I adore Dom!Cat and I've read all the ones on AO3 that are tagged, so I was wondering if you knew of any that weren't tagged that I might have missed?
Hi! I’m actually working on putting together a complete list of all fic that have a dom/sub dynamic (both Dom!Cat and Dom!Kara) so look for that in the near future. Did you also check the Sub!Kara tag? There are a couple that are tagged for one but not the other. Also some things are tagged dom/sub and bdsm. In this fandom I would also try searching for praise and collar.
Here are a couple that have the dynamic but aren’t tagged on AO3.
We have a guest by @rtarara Threesome fic with Lucy. Cat is definitely in control.
Transparency by @abcooper Kara is a good girl. Cat rewards her.
Who needs x-ray vision by @sultrysweet It’s labelled powerbottom!Cat but she is definitely in control. Virgin Kara and first time desk sex. Very hot.
With an open hand by @fictorium/ @damelola Kara’s steal stuff, Cat institutes spankings and strip searches.
Senses by @poppycartinelli Cat helps Kara focus with sex. As you do.
These are the only ones I’ve got right now but check back and I’ll try to have a better list soon.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is a Supercarp (Kara/Cat/Lena) fic.
So much thanks to @coop-writes for being my beta and talking through all the things with me <3
Excerpt:
Cat was lurking. It shouldn’t have been possible for someone of her social stature to go unnoticed, but her years as the Queen of All Media had done nothing to dampen the skills she had learned as an investigative reporter. She could lurk with the best of them, or rather, she was the best of them, because she was Cat Grant, and she would accept no less.
She had entered the venue through a side door, sticking to the shadows and making her way around the room until she found the perfect vantage point, and soon she was tucked away behind a decorative pillar and its accompanying plant. Cat loved the power that came with her usual presence, how people would scamper around her, how a snap of her fingers could render them either speechless or in tears, but there was no denying that there was a power in this as well. From here, she could look out at the hall at her leisure and with almost complete confidence that no one would spot her in turn—not unless they were specifically searching, and not unless they knew her well enough to guess that this was something she would do.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is a Supercarp (Kara/Cat/Lena) fic.
@coop-writes is amazing and has given me so much plotting/editing/everything else help on this fic. Coop- thank you for being epic and <3
Excerpt:
Kara’s fingers twisted together in her lap as she watched the street signs flash by, the car carrying her ever closer to her destination. They were going too fast and too slow at the same time, and she couldn’t correct one without giving credence to the other. She could try anyway, struggle to escape from this web of desire, but why would she, when all she really craved was surrender?
Half of her was already there, already savoring in the evening ahead, even as the other half was still back in her apartment, standing in front of the mirror and questioning. She wanted to be perfect, even if it was only a dream. She knew it was stupid, obsessing over what to wear, wanting to draw the notice of someone who would never be interested in her, but she couldn’t help herself. She had spent three hours trying on different outfits yesterday after work and another four this afternoon, and only her date showing up to collect her in person was preventing her from being late.
“Relax, Kara,” a hand landed on her own, halting her jittery movements, and when Kara glanced to the side she met Susan Vasquez’s calming gaze for a brief moment before the woman turned her attention back to the road. “You’re beautiful. Blue is a good color on you, and I’m sure whoever you’re so nervous about seeing tonight will think so as well.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is a Supercarp (Kara/Cat/Lena) fic.
So much thanks to @coop-writes for plotting help, edits, and for putting up with me making her read the same sentences over and over again each time I change one word. <3
Summary:
When Cat and Lena fell in love, they accepted that they would have to forgo certain desires in order to be together. For over five years they’ve been happy with that decision, but when Cat’s new assistant enters their lives, they can’t help but wonder if there’s another way.
Excerpt:
Lena lay on her side as she trailed her fingers down Cat’s back, admiring the way the thin veil of sweat caused Cat’s skin to glisten in the moonlight, highlighting the intricate pattern of red welts her nails had left across her wife’s body over the course of the evening. Her own body bore similar marks, a collection of scratches and bites whose sting—Lena knew from experience—would stay with her well into the following afternoon. It made her smile, as it always did, a mixture of sated jealousy and pride merged into one.
It was impossible not to feel jealousy when you were married to Cat Grant, not to see how other people looked at her at a regular basis. Cat was a vision at all times, magnificent in the way she wore power and exquisite in how she could make the world cater to her whims. Cat was the kind of person that you couldn’t help but want, and Cat was hers, just as much as she was Cat’s. That was where the pride came in, and Lena would feel the marks on her body tomorrow and remember that Cat had chosen her above so many others. She would also remember that Cat bore her own marks, that Cat had allowed Lena to mark her in turn. It was a balance they drew between themselves with unspoken agreement. They were both too similar, and Lena knew that the way she felt about Cat, the mingled jealousy and pride, it was how Cat felt about her as well.
Cat takes Kara to the opera... this is of course dom!cat/sub!kara because I can’t resist writing them that way.
My contribution to the Sin Bin Opera Battle, make sure you go read the others!
Thanks to @rtarara and @abcooper for comments/edits!
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Cat’s nails bit into the armrests of her chair as the aria started, the first notes sounding their delightful warning, the dark resonance of the cello already sending shivers down her spine even before the voice joined in. Three measures, she counted them out in her head, three measures and then…
“L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
que nul ne peut apprivoiser…”
The mezzo-soprano voice filled her ears as her eyes left the stage, drifting down to take in the sight of the girl at her feet, tucked against the side of Cat’s leg, her head resting lightly on Cat’s thigh. They were in Cat’s personal box, carefully picked to provide at once a full view of the stage, perfect acoustical resonance, and, most importantly, complete privacy. While Cat could see out, could see everything, no one could see in. Which meant that tonight, Kara was all hers. That tonight, right here, right now, Cat could do whatever she wanted with the girl, and Kara would let her.
Angst? How about evil Kara and Cat tries to reason with her?
I’ve gotten a couple of prompts from anonsthat are similar to this (evil Kara, red!k Kara, etc.) so this is for all ofyou! It’s mostly just an excuse for more collar!kink, but I did throw in a tadof praise!kink for good measure.
Also this isn’t actually that angsty.
Falling / Kneeling
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Cat groaned as she began to regainconsciousness, her senses slowly waking up and filtering through the haze ofconfusion and exhaustion that was currently clouding her mind. As her thoughtsfought to organize the physical information trickled in, making her aware ofthe cold, hard surface under her back, aware of the fact that she couldn’t hearthe customary sounds of the city traffic that somehow always managed to seepthrough the expensive soundproofing of her penthouse apartment, and, mostimportantly, aware of the fact that she could not feel the warmth of anotherperson pressed against her side.
And that, that last one, it settled over her,a discomfort more than anything those other sensations could cause, an unease becauseshe knew that that should be there, that person, even if other things were outof place.
There could be logical explanations for thefirst two, explanations as to why she wasn’t waking up in her own bed, why shewasn’t at home, but no matter where she was, the one thing that really didn’tmake sense was the fact that that girl hadn’t followed her, that that girlhadn’t curled into her, hadn’t sought her out. Yes, those other things could beexplained away, somehow, she was sure, but what couldn’t, what she absolutely knew was wrong with this situation, wasthe fact that she could not feel Kara in her arms. It was a presence that shehad grown used to over the last few months, a presence that had become sosecond nature that she could barely remember what it was like to wake upwithout the soft pressure of a head on her shoulder, of a hand splayed acrossher ribs, clutching at her shirt or dancing across her bare skin. She couldbarely remember what it was like to wake up with her own hand empty, and sheclosed her fingers reflexively, searchingly, wondering why she couldn’t feel thesoft strands of golden hair that should be held tightly, possessively in hergrasp.
Kara should be there, in Cat’s arms, and therealization that the girl wasn’t made Cat frown even as she still wasn’tthinking clearly enough to open her eyes. Kara should be there, so where was…
They had been heading home, leaving theoffice late when…
“Kara!”
The memory jarred her awake, removing thelast residual haze from her mind as her eyes shot open and she struggled to situp, knowledge of the events returning along with a flood of panic. She and Karahad left the office together, she remembered that now, they had climbed intothe back of Cat’s private car and Cat had already been threading their fingerstogether, already been applying a gentle tug to pull the girl towards her, when asoft hiss had distracted her, and a moment later she had realized that thesound was connected to the gas that was filling the chamber, enveloping the twoof them. Kara had reached for the door, reacting first, but when she had pushedagainst the metal frame nothing had happened, which was when Cat had noticed thegreenish tint in the air, the kryptonite that had been infused into the gas,the kryptonite that had made Kara just as weak, if not weaker, than Cat.
Cat remembered her fear as she had watched Karaslump over first, at hearing the girl cry out in pain, the kryptonite in herlungs doing more than just knocking her out, but then Cat too had been falling,succumbing to the drug, and now…
“Kara!” This time she called the name outloud, strength surging back into her limbs as she spotted the girl several feetaway, still unconscious, but not restrained. Crawling over to her, Cat pressedher hand against Kara’s cheek, her eyes skimming over the girl’s body, checkingand rechecking for signs of damage.
