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"Nice try, darling, but you're still working off the dinosaur incident." Lena Luthor dodges her wife's attempt to grab her from behind, weaving around the bedroom.
Kara pouts, shuffling after the smirking scientist. "It's been a week!"
"Indeed it has," Lena admits, "but I've decided to extend your prohibition for as long as I feel appropriate." She grins, letting herself be snatched up in Kara's loving hold only for a minute before escaping again when the reporter tries to cop a feel of her ass though the flimsy excuse for a nightrobe she's wearing.
"No fair! You can't just change the rules like that," the grumpy alien whines. "Don't act like you don't want me." The words, coming from anyone else, would send Lena into a rage. But coming from her absolute goof of a wife, she knows it's meant in a playful, teasing manner.
"That's quite a bold demand coming from someone in your position," Lena notes. "Last I checked, I was the one making the rules."
And thus their game begins, with Lena's challenge and Kara's fiery eyes accepting before the offer's even finished. They both know where this will go, and neither are opposed. Kara will take what she wants, and Lena will do her best to pretend she doesn't want the exact same thing. They've moved past mere playfulness into a charged, delicate standstill. The only question is, who will be the first to break?
The CEO stands on one side of the bed, nightrobe open to reveal only a sliver of the treasure lying beneath. Kara stands on the other, dress shirt unbuttoned, unruly, yet deathly calm.
Kara moves first. She becomes a blur, streaking across the room to grab her wife and shove her against the bedroom wall, hands pinned behind her back with just enough force to startle the scientist, not hurt her. They both stay silent, the only sound coming from Lena's increasingly heavy breaths.
"What were you saying about rules, again?" the reporter asks after a moment, dark and dangerous. Lena shivers, cheek pressed to the smooth paint of the wall. She knew this was coming, saw it from miles away, and welcomes every move.
"I said," Lena repeats, words distorted by the pressure keeping her against the wall, "last I checked, I was the one making them."
"Check again," Kara whispers, leaning in to utter the words right next to Lena's sensitive ear. She is a catastrophe on the edge of itself, a bolt of lightning seconds from striking, all dependent on the CEO's next words.
Lena suppresses another shudder, refusing a reluctant admission of defeat. She's a Luthor, and Luthors never go down without a fight. It is physically impossible for Lena to overpower Kara under a yellow sun, but brute strength isn't the scientist's weapon of choice.
"Yeah. I'm not worried," she says, betrayed by the quiver in her voice. "You're too soft to ever make me cry."
Kara doesn't bother responding. Instead, she kicks Lena's legs apart and shoves a knee between them, pressing up and into the scientist's cunt with clinical precision. The pressure makes Lena gasp, caught off-guard by the sudden sensation, but she refuses to bend, trying to keep her breathing even despite the desire igniting in her core.
The alien applies more pressure, grinding herself into Lena's dampening centre relentlessly, easily subduing her attempts at resistance. "You aren't in control, sweet girl—you never were," Kara states, low and dangerous.
"Why should I be scared of you?" Lena asks, squirming against the hero's hold. Her movement just serves to push her harder against Kara's thigh, and she can't stop a tiny whimper from clawing up her throat and into the electrified air.
Kara lets out a deep, smug hum of approval. She knows Lena won't be able to resist for much longer. "Not scared of me, pretty girl. Scared of what I'm going to do with you."
"And what might that be?" The CEO wiggles and bucks desperately, unsure of whether she's trying to escape or trying to find more stimulation from Kara's unyielding thigh.
"Whatever. I. Want." Each word is punctuated by a gentle, loving kiss pressed to the side of Lena's neck, a sharp contrast to the levelled threat.
A stream of poorly-stifled whimpers and whines escapes Lena's throat. She's desperate, but not to be free. She craves Kara's dominance, to be made tame and obedient like a good little girl until the alien has had her fill and Lena's lungs are hoarse from crying out in ecstasy.
"Will you be a good girl for me?" Kara asks, pressing her thigh up even harder. "Or are you going to be a brat who needs to be shown her place?"
Normally, this would be a genuine question used to determine the mood of their scene. But today, Kara already knows the answer, finds it in Lena's huff of defiance and continued struggle against arms of steel. Today, Lena is nothing more than a little girl staring down the barrel of a big fucking gun, her own finger on the trigger. She has the pen to write her own death warrant, and they both know her signature will be scrawled in bold, unapologetic ink come midnight. Their rules are preordained, determined over several talks of boundaries, respect, and consent, hashed out in simple terms in which both of them place their unbreakable trust.
