A/N: Hello people, how are you guys doing? Well, after testing my English writing skills at the DWP fandom, I decided to try and translate a few of my Supergirl fanfics to English.

This is a two-shot set back in season 1 when I started to write for this fandom, where I only had a picture of Kara in a black suit as a teaser for the episode Falling.

I hope this is okay and a good read. English is not my first language and I have no beta, so please, forgive any mistakes.

It seems in this parallel universe I don't own Supergirl or any of its characters, hm, weird. But the idea for this little story is mine, so at least I have that. Enjoy :3

Kara was outraged. If it wasn't enough all the disrespect she had to endure from her boss, now she was being replaced. Yes, replaced. There was no reason for Cat Grant to have another assistant. She probably was going to wait Kara teach the job for the new girl so that she could fire the blonde and keep the new brunette. One that had not broken her son's heart.

How would she know that Adam was one of those people that fall in love at first sight and on the first date is already planning the wedding and how many children they're going to have? Well, she did think that maybe, if she went out with him, she could have a piece of the woman she wanted for a few months now, but even then, one date is not enough to want to spend the rest of your life with someone. Now she has to endure the cold shoulder from her boss and share the time between teaching the new assistant, saving the city and still be effective at the office. And if all that was still not enough, some stupid person decided to expose her to something radioactive; she could feel it running through her veins.

Thinking about it all was just making the situation worse and the effects of the radiation was already becoming clear. It was like during the whole day after the exposure her eyes started to open to the bad side of humanity, how she was unjustly treated and how she had not realized before the disgusting way some men looked at her, or even how James was showing signs of wanting something more than friendship. However, none of this mattered anymore, he didn't want her before and so would not have her now.

Her outrage towards Cat was turning into hate and a desire to show who really had the power in that absurd relationship dynamic they had, and the more these thoughts consumed her being the more she believed it was time to confront Miss Grant and show what real power looked like.

Not wanting to be seen easily, she took the black uniform from her House that looked a lot like her Aunt's. Taking a look at the mirror she liked what she saw, of the way the uniform hugged her body revealing her curves and well-defined muscles, her hair was loose cascading through her back. With that she opened the window and took off to CatCo; there was no doubt she would find her boss there.

"I do hope that you have a very good reason to disturb my-" The words failed her when she looked at the glass door of her office.

Kara noticed how those honey colored eyes traveled through her body, probably appreciating the way the black material looked like a second skin. The anger quickly vanished and a malicious smile took its place. Making sure to add a little bit more of sway to her hips, she walked slowly but determined to the desk, stopping in front of it for a few seconds before circling it and positioning herself behind the brown leather chair.

"What do you think you are doing, Supergirl?"

"Oh, not Superwoman? Or Superbaby? Superblonde maybe?" She held the chair so Cat wouldn't turn.

"And why would I call you any of those names?" Her annoyance was very clear on her voice.

"Maybe because you always call me by other names? Kiera, Keira, Karen and so many others I can barely remember." Her lips formed a victorious smile when she heard the older woman hold her breath. "Breathe." She whispered, letting her lips touch the shell of her ear.

"What are you doing here, Kiera?" Her voice was pure ice and distaste.

"I came here to do what nobody seems capable of doing; putting you on your place." She released the chair and went to sit on the couch, getting a cup of M&M's. "See, you think of yourself as someone untouchable and above all, and honestly, I don't blame you for that. You have so many connections and blackmail material, I'm astonished you are not the President or in some equally powerful position besides being the 'Queen of All Media'. But that does not give you the right to treat people like garbage and insignificants; useless I can agree, but not garbage. A lot happened today and I have no patience to keep dealing with your tantrums." She took another glass of M&M's and put in front of the CEO. "It's not my fault that your day started terrible, it's not my fault that people here don't do their jobs right, it's not my fault if your son Adam doesn't know how to take a no and with all due respect, he's not smart enough if he does not want to meet one of the most incredible women I have ever met, not counting your big ego, of course.

"That's not the point though. I'm tired of all the bullshit you throw at me, tired of this cold shoulder and silence that you decided to use against me and how you never say my name correctly. I'm here today to show you what real power is and I have every intention of hearing you scream my name until the end of the night; perhaps this way you won't forget it."

"I can end you, you know? Expose your identity and everything you do here tonight." She didn't expect the hero to start laughing in light of such threat.

"I think I am going to show you in a clearer way who is the boss here." She almost floated to the chair, swirling it so they were face to face. "Get up." It was an order.

Cat couldn't deny the effect the girl was having on her body, however, the fear of what may happen now that she had no power over the situation was bigger; Supergirl, Kara was not afraid anymore of exposure, of losing her job, and this new irresponsible and malicious side of her was something she didn't know how to handle.

"Unbutton your shirt."

"What?! Are you insane?" She almost screamed indignant.