Nothing. Cat let out a soft, relieved sigh,that, at least, was something. The last effects of the inhaled kryptonite wouldbe fading soon, were already fading, if the way Kara turned her face into Cat’shand, her eyes scrunching as she wavered on the edge of consciousness, was tobe believed. And so Kara just had to wake up, just wake up and then they couldget out of here.
Wherever here was.
Looking around, not wanting to take her eyesoff the younger woman but needing to assess the predicament, Cat took in thestrange metal box, empty except for the lights across the ceiling, and, ofcourse, the two occupants held within. It didn’t seem that imposing, not whenshe knew that Kara could easily break out of something like this, but it also madeno sense that someone would go through the trouble of containing them, of usingkryptonite, and then not have a contingency plan.
Cat turned her attention back to Kara,scanning her again, looking for any sort of kryptonite restraint, and when shedidn’t see any she carefully pressed her nails into the soft skin of Kara’sarm, not wanting to hurt her, but needing to know if her powers were stillworking. Adding slightly more pressure Cat held her grip for a moment beforepulling back, watching for reddened skin, an indication that she had left amark. There was one, but it faded after only a moment, faded as the last of thekryptonite was filtered out of Kara’s system and her powers returned.
Kara’s eyes were just fluttering open, thegirl’s mouth moving to say Cat’s name, when another voice beat her to it.
“Cat, Supergirl, welcome! I’m so glad youcould join me today,” and suddenly one entire wall lit up, transforming intothe face of Maxwell Lord, his malevolent smile making Cat want to pull back andpush Kara behind her. Cat wanted to hide Kara away from that evil look, but ofcourse Kara was faster, the potential threat to Cat propelling her into action,and instead Cat found that she was the one who was shoved back, Kara stumblingto her feet and shielding the human from the man on the screen.
“Lord,” the word spilled from Kara’s lips,angry and dark, and even through Cat’s worry about everything else that wasgoing on that sound stuck in her mind, reverberating there because there was somethingtroublesome about it, something off about the way Kara had pronounced it, aninflection that tugged at Cat’s memories from an earlier time. It was a tonethat she thought she recognized, but Cat pushed the concern away for the momentand returned her attention to Maxwell Lord. Of course Kara would be angry rightnow, Cat was angry as well, there was nothing more to the matter than that.
“What are we doing here, Max? Surely yourealize what a mistake this is?” Cat found her own feet as she was speaking,not content to let Kara stand in front of her. It wasn’t like the man wasactually here, anyway, and she very much doubted that there was a physicalthreat from the screen.
“Oh, you think it’s a mistake, do you? Don’tworry, little kitten, you won’t have to think for much longer,” at his wordsKara let out an uncharacteristic growl, earning a concerned glance from Cat,the sound once again settling uncomfortably in her ears, even as it also drew anamused look from Lord.
“There, you see? It’s starting to workalready! A little more time and this will all be over.”
Cat reached out and placed a restraining handon Kara’s arm as the girl started to shift her weight forward, not liking theway Kara’s stance was changing from protective to threatening, but the girlshrugged it away, yanking her arm with enough force to send Cat stumbling. Catlet out a confused yelp, more from the surprise at Kara’s action, at Kara doingsomething without considering how her movement might endanger Cat, than anythingelse, and at the noise Kara spun around, catching her before she could fall,and Kara’s own eyes widened with equal shock and confusion as she realized whatshe had done.
“Cat, I’m sorry, I…” and then a look ofhorror crossed Kara’s face and she dropped her hands away from Cat’s body,backing up so fast that she crashed into the wall with enough force to break itopen.
Or enough force that it should have brokenopen, but instead the wall flashed green, just for an instant, just in themoment of contact, and Kara cried out instead, falling to the ground as sheactually felt the pain of the impact. Cat took a step forward, Lord almostforgotten in the face of Kara’s hurt, but the girl held out herhand to stop her.
“No Cat, don’t come near me!” And the fear inKara’s voice was so real, so raw, that Cat found herself stopping, even thoughall of her instincts were screaming at her to move to Kara’s side.
And then Lord’s laughter was echoing throughthe chamber. “You see? You won’t be getting out of here on your own. Every inchof this cell is monitored, and the moment you try to hit your way out, or if tryto useyour lasers or freeze breath on the walls or ceiling, the kryptonite willactivate and you’ll lose all your force. There’s a layer of kryptonite underthe floor as well, it’s a few inches down so that you can stand without feeling the effects,but you won’t get out that way, either. But don’t worry, as long as you’re nottrying to escape you’ll be at full power, and if your lasers are pointed atCat, well…”
“No,” Kara was trembling now, Cat could seethat, but she didn’t really understand. They were trapped, obviously, and sosome concern was to be expected, but Kara had battled looming aliens capable ofdoing so much harm, had thrown herself into space to save them all once, and sothis reaction, this extreme of a reaction, from just being trapped in a metalbox, it didn’t make sense. It didn’t, until Cat started to move again,started to take another step towards the girl and something flashed acrossKara’s skin.
Red.
There was brief moment where the colorilluminated Kara’s features, red veins standing out in stark contrast to herpale face and Cat finally understood. Cat realized what Kara had figured out in that moment when she had pushed Cat away, and suddenly this, Kara’s behavior, it didmade sense, for all that Cat wished that it didn’t. Kara wasn’t scared becausethey were trapped, she wasn’t even scared because Cat was at risk from Lord,no, what was really causing this fear, this terror, even, was the fact that Catwas in here. The fact that Cat was in here with her.
Kara was terrified because she was losingcontrol, and Cat was the only one here for her to hurt.
“Just a little something left over from thelast time, the red kryptonite should be taking full effect in the next fewminutes, and I think we all know what will happen then. I saved it for this,you know, I saved it so that I could use it again after those other Kryptonianswere defeated. We needed Supergirl then, we couldn’t have beaten themwithout her, but now that they’re gone she’s just another threat, just anotheralien, and it’s time to fix that.”
Cat wanted to ignore him, wanted to find someway of reassuring Kara, but she couldn’t because her heart hadstarted racing with fear, fear of Kara, fear of the woman who had thrown heroff of the balcony all those months ago, fear because if Kara hurt her now,again, Kara would never be able to get over it. Fear because Cat could takewhatever Kara threw at her, could forgive her, even if she killed her, butKara?
If Kara hurt her, killed her, the girl wouldnever survive.
“Everyone forgave what happened last timebecause no one really got hurt, but if Supergirl destroys the Queen of AllMedia now? Even under the influence of a drug that won’t be enough of anexcuse. It will be a one-way ticket to Cadmus and then it’s only a matter oftime before the world turns on Superman next, their fear of her spreading tohim. And after that, after that the Earth will finally be safe, all thanks tome.”
His logic made no sense, or it did makesense, but in a twisted sort of way, a way that was very Max, and that Cat knew that she wouldn’t be able to change, not inwhatever brief period of time was left to them. And so she couldn’t reason with himright now, but maybe if she could threaten him, maybe if she could convince himthat this wasn’t worth the risk to his own person…
“You won’t get away with this, Max! The DEO-”
“Ah, yes, the DEO,” Lord cut Cat off, “I’llsit in one of their cells for a couple of days, but eventually they’ll let meout. Without Supergirl I’m the best defense this city has, and once Superman isgone as well, well, then they’ll need me and my technology to continue wherethose two left off. It will be better that way, you can see that, can’t you,Cat? It will be better for the Earth to be protected by humans instead ofaliens,” he laughed again and Cat’s hands balled into fists at her sides. “TheDEO has locked me up before, but it never lasts. They’ll be picking me up in afew minutes, but you two, it will take them several hours to find you, and I’mbetting that by then it will be too late.”
“Let Cat out, please! I’ll do whatever youwant, I’ll let you lock me up, I won’t fight you, anything! Please, please justlet Cat go!” Kara was huddled against the wall, pressing herself into thesurface to keep as far away from Cat as possible, and Cat could see the greenkryptonite starting to react. Not enough to really sicken the girl, but enough to keep her from breaking out.
Lord only smiled wider and Cat’s stomachchurned as she realized that he was enjoying Kara’s pleas, enjoying hearingKara beg. Her hands clenched harder and she noticed absently that she hadbroken her own skin, blood pooling in her fists, it was going to ruin her clothesbut she didn’t care. Kara was only supposed to beg for her, and this, what Lord was doing to Kara, it was unacceptable, even moreso than anything Kara might do to her. It was unacceptable because Kara was hers, and, despiteeverything else that was going on, the thought of Kara bending to anyone buther could not be allowed to pass.
Part of her thought that was funny, thisreaction, funny that even at the threat of her own life she cared more aboutwhat this would do, was doing, to Kara, but it was a humor that couldn’tcompete against her anger, and Cat’s lips drew back in a snarl. She was just about to speak again when Lord’ssmile faltered and he looked to the side, obviously distracted by something offcamera.
