Your POV

“Can we talk about it, Ben?” you ask, hugging your knees to your chest. 

“Talk about what? That bit where you got your leg into that position?” he smirks, pulling some sweatpants up his legs. “Because that was something, doll, fuck…” he swans over to you, reaching down to cup your face in his hands as he tilts your head up to look at him. “Y’know, at first I wasn’t so sure about this… but I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun together now.”

You force a smile and nod your head, trying to push down all the uncertainty and anxiety, and forget about all the questions swimming around in your mind. You still haven’t gotten your head around the fact that you’re a supe now. You’ve assumed that giving you the compound V is what brought you back from the brink of death, but you can’t be so sure. Everyone – Ben included – seemed to think you were going to die, yet here you are better than ever, fully healed and feeling strong, even after your boyfriend stabbed you in the stomach. But you’d watched yourself heal, and that’s a lot to process. 

You watch Ben walk away, heading towards the bathroom and you take a deep breath. You have so many questions, and Ben could help answer almost all of them, you’re sure, but he’s not really wanted to talk about it in the few days you’ve been home. In fact, all he’s really wanted to do is fuck and make you bleed so he can lick it up. Your blood gets him high, that much you can tell from the way his mood shifts and the way he’s eager to keep tasting you. He’s always had a slight fascination with your blood, but now it’s being taken to a whole new level. Now your boyfriend purposefully cuts you open just to get what he can before your body heals itself back up like nothing ever happened. 

You consider for a moment reaching out to your parents, but given how the last time you saw them went, and the fact that you’re a supe now, you can’t imagine they’d want to talk to you, anyway. They haven’t reached out to you since then, and you’d made it very clear that you didn’t want to have anything to do with them until they accepted your relationship with Ben, so you can only assume they’ve not accepted it yet. 

Then you consider returning to Vought and finding someone who could talk you through what’s happening. Beyond healing yourself and being stronger and more durable, you don’t really know what you’re capable of. Except bending into positions you couldn’t before, and breaking furniture because Ben doesn’t have to hold back when he fucks you now. But maybe you can do something new that you’ve not discovered yet. Maybe you can fly or shoot lasers out of your eyes, or stretch body parts, or turn invisible. But as you sit there on the bed and try to make your fingers stretch or spark or disappear, nothing happens. You set your stare on an ornament further into the room and try to make it move or shatter but again, nothing happens. 

You can hear Soldier Boy humming to himself in the bathroom, and you wonder if you could make him do something. Maybe you have the ability to control people’s minds. But no matter how much you mentally tell him to come back into the bedroom and sit down so you can talk this out, he stays where he is, humming some Elvis song under his breath. 

You sigh heavily, and get up, reaching down for a robe to pull on. There’s got to be something you can do besides get another supe high. You tie the robe around yourself and set about trying to tidy up the bedsheets, hoping that Ben might be hungry for something other than sex for a change. Your stomach grumbles and you consider asking him if you can get a pizza from the place down the street. 

“Hey, I got an idea,” he announces, finally emerging from the bathroom. 

“Yeah?” you prompt, smiling softly towards him. 

“Why don’t we take a break from what we’re doing and change things up a bit,” he smirks, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

“Sounds good, I’m starving,” you smile, happy to be on the same page for once. 

Soldier Boy laughs, biting his bottom lip slightly and then nods his head.

“I’ve got just the thing for you to eat.” 

At the sound of a knock on the door, your stomach grumbles, and you hope he remembered to get your favourite pizza. You rush to answer it, but as soon as you answer the door, you’re faced with a petite blonde who definitely isn’t carrying pizza. She’s dressed in a skin tight black dress, her hair slightly curled and draped over one shoulder, and she looks straight at you and smirks slightly. 

“Hey,” she purrs, “are you gonna let me in?” 

You’re a little shocked as you step to one side and mindlessly let the girl in. She can’t be much older than you, you notice as she walks past you and starts to scan the place with her eyes. 

“There you are,” Ben announces, coming out from the bedroom to greet your new guest. “About fuckin’ time, we were gonna have to start without you.” 

The blonde giggles slightly at his words, and you frown, struggling to understand what’s going on. 

“She hasn’t got you a drink yet?” he asks, seeing the blonde is empty handed. “What the fuck are you doing, sweetheart?” he laughs slightly, looking at you. 

“I urm–” you cut yourself off. “Sorry.” 