"Go to hell," Lena spits, sealing her fate.
"Oh, I will," Kara whispers, already triumphant, "and I'm taking you with me." Lena is hauled back onto the bed face-first with a squeak, hands tied behind her back with brutal efficiency despite her half-hearted struggling. Not soon after, the CEO's legs are confined to a spreader bar, held apart by cold metal and the burn of humiliation, finally bringing an end to her escape attempts.
Lena feels open, exposed, and vulnerable, three things she is terribly unused to. But Kara's steady hands running up and down her sides in reassurance soon put to rest her hesitance, leaving room only for anticipation and the scorching blush of embarrassment. She's wet, gloriously so, something Kara has definitely picked up on by now. Her position leaves her ripe for the taking, and Kara is going to have her fill.
Lena nearly shrieks when she feels two fingers swipe through her soaked centre, nightrobe lost in the transition from standing to bed. Her stomach heaves with desire and her hips jerk back instinctively, greedy for more.
"So wet, and I've barely touched you," Kara murmurs, sounding supremely satisfied with herself. She continues the light, exploratory movements, revelling in Lena's meek whimpers and wiggling hips. "Ah-ah," she tsks when Lena tries to press herself into her fingers, "you will take what I give you, and nothing more. Besides, you know you won't complain once I've had my way with you."
Kara continues to circle Lena's wet vulva, skimming over her swelling clit in light, teasing strokes. The CEO's cries grow louder and more impatient with each touch, but she still refuses to give in and admit what she wants.
"Hmm," Kara hums, impressed by her wife's restraint. "Valiant effort." With that, she retreats from the bed, leaving the scientist without warning. Lena whips her head over her shoulder, eyes wide with recalcitrance.
Kara removes her shirt and pants, but keeps her bra and boxers on. It's a show of power, the alien displaying her control over the situation by choosing to remain partially dressed while Lena has no choice in the matter. The hero grins at Lena's obvious desire, knowing she's won the battle before it ever really had a chance to begin.
"Kara," Lena groans, frustrated by her wife's absence. She wiggles her ass invitingly, throwing her best pout over her shoulder at the smug alien.
"Cute." Kara wanders over to the closet and opens the door, toying with a few different things that Lena can't see before returning to the bedside with two items. "You're going to love what I've chosen, pretty girl. Right after you've finished hating it."
Oh no. Lena's eyes widen when her wife holds up an intimidating anal plug and a small vibrator made to latch directly onto her clit.
"Maybe you should've chosen to be my good girl when I gave you the chance," Kara points out, setting her prizes down on the nightstand. She pulls her wife down the bed with a tug on the spreader bar, chuckling at Lena's scared little whimper. "You're not getting out of this now, baby."
The scientist isn't the only one affected by this scene. Kara's cock strains against the fabric of her boxers, but the hero ignores her own desire in favour of toying with her sweet girl. Without warning, she plunges two thick fingers into Lena's ripe, wet pussy, starting up a merciless rhythm before the scientist even has a chance to register what's happening.
Lena squeals and bucks, caught completely off-guard by the sudden influx of stimulation. Usually, Kara would prepare her more, but Lena is so wet she could probably take a telephone pole given enough motivation. She gasps and squirms on her stomach, unable to hide just how good Kara is making her feel. But it's not enough. The ruthless fingers in her cunt are so good, so unbelievably good, but they're not enough to send Lena over the edge. Nothing is, without any stimulation to her clit. She's never been able to come from penetration alone, much to the Kryptonian's delight.
"Kara," Lena whines, breath laboured. She pushes back against the fingers deep in her pussy, aching and desperate for more.
It's the Kryptonian's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Yes, sweet girl? Is there something you want?"
Lena huffs, indignant. "You know what I want," she ekes out, holding back a whimper as Kara picks up the pace. She's close already, unreasonably turned on by her wife's dominance, but Lena knows Kara has no issue with denying her for as long as she wants.
