Dress - John Daggett x Reader (The Dark Knight Rises)
GIF Credit: X
Author’s Note: Full disclosure, I knew I wanted to do a part 4... But... I really... struggle to find the inspiration for it.
And I wanted to do THIS but then wasn’t sure what to do.
Then in the same day I did some scrolling and found a little gem post, and was accosted by a new Daggett gif set.
SO.
Here we are my lovelies! Let’s throw this under the category: “Mendo sugar babies unite”
Disclaimer: TDKR characters not mine / lyrics not mine / gifs not mine
Premise: You know there is only one reason Daggett would ever give you his card. It isn’t about seeing you in the dress, it’s about having that dress on his bedroom floor...
Words: 2832
Warnings: Sexual Pre-Amble / Sexual Connotations / Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby
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Our secret moments in a crowded room
They've got no idea about me and you
There is an indentation in the shape of you
Made your mark on me...
All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation
My hands are shaking from holding back from you
All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting
My hands are shaking from holding back from all this...
Say my name and everything just stops
I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Carve your name into my bedpost
'Cause I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
My one and only, my lifeline
I woke up just in time
Now I wake up by your side
My hands are shaking, and I can't explain this...
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So many clothes... so little time... you pondered, walking up and down the rows in this expensive boutique dress shop. You knew you had a problem here. You wanted to wear all of them... and surely you would buy all of them; and with the money you had could buy all of them. But the problem was which one first...!
Even if you purchased more than one item, you could only wear one at once.
That was your ‘gift’ this morning. His credit card. You weren’t exactly sure when he’d left, but you’d heard him talk about all his meetings yesterday - and surely some of them would have started early. But John would let you sleep on; and be better off for it...
Still, that didn’t mean that you liked waking up in that house alone and there was only so many times you could look at all the artwork and artefacts, and walk around it, before deciding to put that plastic to good use.
You weren’t sure Philip was exactly keen on having to drive you around either, but that’s what Daggett had tasked him with and here you were. Having said that, Philip was a good guy and on the few occasions you had actually had real reason to converse you enjoyed talking to him.
You sighed and stopped in the middle of the store, doing a slow full circle turn. There was only one thing for it, then, try on a few and then decide on the one.
You gathered the dresses that had caught your attention most and headed into the fitting room with them. Now you had to think not only of yourself, but which one would he like best? Besides it wasn’t like it would be staying on too long... unless he wanted to take you out in it, of course.
You tilted your head, but surely after a long work day he would just want to come home, and have you.
Biting your lip gently, you studied them all in turn again; alright... Time to make an executive decision... for my Executive..!
***
When you tried it on you just knew, this was the one. It had to be the one. It had a price tag to match the design, of course, but there was no other dress you had slipped on that would have the same effect at this one.
And easy to take off, you might add. Which you wanted him too. That was the only reason you were even out here spending his money on nice things.
You smirked gently to yourself; of course, it would need lingerie to match...
Philip only asked to carry your things out of courtesy, and even when you refused he gave you a look that said If Daggett finds out I haven’t been... but it was nice of him, and gave you free reign to not be weighed down by shopping bags.
Except when you walked into any lingerie store, then he stood outside with a bright red face, and that was a carrier you were allowed to keep hold of.
You weren’t sure when you had started this ‘relationship’ John would have realised just how much you liked spending his money. You wondered if he often looked at his credit card bills and raised an eyebrow; ‘who needs to spend THAT much on....-!’ or if he cared, or really even noticed. Did what you spent even make a dent in his bank account?
You were probably barely even scratching the surface of his monthly interest. He didn’t really give you an allowance; John bought you things he thought you might like - that he’d thought of, he actually put effort into this - but he hadn’t been on a business trip lately so, that would be why he’d left his card to you this morning. If he had time, he’d make the trip himself - as you’d observed, work was clearly busy. And you lived in his house, had your own room and didn’t have to see him if you didn’t want to. (Thought most of the time you did, and found yourself incredibly bored without him here). In fact if you were stubborn enough to only seek him out for money, or when he might want sex, (ha! might) then you could go literally weeks without seeing a trace of John Daggett.
