely thought about this before...huh, Mecha Man." Courtney gasped, squirming against him in an effort to get anything more.
"More times than I can count." His fingers started curling again. Courtney was velvety and slick against Robert's calloused fingers, wetness spiderwebbing between him as he opened and closed his fingers inside her, taking note of each moan as he kept 'Tinkering'. "Y'know, every time we banter, and trust me I love it when we banter. Can't get enough of it." No sarcasm in his voice, only a cold edge that seemed to cut right to Courtney's core. His thumb began spinning tight circles on her clit, drawing stifled pleas for more out from deep within her throat.
"But almost every time, in the back of my mind, I'm wondering what it takes to Shut. You. Up." Each word was punctuated by a soft smack to her wet sex, each producing a whining hiss from Courtney, both at the loss of pressure and the sudden sting.
"I think this way is my favorite. It's the one that you want, after all." Robert returned to slowly curling his fingers in and out within her. "Level?"
"One! Fuck! One, keep going." Robert picked up his speed in response as Courtney's legs began squeezing in on his head.
"Every single jab, you're just begging me to turn you into this." He slipped in another finger, the smile blooming into a maniacal grin. "Begging me to take you home and make you mine."
Villainy, in Robert's eyes, was exemplifying your worst traits. This was his possessiveness. His desire to have her. Claim her. Keep her. It was intoxicating, a drug of his own design. The evidence that she was more than wanted, she was coveted. She was his.
"Admit it." His voice cut sharp and cool, almost monotone as his wrist shifted to a new angle, prompting a cry from Courtney. "Every time you ask a probing question, or make a dirty joke you're begging me to show you the answer. You need it."
Courtney nodded rapidly, bottom lip turning white between her teeth, eyes slammed shut.
"Look at me." Robert, Mecha Man, -the line between the two was blurring like Courtney's vision as a haze slowly glazed over her- ordered, again freezing in his tracks until she complied. Her eyes met his, her seeping, desperate desire met his barely contained raging one. "Answer."
"You...like it too..." She panted, defiance rising in her eyes. "Yeah, no shit I do. Now tell me what you need, Visi. Tell me who you need." His fingers twisted again, changing position and draining the resistance from her as they did.
"You!" Courtney cried. "Fuck, yes I need you! Robert...God...Fuckin' break me! Make me yours!" She screamed, head launching back as another earth shattering orgasm rapidly rose to the surface.
"Good girl, Visi." The words pushed her closer and closer. "Such a good girl...Now come for me." It was just like any other order he'd give through the Dispatch line.
Another release broke hard and fast across Courtney, the mere words in that exact tone enough to push her over the edge. Robert's fingers slowed and kneaded softly through her as she came, guiding her through the orgasm as the pleasure fog washed over her mind. She felt boneless, the only things keeping her from slumping into a pile on the chair being the cuffs and Robert's shoulders.
"Level?" The warm sound of Robert's voice echoed in her head for a few seconds before the meaning of the word clicked. "Is...a one-and-a-half possible...think I just need some water..." She refocused, Robert kneeling before her and easing her off the chair. Cuffs disconnected. Wetness literally oozing down Robert's chin. Soft smile. Pride. Adoration. Worship. She might come again from that alone.
Robert chuckled as he slipped back into the darkness, emerging with a clear plastic bottle in each hand.
"Still want more?" He asked, taking a swig as Courtney downed her own in almost a single gulp.
"What, like you even have to ask?" She answered, wiping the spill of water from her own mouth. "That shit was hot as hell..." Robert didn't often make her beg. He more so liked to give, see what she liked in his ministrations, and repeat variations on that until she came.
Usually, of course, he'd tell her to come, but it was always more of a go-ahead than any meaningful command. This, however.
This was Robert really taking control. Every part of him was so stupidly good, part of the reason Courtney couldn't get enough of him, whatever he did he tried to do the right thing. This was Robert taking her for himself. Turning every part of Courtney into a vessel of pleasure, letting her push with just enough resistance in to make it fun before driving her insane. Complete turnover of control. She loved it. Even the mere thought of it sent pleasurable pulses out form her core. She needed more.