“Well that was quick,” he muttered, beforeretuning his attention to his prisoners, “it seems that the DEO has arrived fasterthan I expected, so for now I’ll have to sign off. Kara, dear, I look forwardto seeing you again in the near future, and Cat, well, what can I say? Thankyou for your sacrifice. It’s been fun,” and with that the screen when dark andthe only sound left to Cat was her own heavy breathing and pounding heart.
“Kara…”
“Stay back!” And then Kara was moving,pulling herself away from the wall, but only for a moment. In the next instantshe was slamming herself against it again, stumbling back, only to rush forwardanother time.
“Kara!” Cat called again but the girl ignoredher, throwing herself against the wall again and Cat flinched when she heard thestifled gasp of pain.
“Kara, stop!” But Kara wasn’t listening, andwith the next attempt she altered her position, crashing not just her body, buther head into the wall as well.
“She’snot trying to escape,” Cat realized, “she’s trying to hurt herself, trying to cause herself enough damagethat she won’t heal in time!”
It wouldn’t work, of course not, Lord wouldhave carefully calculated how much kryptonite was needed for the wall toprevent any damage from lasting more than a few seconds, but that wouldn’t stopKara from trying, even if all she was doing was causing herself physical,non-lasting pain with her frantic efforts.
Cat did move forward then, slipping into thespace between the wall and Kara just in time to stop the girl from another attempt.Kara slid to a halt, her hands reaching out to brace herself on either side ofCat, just barely avoiding a full on collision, and before Kara could back awayagain, could throw herself against the opposite wall, Cat reached out. Thefingers of her right hand twisted into Kara’s hair, tight enough that if thegirl wanted to pull away she would have to wrench herself back, not harmingherself, but possibly hurting Cat.
“Let go, Cat, please, get away,” but therewas no force behind the words, only desperate, pleading fear, and Cat let herother hand come up to rest on Kara’s chest, feeling the tremors that wererunning through the girl’s body.
Ignoring Kara’s words and the expression onher face, an expression that even now was hardening into something darker, Catgave her a gentle shove, pushing her back and stepping forward at the sametime to maneuver them into the center of the room. She knew her heart was stillracing, that she was still afraid, and that Kara could tell, but she also knewthat it was her turn. Kara had saved her so many times, and this, right now,this was finally her chance to save Kara.
“Don’t move,” a command, a tone that Kara wasso used to following, a tone that Cat had to have faith that she would continue tofollow. Cat paused for a second, locking eyes with Kara and waiting for thesmall nod, the one that told her that Kara would obey, at least for now, before sheuntangled her hand from Kara’s hair and moved to the accessory that hung lowacross her hips. She was glad she had worn this outfit today, the dress had athin, black leather belt that was more fashionable that useful, but now, now itwas going to be useful. Now it wasgoing to help Cat save both her life, and Kara’s. Or at least, that was whatshe hoped.
Pulling it off she measured it out, knowinghow long it would have to be, before holding it up and indicating a specificspot to the girl.
“Rip,” another command, from now oneverything was going to have to be a command if they wanted to get out of thisin one piece. Kara did as she was told, tearing the leather in the precise spotthat Cat had specified, even as face was still awash with anxiety and fear.
“Cat…”
“No, this will work, Kara,” and then Cat was discardingthe excess material, tossing it aside without a second thought and moving totighten the shortened belt around Kara’s neck, unable to stop her small smileof satisfaction when Kara bent her head obediently, tilting her neck to giveCat better access. Cat took some pleasure in that, pleasure in the fact thateven now, even in this situation, Kara was still giving in, still trusting her,still submitting to her will.
Cat struggled with the clasp slightly, havingto force a new hole in the material to secure the belt in place, but shewouldn’t ask Kara for additional help, not at this point. She always had to bethe one to put the collar on the girl, it was part of the ritual, part of herassuming complete command, and now, more than ever, she needed that control tobe clear. A second later the material tore and she pulled the collar snug. Itwasn’t their collar, not the one Cat had had specially made for Kara, not the onewith Cat’s initials engraved on a small metal pendent that hung in the centerof Kara’s throat, but it would have to do.
Cat ran her hands across the leather,straightening it until she was pleased with how it looked, noticing how Kara hadstarted to relax when she felt the tight fit around her neck, her trust andacceptance of Cat calming her down. Good, that was what Cat had been looking for,but it wasn’t enough, not quite. Yes, Kara had relaxed, but not enough, and asshe opened her mouth again to argue Cat placed a finger across those lips,stopping the protest.
“No, Kara, you know the rules,” she tried tosound assured, confident that this would indeed work. She had to stay confidentbecause that was part of it as well, part of her control, and this was their bestchance and so she had to believe that it would be enough.
Another flash of red passed over Kara’s skinand Cat felt her heart skip as Kara grit her teeth, as Kara’s body tensed again,but then, just as Cat had hoped, the girl bit back her remark and sank to herknees. She hovered like that for a moment, watching Cat intently, beforelowering herself back, sitting on her heels and laying her palms flat againsther thighs, waiting, just like Cat had taught her so long ago.
“Good girl,” Cat whispered, running her handover Kara’s cheek, taking heart from the way the girl’s face lit up at thepraise, before taking a step back and shifting herself to a position of power,standing several feet away where she could look down at Kara easily, but whereshe was still close enough that Kara would have to crane her neck to see all ofCat.
Taking a deep breath, her first real breathsince she had woken up here, Cat was careful to keep her face schooled in acontrolled calm as she considered what to do next. They had a few minutesbefore the full effects of the red kryptonite took over, she knew, and she hadto use that time to consider how best to proceed. In any other situation Catwouldn’t have to say anything after putting the collar around Kara neck, theestablished rules would have assured her of that, rules that dictated that oncethe collar was in place Kara wouldn’t move or speak until given permission. Butthis was far from a normal situation.
“Afew hours,” Cat thought, just a few hours before the DEOwould find them, would give Kara the antidote. A few hours was nothing. She hadleft Kara like this before, kneeling and waiting for her, sometimes ignoringher completely and even leaving the apartment, testing to see how long the girlwould stay. And Kara had always stayed, always remained unmoving, compliant. Othertimes Cat had pleasured herself in front of Kara, torturing her by makingher wait, silent and wanting, pushing Kara to her limits for an endless amountof time before finally allowing the younger woman to come to her, to crawl to her,before guiding Kara’s face between her legs, taking whatever personal enjoymentshe wanted from her first, before finally, after she was satisfied, finally movingin to touch Kara in return.
And Kara had taken that, reveled in it, beenstrengthened by it, and so a few hours? They could handle that. Kara was hers,and obeying Cat, submitting to her, it was something that was ingrained intothe girl. Red kryptonite might alter Kara, but it couldn’t create somethingnew, it could only build on whatever small shreds of darkness lurked in anymortal heart. It could only build on want, and what Kara wanted, when it cameto Cat, what Kara wanted was to find someone stronger than herself, findsomeone with more power. Even last time, when Kara had thrown her off of thebalcony, even that hadn’t been about hurting Cat, not really. It had been aboutdisplaying that power, it had been a challenge to show Cat just how strong Karareally was, a gauge so that Cat would know how much of her own power she wouldhave to apply to claim Kara for herself.
But Lord didn’t know that. Lord didn’trealize the full extent of their relationship, didn’t realize what it was thatKara really wanted, what she needed, and it was a need that Lord hadn’tfactored into his calculations of how long it would take before Kara killedCat. Which was why this would work, the collar. It would work because as longas Cat could keep her control, could show that she was in charge, even if itwasn’t because she was physically stronger, as long as Cat could do that evenred kryptonite Kara would bow to her. But Cat still had to be careful.
“You’re allowed to speak,” she said finally,breaking the silence, meeting that steady gaze, a gaze that had shifted whileshe had been thinking, moving from scared to something else. It wasn’t thereyet, not fully, there was still a hint of her soft Kara underneath, but it wasfading, which was why she had to allow the girl to talk. She did, because noisewas the easiest rule to break. Even under normal circumstances Kara couldn’talways hold herself back, and sometimes Cat would catch a moan or a whimper beforeshe had given the girl leave to make a sound, especially when Kara knew thatCat was nearby.
And so she had to allow Kara to speak becausethis Kara would want to test her, test to see if Cat was worthy of thiscontrol, but she couldn’t do that without either moving or speaking, andspeaking was less dangerous. If Cat didn’t allow it, this Kara might last for alittle while, but not for a few hours, and eventually she would break thatrule, eventually she would start talking, and once she broke the first rule, onceshe saw that Cat couldn’t do anything about it, it would be so easy for her tobreak the next.
Once Kara broke one rule and Cat didn’t stopher, the red kryptonite in her system would tell her that Cat wasn’t worthy of possessingher in this way, and it would demand retribution. But by cutting that offbefore it had a chance to happen, by giving Kara permission to speak now, itwould buy them a little more time, time that would be further extended becauseCat knew that Kara would still fight to keep Cat safe with everything that shehad. Whatever was left of the real Kara behind the drug would hold out for along as possible, whatever was left would push for even more time, stayingquiet and still despite the permission that she had been granted.