But you liked being around him and talking to him and the way he talked to you and made you feel; so if he was allowed to take you on trips or to conferences, you bet he damn would. Half to show you off - or to show off himself - and you’d seen the way other businessmen looked at him. And you sure liked that too. That was the kick he got out of this.
Your kick was supposed to be his money, but that was only ever half of it. You’d done this before a couple of times, that was the way things worked - often they or you would move on and that was fine... but you wanted more stimulus than just money in your pocket.
For John, this was very new. You were his first... maybe intent on being his last. And that made the experience a little more special and a lot more exciting. He treated you a lot more like a girlfriend or partner than you expected, but he understood it was as much a professional relationship - he was effectively paying you, at the end of the day. But he also liked taking the initiative or being spontaneous to surprise you... it wasn’t like booking a slot in each other’s schedules.
So, taking his own initiative, you liked to give Daggett a few surprises of your own.
***
You returned home before you knew he’d be back, and you were more than just excited. You did make sure you thank Philip as you collected your things and then ran off to your part of the house.
You liked to get some alone time before Daggett waltzed back in here, so you could look your absolute best. After all, the aim was always to dazzle him. He liked knowing what you’d brought with his money... and he also liked seeing it pooled on the floor of his room. Way more than he liked to see it on.
And you sure as hell didn’t mind that.
The good thing about John was always knowing he was home; he had a self-important voice that echoed around this house no matter where he was. But, also made your heart beat that little faster and made you softly groan in anticipation.
As he reached the landing, his footfalls became heavier - and you heard him call down to Philip for no calls or meetings or hell anything to disturb him until he was back downstairs.
No doubt Philip would scurry away down the other end of the house and turn the TV way up loud at that notion.
His footsteps continued at pace, and you turned to the door from where you were seated to see it open.
Daggett smirked, instantly, at seeing you sitting there in a new dress. “Oh... Darling... For me?” He slowed himself right to a casual meander across the room, as his eyes traced your body. Cut out bodice, the back was low and it also plunged deep in the front - almost to the point where they shouldn’t even have bothered with material at all. It was translucent fabric - but clever - giving enough away, whilst also opaque in all places he would have been able to see your lingerie. You watched the way he bit his lip; but also got frustrated at that very same fact.
John sat on the end of the bed; legs just far enough apart that you would have to choose one to straddle. He placed his hands gently on his thighs. You bit your lips together; you weren’t shy and he knew this, but you would happily elude to it:
“Welcome back...”
“Thank you… Did you have a good day? sorry to have you wake alone this morning, if I didn’t have that damn meeting...”
You shook your head like it wasn’t an issue “My day was good thank you, and yours? ...Needs must, you’re an important man.” Notice you said important and not busy, you knew how greatly you’d be rewarded for boosting his ego.
Indeed he gave another smirk and chucked; “Well, darling, you know how it is!”
He gave a gentle shrug like it was all the same to him and then beckoned you closer; “Now come, show me what you bought...”
You stood slowly, allowing the fabric to cascade in a gentle swirl - though it clung delicately to your curves it wasn’t so flimsy as to look cheap. It did give the impression that it was begging to be taken off, though.
And you and he both knew that.
He ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip and the grip on his thighs tightened as you prowled towards him. Not so delicate as you looked, and he knew that too.
Daggett straightened, reaching for you with one hand he gathered fabric and let the silky feel run through his fingers.
“You are gorgeous...” He murmured, blue eyes locked on yours as he reached for the ties; “What about what’s underneath, baby?” His vocalisation purred, and a shake of delight ran up your spine. “Did you buy that for me too?”
“Yes...” Your voice strained to hold back the desire you were feeling as he pulled you closer, and down towards him. Lips grazing the bare skin of your chest, but not quite in a kiss. But your sigh told him that was exactly what you wished it was.
John growled gently to answer you, pulling you onto his right knee.
“Good girl...”