"I...uh...meant more water." Robert deadpanned, holding his half-finished bottle out to Courtney.
Silence.
Courtney broke first, snatching the bottle with a cackle as Robert joined her cacophonous laughter not even a moment later, rolling backwards onto the floor together.
"But yeah, another round?" Robert asked, head turning to face her, soft smile returning as their eyes met again.
"Bring it, Mecha Man." Courtney snarked, sitting up and facing him in turn.
"Okay. Beg for it." Robert said it so casually that Courtney almost missed it, leading to her choking on the water in her throat as she responded.
"Wh...What?" She asked, dumbfounded. Sure, she had been begging for him to keep fucking her once he started, but begging him to start? That would require some pushback on principle alone.
"You heard me. Beg me to fuck you." His voice had returned to that icy gravel, eyes darting back to hungry appraisal as he eyed her up and down.
"And why, o great and sexually powerful one, should I do that?" Courtney crossed her arms over her chest. Either Robert had forgotten to turn the cuffs back on or he was giving her a small glance of freedom for the moment.
"Because it's the only way you're gonna get my dick inside you." Resolute in this fact, Robert leaned back, spreading his own legs slightly so as to give a view of the bulging wet spot in his slacks. The sight made Courtney's mouth water in such a way that she wondered if she had taken another swig and forgotten about it.
"God, you are such a dick, you know?" Why did she have to pick that word. Jackass, fucker (on second thought, maybe not fucker,) asshole (still maybe not, but better than fucker,) nerd, dork. Any of those would have been a better choice than dick.
Because now she can't stop thinking about it. Dick. Robert. Dick. Robert's Dick. Robert's dick in her. Her sucking Robert's dick. Her riding Robert's dick. Robert fucking her from behind as he praised her for how good a job she was doing. Her and Robert's eyes meeting as he pounded into her, face contorted in focus on making her feel as spectacular as she was to him. Dick. Dick. Dick.
"...Fuck me..." Courtney muttered, mock embarrassment clouding the excitement over getting fucked. All Robert did was cock an eyebrow.
"...Please..." Still nothing.
"Pwease Mr Mecha Man, pwease put your dick allllll over me." She mock singsonged, cocking her head and pouting to the same lack of response.
Courtney groaned, grumbled. Uncrossed and re-crossed her arms again before breathing deep.
"Please...Fuck me?" She asked, letting the desperation she felt out on full display, never breaking contact from Robert's scrutinizing eyes.
With a satisfied huff, Robert rose, taking Courtney by the hand and leading her in front of the mirror, dragging the chair behind him as he did.
"Hands on the top." He ordered, gesturing towards the top of the mirror with his head as Courtney stretched out, resting her hands on the top frame.
"Good girl. Wrists together." Swiping along his watch as she did, the cuffs magnetizing together moments later as he set the chair between Courtney and the mirror, seat angled towards her.
"Would it have ripped my arms off if they were too far apart?" She asked, sly visage shifting over to him in the mirror.
"Oh for sure. Every supervillain has to make at least one death trap, right?" He shot back, own calm look returning hers as he paced around to behind her.
"Of course, it's a rite of passage." She snarked, anticipatory shiver running down her spine as Robert began to unzip his pants, pulling his member out from the top of his slacks.
His fingers rubbed against her slit, her breath fogged the mirror as she found herself gazing at her own reflection. Her hair was a mess, much the same was her mascara as it trickled down her cheeks. She was flush from her cheeks to the top of her breasts. Where she wasn't glistening with sweat, the rope harness had pressed soft red lines, like constellations between the knots, into her flesh.
"Try and put your legs together." Robert requested, running a hand down the small of her back, stopping just above her hips. Try as Courtney might, she couldn't move more than a few inches together.
"They repel, too" Robert explained taking glee in watching his invention work as he made it, especially with the view that it was giving him. Courtney was dripping wet, the soft curve of her ass arched down into her thighs. She looked delectable. He pulled the strands of rope running between her legs apart, one to each side, bettering his view. He couldn't help himself.
Courtney shivered as Robert's tongue swiped up her slit, dragging wetness into his mouth with it. His fingers followed soon after, curling briefly inside her as he tested the metaphorical waters.