"Of course I do, baby, but I want to hear you say it." Kara abruptly pulls her fingers out of Lena's soaking cunt, ignoring her wife's noise of protest. The vibrator is firmly attached to Lena's clit, drawing a squeak from the scientist.
"Shh, baby, it's okay," Kara soothes, brushing a calming hand across the back of Lena's thigh, "deep breaths; just relax for me, Lena."
"I need more," Lena pleads, unable to stop squirming. "Please, Kara."
Kara shakes her head. "Did you really think I'd let you get away with being an obstinate little brat?" she asks, toying with the vibrator's remote. "Pout and plead all you want; you're still in trouble."
The vibrator is switched on, causing Lena to cry out in surprise. It's not too intense, but she knows this is just the tip of the iceberg. Lena groans and writhes on the bed, helpless against the insistent waves of pleasure assaulting her senses. At this low intensity, the vibrations provide no satisfaction or release, only mild stimulation. The CEO feels this acutely, like a drop of water landing on her forehead every few seconds. Then, when Kara pushes two long, skilled fingers back into her aching cunt, Lena nearly loses her mind.
The alien starts up a mockingly gentle pace, cooing at Lena's plaintive whimpers, "Good girl, taking my fingers so easily." She holds down the spreader bar, effectively rendering Lena motionless. "That's it, baby, just let yourself feel it."
"No!" Lena nearly shouts when Kara pulls back after a few minutes. "Please, I'm so close." Her swollen clit aches, her body crying out for just a little bit more. The vibrator hums steadily away, keeping Lena on the edge of climax.
Kara's grin widens. She loves having her wife like this, needy and helpless and deliciously wet. "Not yet, baby. I'm going to put the plug in, okay?" The alien grabs a bottle of lube and squeezes a generous amount into her hand, liberally smearing it over the toy.
A nod signals the CEO's readiness, gasping mewls accompanying an uptick in the vibrator's intensity—Kara's little reward for her good girl's eagerness.
Lena's asscheeks are spread by a firm hand while one confident finger teasingly rubs along her puckered rim, preparing her for the intimidating toy. The cold, smooth metal elicits a squeak from her, and she does her best to relax to make the intrusion easier. The pressure slowly increases, plug squelching as it's steadily gobbled up by Lena's bottom.
"Oh, god, Kara, it's—it's so much," Lena whimpers at the widest part. It's not painful, it's overwhelming. Every time they do anal, Lena ends up a mess. The sensation of a large metal plug stuffing her ass to the brim always reduces her to a drooling, desperate wreck.
The plug finally pops inside with a wet noise, pulling a tiny whine from the scientist as her brain ceases all complex functions. Lena mouths at the sheets below her, legs kicking out in ecstasy as Kara examines her wife's pitiful state.
"Shh, good girl, Lena, you're doing so well," the alien coos, rubbing Lena's back with a gentle hand. "I'm going to turn the vibrator up, now."
Lena moans unashamedly when the vibrations on her clit grow stronger. She whimpers something unintelligible into the damp sheets, too busy losing her mind to form sentences. Open and squirming, big bad CEO Lena Luthor always becomes completely docile with a smooth, thick plug in her ass. Kara figured it out the first time they tried anal, delighting in her wife's inability to think.
By now, Lena is utterly miserable. She hasn't come yet, and the vibrator is buzzing against her clit without pause. The plug creates delicious pressure in her gut, enhancing every other sensation tenfold. She's panting into the sheets, writhing and sobbing in anguish as Kara keeps her on the edge. "P-please, I can't," Lena suffers out, "I want to come, Kara, I can't—"
"Oh, sweet girl," Kara says, leaning over her to press a kiss below her ear, "are you sorry for being a brat today?"
Just as Lena manages to pull together a response, Kara turns up the vibrations yet again, this time so much that Lena wheezes in surprise, words lost on the tip of her tongue. The scientist jerks her hips, trying to close her legs against the intensity of the vibrator's buzzing, but the spreader bar keeps them apart. Tension curls like a fist in her gut, swirling and snaking from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head.
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you," Kara says, resisting the urge to palm herself through her boxers. "You need to speak up, baby."
Lena nearly chokes on her own tongue when the vibrator kicks up yet another notch, and she's so close she could scream but it's just shy of enough. "Yes, I-I'm sorry—"
The scientist's apology is cut off by the first flashes of her orgasm, blinding pleasure finally reaching its breaking point. Relief bubbles up like a geyser, and Lena is about to voice her thanks when the vibrator dies down completely just as she tips over the edge.