“Make yourself comfortable, baby girl,” he tells her, and your stomach knots at the choice of pet name for her. 

You follow the supe over to the bar and clear your throat as you start to help him prepare the drinks. 

“What’s happening?” you ask, trying to sound casual. 

“What does it look like?” he scoffs, looking over at you and blinking. 

You’re quick to catch on, realising that this girl is just like the other girls Ben used to love to involve in your bedroom activities. 

“I thought… I thought we didn’t do that anymore,” you admit, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

You’d – naively it seems – assumed that now you were a supe that those kinds of games would stop. Involving someone else when you were a human felt different. You knew you weren’t enough to please him then. You knew you couldn’t handle him the way you can now. He needed more than just you to satisfy him. But since you’ve become more, you thought maybe he wouldn’t need other girls anymore. Maybe you could finally be enough. You can handle him better than before, you can take whatever it is that he wants to give you. He doesn’t have to hold back anymore. So why would he need someone else? Are you still not enough?

“And why wouldn’t we?” he asks, blinking at you. 

You realise you can’t blurt out your entire inner monologue wondering if you’re not enough for him, and you can’t ask him why he wants to involve other girls without seeming needy or pathetic. So instead, you force a smile to your lips and shrug. You try to distract him from your mistake and yourself from all the worries that are flooding your brain, and reach for the small pot of pills that Ben keeps at the bar, but you feel Ben reach for your hand and stop you from slipping one into the blonde’s drink. 

“I want her sober,” he tells you quietly. “I think this one might be fun to break.” 

His choice of words makes your stomach tense, but you continue to force a smile, and follow Ben over to the couch where the blonde is sitting. 

“Y/N, this is Katie,” he introduces. 

“Kathryn,” she corrects, but the supe doesn’t respond, instead just taking a long sip of his drink. “I wasn’t aware there were going to be two of you.” 

“Is that a fuckin’ problem?” Ben grunts out, staring the blonde down. 

Kathryn licks her lips and shakes her head instantly, forcing her own smile. “Of course not, double the fun,” she smirks, looking over at you. You force your own giggle and nod your head. 

“Alright, well what are we fucking waiting for? I’m not fuckin’ paying you to drink my scotch.” He takes the glass from Kathryn’s hand and you’re quick to down more of yours before he can take that too. “Take her into the bedroom, get her ready,” he orders you. 

You nod your understanding and start to lead the way down the hall, towards the bedroom, letting her in and showing her to the bed. 

“This is nice,” she comments a little awkwardly. “So urm… are you a supe too?” she asks, twirling some of her blonde hair around her finger. 

“Yeah,” you reply, smiling awkwardly. “Have you… fucked a supe before?” you ask, trying to make conversation. 

“No, this is my first,” she tells you nervously, biting her bottom lip. You just nod, suddenly feeling nervous for her. You remember back to your first few times with Ben, and wonder if he’ll go easier on her because he can take it out on you now, or if he’ll expect her to take it because it’s her job. “What are your powers?” Kathryn asks next, filling the awkward silence. 

“Oh well, we urm–” 

“What’s with all the chit chat? Why aren’t you two naked already?” Ben asks as he storms into the room. 

“We didn’t want to start without you,” you tell him, forcing a smile. 

“That’s fuckin’ cute,” he replies sarcastically, pushing his sweats down his legs. “But you know the fuckin’ drill, sweetheart. This isn’t your first rodeo.” 

“Of course,” you agree, nodding. You clear your throat and step up to Kathryn, knowing exactly what your boyfriend wants. “Just follow my lead.” 

The blonde nods, releasing her bottom lip from between her teeth and gives you an anxious smile. You try to go to your happy place, mentally blocking out all the thoughts that want to invade your mind whenever you do something like this. You’ve never loved this little game Ben likes to play, but he enjoys himself, and you just want to make him happy. Besides, it gets easier every time, because it gets a little less painful, so it’s easier to shut it off and ignore it. It’s a routine now – one you’ve perfected – and each time you go through the motions, it becomes a little more like second nature. 

You reach up and push the blonde curls back over Kathryn’s shoulder, giving your boyfriend the view he likes to have, and then press your lips to hers. She kisses back hesitantly at first, but you deepen the kiss regardless, and feel her follow your lead, your tongues starting to slip into each other’s mouths. You moan softly, making all the pretty noises Ben loves so much, and then start to feel around Kathryn’s body for the zip on her dress. As soon as you find it you begin to pull it down, loosening the item of clothing around her small frame, and then reach up to push it over her shoulders so it’s landing in a pool at her feet. Her underwear is matching red lace, and you break the kiss to spin her to face the supe front on, showing off your discovery to him. 