And Kara did fight, she did hold the drug incheck, and it was almost an hour before Kara finally took her up on that permission.It was an hour where Cat was forced to watch the last of the brightness fadefrom Kara’s face, watch as those eyes turned cruel and calculating, watch asthe head tilted to the side, just slightly, not enough to be considered a realmovement, small shifts like that were allowed, but enough to make the dark,considering look on the girl’s face clear. And when Kara finally spoke it wasin a voice Cat had never heard before, not even the last time she had beenaffected by the substance.
“Don’t you want to play with me, Cat?” It wasteasing, not the normal tone Kara would use when she was having fun, but a tonethat had a seductive, suggestive edge, and despite herself, Cat felt a jolt of desirecoil low in her abdomen. “I know you like me like this, on my knees, waitingfor you, but wouldn’t you like it better if you could feel your control, and notjust see it?”
Cat kept her face carefully blank, trying notto show any hint of what that voice was doing to her, of how it was wrappingaround her, seeping into her skin. She had thought about this sometimes, neverwhen they were together, but sometimes when she was alone she had thought aboutthe Kara that she had seen in the office that week. She had thought about theKara that had ridden her personal elevator without permission, that had stalkedaround the office like a primal being, and even though it wasn’t a version ofKara, or anyone, really, that Cat would want for something real, there was nodenying the attraction of a Kara that was fully aware of her power, theattraction of a dark Kara like this.
It wasn’t anything Cat would want longterm, but for a night? For a few hours? Yes, she had thought about it, thoughtabout how it would make her feel to see thatKara submit to her, to feel that Karagive in.
“You know I won’t touch you, that I wouldnever touch you like that without permission, even now, especially now, becauseit wouldn’t do anything for me,” the tone was trying to be reassuring, but itwas failing, still coming off as more suggestive. Even so it served itspurpose, showing the continued submission.
And that was the purpose, to highlight thepower dynamic, it was because both of them were well aware of the fact thatKara didn’t pose a threat to Cat, not in that way at least. It was why Cathadn’t even had the slightest hesitation before putting the collar on thisKara, why she hadn’t worried about turning the situation sexual. She didn’tneed to worry because of the exact reason Kara had just given. Kara might hurtCat if she decided Cat wasn’t worthy of possessing her, might kill Cat, but shewouldn’t even think about touching Cat in another way. She wouldn’t because itwould mean nothing to her, it would just be a waste of time, and this Karadid not want to spend time doing anything that didn’t play to her own, personaldesires. And so no, Cat wasn’t worried, but Kara wasn’t done.
“I won’t touch you, but you can touch me, youcan take me, Cat, don’t you want to?” Kara tilted her head back as she spoke,her smirk widening when Cat couldn’t keep her gaze from lingering on theexposed neck, on the makeshift collar, and with the movement Cat started to realizethe full extent of what she had done. Because yes, she had thought about this, but onlyin the abstract, it was never something that she had ever expected toencounter, and just thinking about this Kara giving into her was one thing, butseeing it? Experiencing it? That was something different.
She hadn’t worried about Kara touching her,but this situation? This was a Kara infinitely more dark and desperate that hernormal Kara, and yet somehow, it was a Kara that was still on her knees, thatwas still wearing a collar around her neck, was still willing to submit, atleast for the moment. Whatever she had imagined in the past, it couldnever havehoped to come close to this reality, and however much she mighthate this situation, however much she didn’t actually want this Kara, some partof her was basking in the revelation, in the feeling, the visual of this Karakneeling before her.
Kara was still grinning at her, the girl’stongue darting out to wet her lips, and in response Cat suppressed a shiver,struggling not to engage.
“Don’t you want to tie my hands behind myback, Cat? Shove me forward, press me into the ground and make me beg? Don’tyou want to see how far you can push me, test how strong your power over mereally is?”
Cat forced herself to remain silent and cold,counting her breaths to distract herself from the girl at her feet.
“You know you can do anything you want to meright now, Cat, don’t you want to play?” Kara bit her lip as she finished, and that, the flash of teeth, it was so inviting that Cat foundherself starting to speak before she could remember to hold back.
“I can always do anything I want to you, Kiera,” Cat stressed the wrong name, stilltrying to keeping her voice commanding and assured, even as she broke herresolve to remain distant. And it was a mistake, speaking, she should haveremained silent, because the way Kara was looking at her now, the hungry glintin her eyes? It was drawing Cat in.
“But I don’t think that’s quite true, is it? Youhold yourself back, don’t you? I can tell. You don’t think I can take it, takeeverything that you are, and you’re afraid to push,” that surprised Cat, shehadn’t realized that Kara had known. But it was true, she did temper herself, somewhat.She allowed herself more with Kara than she ever had with anyone else, knowingthat physically the girl could take it, but she held herself back because shewas scared of destroying the girl, of what she would do to her if she letherself be completely free with Kara, if she let herself love the girl unhinderedand without restraint.
“I think you’re afraid of yourself, Cat,afraid of what you might do to me, what you might turn me into. But right nowthere’s nothing you can do to me that would twist me any further, nothing youcould do that would make me any darker than I already am. Right now you really can do anything you want to me withoutrepercussions, anything at all, don’t you want that?”
Cat felt an ache at those words, the swell ofdesire that she didn’t want to feel, not now, not in this moment. She tried topush it away again, because how could she want this? How could she want a Karathat was already twisted into the worst form of herself?
She knew how. She did, because this was aKara that Cat couldn’t hurt, couldn’t damage. If this Kara was without herlight, it wasn’t because of anything Cat had done, it wasn’t something that Catwould have to take responsibility for. Which was why this Kara was soappealing, because this was a Kara that she could take without worry, a Karashe could take without giving all of herself in return. As wrong as it sounded,this was a Kara that was safe.
Her heart clenched at the realization, buteven as she felt shame at her thoughts, she also felt something else, somethingthat she hadn’t considered before, each time she had pictured the dark Kara inthe past. Because what she had just been thinking, it made her contemplate the difference between a Kara that surrendered to her alone, vs. a Kara thathad been broken by something else, by this foreign substance. And while therewas something reassuring about the knowledge that Cat couldn’t hurt this Kara,not really, something in the back of her mind was also whispering that it wasonly because this Kara wasn’t really hers, that this Kara was molded bysomething else, giving in to something else, something other than Cat. And Cat…well, Cat did not like to share.
“Don’t you want to fuck me, Cat?”
And that decided it, those words, becauseyes, yes she did. Yes, she did want to do all the things that Kara had suggestedand more. Yes, she did want to descend on the girl and take everything that shehad, but it wasn’t this Kara that she wanted, not really, no matter what heridle fantasies might have suggested.
Her Kara, the real one, her Kara was neverlike this, never asked Cat in such an inviting tone if she wanted to fuck her,never taunted her like that. It wasn’t that Kara would never speak those words,no, she would, if Cat prompted, but it would be different. Cat could make Karasay those things, but she would make Kara begthem, make Kara beg Cat to fuck her, and that was so very different.
It was different because Kara would alwaysblush, always look shy, even as she would also give in to Cat’s demands. It wasdifferent because even if hearing Kara speak like this, even if the thought ofKara displaying her power, of the darker Kara, even if that did something toCat, she didn’t really want it, not when she considered everything that went along with that change. No, some part of her did enjoy this, desire it, but shewanted to see this happen because shewas the one who had brought Kara here, because she was the one, the only one,that could pull out Kara’s desire to the point that it would consume her,consume them both. Cat didn’t want this Kara that taunted and teased of her ownvolition, without prompting, she didn’t, because Cat wanted the Kara that wouldgive in because of her, for her, and for her alone.
And then there was the fact that Cat knewthat this Kara was only acting like this, still kneeling, because of the real Kara, because that Kara belonged to her,because part of that ownership was bleeding through. This Kara was only stillhere because Cat’s control over the real Kara was so strong that it was enoughto make even this Kara consider that Cat might be worthy. Kara was only stillwaiting for Cat because Cat’s power over her was so unconditional, so complete,that even a drug that could turn her into a monster could never completely tearthat away.
And that, that was the real power. It was, becausethis Kara, there wasn’t any power in giving in to this one. This one would lether do anything, that was true, but so would the real one. And the differencewas, was that this Kara didn’t care, didn’t want all of Cat in return,and soshe wasn’t nearly strong enough to pull Cat in. Thereal Kara was stronger, much stronger, because the real Kara had the ability toclaim Cat just as thoroughly as Cat could claim her. Which was why taking thatKara, the real one, was so much more enthralling than anything this versioncould ever hope to offer.
Cat smiled then, feeling that realizationdraw around her, giving her strength as she looked down at the woman at herfeet.