"Do as I say or else I'll have to do it myself and I can assure you, you won't have a shirt anymore." She crossed her arms waiting. "You know, it was not my intention to come here today and fuck you on your desk. I would just come here and face you until you understood I am not anyone else and then I would leave, but to your misfortune – or luck, depends how you see it – something woke up a part of me that always stayed caged."

"And what part is that?" The curiosity took the best of her.

"The one that let me take what I want." In a blink of an eye she had the older woman on her arms, taking those pink lips in a bruising kiss.

Not waiting for an invite, she thrust her tongue inside her boss' mouth, fingers digging into delicate and slim hips, tearing a moan out.

"Kara." She exhaled the name, breath almost impossible to normalize.

"I barely started and we're already making progress." She provoked.

"Shut up." She growled trying to push the hero back to the kiss, but instead she found herself with her arms held against her back.

"You don't call the shots anymore; the situation is not under your control." She reminded in a serious voice, then made a trail with her tongue from neck to earlobe. "Turn around." A simple whisper.

Her body decided to go against her brain and obeyed the order. Everything in her mind screamed to stop this nonsense, this madness; the consequences would be disastrous to her career, to her empire.

"You are going to regret coming here tonight." She tried to be as threatening as possible.

"Well, tonight I don't give a shit, so, lucky me." She took the forgotten shirt on top of the desk and used it to tie the Journalist's wrists behind her back.

"Untie me this instant, Supergirl!" She started to wrestle trying to free herself.

"Stop with the drama, will you? As if you're not enjoying this, Miss Grant." She took hold of the tied arms and drew their bodies near.

"I'm not liking this." She stopped moving; it was useless to fight someone with super strength.

"Are you sure?" One of her hands descended slowly through smooth skin, not hesitating to bypass the pants and lingerie and a little patch of trimmed hair until she got to her warm and wet goal. Coating two fingers in the hot liquid she pulled it out and licked it. "I think you're lying to me. Hmm, so delicious." She bit her pulse point, feeling the heartbeat on her tongue.

"Damn it, Kara!" She couldn't stop the moan. The rational part of her mind was getting smaller with every minute while her desire was growing, getting louder; maybe she should give in, surrender to her powerful assistant and see what pleasures she can get from a superhero.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Miss Grant. I hope you enjoy it, cause I'm sure as hell going to." In a single move she had the tailored pants out, admiring the beautiful and strong calves; she decided to leave her with the high heels on. Seating on the brown leather chair she brought the older woman to her lap, already freeing a breast from the bra and sucking into her mouth eagerly, lavishing it with kisses and bites, her hand moving away the panties and entering the warm channel without warning.

"I thought you were going to use my desk?" Cat provoked between whimpers and moans.

"I have the whole night for that."

Speeding her thrusts, she could feel Cat riding her fingers, so she inserted a third and went back to the breasts close to her face, this time adding bites to her chest and clavicle.

"Don't you dare mark me." She tried to withdraw but was stopped by a strong hand on her back.

"I do what I want and that includes letting people know that someone finally put you in your place." Her teeth sank into the flash of her neck just to prove her point.

The hand on Cat's back slipped down to her butt, the short fingernails sinking into her flesh and leaving half moon marks, helping her ride faster those 3 fingers inside her pussy. For long minutes the only sound in the office was of heavy breathing, whimpers and the occasional praise murmured between kisses.

"You are gorgeous, you know? And it is so hot to feel you griping my fingers, like your pussy don't want to be left empty." She took her fingers out just to lick the liquid of off it and them bury them again. "I want you to cum for me Cat, want to hear you moaning my name."

There wasn't a coherent thought in Cat's mind, she could only feel pleasure running through her veins like electric currents. Fight the sensations was not an option anymore with a mind clouded with lust and desire, the rough treatment only making her hornier; the bites, grappling, the nails making a trail of angry red lines on her back, all this just carried her closer to what probably would be the best orgasm of her life.

"Come on Cat, cum for me, let me hear you." She made quick circles with her thumb on the engorged clit, mouth going for a kiss, suckling her boss' tongue like a pro until she felt the walls squeezing her fingers in an intense orgasm. Her lips freeing the tongue just to hear Cat moaning her name. "Good girl." She smiled.

Extracting her fingers slowly the hero received a groan in protest. She made sure to clean the essence on the Journalist's breasts and lick it all thoroughly. Cat, unable to hold herself seating, let her head drop to Supergirl's shoulder, hoping her breathing would slow down instead of seeming like she's just run a marathon.

"Don't think it is over yet." Loosing the knot of the shirt she took Cat on her arms and got up, putting her on the chair and turning to contemplate the contents of the desk. Pondering quickly if she should throw it all on the floor or take each item carefully. Deciding she didn't care enough, she only grabbed the laptop – she had no money to replace it – and everything else went to the floor.

"What is wrong with you?" She asked outraged, but Kara simply disregarded her and so she huffed and leaned back on the chair.

