A solid workday, if not even eight whole hours.

  It was four hours later, we were about half done and I’d teleported us to a Greek restaurant in New York for lunch. Kristen was staring at me intently as we ate, as if trying to work something out.

  “What’s up, my sweet?”

  Kristen smiled, “I love that, you know. I need a name for you. Um, well, you seem really… confident and commanding since you woke me up in the middle of the night. It’s turning me on, but it’s also concerning me.”

  “Like maybe I’m too confident in my plans?”

  Kristen nodded slowly.

  I shrugged, “So, how turned on are we talking?”

  Kristen blushed, “That’s what you ask me?”

  I chuckled in a low tone that I knew would hit her libido.

  “A man has to have priorities, and clearly you and Mina are mine. Both in priority and in reality.”

  She looked really turned on by me claiming her so forcefully.

  She bit her lip, “Umm, extremely. You’ve always been confident, but not so commanding.”

  I nodded, “I was sharing the task with Mina, she was in charge really before now, so I was more diffident when sharing my plans. I am worried, but I know we can do it. We already have. I also have to believe it wound up the way it is now, that this trail we’re following, stems from our own morals, principles, and ethics. I feel good about my plans, comfortable with them in a way I didn’t with Mina’s which were far more conservative.

  “But if we hit a snag I’ll adjust.”

  She nodded, “So it’s not about the powers? You have what, over a hundred and ninety now?”

  I tilted my head, “Nope. It is kind of cool I’m probably bullet and explosion proof now. I could lift what, thirty tons, and do the fifty-yard dash before most people could finish blinking. I suppose I can also fly at Mach sixteen. But it is what it is, and I don’t get to keep it. It’s not about the powers. It’s about my priorities.”

  I stared deeply into those warm brown eyes, “Which is clearly, you and Mina, my love for you both, and my desire to see us all start a joint triad family. Power is nothing next to that, not after the three days of hell for Mina very much put all my priorities in order. Plus, keeping forty powers won’t be shabby.”

  Maybe I was being arrogant, believing all that so strongly, but I didn’t think so. I felt like I was finally doing the right thing. Mina told me we couldn’t save them all, and I’d gone along with that.

  Yet, here I was, saving them all, even as I worked to get Mina free. Mina’s plans had been too tentative. She’d been too afraid of screwing things up so they’d been minimal in nature, and I’d been too enamored of her beauty, perfect body, and her poise and sophistication to question it too closely. Even her insanely high intelligence had led to me deferring to her, when it really didn’t feel right. The plans I mean, I had no trouble taking orders from a woman.

  I’d let her guide me, even as I’d watched as people died. I loved her dearly, and she was all those things, but she wasn’t a leader. Not really, and I hated thinking that, but it was just true.

  That very day, I was determined I would hold her in my arms and see her look at me in desire, and not that wretched blankness in her limp face and body. Even if the supers would all probably hate me for taking their powers and saving them because they didn’t know they were being hunted by Cerberus. I could live with that, but I couldn’t live without Mina.

  It wasn’t an option. I couldn’t live without Kristen either.

  She swallowed, and looked at me in amazement, with loving awe in her eyes, “I believe you.”

  I winked, “So, how much is extremely turned on, exactly?”

  She giggled, “Stop it.”

  “You’re right, we’re on a schedule, and we don’t have time for a bedroom break.”

  She snorted, “That sure of yourself?”

  I winked confidently, which was arrogant, and it told her that I didn’t think she’d ever refuse me the use of her body at my will. Then I casually got back to my meal, and she started to blush furiously, telling me I was right. It was hot, but also something I wouldn’t abuse, and that I’d make sure she absolutely loved and took joy in.

  She apparently really liked the new more commanding me, which was interesting. Not that it would change her attitude in the bedroom. In fact, I was fairly sure by the look in her eyes she was seriously considering jumping me, riding me hard, and putting me away wet. She’d always be aggressive, and only yield control to me in bed part of the time.