“I am going to fuck you, Kara,” her voice wassure as she spoke, and Kara’s smile twisted further into triumph at her words,but the smile fell away as Cat kept speaking. “But not now. Later. Later whenwe’re home, when you’re yourself again,” a hiss cut her off as Kara’s facecontorted with anger.
Kara’s expression shifted so suddenly, that,seeing that look, Cat felt the last of the pull fade away. It was so clear now,looking at the rage in those eyes, the rage that had bubbled to the surface toeasily, it was so clear that this was just a shell, just a body, not a realchallenge at all. It was so clear that this Kara was too weak to give Cat anysort of true satisfaction.
“And why should I obey now, then? If you’renot going to give me what I want, when I want it?” Kara’s hands, which untilnow had been resting open on the girl’s thighs, balled into tight fists at herlast words, drawing Cat’s gaze. Taking a step forward Cat returned her eyes toKara’s face, her hand reaching down to grip the girl’s hair and yank her headback, slightly relieved that Kara still let her do that, even through herobvious anger.
“You’re going to sit there and do exactlywhat I tell you because it you don’t, you’ll never know what limits I’ve beensetting. You’re going to stay just like this until I tell you otherwise becauseif you don’t, you won’t get all of me, you won’t get to see me when I reallylet go. You’re going to submit to me now because you want to know all thethings I could do to you if I stop holding myself back,” Cat let her own darksmile play across her face, a promise of what was to come as she lifted herfoot and pressed down against one of Kara’s balled fists.
They looked at each other and Cat kept hergaze steady as she watched the emotions play across the girl’s face. Watchedthe rage fight with lust fight with need. Cat watched as this Kara, this Kara thatwas only want, fought within herself, and Cat watched as the strongest desire,the desire for Cat, won out. Cat watched as the force of her dominance, of hergrip on Kara’s hair, of the pressure of her foot against Kara’s hand, as that,to a Kara driven only by baser instincts, as that began to push back againstall of Kara’s other desires. Cat continued applying pressure until the girlunclasped her fingers and flattened her hand back against her thigh, and Catdidn’t need to look to know that the other hand had loosened as well, trustingin Kara’s surrender, but she didn’t pull away, the heel of her stilettocontinuing to dig sharply into Kara’s leg.
She didn’t pull back because Kara was stilltense under her hands, and Cat could still see that anger, still see the desireto hurt Cat fighting to take over, and so reaching down with her other hand sheclosed her fingers around the collar, giving a sharp tug and twisting it sothat it dug into the girl’s skin. A whine escaped from deep within Kara’sthroat at that, her eyes dilating and breath coming fast, and just as hadhappened when Cat had first put the collar around her neck, Kara’s body relaxedagain under the pressure, and just for a moment Cat caught a glimpse of thereal Kara in that gaze. Cat let out a small sound of approval at thatlook, her eyes glistening with pride because it was a look that told her thatyes, the real Kara truly was more powerful. She was, because that Kara couldstill surface even now, in response to Cat’s call.
“See?” she whispered, bending down so thather lips were barely brushing against the shell of the girl’s ear, “isn’t itbetter this way? Isn’t it better when you realize that you can’t taunt me intotouching you, that I’m stronger than you? Isn’t it better knowing that everysingle thing I do to you is deliberate? That I’ll only touch you when I decidethat I want to, when you know that you have my full, complete attention? Isn’tit better knowing that I don’t just want you because you’re there, becauseyou’re available, but that I want you because of who you are? Because of whatyou alone can do to me? Isn’t it better when you just accept that you’re mine,Kara? Isn’t it?”
Cat didn’t wait for a response, shoving thegirl slightly as she pulled away, not enough to knock her over, but enough to setthe boundaries back in place, and, turning her back dismissively, Cat movedaway, striding around Kara to stand at her back, feeling her own tension drainaway with a confidence, a complete and utter belief that Kara was indeed hers,and hers alone.
When the DEO arrived an hour later that washow they found them, Kara still kneeling, still waiting, and Cat standingbehind her, Cat still in complete control. And later, much later, after theyhad been assured that Lord was in custody, after tests had been run, and afterthey had finally been allowed to go home, then Cat had strapped the real collararound Kara’s neck.
“You were so good today, Kara, so very good,”she purred, running her hands down Kara’s sides. “You were so perfect, showingme just how strong your devotion really is, how obedient you can be.” She pulledKara into a kiss, claiming her briefly before moving back, shifting to stalkaround the girl, touching, tasting, whispering soft phrases to let Kara knowjust how truly pleased she was withher, just how much that had meant to her, how much Kara meant to her.
Cat took her time with this part, lingeringwith her words longer than she normally would, knowing that Kara really neededthat now, really needed to hear that Cat wasn’t upset with her, that Catforgave her, that actually, there was nothing to forgive. Cat took her time because she wasfinally going to stop holding herself back, because she was finallygoing to let herself fall into the girl, to offer up everything,and Cat took her time because this wasn’t just about her own pleasure, it hadnever been just about her own pleasure. Cat took her time because Kara wasshivering under her fingers, Kara was responding to her every touch, every word,and because Kara was looking at her like she was everything, and for Kara, Catwanted to be just that.
Cat took her time because for Kara, Catwanted to give everything and hold nothing back.
Her nails bit into Kara’s skin as shecontinued her movement, her praise, and her smile widened as she took in theresponse. This was normally the point where the girl wouldn’t be able to containherself, would she would cry out, despite the fact that it would be at least anotherfew minutes before Cat would give her permission to make any sound, but now…now Kara remained silent, straining with everything she had to obey.
Now Kara held herself completely bent toCat’s will because if Cat had been holding herself back, Kara had as well. Karahad been good, had offered up so much, but as long as Cat wasn’t willing tooffer everything of herself, Cat had never been able to push Kara to her limit,and so some part of the girl had always allowed for those small deviations. ButCat wasn’t setting limits, not anymore, and in return, there was no end to whatKara could give.
“So perfect,” Cat repeated, “and mine.”
And then Cat was pulling Kara towards her,pulling her in because it was time to stop waiting. She had the rest of thenight to make Kara beg, but right now, right now she was just going to takeher, right now she was going to fulfill the promise to offer all of herself, andright now she just going to let herself go and claim this beautiful girl in herarms.
These are all the fics/images I am aware of currently, but this list needs to be longer, so SuperTrashCo... get writing! (Also message me if you know of any others and I will add them to the list).
Fics by Other People:
Collared by @rtarara
Cat talking in her sleep by @tzilena
Love Note Pt. 2 by @endlesscrazyshows
A Place of My Own by Super Fae
Transparency by @abcooper
Fics by Me:
Before You Open Your Eyes
Carmen
Don’t Touch
Falling / Kneeling
Understanding Desire (mostly tattoo!kink but collar!kink makes a brief appearance)
Inspired because of all the tattoo posts that are going around, and because it’s been too long since I got my last tattoo and I want another one.
As a warning, the last section of this gets kind of weird, I don’t know what happened, but it got away from me.
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This was bad, this was so very bad, this was so…
It wasn’t Cat’s fault, this reaction, Cat could hardly be expected to know about the tattoo between her shoulder blades. Cat couldn’t be expected to know that the mark, printed with a special ink that reacted to touch, that the mark was more sensitive, more stimulating than other areas of Kara’s body.
Cat couldn’t know that the reason Kryptonians received these marks when they turned thirteen was because it had been so long since it had been normal to marry for love, and not power or political gain, so long since sex and want had been mixed into relationships, and so long since Kryptonians had actually been drawn to someone for any reason other than business, that as a species they had largely forgotten how to feel anything stronger for their partners than basic companionship.
Cat couldn’t know that these tattoos were designed to work around the established Kryptonian marriage system, to provide a way of identifying compatible matches in the hope that they could once again return to natural births. That, until Kal-El, there hadn’t been a natural birth on Krypton in generations, and that it was having a negative effect on their culture and society.
Cat couldn’t know that the ink in the tattoos was connected to a neural interface, reading the wearers brain chemistry, watching and learning how the wearer reacted to certain people, discovering what it was that fostered passion in each person.
Cat couldn’t know that without that mark, they wouldn’t realize, not without help. Years of genetic manipulating and coding had altered them, slightly, years of wanting to be able to marry off daughters and sons to make good political matches had led to a race of people who were genetically predisposition not to notice their own attraction, not to understand what their own sexual cravings were. And even though Kara had grown to maturity on Earth, even though she could see it all around her, see other people falling in love, see them exploring different sexual preferences, she herself was not immune to the genetic blindness. Kara was not immune to that inability to understand desire.
Cat couldn’t know that by touching Kara like this, she was triggering that reaction, triggering the neural interface to override the blocks in Kara’s mind, to override everything that had made her unaware of what she wanted, needed, even.