He gathered your hair, pulling it back from your neck and shoulders as his lips grazed your skin again, and your breathing hitched, hands finding his body and clinging to his suit for balance - because the push of his own body into yours certainly wasn’t helping you keep it. Daggett chucked, repeating the phrase, as something a lot more like kisses began to involve teeth.
To that end, your body trembled, and it was too much of a giveaway to what you really wanted. He pulled back to study you, hypnotising blue eyes darkly rimmed with a hint of all the things he wanted to do to you. And possibly would, before the night was through.
He ran his thumb gently over your soft lips and you parted them for him.
He chuckled again, this time a deeper throatier sound; “That’s a good girl... that’s my good girl...” Before he pulled you back to him for a real kiss, harsh and dominating; no matter what you did Daggett would always make you surrender that power to him. Hands sliding to the revealing fabric he pulled back from kissing you, pushing his hips forward to put room between your body and his - it was no secret he wanted to enjoy the view.
John’s hands moved slow, as he removed the fabric from your skin inch by inch. You wanted this dress off as bad as he did, and you knew this was as much to tease you, as it was a turn on for him.
“Oh... baby...” He didn’t even attempt to hide the lust in his voice as the dress fell from your shoulders, revealing the straps of your bralette - crossing over in a variety of colours; standing out against the black. The fabric as sheer as the dress was.
Your voice could barely be raised above a whisper as you watched him with anticipation; “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” He repeated, with a smirk, “Oh, baby, if only you knew how much...” Daggett mixed that growl with just the edge of a tease - you couldn’t help but moan softly at.
John’s hands continued wandering as he pulled the dress down further - and every time his fingertips graced your skin you shivered in obvious delight. As he pushed you back down towards his knee in order to let the dress fall completely to the floor, his fingers keep your hips down – and the contact friction was enough to make you cry out. Half in surprise at the motion, as you reached out to steady yourself against his shoulders – shock of pleasure running through you. This was exactly what Daggett wanted, and he vocalised as such.
You wondered if you’d ever get tired of him saying things like That’s my girl… But when he purred them the way he did, and his lips touched your neck, so soft and yet so sinful, you wondered how you possibly could.
The fabric even teased him with the way it finally fell away from your body; underwear in the same sheer black and rainbow criss-crossed stripes. All a little too much, all exactly what he wanted. And your heels – damn, maybe later tonight he’d let you step on him in those…
Daggett liked it when you were a little more feisty with him, especially when he asked you to be. For now however, you were at his mercy, and he laughed quietly.
“Oh… baby, you’re gorgeous…” John ran his hands smoothly across your thighs, parting your legs a little more across his – he stopped just short of your lingerie, blue eyes intense. “And all for me…” it wasn’t a question, but a statement. And he leant in again to brush his lips to yours, and his hands followed his movement, brushing his thumbs over your underwear – even though you knew it was going to happen it still caused you to jerk and you groaned against his lips, his hands continued the travel – he wasn’t allowing you to have any more than that.
“You are mine.”
When he pulled back his voice was clear and commanding – his eyes icy. Jealousy. Not of anyone in particular – but probably of anyone.
“…I know…” You whispered, “I want to be.”
He didn’t repeat his favourite phrase; but you knew by the glint in Daggett’s eyes he was thinking it. Pulling you back to him his lips found your neck again, tongue rolling sinfully over your skin. You tipped your head back, leaning as much into the kisses he was affording you as you could – you’d craved this feeling all day, you weren’t about to let him stop now.
“J-John… please…”
To respond he traced his hovering fingers upwards and over your bralette – thumbs brushing over your nipples, causing you to shudder, and once again grab fistfuls of his suit. He nipped your skin in protest – yeah it was probably expensive and he didn’t want creases, but what did he expect?
Right now you just wanted it on his bedroom floor.
His hands moved to the entwined multicoloured straps and he released your neck to catch you lips again – fingers lazily slid under the fabric, and he pulled them off your shoulders at a painfully slow rate. You were nearly driven to the point of insanity by now, and you pushed yourself up his thigh just to create friction; that only caused you to gasp into his kiss – and by your shake, he realised just how desperate you were.