You watch him eye her appreciatively, and then unclasp her bra, giving him the view he wants of her small breasts. You tweak each nipple to harden it, and then let your hands roam over her soft skin, showing her off to your boyfriend who drinks from his flask and starts to jerk his cock as he sits and observes. The more he grows in his own palm, the more tense Kathryn seems to get, but you push the two of you through it, turning her around to face you once more. Her eyes slowly leave Ben’s cock and she looks back at you as you notice a glint in them that you recognise only too well; fear. 

You offer her a seductive smile and then drop to your knees at her feet, starting to kiss and nibble along her stomach, down to the red lace panties she’s still wearing. You mouth over her sex through the fabric, hearing her whimper ever so slightly under her breath, and then reach up to pull her panties down her legs. She steps out of them of her own accord, and you encourage her to stand with her legs just a little further apart, before you kiss her clit and then begin swiping your tongue through her slit. You’re careful to angle your head just right so Soldier Boy doesn’t miss anything, and Kathryn starts to squirm above you, whimpering a little louder than before. 

“This one’s gonna need extra work,” the supe notes, and you pull back to look over at your boyfriend before nodding your head softly in agreement. 

“Yes, sir,” you agree, encouraging Kathryn to sit down on the edge of the bed and lay back. 

You spread her legs wider, opening her pussy up more, and lean down to eat her out a little more fervently than you’d been able to before. Thanks to your new found strength, you find it incredibly easy to pin her hips to the bed and stop her from writhing too much, forcing her to take the way your tongue is gliding over her clit and dipping inside her tight opening. You can hear Soldier Boy moving, coming to stand at your side for a better view, and you reach up to ease a finger inside the blonde. 

“She’s tight,” you tell him, feeling resistance before you add a second finger. 

“Work her open, she’s going to take me,” your boyfriend insists. 

Kathryn sits up slightly, an awkward, breathy laugh bleeding through her lips. 

“I’m not sure about this,” she admits, biting her bottom lip anxiously again. “I thought I could handle it, but… I don’t think I’ll be able to do it.” Her eyes land on your boyfriend’s cock and then she looks at you almost pleadingly. “I’m really sorry. You don’t have to pay me.” 

Soldier Boy sighs, reaching up to wipe his hand over his face and then he laughs softly.

“Alright, plan B,” he tells you both, licking his lips and then looking straight at you like you’re supposed to know what ‘plan B’ is. “Sit on her face.” 

“Ben, she said she doesn’t want to do this anymore,” you remind him quietly. 

“So you’re not gonna sit on her fucking face?” he asks, clenching his jaw. 

You lick your own lips, feeling them getting dry and swallow hard. You don’t want to upset him, not when you have to live with the consequences. 

You get up to your feet, taking a deep breath, and Kathryn suddenly looks panicked, her eyes widening. 

“Wait, Y/N, please don’t,” she begs. 

“It’ll be fine,” you insist, mainly trying to convince yourself. You hate how easy it is for you to overpower her as you push her back down and then climb up the bed to straddle her face. You force a smile at your boyfriend, watching his smirk deepening. 

“That’s my girl,” he coos, making you feel just a little better. “Is she eating that cunt? Don’t want you missing out on the fun.” 

You wiggle your hips slightly, and Kathryn seems to jump into action, her tongue hesitantly starting to lick through your pussy, swirling around your clit. You moan softly, biting your bottom lip and exaggerating how good it feels just to cut the blonde a little slack. With your boyfriend now happy with the situation, and Kathryn pinned down and unable to move, you spread her legs for Ben, watching him chuckle softly to himself.

“Fuck, that little cunt looks tighter than yours,” he hums, spitting onto his fingers and rubbing the salvia into his length. 

You watch him climb onto the bed between her legs and start to press himself against her opening, and she screams against your core, trying her best to struggle from beneath you. You almost let her win, but Ben looks at you and stops you in your tracks. 

“Can you handle this?” he asks, staring you down. 

“Of course,” you agree, nodding and forcing a smile. 

“Good, because she’s about to become a whole lot harder to handle,” he smirks, forcing his way inside as Kathryn’s piercing scream fills the quiet, and you have to press down just a little harder to keep her still.