Cat couldn’t know that, because how could she know? How could she know that until this moment Kara had never felt anything like this before. Well, she must have felt it, in her own way, because if she hadn’t, if her body and mind hadn’t already been reacting to Cat, if Kara hadn’t already been responding to her, then she wouldn’t be responding now. She wouldn’t be struggling to keep her breath slow and even, to keep her hands from shaking. She wouldn’t be struggling to hold herself still as the slow brush of fingers across her mark sent heat spiraling through her body, awakening something in her, something she did not fully understand, but desperately did not want to give up.
Cat couldn’t know that for however long Kara had been reacting to her, that the neural interface in the ink had been searching for the person who was causing the change. Cat couldn’t know that by casually reaching down, leaning over the back of the chair where Kara was perched, by placing her hand on Kara’s back to steady herself as she used her other hand to point out something on the papers in Kara’s hand, that she was causing Kara to be aware of her desire for the very first time.
And Cat couldn’t know that, even through the fabric of Kara’s cardigan, the ink of the tattoo was recognizing who Cat was, paring her touch with the lights in Kara’s brain, and that, as a result, it was making it so that the slight shift of fingers, the gentle scrap of nails, the increased heat of Cat’s skin, all of that, all of that was seeping into Kara’s body, making her want to cry out, even as she fought to retain her composure.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want this reaction, far from it, because the ink didn’t just help recognize physical desire, no, it measured so much more than that. The ink was designed to tell a Kryptonian when an attraction was more than just physical, and to help them to understand what it was that they already felt. It was designed to make love possible for their race, again, and Kara wanted that, she wanted that so very much.
And she wanted that especially because it was coming from Cat Grant.
Somehow it didn’t surprise her that she wanted Cat, and the idea that this was the person she was drawn to, well, it was invigorating, enthralling. Kara didn’t need to fully understand it right now to know that she didn’t want to suppress the surge of wonder at that, at the knowledge that her type was a woman like Cat Grant. Wonder, because Cat was… was everything, and how could she possibly not want that?
And so Kara felt the pleasure of Cat’s fingers against her tattoo, but she also felt the added sensation, the added excitement, the relief that she finally had a place to start. This thing she was feeling, this desire, it was overwhelming, consuming, and yet, yet if it was inspired by this woman, how could she possibly ever want it to stop?
She didn’t. But Cat, there was no way Cat would want someone like her, the assistant. There was no way Cat would want…
And then Cat moved her fingers again and Kara mind went blank, her body shifting back, shuddering as she curled into that touch, into that warmth, pressing back until the contact felt more solid against her body.
“Kiera?”
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Cat remembered when this had all started.
She remembered the exact moment, the exact second she had reached out, absently straightening Kara’s collar, and at just that small movement a blush had risen to the girl’s cheeks. She remembered because if it had been just blush, she probably would have been fine. If it had been just that slight, adorable look, she would have been able to move on, to dismiss the reaction and continue looking at Kara as just her strange, but endearing (if infuriatingly so) assistant. She would have been able to brush it aside because it would have just been an innocent reaction, one she had seen countless times before, but not anything that called out to her, that drew her back. Not anything that could have inspired her current obsession.
And she was obsessed, now. That moment had settled in her mind, an image playing on repeat every time she closed her eyes when she was at home, alone in her bed late at night. It was an image that had seeped into her mind, settling into her body, igniting a flame every time she had looked at the girl since, every time she had seen something else, another hint that Kara was…
Because it hadn’t been just a blush. A blush was cute, yes, a blush spoke of something, an affection, but that was all. A blush by itself was without depth, it was without a dark, more hidden want, without craving or need. A blush on its own, especially on a face as young and open as Kara’s, it was just that, just a blush, something that could have been inspired by a million and one things.
But it hadn’t been inspired by a million things, it had only been inspired by the one. It had been inspired by the way Cat had reached for Kara, the way she had moved to touch the girl without asking permission, with such forthright control and expectation that Kara would let her, that it had almost been a claim. And so Kara hadn’t just reacted with innocence to the fact that she was receiving attention from Cat, no, she had reacted to the attitude, the power. Kara had reacted to Cat, and more than that, she had reacted to Cat being Cat, to Cat being exactly who she wanted to be, to Cat being someone who took command of everything and everyone, and in that particular situation, Kara had reacted to Cat taking command of her.
And Cat knew that that was what Kara had reacted to, specifically, because it hadn’t just been the blush, because there had been something else. There had been a hint of a soft tongue flicking out, the graze of teeth over slightly parted, inviting lips, and the shift of Kara’s eyes to Cat’s own mouth, a shift accompanied by a look of that something, barely there, but still, so very present to Cat’s appraising gaze.
It had been over quickly, but it had been enough. It had been enough because Cat’s eyes had been drawn to that movement, and suddenly, irreversibly, the innocent blush had become more, the flash of teeth holding a promise of what was waiting to be unlocked in the girl. The knowledge that there was something for Cat to discover, something that the girl might not even know about herself, yet, if the fact that Kara’s hadn’t even seemed to realize how she had reacted, was any indication.
Cat’s eyes had snapped up to Kara’s own, and she had seen it in those eyes, the fact that Kara hadn’t realized how she had reacted, hadn’t quite understood what it was that her body had done, how it had betrayed her. Kara hadn’t realized, but Cat had. Cat had realized she could have something, but in order to take it, she would have to be the one to reach for it, and drag it to the surface. Cat had realized that there was something in Kara that would respond to her, and that it was something that could be nurtured, broken, into the perfect form.
That… that was what had inspired her current need, inspired the nights she stayed up late, picturing that moment over and over again in her head, and picturing other moments as well, moments that could, and would, follow. It had inspired something in Cat that she hadn’t felt this strongly for a long time, if ever. It inspired something that she did not want to give up, but even so…
Even so she had considered holding back.
She had considered it because of so many reasons, considered it because just because she wanted the girl, that did not mean that she should take her. Just because she could take her, that did not mean that she had any right to reach for Kara, it did not mean… and so she had held back, for a day. She had held back until Winn had looked at Kara, and Kara had laughed, and Cat had realized that it was already too late because the idea, the thought, of holding herself back, of letting someone else have the girl? That was unconscionable, unforgivable, it was…
Cat Grant always took what she wanted, and it didn’t matter that she had only learned of her desire the day before, it didn’t matter because she could not look at Kara now without seeing that shadow lurking within her, without remembering that something in Kara’s eyes, without thinking about how Kara didn’t even understand it, about how Kara didn’t know. Cat could not look at Kara now without feeling that utter dread, the fear, that someone else like Cat would notice it first. That someone else would see it, and that someone else would be the one to harness that energy, to shape and mold it. It didn’t matter that it was still a new revelation to her, it didn’t matter, because once she knew what she wanted, she took it.
And what Cat wanted, was Kara.
And so she had started, little touches, subtle gestures that were increasing in frequency and level of contact. The straightening of Kara’s collar became a brush along her arm, which then became a grip on said arm, the tight winding of her fingers around Kara’s body, straddling the line between professional and personal. She danced along that line, restraining herself slightly because she wanted to savor this, savor the process of awakening Kara, of feeling her come alive under her touch. She wanted to watch as Kara became hers, almost before the girl even knew what was happening. Cat wanted to take Kara piece by piece until it came to that moment when the girl would finally realize what was going on, and then… then Cat wanted to watch as Kara realized that this was something that she wanted as well.
And it was working, Cat’s seduction. Kara had started to respond to her more openly, if just as unconsciously, and now, when Cat touched her, Kara would move into that touch, would shift her body to bend to Cat’s grip. Now Kara would instinctually move to stand just slightly closer to Cat than she ever had before, setting herself within easy grasp, making it possible for Cat to reach out and touch her, take her, at any moment. Now Kara would forget to fiddle with her glasses when she was nervous, and instead she would lean closer to Cat, and when Cat would offer a touch, Kara’s body would relax, the nervous energy fading away, Cat’s grip soothing her and calming her, invading her.
And now, now Kara would move just that much more quickly to follow orders, and the more Cat gave, while she was touching the girl, the more Kara’s eyes would dilate, the more she would squirm, and the more her want would settle around them, almost tangible, almost something Cat could taste. And Cat so very much wanted to taste that desire.
But she couldn’t, not yet. Cat was leading Kara, guiding her, awakening her, yes, but Kara still hadn’t noticed. And while at first that had been according to Cat’s plan, her own want was starting to become almost too strong, and holding herself back, it was turning into a constant battle between what she wanted, and what was right for Kara.
Cat had wanted to go slowly because she hadn’t wanted to scare the girl off, because she knew, knew, that this was what Kara needed, and Cat could not abide the thought that Kara would hurt herself by denying that need, that the girl would suppress those desires, would push them away when she realized them.
Cat went slowly because Kara needed her, Kara needed her to show her that this was ok, that it wasn’t wrong, that it didn’t have to be demeaning. Kara needed someone like Cat, but if Cat moved too fast, or let Kara go free, if Kara ran now the next person might not be so careful.