Lena wails, pussy clenching impossibly tight only to be denied any kind of satisfaction. Her legs kick and her hips buck wildly, frantically searching for pressure, friction, anything at all. Her poor cunt painfully contracts around nothing as her clit throbs untouched, abandoned by the vibrator. Helpless sobs lurch from Lena's throat, noises of anguish filling the bedroom. She twists and pulls at the restraints on her wrists, an attempt to give herself the pleasure Kara cruelly denies.
"Oh god, it hurts, Kara, please," Lena babbles, tears wetting the sheets beneath her cheek. The little bundle of nerves between her legs throbs insistently, swollen and angry for attention. Lena tries to rub herself against the sheets, to no avail. The feeling of powerlessness that comes from her position drags her mind deep into a fog of submissive obedience, curling around the edges of her consciousness with ephemeral claws. It's visceral and gentle simultaneously, comforting in its entirety and entirely comforting.
Lena huffs and whimpers into the bed, ruined orgasm finally having run its merciless course. Small spasms continue to spark through her, but the painful desperation of being denied any sort of real relief has dissipated. Exhaustion and bone-deep frustration come next, rendering her limp and pliant beneath a godlet's loving, careful grasp.
With a startled yelp, the scientist is torn from her growing composure by Kara's gentle hand reaching between her legs to remove the vibrator, rubbing soft circles around Lena's sore little clit.
"It's okay, baby, you're such a good girl," Kara whispers, careful not to push the CEO too hard. "You're so good for me, Lena."
Quiet mumbles sneak into the air, muffled by Lena's cheek pressed against the expensive sheets. Kara continues cooling her down, murmuring indistinct, soft praises as the scientist recovers. "Good girl, Lena," she repeats, smiling softly at her wife's disgruntled grumbles.
"I want—want to come," the scientist whines, wiggling in protest as Kara retreats from the bed. "I'll be good, I promise."
"Just relax, baby, you know I'll take care of you." The superhero methodically strips off her boxers to let her aching cock spring free. She hisses at the cold air against her skin, eager to bury herself in Lena's warm heat. "How are you feeling, pretty girl?"
"Green, please, Kara," Lena groans, turning her head to watch as Kara climbs back onto the bed. The alien straddles Lena's thighs, positioned so her cock rests on the solid metal plug stuck deep in her wife's bottom.
Lena yelps when Kara reaches down to slip two fingers through her soaked pussy, feeling thoroughly manhandled and out of control. She tries to buck her hips, but Kara's weight on her thighs is insistent enough to prevent any real movement. "Kara," she whimpers, clit achy and throbbing so hard it almost hurts, "please? Please fuck me, I want to come," she tries again, feeling squishy as Kara leans down to nip at the sensitive spot of smooth flesh behind the scientist's left ear. The spot never fails to render Lena completely pliant and submissive, and Kara loves how easily her wife obeys the silent command to be patient.
"Shh, baby, you'll get what you want soon enough," Kara soothes, continuing to press gentle kisses down Lena's back. "You look so pretty like this, all helpless and spread for me."
It's unfair, Lena thinks, that Kara is constantly able to say the sweetest things in the middle of such decidedly not-sweet scenes. Her spine goes boneless as Kara rubs herself against Lena's ass, quiet, pleading whimpers escaping her each time the alien presses against the plug seated snugly inside her. "Inside, Kara, I want you inside." The acute emptiness in her cunt is agonising and unignorable, demanding attention and helplessly clenching around nothing. Wetness leaks from her slit, enticing Kara to sink herself between smooth, reddened cheeks.
"Such a pretty girl," Kara groans, pulling back to line herself up. "Relax for me, Lena."
Finally, finally, the hero pushes in, steadily breaching Lena's swollen, soaked pussy with gentle insistence. Lena lets out a pitiful moan as she's filled, the warmth of Kara's cock erasing all thoughts from her head. It's heavenly, the way it stretches her, big and thick and perfectly sized to press against the tender opening of her cervix. Once the hero is all the way inside, Kara stills completely.