"Stop that, you look like a child throwing a tantrum." The blonde reprimanded while going to the bar and pouring a thumb of whisky for herself and a glass of water to the other blonde. "Drink." She held the glass on those kiss swollen lips until Cat finished and then downed her own drink.

Grateful for the water, the CEO closed her eyes and relaxed, ready to have a little time to breath. However, her plans were destroyed when a pair of hands grabbed her hips and put her on top of the desk.

"What are you doing now?" She was asking that a lot for one night.

"Though I liked to taste you on my fingers, that wasn't enough, so I'm going to the source." With that said she brought the chair closer to the table and sat, sliding the black panties out of the way and opening Cat's legs. Her mouth watered with the smell and sight of pink lips glistening with cum; not losing more time she dived into the hot sex, tongue swiping from bottom to top, moaning with the taste.

"Kara."

She heard her name being whispered, looking up she saw how lost her boss was to the sensations. "I'm going to eat you out so good." She warned before burying her face between pale thighs.

Her tongue explored every curve, every inch of pink skin. Using two fingers to open the outer lips to explore more. Kara took her time, searching for the places that made Cat moan louder or squirm. With her tongue deep into her pussy she could feel the orgasm approaching and instantly pulled away, giving one last lick to the pulsing and swollen clit.

"No! Why did you stop? Come back to work." She was close to begging; fuck the consequences!

"I should have brought my strap-on." Kara was talking to herself, not even noticing how the older woman's eyes got even darker with lust. "I stopped because now is not the time for you to come. Later, maybe, I might let you come on my mouth." She snatched Cat from the desk and turning her around pushed her on the glass till her breasts were pressed against it. Holding the shirt's knot, she used the other hand to caress thighs, butt, back, neck and then made the reverse path with her mouth, taking advantage of the moment to bite one of her ass cheeks.

"Ow!" She tried to pry herself out of those painful teeth.

"This is so you'll remember me every time you sit, remember how I took control and made you cum like nobody ever did." She informed soothing the bite with her hot tongue.

The blonde hero got up and divested herself of her black uniform and red underwear, throwing the clothes on the floor. She tortured Cat using two fingers to stroke her entrance, smiling when the older woman pushed her hips trying to force the fingers inside. Having mercy, she entered her slowly but forcefully, using her own hips to put strength behind her thrusts. She wasn't there to make love but to fuck, and that's what she would do. Instantly she sped the movements, descending her naked torso until it was pressed against Cat's back, putting more strength on her hips, hearing the CEO moaning with the feeling of her breasts pressed on her back.

"You like this, don't you? Like being dominated, the rough treatment. Tell me, when was the last time someone fucked you this good, hm?" Kara inclined her body up to have some room to smack Cat's ass, admiring her handprint in forming in a delicious shade of red.

"Far too… long. Yes, keep… going." She was able to say between the moans that echoed through the floor. The sound of their bodies colliding and the slaps to her ass adding to the pleasurable symphony. Untying the shirt, the hero instructed her to hold the edge of the desk, but she pushed Cat's torso up, just enough to have access to the small breasts and perk nipples.

"Now you're going to come for me again, but this time? This time you are going to wet the whole desk, literally cum." It was a shot in the dark, the Journalist might not be able to have a female ejaculation, but she decided to try anyway.

Changing her hand's position, the ex-assistant started to pump her fingers from the front, searching for the G-spot and pressing it while simultaneously pressing her thumb on the engorged clit. The other hand was playing with the rose nipples, her mouth licked, kissed and sucked the skin of her neck and shoulders, sending the older woman's body into overdrive.

Cat started to feel a different sensation on her body, a new and stronger pressure on her lower abdomen. However, she did not had time to think what that meant since the orgasm came crashing over her out of nowhere, her body convulsed and a large amount of warm liquid gushed out of her and soaked the glass of her desk. A scream tore itself from her throat and everything went black.

Kara kept going until there was not a drop of cum left inside her boss, then she took her out of the desk and lay her on the couch. After, she went in search of a hidden blanket that was only used in cold nights working late at the office. She covered the slender and fragile body.

Leaving the mess she created behind to make sure there's no doubt about the events of the night, she collected her clothes from the floor and dressed herself; crouching down she caught a piece of paper and pen and wrote a note before leaving:

"Miss Catherine Jane Grant, this night was not a dream and I do not regret it. I hope you call someone to clean up our mess before the working hours start – it would be embarrassing if your employees found out that someone was fucked on your office. Seeing as you passed out, I thought it would be best to let you have a deserved rest. However, I do intend to come back to have my share of pleasure and orgasms, and feel you coming on my mouth many more times too.

PS: Be ready, I can be back anytime and we both know I'm always close enough to hear you."

And with that she went back to her home flying, going straight to the bathroom to take a shower and relieve a little of the tension between her legs.

A/N: I hope to have time to translate the next and last chapter soon, where Cat gets revenge in a very delicious way.

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Until the next chapter :3