"Those things aren't gonna give me like...super cancer, are they?" She asked, hoping to use the joke to distract from the rapidly winding spool of need developing in her core. No such luck.
"No, but they'll give you a bit of nausea if you put your head between the cuffs while they're on. So, y'know, don't." Robert pulled his fingers out as he spoke, sneaking a taste as he lined his head at her entrance. "Ready?"
Courtney nodded. "Please..." She hissed out, feeling one of Robert's hands grip her shoulder while the other rested on the side of her hips.
"Breathe..." He muttered as he entered, the soft direction prompting an inhale from Courtney, followed by a loud whine as Robert finally inserted into her.
"There we go..." He whispered, voice all gravel and heat, focused eyes locking onto hers in the mirror. "Hey, eyes on me, Visi." Robert ordered, prompting the haze to clear from Courtney's eyes as she locked onto his in the reflection. "Good girl." He crooned, rubbing the cheek of her ass while he began thrusting.
At first Robert moved slowly, relishing in every noise and twitch he drew out from Courtney. Soon, however, he started to thrust harder. "Taking me so well..." He praised. "So good for me..." His hand shifting to press his thumb into her mouth while he cupped her chin, Courtney's back arching more in response. Soft gasps rapidly became desperate moans. Robert quickly bend over, kissing and sucking up along her back, tracing the empty spaces in his own rope pattern until he finally reached her neck, suckling dark hickeys all over the back and sides of her throat as he kissed across her.
Courtney groaned as she felt herself move to each thrust, breasts swinging forward and back while the cheeks of her ass clapped against Robert's hips, his balls swinging into her clit only often enough to tease it. The hazy fog was pushing away any sensation except for the pleasure and the stretch. The pleasure was his dick inside her, forwards and back, forwards and back, velvet friction edging her closer and closer. It was the thumb in her mouth, not pushing enough to keep any air from flowing, but enough to constantly remind her of its presence. It was the kisses on her neck, the rub on her ass, the grunts she could hear from Robert as she watched him thrust in and out in and out.
The stretch was the ache of her muscles, arms splayed up to the top of the mirror, legs split apart from each other by simultaneously attracting and repelling magnets. It was the was that the ropes seemed to push somewhere else every time she moved. It was the way Robert spread her thin, filled her, the way she shivered, twitched, let her thoughts drain out as the sensations overwrote her.
"Ro...Mecha Man...fuck...close..." She hissed out, leaning into his hand on her chin as she did.
"That's it, Visi, just like that..." He gasped in response, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as his pace quickened.
"Such a good girl, Visi..." He hummed, pulling her closer, her fingertips only barely on the mirror as her back pressed into his chest. "You ready?"
Courtney moaned in response, knees buckling together as she attempted to rut backwards into Robert, to get that final push forwards over the edge.
"Of course you are...come for me, Visi." He groaned, desperation to watch her unravel pushing at the edges of his tone, fueled by knowing it was him who pushed her over.
A fountain. She came like a fountain, the weight of her body fully catching up to her as the coil fully spun out, taking the strength from her as it did.
"Level?" Robert whispered against her, rubbing her shoulders as he took to supporting her weight with his arm under her chest.
"Is...less than one possible? Need...more..." She all but moaned, splaying back onto him as the use of her muscles began returning. She whined as Robert pulled himself out, one hand bringing up underneath her waist.
"Yeah...take that to mean you're good for another round?" She answered with a kiss, sucking Robert's bottom lip into her mouth as she pushed her tongue forwards. "Mhmmm..."
"Good girl." Courtney felt the cuffs demagnetize as Robert flipped her around, them now chest to chest as their tongues meshed together in their mouths.
Robert's mouth drew them backwards as he sank the two of them down into the chair, the hand previously under her chest now cupping one of her breasts.
"Haven't given these nearly enough attention." He muttered, circling her pebbled nipple with his thumb as his mouth moved to kiss along her jaw and down her throat.
Courtney whined at the sudden attention, one of Robert's hands rubbed at her hip bone as her own pulled madly at his shirt.
"Please...can I..." Courtney fumbled at the buttons to his shirt, pulling away from Robert's lips to grant herself access, much to both of their chagrins.