Lena nearly chokes on a sob, suddenly envigorated and frantic. Desperate wails lurch from her throat as she thrashes, pulling against the silk rope tying her hands behind her back. The pressure in her cunt is unbearable, tears escaping Lena's closed eyes as she fights against the infuriating stillness of Kara's cock.
The alien attempts to soothe her wife, running her hands up and down Lena's sides in an effort to calm the frantic scientist, but it can't make up for the lack of friction she feels inside. "Baby, relax, it's okay," Kara croons, moving to pull out.
When Lena feels Kara's cock begin to leave her pussy, she loses her fucking mind. "No, Kara, don't—don't pull out, please stay inside, please," she chokes out, "I need it, I need you, please, Kara."
The reporter stops her withdrawal, carefully pushing herself back inside. "Lena, baby, it's okay, I'm not going anywhere," she whispers, "just calm down, pretty girl, it's okay."
And... it is. Kara doesn't leave her empty and unfilled, she keeps her cock inside and continues to whisper sweet reassurances until Lena finally stops thrashing, reduced to a hiccupping puddle of goo.
Still, the scientist is desperate to be fucked, weakly struggling against Kara's weight and begging her to move. "Please fuck me, please, I need it," she whimpers helplessly into the pillow pressing against her wet cheek. Exhaustion and desire wage war against her senses, equally demanding and equally unbridled. It's dizzying, and Lena knows the only thing that can calm her down is Kara's thick length fucking all the thoughts from her head.
Kara begins to move, carefully and methodically thrusting in and out with practised skill. Lena's damp walls clench impossibly tight around her cock, eliciting deep groans of pleasure from the reporter as she increases the pace. Soon, Kara truly starts to fuck Lena, forgoing gentleness in favour of taking her pleasure with unforgiving growls of satisfaction.
Beneath the alien, Lena does her best to remain conscious, unable to do anything but lie there and take whatever Kara wants to give her. The powerful thrusts rub impossibly deep inside her, forcing her tight cunt to accept each greedy stroke. Lena lets out a grateful sob when Kara hits that special spongy patch of flesh behind her clit and bites at the sheets to stifle her wails. The indomitable knot of desire in her gut grows, overtaking her entire body with palpable tension. Within minutes, Lena is careening to the edge, and so is Kara.
"Baby, I'm going to come," the reporter groans between thrusts, "and you're going to come with me, my sweet girl, aren't you?"
What's supposed to be a noise of agreement turns into a pathetic mewl when the alien slips a hand under Lena's hips to rub her clit. Sputtering moans and miserable little whimpers paint the air with desperation, signalling Lena's need. She can't control how quickly she's barrelling towards climax, unable to stop the tsunami of pleasure from crashing over her when Kara's cock begins to throb almost angrily.
The reporter's orgasm erupts from her like a hurricane, decimating everything in its path as Kara slams herself as deep as she can inside Lena's drooling pussy. Her seed splashes against the scientist's velvet walls, filling her up until there's nowhere left for it to go.
Lena's vision goes white, ecstasy coursing through every fiber of her being as she finally slips over the edge into pure bliss. Electricity crackles from her core outwards as Kara's hot, creamy come leaks out of her in spurts, dripping onto the ruined sheets. The scientist is certain that nothing has ever felt as good as this, that nothing will ever compare to the feeling of Kara's essence pouring into her and surrounding her in undeniable love.
The two women breathe heavily, sweaty and exhausted from their climaxes. Kara slowly pulls her cock out, whispering sweet words of reassurance when the scientist whines at the loss. Gently, the alien flips her wife over and situates herself right above Lena's tender cunt, breathing in the delicious scent of a thoroughly used, filled pussy. Kara anchors the CEO's hips with her arms, then lowers her tongue to glide through the puffy red folds on display. It's barely anything compared to what they were just doing, but Lena is so sensitive that she lets out a hoarse cry and tries to jerk away from the stimulation.
The scientist desperately tries to escape Kara's warm, cruel tongue, but it's a hopeless battle. Lena is forced to lie on her back and take it as Kara begins to devour her poor cunt with ferocity. It's insanely intense, almost painful, but the alien doesn't let up. She keeps lapping and nipping at Lena's angry, swollen clit with practised precision.