Daggett leaned back, eyes searching yours; the concern on his face wasn’t at all genuine, and seemed to mock your desperation;
“Oh… Darling… Is that how bad you want me?”
Whatever answer you gave him would be wrong; so you simply nodded. But he tsk’d, sliding the bralette further down your body.
“Tell me.”
“…Y-Yes…” This time he dragged you across his lap and into his hips. The movement almost threatened for you to come undone right here, but it didn’t happen. Daggett did however wear a smug smirk at the sound you elicited; it was likely the entire house had heard that – and your cheeks burned,
“Good Girl.” He forced his other knee between your legs pulling you into another harsh kiss, before flipping you completely. Your back hit the sheets – and this time he wasn’t being slow and sensual – Daggett just wanted you naked.
His hands moved to his belt buckle and you got your wish of that suit on his floor. Biting your lip gently, even when the hum reverberated in your throat. John pinned you back down, wrists in his hands, it was his kisses that were slower and he teased you with them enough to get you desperate for him again.
“John…”
But you didn’t struggle against his grip, because you knew that wouldn’t lead you anywhere close to getting what you wanted.
“Now be my good girl… and show me…” His voice purred again, one hand tracing back down your body as you wrapped your legs around him; “…Just how bad you want me…”
Hungover in a Hotel Room - John Daggett x Reader (The Dark Knight Rises)
Finale to: If I Didn’t Know Better & Nothing On But The Stars
GIF CREDIT: @ingmarbergmanz Honestly don’t know what I’d do without your Daggett GIFs...
Author’s Note: All ya’ll need is this; Hungover in a Hotel Room - Luke Bryan
In advance, you’re welcome...
@3134045126 @stcphstrange @mfolcore I hope this was worth the THREE week wait from Part.2 😉😉
Premise: You accept his AGM Party invitation... But Daggett wants to invite you into a lot more than that... This was never going to be a one night thing...
Disclaimer: Daggett is not mine. The more I write him, the more I wish he was... This is made up of like... Secretary... Head Canon... Canon lines... Hotel Room signs... I mean, I couldn’t really have asked for any more ammo than I got! I hope it was all worth it!
Words: 7403
Warnings: sex / sub-dom tones / denial (of pretty much everything) / oral / #TheWorks
Look at you stirring in the shadows and sheets
Last night on repeat...
Hey, when you gonna come pick me up?
You always say we're gonna burn it down
If you want it baby, call me back
Call me back, maybe we can hang out
Then it was room 704, hang a sign on the door
Gucci falling on the floor with the lights down low
Dancing in the dark, body killing me
Throwing off sparks
Lay it back baby, anything goes
Spent the whole night last night all messed up, making love
Girl, I swear I've never felt this good
Waking up hungover in a hotel room
There's that smile driving me wild
Call the front desk, late check out request
No, better yet, book it for another night...
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You looked up to the event building with a smirk, wondering if Daggett had built this one too, your heels striking against the stone steps. He’d already ployed you with thinking the hotels were built by him, and his list of construction companies seemed endless as you scrolled through his account on your computer, so it wouldn’t surprise you in the least… Your dress, off shoulder, trailed behind you; you felt like you were appearing at an award ceremony.
The invitation didn’t have a set time to arrive. You’d given it about an hour to get going before arriving. It meant making John Daggett wait. He had invited you because he’d so badly wanted to see you. You could only think of the best response being to make him wait for you.
You handed your invite over and swept into the room. Wondering how many people you could count off from the echelons of Gotham society. It wasn’t a place you knew well, but you knew the people from his company that would visit you. It wasn’t too hard to find them either. And they greeted you warmly enough; you weren’t about to tell them that you’d been invited. OH No – You just happened to be in town! At the office! That’s right!
Would you come down to Daggett Enterprises?! Hahahaha…. You laughed that one off.
Walking around with your expensive glass of champagne you admired the architecture, and artwork that littered the building.
That was when Daggett caught you up. The way he swept around you nonchalantly – you smirked at the way he got too close.