  But I was starting to suspect my sweet Kristen was submissive outside the bedroom. It was a new side of her I’d had no idea existed, and I was perhaps shallowly thrilled by it, even if I wouldn’t abuse it. If we weren’t in the middle of a mission to save Mina, nothing would stop me taking her to the closest bed and nailing here in that moment. It was also something I planned to explore the limits of, if only so I didn’t cross any lines in her eyes. But let’s just say if I could marry her, I suspected she’d go with the traditional vows that included obey. It was also tied to her libido in a large way.

  Kristen was my sweetly adoring submissive outside the bedroom, where neither Mina nor Julia were.

  Which honestly, was where my fear that Mina and I were about to fight came from. She was a lady and in charge out of the bedroom. She was poised, elegantly cultured, and frighteningly intelligent, and I’d just performed a coup d’état of the group because I didn’t like her solution of sacrificing herself. It had been the last straw for me. It should be interesting, and I hoped she’d see reason, otherwise it was probably going to get ugly.

  I would not bend.

  I hoped I was wrong, but I doubted it. I was counting on her intelligence allowing her to see the logic of my side and change her mind. Because I didn’t think she was like Kristen, not at all. We were a team outside the bedroom, but in this case, I was pushing my agenda unilaterally, because I loved her far too much to let her suffer.

  Maybe I was worrying too much.

  If she spurned me because of it, then I’d deal. I’d rather lose her love a thousand times over than let her exist in an eternity of hell of her own making for the next two trillion years when the universe finally burned out.

  Time would tell, soon enough. I’d absolutely guaranteed her compliance in my planning, just in case. I had a trump card that would force her to release her brother, one I hadn’t shared with the others. One that would get her very angry, it was tantamount to blackmail, but I was prepared to use it if I had to.

  I hoped I didn’t have to.

  The bed shook and squeaked, and the headboard pounded against the wall as I took Julia hard from behind. Kristen was rolled up in a ball next to us, totally overwhelmed after I’d wrecked her, and shaking wildly in after-quakes of pleasure. I’d taken her pretty hard, and maybe too fast, virtually vibrating my eight-inch cock in and out of her body with her flexible legs bent over her body. I was just that fast now, my driving center had been more of blur than anything else, and I’d never heard her scream louder as she came for me time and time again.

  It hadn’t been my intention to stop for a threesome, but Julia wasn’t sure where her chosen target would be until later that night, and I hadn’t had the heart to tell them to pick someone else. So it’d be a few more hours before I could free Mina, and it was worth the wait to take down the pedophile sex ring in the city. At that point, I’d taken them both to bed, Julia by grabbing her hand, and Kristen by ordering her to come along to the bedroom. Which… really turned her on fiercely.

  I’d have to talk to her about it in a frank conversation and have her set the boundaries she was comfortable with, the boundaries she wanted, or didn’t want, as the case may be. I’d find out.

  Julia was pure sinful pleasure, heat, and delicious friction along my cock. Her bubbled ass so juicy yet supplely firm and bounced and shook so sharply, delightfully, before quickly snapping back into place. I was also kneading her ass cheek with one hand, while I played with her puckered star with my thumb.

  Julia didn’t really like spanking much at all, I supposed it reminded her of her dark past and being abused and punished, but she liked hard squeezes and adored double penetration. When I finally shoved that finger in, she started to cum for me hard, her sexy gasps and convulsing pussy sending two different kinds of thrilling pleasure racing through my body.

  Her pendulously rounded double D cups shook violently as I fucked her hard through her orgasm, I could see them peak around her body as they wildly shook under her. All while my other hand was firmly wrapped around her blonde hair, and pulling back to arch her back further and make the angle better for both of us.

  “So good, cumming on my dick.”

  I started to churn her asshole with my thumb while pounding her even harder, which rolled her into a second orgasm, her cries of sensual and wicked ecstasy delightful music to ears. Her tight milking pussy deliciously pulling on the skin of my shaft as I pulled out only to slam right back in.