As the scientist's climax approaches for the third time tonight, she begins to panic. It's too intense. Lena is afraid that if she comes again, she'll break into a million tiny pieces and won't ever be able to put herself back together. She lets out a strangled whine, trying to scoot up the bed and away from her wife's determined tongue. Her hands scramble for purchase on the rumpled sheets, but Kara reaches a hand up and joins their palms. The hold anchors Lena, steadies her against the onslaught of pleasure, and the agonising sensitivity becomes just a little bit more bearable.
Kara pulls away for a moment to undo the spreader bar and release Lena's wrists from their bindings. Once she does, she carefully removes the plug and sets it aside to be cleaned. Then, when she hears Lena whine at being left alone, Kara leans back down and says, "One more, baby, I know you can do it." She grabs Lena's hand again, locking eyes with the CEO.
The words are so comforting and soothing that Lena begins to relax, her breath slows down and she isn't so panicked anymore. Still, she shakes her head. "I don't think I can," is her weak response, "it's so much, Kara, I can't."
What makes their relationship so cohesive is the delicate delegation of power and control that maintains the unspoken rules every time they enter a scene. As a dominant, Kara is demanding, but not cruel. She knows when to push and when to go easy, and how to push Lena's buttons without triggering any of the myriad traumas the scientist has endured.
At first, Kara exercised extreme caution. The idea of genuinely humiliating or demeaning her wife made her balk at the idea of exploring a more intense dynamic. But soon, the alien learned how to melt Lena into a blob of pliant obedience while erecting a large barrier between playful teasing and actual degradation. Their roles became more defined, and Kara's confidence grew. Now, she knows Lena's preferences and weaknesses better than she knows the alphabet, and this time is no exception.
"Lena, sweetheart, you can take it," the sunny alien says, "just let it happen, baby." She pulls Lena's hand to her lips and presses a gentle kiss to her tense knuckles, a sign of her undying love and devotion. It's a tender gesture in the midst of a lascivious scene, but somehow it doesn't feel out of place.
It takes Lena a few seconds to form a coherent response, overwhelmed and submissive. "Okay," she suffers out, "okay. Okay. I can take it." She releases an exhausted whine but doesn't release her grip on the reporter's hand.
Kara smiles, small and genuine. "Good girl, Lena, you're doing so well," she coos, lowering herself once again. The return of her wet tongue to Lena's puffy folds elicits a deep groan from the alien, who relishes in her wife's delicious wetness.
Lena whimpers and tries to stay still, tightening her grip on Kara's hand. The short reprieve gave her poor clit time to recover, but she's still sensitive, still jerks at the slightest stimulation. Kara doesn't care. She latches on with vigour, suckling relentlessly until Lena is a wailing, trembling disaster.
This time, instead of engulfing her entire body, the pleasure gathers directly in Lena's battered nub, pouring into itself like an implosion waiting to happen. It's so much energy in such a small area that it should be impossible for it to feel so good, but it keeps on growing and focusing into one supernova of sensation primed to go off at any moment. It's excruciating and unbearable, but Lena can take it. She can take it because Kara said she could, and Lena wants nothing more than to please her beautiful wife.
If her last climax was a hurricane, this one is the last gasp of a neutron star. Pleasure explodes from her clit, flashing out into the rest of her body at the speed of light. Lena's muscles tense and her jaw grinds as her brain is overloaded with ecstasy. A high, keening cry breaches the air, and through it all, Kara holds her hand, keeping her in place as she trembles and sobs in relief. It lasts forever, this instant expulsion of rapture. Slowly, Lena's world returns. Her eyes flutter open and she heaves out a sigh of pure satisfaction.
Kara pulls away, coming up to litter delicate kisses across Lena's sweat-soaked forehead. She whispers gentle affections and pulls her wife in close, holding her as she returns to Earth. "Such a good girl, Lena, I love you so much," the alien croons, "you're such a good girl."
For her part, Lena's brain feels fried. She barely knows where she is, but nothing bothers her when Kara holds her so sweetly. The soft embrace settles her, reminds her that she's loved and treasured and taken care of, three things she still can't believe she's so readily given. She tries to speak, but Kara just presses their lips together in a firm, no-nonsense kiss.
"Shh, pretty girl, just rest. I'm right here, Lena, just rest."
The words are so sweet, so full of love, that the scientist can't help but drift off into unconsciousness, sated and surrounded by warm, caring arms.
"Told ya you wouldn't complain."