"Weaknesses. We all have them. It's just a law of life. Doesn't mean we have to share them with the others." I hear my mother say in my mind, a memory from when I joined the Justice League. Amazonians don't share their weaknesses, let alone with men. But I want to share mine. I want to open up and let these people in. Let him in. Holy Hera, Bruce has puzzled over this for so long and he's the only one I trust enough to speak this to.
But I'm nervous, pacing the length of my plane as I sit in front of Wayne Manor. Pushing my dark hair out of my eyes, I exit the plane and walk to the front door. Alfred, dear heart that he is, seems to contain his shock well at seeing me. I follow him down the hall and up a flight of stairs as he stops to rap on the set of double doors to the left of the stairwell. "The Princess to see you, Master Wayne." Alfred says as the doors open. Bruce's sleepy blue eyes widen at the sight of me. I'm embarrassed, a blush climbing my cheeks. I haven't felt this shy since I first met Steve all those years ago. Alfred smiles as me softly as he walks off.
"Princess, come in. Is everything all right?" He reaches for a black tee off the floor, his grey plaid pajama pants covering his toned legs. "It's the middle of the night." I want to stop him from hiding his chest as he pulls the shirt over his head, but I don't. This is unexplored territory for me. "I came here to talk, if that's alright. I know it's late but I couldn't sleep and if I don't do it now I never will." I sit down on the edge of his large bed. Bruce sits next to me. His room is lighter than I expected. Shades of grey and white blend softly, creating a comforting feel to me. I expected solid black from the Dark Knight. "Princess? Diana, you can talk to me about anything." He clasps my hands in his. A shiver goes through me at his touch. "We've been friends long enough." Right. I can trust him. I feel it with every sense of my being. The white sundress I'm wearing doesn't stop me from shivering again. It's not the cold bothering me, I know it.
"I want to show you something." I start, not knowing how to word this. "Tie my wrists together, Bruce." "Princess-" he jumps up with shock, his hands pulling away from me. I cut him off from saying more. "Just do it, Bruce. Tie me up." My words come out as a command. He moves without another word to his bedside table and pulls a long cotton cord out of drawer. Black, of course. I laugh a little to myself. He works fast. I feel my power drain away, leaving me as strong as any other mortal woman.
"Okay, it's done, Diana. Now please tell me what this is all about!" His voice is strained, as is the front of his pants. I try not to stare. "My weakness. This is my weakness. Aphrodite's Law is that if my bracelets of submission are bound by a man I lose my powers and am like a mortal woman. I...I wanted to show you. I wanted to submit to you, Bruce. If you'll have me." There. It's off my chest and a relief. But how will he take this? Amazonians don't submit. Ever. And yet it's all I want. To submit to this man, the one friend I trust more than anyone else.
He growls and pushes me back on the bed, bound hands above my head. His blue eyes burn bright, bright like Apollo's chariot, bright like the sun off the waters of Paradise Island. "Princess. Diana. You don't know what you ask of me." His Batman growl comes out a little as he speaks, causing a shiver through me.
"Yes. I do. I submit to you, Bruce Wayne. Take me and make me yours." He pulls down the top of my dress, ripping the thin straps. The sound makes me moan. The feel of his mouth hot on my breast almost makes me scream.
"Goddess. You are a goddess." I can tell he means it as a compliment, not a statement. He lavishes such attention to me I almost feel like I could get off from his mouth alone. He pulls back, replacing his mouth with his hands as he kisses me deeply. Holy Hera, his mouth is wicked. I moan into him as he sucks on my tongue. Without stopping his assault on my mouth, he pulls up my skirt past my waist.
"No panties, Princess?" "
Amazonian women don't wear them."
He growls at my words and I gasp as he plunges his fingers in. He works quickly, bringing me to the brink. But I can't go over the edge, no matter how hard he tries.
"I need you inside me," I choke out. My hair's covering half my face, my wrists are starting to ache, and this is the best I've ever felt. Quickly he tosses his pants across the room and plunges in. His shirt is still on and I throw my bound hands around his neck and grasp the cotton between my fingers. He goes slow, infuriatingly slow. I try to raise my hips to make him speed up, but he pulls my hair.
"Princess, who do you think is in charge here? You submitted to me." I grit my teeth and hang on tighter. He starts to pick up the pace, bringing me closer to the edge.
"I swear to Hera, Bruce, if you slow back down I will end you when you untie me." He smiles this cocky smirk at me.
"Then you'll have to be tied to my bed forever then, Princess." But he still goes faster and I fall screaming over the edge. "God. Fuck, Diana!" He yells as he cums in me, and I can't help it-oh Goddess- I cum again and again-I'm screaming his name. After he pulls out, he tenderly unties my wrists and I feel my power return. I don't care, though. All I care about is lying on his chest and sleeping for a hundred years.