And that thought, that someone else would find Kara, would just take what they wanted instead of taking the time to bring out the realization slowly, that someone would just push the girl, overwhelm her without giving her time to think, to accept, that through terrified Cat. It made her want to lock Kara away from the world, to draw her close, protect her. It made her want to pull Kara towards her possessively, because Cat did care about her. Kara was special, someone to be cultivated, someone who deserved all the attention and time that Cat could offer.
And so Cat had forced herself to move slowly, her need to protect the girl holding her back. And she had been doing well, she had been going slowly, but still, still by now Kara should have realized something. How was it possible that Kara…?
And then it had happened.
Cat had noticed the change as soon as her hand had come into contact with the girl, she had noticed how Kara had stiffened slightly, how her breath had hitched and then evened out, deepened, almost as if the girl was forcing herself to breathe in a slow, methodical manner. As if Cat’s touch was making her have to concentrate, just to breathe normally.
Cat had noticed because suddenly she had found that her own breath was faltering, that she too was having to struggle. Cat had noticed because Kara had never done this before. When Kara’s breath had faltered in the past, under Cat’s fingers, the girl had never realized, never tried to hide or alter it, but now, now Kara was putting conscious thought into her reaction to Cat. Kara was thinking about how she was reacting, which meant that Kara was finally aware.
It meant that Kara finally knew that she wanted Cat, that she wanted the kind of attention that Cat could give, that Cat wanted to give. It meant that Kara was finally waking up, and Cat had been waiting for this for so long, that there was no way for her not to notice. No way for her not to realize, for her own self-control not to waver, not to flounder, now that her prize was finally within her reach.
But what had triggered this change? What had Cat done this time that was so different? At first Cat had thought that maybe it could be attributed to their relative positions, to the way she was towering over Kara, the way she was leaning forward, holding Kara in her power, and to be fair, that was probably part of it, but the rest?
She had started to move her finders lazily, almost absently, over Kara’s back, to trace the area between the girl’s shoulder blades with light touches, noticing how the longer she did, the more she could feel the tension coil in Kara’s body, the more energy she could feel build up as the girl sought to suppress her reaction. And then, then Cat had pressed just slightly harder, had dragged a single nail down the girl’s back, running her finger down that space, and Kara...
Kara had moving into her, pressing back, her fingers losing their grip on the papers and her head dropping beautifully, submissively. It hadn’t lasted, that that was mostly Cat’s fault because she had been so thrown by the sudden change, the sudden surrender, that for a moment she had panicked, had thought something might actually be wrong with the girl, and she had drawn her hand away, moving quickly to stand in front of Kara as she called her name.
Kara hadn’t responded right away, that first call had gone unanswered, which was when Cat had lifted Kara’s face in her hands, cupping the girl’s chin and pulling that gaze towards hers. That was when Cat had seen that Kara’s pupils were blown, that the color of her face could no longer be considered just a blush, no, a blush was too naïve, and what Cat saw instead could only be described as flushed, a soft glow, a gleam that betrayed the darker desire that lurked, the one Cat had been waiting to bring forth.
And there had been something else as well, an awe almost. Cat had been so worried that Kara would realize what her nature was, what it was that she needed, and she would run. Cat had been so afraid of that, but right now? Kara looked confused, slightly, she probably still didn’t understand entirely what it was that she wanted, but there was an excitement there as well. Cat looked into Kara’s eyes and saw not fear, but curiosity, a yearning to discover.
It was a look that Cat found herself responding to, a look that was pulling her in, as if she hadn’t already passed the point of no return long ago. It was a look that made her heart race because she wanted that, had been hoping for it. And seeing it, she had so badly wanted to lean down, to kiss that confusion away. She had so badly wanted Kara, but…
And then it had been over. She had called Kara’s name a second time, this time the name falling from her lips in surprise, with an almost predatory pride, a pride brought on by the sight of that expression on the girl’s face, at that lack of fear. And that second call had jolted Kara out of whatever trance she had been in.
Kara had stammered out her excuse, saying that she was tired, that the heat was getting to her, and Cat had pretended to accept it. Cat had let her go, but her mind had been reeling, and now, sitting here, watching Kara work at her desk in a flustered haze, Cat couldn’t keep the smirk off her face. She couldn’t keep the excitement, the anticipation, from welling in her chest and settling like liquid fire in her lower abdomen. She couldn’t keep her hand from twitching as she planned out what to do next, how to approach the girl, and when to act to fully draw out Kara’s need.
She didn’t know why that place, the hollow between the girl’s shoulder blades was special, why it had had such a strong effect, maybe it was something to do with Kara’s alien biology because yes, Cat did know who the girl was, she wasn’t an idiot, but whatever it was, Cat knew that she wanted to explore it more.
But she wasn’t going to push too fast, not yet, because Kara was still discovering, and because Kara needed to know that Cat wasn’t just interested in using her, that Cat wanted so much more from her. She wasn’t going to push because Kara probably hadn’t even realized that Cat actually wanted her back, yet, and she wasn’t going to push because Kara was almost there, almost ready, but not quite.
And so she would continue to hold herself back, but not as much as she had been before. She would continue to temper her own want, but she was still going to move forward with her slow, calculated seduction. Cat would continue to restrain herself, but now, now that she knew that Kara would be so very aware of everything that she was doing, now Cat could truly begin to draw Kara in.
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It was getting worse, harder to control, and Cat was going to notice soon, of that Kara was sure.
Cat was going to notice the way she shivered each time the woman came near, the way her breath faltered when Cat would look at her, when Cat’s gaze would linger on her in that way that seemed to be almost a claim, but that Kara knew was actually just Cat being Cat.
Cat was going to notice, and Kara could not have that, because Cat’s gaze, it didn’t mean the same thing to the older woman that it did to Kara. It didn’t, because this was Cat Grant, and of course Kara already belonged to her, of course she did, everything did. But the way Cat’s eyes would move over her body meant nothing more than simple possession, it didn’t mean that Cat wanted her the same way she wanted Cat. It didn’t mean that Cat wanted to push her down, to devour her, to command Kara to devour her.
It didn’t mean that, and so Kara had to control herself, because Cat was going to notice.
Except that no matter how hard she tried, Kara just could not stop herself. Not when Cat continued to rest her hand along Kara’s tattoo, not when her fingers would dance along the mark, short-circuiting Kara’s brain and making her want to cry out for the older woman. Cat was going to notice because she couldn’t control herself around Cat, because she wanted Cat to be the one in control, because she wanted Cat to be the one controlling her.
She knew that now, it had all fallen together so easily, after that afternoon. It had come together perfectly, simply, and where, if Kara had been human, she might have run from the realization, might have feared her own needs, well, she wasn’t human, and now that she knew what she wanted, now that she had felt desire, really felt it for the first time, she did not want it to stop. It was like a drug in her system and she wanted to let it roll over her, wanted to let to consume her, wanted…
She wanted to kneel before Cat, in that chair. She wanted Cat to look down at her, gaze hungry and powerful, she wanted Cat to run her fingers through Kara’s hair, to take hold, and to pull Kara to her. She wanted Cat to demand that she stay there, on her knees, face pressed between Cat’s thighs. She wanted Cat to use her, use her lips, her tongue, her body, she wanted Cat to take everything from her, take whatever she wanted, and then, only then, only if she did a good job, Kara wanted Cat to bend her over that desk. She wanted Cat to hold her down, to finish the job of making Kara hers as she ran her nails, her tongue, and god, her teeth, over the mark on Kara’s back.
She wanted to feel what it would be like, how strong the pull would be, when Cat was not only touching the tattoo without the barrier of clothes in between, but also taking complete command of her. She had been a little shocked, at first, when she had realized just what it was that she wanted, but the shock had soon faded and left only excitement behind, because how could she not want it? How? When what she felt when Cat looked at her, touched her, in such a way that her possession was clear, when that feeling was so very powerful? How, when nothing had ever made her feel more special, more valued, than seeing someone like Cat Grant look at her like she wanted her, like she was worth wanting, like she was worth claiming?
Even if Cat didn’t mean it in the same way, even if Cat just saw her as a valued assistant, even if there was nothing sexual in Cat’s gaze, how could Kara want anything else other than to continue to belong to that woman, in whatever way she would have her?
And so Kara had to fight to keep her responses in check, because she did not want Cat to stop. She did not want Cat to realize what she was doing to her, and to withdraw her gaze, her touch. She did not want Cat to comprehend just how far gone she really was, and to pull away. She did not want…
Kara shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She needed to focus. She could let her mind roam free later, when she was home, but right now, at work, she needed to keep herself in check.
Glancing at her watch she realized that it would be a little while longer before Cat got back from her meeting. She had some time, and an idea came into her head. She would just take a minute, just step out onto the balcony for a few seconds, just to calm herself down. She needed that, needed a moment to gather herself, and so, checking to make sure that no one was paying attention to her, Kara slipped out, pulling off her cardigan as she went so that she would be able to feel the breeze against her overheated skin, to feel the air against her body, providing a counterpoint to the sensations that she really wanted to experience.