“Do you get some kind of pleasure out of making me wait for you…?”
You smirked again, into your glass, as you took a sip; “No. But I think you do…”
He swept his eyes over you, impressed, and bit his lip “Do I get to take that dress off you tonight?”
Your heart lurched but you held your nerve; “Depends. Do I get to take that suit off of you?”
“Touché…” His eyes swept over the crowd to make sure you’d be alone for a little longer; “...So what do you think?" He meant you were supposed to be impressed with the party. But, you had other ideas.
"I think your investment in Rykin Data was a mistake."
That stopped the smirk on his face, he didn’t want to talk business. But you were at a party for his company so why not? "Oh. Do you? Why’s that?"
"You've had it months. It cost you millions. You've nothing to show for it."
"And how do you know?"
"It's my job to know. I have to stare at those figures every day..."
"So you're here to discredit all my investments? Tell me everything I'm doing is a bad idea?"
"No. But that's my job…"
John opened his mouth to say something clearly sarcastic, but was cut off;
“Y/N!” He sighed, clearly unimpressed that someone else from his company had the nerve to come talk to you “…Hey! I didn’t know you were coming!”
You turned, with a smile, “Caleb! Yeah-! I was in town… So…”
You almost missed the way John rolled his eyes; yeah alright so he knew. That didn’t mean, surely, that he wanted everyone to know that he’d invited you?
You kept talking, with Daggett getting more and more exasperated every single time Caleb decided he had something else to say. You decided to add fuel to the fire. “If you gentlemen will excuse me…”
Daggett’s eyes widened like he couldn’t believe you would just walk away from him, but rounding Caleb and keeping your eyes locked with his you winked. You wanted him to wait for you. And you wanted him to hate every second.
**
You scanned the room for your company’s table. There were some people you recognised who you knew were Gotham based. They waved you over smiling and you approached; next was to find your name. However, someone caught you by the wrist before you could get there.
"Ms. L/N!" You didn't recognise her
"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm Mr. Daggett’s secretary. I believe we've conversed over email but never in person..." She had your colouration. You weren't sure how you felt about that. She gave a warm smile "Apologies, but, Mr. Daggett has requested you sit on our company table this evening." Oh HAD he now.
You let her lead you over to the table, and watched the smile she gave him, and him to her. The way he touched her arm delicately as he thanked her. Hmm... You payed close attention to how he spoke to her and looked at her. Was he trying to make you jealous??
Your place card was opposite his. Of course it was.
Your company table was distinctly male, was he moving you because he was jealous... Or just so he could stare at you like this all night. You sat, surrounded by men, and a few women, (so it was definitely a lad thing; as all of them were also noticeably young males. Who had pretences to flirt with you on occasion this evening already. He’d clearly noticed.) that you sort of had come into contact with. Philip more than anyone. Daggett didn’t usually come to your office with an entourage. But that could just be because he mostly wanted to be alone with you...
His stare was intense, and you couldn’t ever hold it for more than a few seconds at a time. His conversation was minimal unless someone asked him a direct question, then he’d always get you to look at him by asking what you thought. Except on Rykin data – he tactfully avoided you getting a word in edgeways on that subject - although more than a few people lorded praise on him for that purchase. And he soaked every drop of that up because anything to prove you wrong. Those people didn’t have data and facts like you did, though.
You’d been drinking the champagne all night but it was only as Philip asked if you wanted your glass refilling that the label caught your eye;
“Oh I—!!!” He had NOT!! It caused you to do nothing but nod, but upon studying it further as you stuttered through a ‘thank you’ you could feel the heat spread through your cheeks, and just about every spot on your body that he had previously drenched in it. Of course he was serving the champagne he’d poured all over you.
You shivered and hoped you could blame the air conditioning. But your eyes couldn’t resist flicking to him. Although he wasn’t looking at you, that smirk let you know he knew you’d noticed.
Shoot... Was that just to remind you? Or was it an unspoken promise of things to come??