  Julia was incredibly sexy, with extremely light and straight blonde hair, gorgeous expressively warm gray eyes, and a face meant to grace a catwalk. Her model beauty both matched and enhanced by her lush made for sex body, and on top of all that she was an incredible fuck.

  Even her wild squeezes and sloppy subtle grinds during orgasm was better than some sex I’d had. She was deliciously and perfectly tight.

  She started to come down, and her sloppiness went away, as she started to lunge back into me, impaling herself eagerly on my ravishing cock and quite forcefully besides. Her tight squeezes and subtle grinds as our bodies slammed together milked me and pleasured me even better.

  “I love this cock,” she said breathily, “Your cock,” she said almost warmly.

  Fuck.

  I pulled out, tossed her over onto her back, and dove back in. I claimed her lips passionate as I pushed her legs into a split, and then started to pound her really hard. Her mouthwateringly huge and firm breasts bouncing wildly on my blonde nubile and barely legal goddess.

  When I broke it she turned her head.

  I said, “You don’t have to, but you’re safe with me. Always safe, with me, Kristen, and Mina. You can look in my eyes, if you want. I’ll never hurt you, even if you don’t fall for me, know you’re precious to me. We’ll take it one step at a time, and if you don’t want to start now, that’s fine too,” all while I continued to ravish her and pound her into blissful oblivion.

  My cock twitched hard when Kristen leaned between us and grabbed a tumultuously swaying breast with both hands and latched her lips onto Julia nipple and started to suck and lick. I guess she’d recovered from the overstimulation.

  When Julia’s pussy convulsed hard around me, I guessed Kristen just bit her mildly, given how sensitive those vast breasts were.

  Suddenly, warm and terrified, yet pleasure filled gray eyes were looking directly up into mine. So very vulnerable, obviously expecting to be hit or something, but also filled with hope, and as much affection as I’d ever seen from her.

  It was potent, intimate, and it made me explode inside of her.

  “Julia,” I roared breathlessly, as I started to unload deep inside of her heaven, completely lost in her eyes, and unafraid and unapologetic about my vulnerable state and affection.

  She looked up into my eyes in shocked fascination, as if completely bewildered that her being intimate could make me cum so fast or potently. Then her eyes widened as I buried it hard, and she followed me over the edge. Her head immediately turning away, as her eyes went glassy and vulnerable. Far too afraid to share the intimacy and vulnerability of the ultimate ecstasy with me, but it was a step in the right direction that she’d looked at all.

  Gave me hope she really would heal.

  As we came down, I kissed her languidly, gently, and sweetly, which had her breathy and doing it back to me. As if it was the very first time, she was kissing me with warm emotions for me, and not just lust for my pounding cock.

  Her eyes were wide again as we broke it, and she didn’t look away.

  I was tempted to cuddle her, but one step at a time, I didn’t want to overwhelm her either. So I rolled off and cuddled Kristen face to face instead, while I let Julia process what had just happened.

  I also felt like even talking about it would be the wrong decision to make, and put her on the spot when she obviously already felt overwhelmed. She would go to Mina, if she wished to talk about what just happened, I knew.

  So I addressed the other elephant in the room.

  “So, sweet, want to tell me just how controlling you want me to be? And what I should avoid?”

  Kristen blushed, “I don’t know. I’ll tell you if you go too far. I know you won’t abuse it, and you’re just doing it for me, so I won’t hold it against you if you step on a previously unknown pet peeve. This is new for me too, you know. I admire and love you, like no other before, I’ve never wanted a man to take charge of me before.”

  I snorted, “I’m also doing it because I think it’s hot as hell you want me to give you orders out of bed. But you’re right, it wouldn’t be fun at all if you hated it and it didn’t turn you on.”

  She smirked, and said “See,” in a smug tone that suggested I’d just proved her theorem.

  “I don’t suppose,” I said in a sly tone and ended at a pregnant pause. Knowing me and my perversions, and my brand of fetish so well, she got the point immediately.

  She giggled, “No, you still can’t fuck my ass.”