"'Course, Visi." He kissed her neck again, shifting slightly to pull his own slacks off fully, letting his member spring fully free as Courtney ground down onto him, increasingly desperate for some kind of pressure. She needed more. Had to have more. Ordinarily: she'd have made some witty crack about becoming addicted to him, but right now every cell in her body was occupied repeating a chorus of how much more she had to have.
Robert's shirt finally sloughed off, revealing the complex web of scars patterned across his body. "You want it in, Courtney?" Robert asked, running his thumb over her other breast now, delighting in the gasp when he dragged with just enough friction.
"Need it in..." She sighed, raising herself up, straddling Robert in the chair as he lined himself again. "Alright...down." He ordered, keeping his member lined up to her as she widened at the length. Whining gasps crowded the air between them, her voice shaky from the constant pleasure as he bottomed out in her.
"God you're so pretty like this..." Robert hummed, hand drifting to rub at Courtney's clit as she began to bounce on him. "Pretty all the time...but like this...God you're intoxicating." He whispered breathlessly, mouth clasping around one of her breasts as his other hand braced against her shoulder blades.
Courtney couldn't find words. The only thing in the word was Robert. Robert's dick inside of her as she bounced up and down. His tongue swirling around her nipple as he sucked madly. His thumb circling her clit while his hand pressed into her thigh, the other one flat across her back, keeping her pushed towards him while her nails almost certainly added new scars across down Robert's back.
"Wonder what happens..." His thumb hooked under one of the knots, pulling upwards as Courtney sank down again. She shot back up as Robert continued to rub at her clit. "If I do that."
Courtney writhed at the sudden shift of pressure, Robert still sheathed inside of her while the rope marks burned at the new tightness.
"I didn't say stop." He continued, moving to focus his attention on her other breast. His eyes were like a predator's. Hunger and want boring into her as she tried to adjust to the new tightness.
The stretch, however, was becoming too much. Two snaps of her fingers and the ropes slid back to their original position. Robert's mouth quickly unlatched, worry overwriting any other want or instinct in him. Courtney breathed with relief as she began to bounce again. She needed to finish. Needed him. Them. Together. Slowly merging into one as Robert's hands returned to focusing on her. One now on her waist and the other cupping her breast. His mouth closed over hers, every moan and gasp filtering into him.
"Close?" He asked, feeling a characteristic tension as Courtney tangled her hands into his hair, desperate to pull him somehow closer.
She moaned in the affirmative, sinking down faster and faster onto him. "Me too..." He hissed, Courtney's nails shifting to the back of his neck as her own mouth twisted back against his.
"Together..." She whispered, hands cupping either side of his face as his grasped her waist. "Together." He agreed, thrusting up into her to accelerate their rapidly approaching climax.
The next few moments were a blur. Robert felt himself come first, her name hissed when he released, filling Courtney as she moaned at the new bursts of heat inside of her. She came right after, screaming his name as she did, Robert's lips at her shoulder pressing softly as she rode out her fourth orgasm of the night.
"So good..." Robert hummed, rubbing circles through the muscles of her back, undoing the knots of the rope and the muscle with each hand.
"You mean that?" She asked, curling closer into him as she did. Only now did the tiredness of the ordeal sink into Courtney, the adrenaline and endorphins fading as she nestled against the crook of his neck.
"Always do." He announced it like it was nothing, focus drawn on undoing his rope work, but sparing a sincere glance downwards, showing the genuineness in his eyes as he did.
"You better...I'm fucking great at this." Her bravado was returning as easy as it had left, kicking her feet up to get a good look at the cuffs Robert had made. Same shade as the Mecha Man Phoenix suit, with glowing blue nodes crossing the silver metal embellished with-
"Did you seriously put the Mecha Man logo on the cuffs too?" She almost cackled, pulling Robert's head towards hers to demonstrate the look of complete absurdity on her face.
"Already had the patterns for the forging." Robert answered. "And if my evil persona is supposed to be an egotist, then it makes sense that I'd plaster my logo wherever I could, especially if on the 'Suave and Sexy' Superheroine I'm about to fuck." Finally pulling enough of the ropes through that Courtney could shrug the harness of ropes off.
