Randy Moore and Tilly McReese
Every superhero has a weakness-an Achilles’ heel that just takes the right trap, the right lure, and the right touch to unravel them. Supergirl never even saw it coming. One simple phone call and she was mine, caught in my web of persuasion before she even realized the game had started. For all her strength, for all her confidence, she never suspected how easy it would be to slip inside her mind and bend her will.
That’s how I, Randy Moore-better known to the world as Supergirl-ended up sprawled helpless across Tilly McReese’s couch, my body betraying me with every shiver and sigh. I can’t resist her commands. Her fingers drift over me like silk, her lips brushing teasingly against the most sensitive pulse points of my neck. Each caress pushes me higher, burning with the desperate need to break, to climax, to surrender completely. yet she never lets me fall.
Every time I’m about to lose control, she pulls away with a knowing smile, only to snap her fingers and drag me back into reality-flushed, aching, and unaware of how deep her influence runs. I stagger off, telling myself I’m still the heroine the world needs. But the truth gnaws at me: I’m already hers. Every whisper, every touch, every command lingers, leaving me powerless to resist.
Supergirl may still fly, but Tilly owns the strings.
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