She stood out there for several minutes, getting lost, and that, that was her downfall, because as she let the air play across her bare arms, as she adjusted her senses to block out everything except for the sensation of touch, as she focused all of her attention on just feeling her body, on cooling it down, she lost track of the time.
Kara didn’t notice when Cat returned from her meeting slightly early, didn’t notice Cat watching her, didn’t hear the way Cat’s heart rate sped up. She didn’t see it when Cat’s body language shifted, becoming, if possible, more confident, more possessive. She didn’t realize Cat was even there until the woman was already behind her, until Cat’s hand was already grazing her back, until she cried out because it was too late, because she was already too lost, and because she no longer had any desire to be anything else.
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It was perfect, the sight before her, perfect and Cat couldn’t help the way her breath stopped momentarily, the way her tongue darted out to lick at her lips. She had been slightly annoyed when she had come back early from her meeting to see Kara’s empty desk, but her annoyance had faded when she had crossed to her own desk and glanced to the side, her eyes falling across Kara, head tilted up towards the sun, cardigan missing, standing so still that Cat knew the girl was in her own world.
It was perfect because Cat had been right about Kara’s back. She still didn’t know why, and so her guess about the alien biology remained her predominant assumption, but she had seen how Kara reacted when she touched her there, how every time Kara would bend towards her, so easily, how each touch, each stroke, had made the girl hers by just that much more.
It was perfect, because right now, like this, Kara had no defense against Cat, and it was all too easy to cross to her, to take a moment to enjoy the sight of that vulnerability, to feel her own shiver of anticipation and she raised her hand, fingers hovering over the thin material covering Kara’s skin.
It was perfect, and Cat knew that this was the moment, because right now Kara was so open and inviting, and it was time to stop going so slow. She knew because Kara, like this, Kara was too beautiful for her to ignore.
And it was perfect because the moment her fingers closed the distance and touched Kara, in that moment Kara’s entire body went limp. The girl was still standing, yes, but her body gave itself over completely to Cat’s touch, reacting in a way that was instinctual, in a way that was driven not only by Kara’s desires, but also by the girl’s acceptance of them, by her own want of them.
That acceptance manifest in the air between then, appearing in the soft cry that escaped Kara’s lips, in the way the girl’s head turned, even as her body stayed where it was, waiting for direction from Cat. Kara’s head moved, just enough that the girl could look at her, could see her eyes to wait for an order, a command, just enough that Kara could read Cat’s face.
And in reward for that, for that willingness, for that openness, in response to that for the first time Cat let her own guard completely drop. For the first time she let her face shine openly with her own desire, possession, command. Up until now she had let Kara see the possession, let Kara see that she considered the girl to be hers, but she hadn’t given everything, hadn’t shown her just what that entailed, but now…
Now she held nothing back, using her free hand to turn Kara’s face towards her even more, to tilt the girl’s head back, enjoying the sensation of Kara so easily letting her direct her movement. She ran the fingers of her hand over Kara’s cheek, brushing across her lips, and then moved down to grace the girl’s neck, wrapping around, letting her touch linger and burn. She could already see it, the soft collar she would place there when they were alone, when it was just the two of them. She could see how the black leather would shift under every breath the girl took, she could imagine how Kara’s eyes would look, overwhelmed by need, when Cat would run her hands over that collar and take control. Cat could already picture that, had been picturing it for months, but now that it was so close, now that her hand was resting there, a placeholder until she could get something more permanent, it was impossible to keep anything about her intentions hidden any longer.
And then, finally, she saw it, saw the realization in Kara’s eyes, the understanding that Cat had been coming for her. The realization that Cat had been planning this, that all this time, Cat had been leading her here, leading her to this moment. And with that realization Cat also saw something else, a fierce pride blossoming on Kara’s face, a pride that made her own heart swell.
“Yes,” she wanted to tell the girl, “yes, be proud, be proud that I want you, that I’ve spent months looking at no one else but you, that I’ve spent months waiting for you to be ready. Be proud that I haven’t been able to look away, even for an instant. Be proud of what you are, of the power you have over me, the power no one else could even begin to hold.”
She wanted to tell the girl that, but she didn’t. She didn’t need to and now was not the time for speaking and so instead Cat curled the fingers of the hand that was against Kara’s back, and this time, as Cat’s nails dug in, hard enough to mark, if Kara had been human, this time Kara didn’t try to hold anything back either, and Cat felt a shiver run through Kara’s entire body, saw Kara’s mouth fall open, heard the soft, “please,” that fell from those lips.
And that was the last straw because suddenly it didn’t matter that it was the middle of the day, that someone could come into Cat’s office to look for her, that someone could glance out towards the balcony. It didn’t matter because Kara had asked her for something, and Cat felt her desire pull, felt herself give in, wanting to give in, wanting to show Kara that if Kara needed something from Cat, if she asked, if she begged, Cat would not deny her.
And so Cat moved her hand again, drawing a soft whimper from the girl when her fingers shifted higher, pulling away from that area of her back, but only for a moment. Only an instant because a second later Cat was grasping the zipper of Kara’s dress in her hand, and slowly, slowly, she began to pull it down, a single finger trailing along the newly exposed skin in its wake. She didn’t need to go far, and she held the eye contact until Kara cried out again, her body arching at the first brush of Cat’s finger against her bare skin. And as Kara moved against her, Cat couldn’t suppress her own gasp as her gaze fell across that mark.
The red ink of the tattoo stood out in stark contrast against the girl’s pale skin, the strange markings, the alien symbols, almost seeming to glow, no, they were glowing, Cat realized. She watched, mesmerized, as the ink began to radiate light around the point where her finger was touching the girl. She watched as she traced her finger along the pattern, watched as the glow followed her movement, and Cat felt the way Kara shivered against her, head falling back beautifully as Cat added a second finger, and then a third.
“Please,” it escaped from the girl again, and Cat realized Kara no longer had any residual control, and what’s more, she didn’t want to have any. This was more than just Cat’s touch, it was something else, that darker shadow of a need Cat had witnessed all those months ago, finally coming completely to the surface, no longer even hidden behind any false sense that it was just a one sided desire.
Cat could have kissed Kara then, could have pulled her face down, could have claimed those lips as she had wanted to do for so long, but instead, instead she lowered her mouth, pausing with her lips just shy of the mark on Kara’s back. She let her lips hover over the tattoo, kept them there as she took a step forward, pushing Kara until the girl was trapped, her stomach pressed into the ledge of the balcony, held in place by Cat’s firm grip.
Cat let her breath play over the ink as she pressed Kara down, forced the girl to bend, her hair falling around her face as Cat moved her hand from Kara’s neck, sinking it lower and maneuvering it between the ledge and Kara’s body. She withheld the contact of her lips against that skin until her hand found its place, resting low on Kara’s abdomen, until she could feel the muscles shift and contract as she pulled the girl flush against her.
And Cat held back one moment longer, pausing to take in the sensation of Kara so helplessly caught, before finally, finally she lowered her lips that last inch, pressing hot, searing kisses into Kara’s flesh. Cat took her time, tasting her, moving slowly in this as she had in everything else up until this point. She took her time exploring, nibbling and sucking. She took her time discovering how the different sensations would cause Kara to writhe against her, without thought, without any ability or will to resist. She explored how Kara’s voice would change, now whimpers, now soft cries, now deep moans. She explored how everything that she did brought Kara just that much higher. She explored all of that, and every time she knew the girl was close, she would pull back, shifting somewhere else and watching in fascination as the glow of the tattoo became brighter, almost blinding.
Cat continued on, continued until Kara was begging her, continued until Kara was whimpering her name, the word spoken with complete abandon, complete devotion, complete trust. And Cat continued until her own need, spurred on by feeling Kara like this, so lost in her, became too strong and Cat felt her own hips rock forward. Cat continued until she could no longer hold back, any longer, could no longer stop herself, and then she bit down, moving with Kara as the girl cried out one last time before coming undone around her, Cat riding her as her own desperate cry escaped.
And then, only then, as Kara continued to shudder, her body still coming down, did Cat reach for Kara’s hair, giving a hard tug to pull Kara’s face around towards her, kissing her lips to capture that last moan, the last echo of what had just happened. And when Cat pulled back, not stepping away, not letting go, but moving her head back to take in the sight of Kara spread out so gloriously before her, she noticed that the glow was gone, but what had been red ink had shifted, changing color to green, changing into a perfect reflection of Cat’s eyes.
Cat didn’t fully know what it meant yet, the significance of the tattoo, but she knew that somehow, whatever it was, it was hers now. She realized that, and that knowledge settled around her heart, wrapping around her mind and body as she understood something else. Cat understood that maybe it hadn’t just been Kara who had been awakened by all of this, that maybe it wasn’t just this young, beautiful woman who had needed Cat to guide her, that maybe…
That maybe Cat herself had never truly appreciated desire, until this moment. That Cat had never fully understood desire until this perfect moment where Kara was in her arms, where Kara was hers, and where the evidence of that was emblazoned across Kara’s skin with a tattoo that Cat knew would never fade.