"Sure...your evil persona is the egotist...What's up with these things anyways, gonna use them on actual villains?" Courtney turned her wrists over, admiring the accursedly fine construction of them.
"Couldn't if I wanted too...to fragile." Robert pressed his watch to the node on each of them, the cuffs splitting down the middle as he did. "Besides, I made them for you, so I'm going to use them on you." He rubbed her wrists as he spoke, accelerating the blood flow back to her hands.
"You could probably bulk them up. Put a launcher into the suit...make like a...mobile restraint system or something..." She spitballed, positing the idea in an attempt to hide her blush at the fact that Robert made something specifically for her. Three things, if they were counting the discs.
"I could...But then I'd have to put a propulsion system into the cuffs, and find a way to make sure they didn't rip the limbs off of whoever I was throwing them at." On the topic of limbs, hers suddenly felt like jelly. "Besides, I already have a 'mobile restraint system. It's called a net." Courtney rolled her eyes at Robert's counter.
"Pick me up." She ordered, slipping her legs over one of Robert's arms while she wrapped her own around his shoulders.
"And why should I do that?" He asked, already moving to lift her up.
"Because you just expertly ravaged me with your stupid sex powers, meaning I can't feel my legs." She grinned as she spoke. With an eye roll, Robert hoisted Courtney into the air, trudging towards his bed.
"Stay here for a second." Robert ordered, lowering Courtney down onto the bed before whirling around to hit the lights, their dimmed golden glow bringing vision to the pile of Robert's clothes and discarded vibrating discs from earlier.
"Not like I have much of a choice!" She called after him as he left the bedroom, splaying out over her bed as she finally stretched her muscles fully. The feeling was good. Robert did the best he could, but a net of ropes like the one she was in would leave anyone feeling sore after.
"Why'd you bring two of those discs?" She asked as her door cracked open, Robert -now sporting a pair of boxers- holding a damp rag in one hand, a pair of water bottles between the fingers of the other, and a set of pajamas under his arm, sped his way to her side.
"Hmmm? Oh. I was gonna like...put them on your tits or something." He trailed off, dabbing the cloth along her sex, mopping up his own mess. "Lost track of my plan for a second when I fingered you on the chair."
"You had a plan?" She guffawed. Only Robert Robertson III, Mecha Man Blue, then Mecha Man Phoenix, absolute unwarrantedly hot nerd that he is would enter with a laid out plan for fucking his girlfriend into a puddle.
"Yeah. I was gonna get you wound up by humping my leg, then eat you out on the chair before fucking you in the mirror." Gesturing around the room in turn as he did.
"I don't seem to recall you eating me out." Courtney jabbed, glowering down with a mock upset as Robert wiped her drool and mascara off her face.
"Like I said, lost track of the plan when someone said I was being corny." He countered, planting a kiss on her jaw as he tossed the bottle of water and pajamas at her.
"Wow. Wonder who could have pissed you off so much that you decided the only recourse was fucking me silly?" Courtney eyed Robert as he picked up the room, especially when he bent over to pick up the vibrating disc still attached to the dildo.
"You didn't mind that, did you?" He asked, unexpected sincerity shocked Courtney for a few moments as Robert folded his own clothes, setting them on top of his dresser.
"Like I said, Dispatch Man, that was hot as hell." She grinned, taking a swig of water from the bottle as she pulled the pajama pants on with the other hand. "Wouldn't mind you cutting loose like that more often."
Robert scoffed slightly, climbing into bed next to Courtney. "I'll keep it in mind. Now, scooch, we've got work in the morning."
"You've got work it the morning. I can't feel my legs, much less walk. I'm calling in a sick day." Courtney announced, sliding next to Robert as he settled in.
"And you're telling your boss about it?" He deadpanned, bringing his arm around her waist and resting his cheek against the top of her head.
"Call it advance notice. Now zip it, one of us has to be at work in the morning." She was going to make his day at work hell. Spend the day teasing him with videos of her using those delightful new toys he made.
Maybe if she was lucky, he'd come home in the same mood as earlier and fuck her through the bed. Give her another reason to take a day off.
If she was lucky, but right now she was listening to Robert's breathing as he slept, and that was lucky enough for her