Dinner continued as normal, with the both of you stealing flirtatious glances like it was going out of fashion. It was gratuitous to say the least and you were surprised no one around the table had asked what was going on yet. Unless he’d asked them not to ask... unless they were too scared to ask???
Or they knew? How many of ‘you’ had there been in John Daggett’s life? That wasn’t a thought you liked to dwell on... Considering you still didn’t even know what you were.
You felt your phone buzz in your purse and raised an eyebrow, who would be messaging you at this hour? What could be that important...?
You pulled it out and checked discreetly; JDE - as in Enterprises, in case he ever popped up at work and you could pretend the CEO of the company account would obviously have your personal cell number for work reasons.
‘Good champagne. Huh?’
Your eyes flicked to his and he gave a wink. You shook your head and typed back ‘I wouldn’t know. I think I took a sip.’
‘Wouldn’t matter. It tasted better on you.’
You knew you were going bright red then. What was he doing!?! Good Lord, dinner couldn’t end soon enough… You thought about leaving it at that but the typing bubble reappeared ‘The place cards are pretty good too.’
Huh??? You looked to him with a raised eyebrow, he was leaning on his hand with a smile, his eyes flicking to the place card and back to you.
You hesitated, and then reached for it. Upon picking it up you realised it was heavier than the card it was printed on. Oh-!? You turned it upside down and smirked. That was clever.
Tacked to the underside of your place card was none other than another hotel room key. The numbers that made your heart jump this time; 704. You bit your lip to suppress your smirk. Was this going to become a regular thing? You delicately untacked it, inconspicuously, and placed it and your cell back in your bag. But not before typing back ‘Oh. The place cards are the best part of tonight...’
You watched Daggett read the text and look back to you with a smile and then it was your turn to give him a seductive wink.
**
You waited patiently for the elevator. This was one of his buildings, right? You bit your lip as you heard his footsteps behind you: you didn't dare turn around... Your body had been in anticipation of this moment for far too long this evening.
John traced his fingertips up the back of your dress and you ached for him to be touching your skin instead. The elevator arrived, and suddenly he grabbed you, turning you around, you gasped as he slammed you into the back.
"What the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea how you make me feel? Talking to all those other men? It's my account you're working on don't forget that… Then you have the nerve to embarrass me by telling me that I've wasted my money on Rykin Data??" Oh. So he was jealous and mad at you for nothing.
"Well it wa-" you didn't get your sentence out before he crashed his lips roughly onto yours. It caused you to groan, but the kiss didn’t last nearly as long as you needed it to. He let you go, glaring at you;
"Sorry I didn't catch that."
"I'm sorry." He stepped backwards and set the lift so it would stop at one floor and one floor only. Then he rounded on you again,
"Sorry? You think that's good enough?"
He made your heart jump in your chest "I won't do it again."
Daggett smiled, placing his hands back on you "That's a good girl... Now I want you to behave for the rest of the night do you understand?" His lips ghosted yours and you could barely resist the whine. You craved more than that and he knew it.
"Yes." you were almost breathless
"Yes, what?" He was staring at you hard again. Oh? What was this? Was he going for some kind of power play?
"Yes, Sir." You gave him what he wanted anyway
"Good girl." yeah right. You'd be damned if he thought you were going to call him that all evening. You didn't work for him. You weren't his secretary!
**
He kept behind you all the way to room 704… Just close enough to send tension running through you, but far enough away that it made your body throb in agony. Your anticipation for the evening was barely sated by ONE kiss in an elevator. In fact, that entire interaction promised so much.
You stopped outside the room and held the key card delicately between your fingers. He placed his hand over yours; close enough now for you to feel his breath on the back of your neck. Your skin tingled; the shake running your body wasn’t of fear… It wasn’t because you were nervous. It was everything that WASN’T that. The door flashed a tiny green light and you opened it, swallowing hard, because he was still so close…
You stepped inside. As before, the room was set up with dimmed lights but every blind was open. The view of the Gotham skyline just as gorgeous as the view of your own had been. You gasped gently, and instinctively walked over to the window. You’d been to Gotham maybe once or twice before… But you’d never seen it like this.