  I sighed in mock sadness, which made her giggle again.

  I patted said rounded ass and pulled her into a languid kiss.

  She moaned warmly, and then melted her body against mine so sweetly it drove me crazy.

  Then she pushed me onto my back, and then mounted me eagerly with a sexy breathy sigh of pleasure as I slid into her snug paradise to the hilt in one smooth movement. Still ridiculously tight for me, but more than ready to soften and take me in after the previous pounding.

  I said, “You need to dress more conservatively, as my woman for life and future mother of my children. The only ones that get to ogle your delicious cleavage and the full length of your long sexy legs are me, Mina, and Julia.”

  She gaped in shock, then her eyes absolutely smoldered with lust, as she started to work me over with the blissful pleasures of her tight massaging passage.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Damn, my cock definitely twitched at her calling me sir, and hard. She smirked too, as she couldn’t have possibly failed to notice.

  She giggled after a moment, “Do you think I dress like a slut?”

  I shook my head as I worked hard for her pleasure from below, and started to just short of maul her breasts, just like she liked it.

  “No, far from it, never that, my sweet. You’re clothes tastefully show off your sexy body, I just want you to be even more modest about it, leave more to mystery for the masses. While we’re on the subject of your wardrobe, more sexy lingerie wouldn’t go amiss, you can wear slutty lingerie under your modest dress. It will also remind you that your body belongs to me.”

  She rode me harder, “Yes, sir. I love your possessiveness, sir,” she giggled as I twitched up inside of her hard, “I see you like me calling you sir, sir.”

  I moaned, already on the damned edge, despite it being the third round.

  She said breathily, “Anything else you’d like me to do for you, sir?”

  “Never change, you’re perfect just the way you are.”

  She screamed out and came for me hard, and I couldn’t help but push up into her as my balls boiled, and I started to fill her with my cream. Her eyes were wide, adoring, overwhelmed with bliss, and so very loving in their vulnerability.

  Then we came down together.

  She took in a deep shuddering breath, “The clothes, if I’m perfect?”

  I shook my head, “I mean who you are as a person. What you wear, what you do as a career, even what you do for me, is just the trappings and details. You are mesmerizingly beautiful, my sweet. Your smile, your kindness, the way you brighten a room just by walking into it, and the way you go out of your way to make other’s days better. Clothes, cleaning, cooking, the sex, even following my orders, it’s all just trappings, and not why I love you beyond reason.

  “Dressing more conservatively for me is for my benefit, and for the masses of men out there who don’t get to look at what’s mine, but it has nothing at all to do with who you are at the core of you. The best person I ever met, and far too good for this world.”

  She sniffed, her eyes wide with disbelief, “No one’s ever said that to me before.”

  I tilted my head in question.

  She said, “Called me beautiful,” then blushed furiously.

  I caressed her admittedly cute face, “Then they weren’t looking right.”

  She snorted, “Blinded by love, obviously.”

  I shrugged, “Maybe, that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

  She laughed, and slid off of me to snuggle against me and claim my lips.

  “I really like rocking your world from on top, sir.”

  I grinned, “I noticed, and wholeheartedly approve.”

  She asked, “So, nothing else?”

  I shook my head, “Not right now, everything else you already do for me with love in your heart. I’m sure situational things will come up, like asking to get me coffee, but no other… shall we call them standing orders?”

  She giggled, “I’ll have to go shopping, but I have a few outfits that will do, for special occasions and such.”

  I nodded lightly in agreement.

  Julia said, “You guys are ridiculously cute, but my ass is feeling lonely and abandoned, and my pussy is being downright smug about it,” to remind us she was in the room, and I’d only taken one of her orgasmic fun spots so far that day.

  What’s a friend with benefits to do? Take care of that ass, of course.

  It was a stern duty, but… Yeah, sorry, laying it on far too thick, who was I kidding? I loved reaming her amazingly perfect bubbled ass, it was a work of art, so damned tight and naughty, and I got right on that.