You almost forgot the reason you were here as your eyes flicked from building to building; how many of these had Daggett’s construction companies built? You’d read about every single one of them, but you’d never seen them. He got to see his work every single day. And from what he’d said, you were currently standing in another one.
He snapped you from your string of thoughts, back so close you could see his reflexion next to yours in the glass; “Impressed?”
You could only assume then, that they were nearly all his, “…I read about them so often. I don’t ever see them…”
“…Is that a yes?”
You smirked, rather than answering his question. Then bit your lip; "Why do you look at her like that? Does she like playing these games too? Or will she not and that's why you have me?”
There was a moment of hesitation as it clicked in his mind that you were referring to his secretary. Daggett growled, pushing you up against the glass "Is that what this is to you? A game? Because it sounds more like you’re jealous..."
Maybe he was right. Maybe. But you certainly weren’t about to say that “No. Of what?”
He wanted back in control, and now."…What if I undressed you here... Where all of Gotham can see you?"
You couldn't help but grin; "What, so you can see what it feels like to be jealous too?"
That only made you gasp as he pushed you further against the window "Careful." With the way he has you pressed against the glass you can barely breathe, “Don’t test me darling.” His voice held the growl “You won’t come out of it well...”
You couldn’t help but let out a breathless groan. And he chuckled so you knew he’d heard it. He released his grip on you enough to afford you breathing room, his hands travel upwards from your thighs, his fingertips gliding with enough pressure to leave your skin tingling under your dress... F***... you swallowed hard. This time he was in control. And you better not question it.
He ghosted his hands up your back until he reached the zip. He pulled it, almost sensually – letting his fingertips graze your skin as he worked it down. That was enough to leave you whining again.
Daggett opened up your dress, studying your back, the curve of your spine... you had good posture and he liked that. Obedience... you listened to rules. Good, he’d be introducing you to a few of his own. His hands were gentle as he traced your shoulders, placing a chaste kiss against your temple as he slid your dress to the floor. John pulled you further away from the window and cleared his throat.
“Blinds.” Immediately the whole room was closed off from the world and the light that illuminated the room was the same as he’d used with you before. You were right, he was jealous that anyone else would get to see you - else you’d put the idea in his head. Did it even matter if you had? You were glad you weren’t facing him as you smirked again.
This time as he ran his hands up you he was rough, the pressure he placed on you harder as he grabbed you possessively. You gasped as Daggett’s hands ran lower than they should have, pulling you close enough to press himself up against you. You groaned again. Sh*t you wanted him. NOW!
Why did you get the feeling you’d be waiting on that wish?
“F***... Darling... Listen to yourself...” His voice was husky and it only served to turn you on even more. You were painfully aware of what you sounded like... he was extremely unvocal.
He went back to kissing you, his teeth grazing your neck every so often in a way that let you know that eventually they would turn into the same bites you had previously been so receptive to. One hand continued to wander under your underwear. And you pushed back into him with a sudden jolt. Oh god... oh god... John...!!
You weren’t sure if he groaned because of that or because you were so ready for him and he knew it. “Good girl...” he breathed against your skin, pulling at his tie “You’re my good girl...” You pushed your hips into his fingers causing him to chuckle “Now, now Darling don’t get greedy...” Sh*t! Could his voice GET any sexier?!
You couldn’t help it, you were so damn close, you wanted this, you wanted his body on yours. You cried out again. You couldn’t help that it was his name all over your lips.
“John...!! F***...!! JOHN...!!”
Apparently that wasn’t good enough, you were almost seeing the same stars he’d seen all over your body when he removed his fingers harshly. Causing you to whimper again. Again?! He’d done this last time!!! You were frustrated and you clearly let him know it. Daggett held you strong in his other arm as he licked his fingers clean;
“I told you before darling...” His body gave a soft shiver of delight that you could feel “... There is no fun in finishing you so soon...” He smirked, kissing your face gently again “Besides, you taste so f**king good...”
So why couldn’t he finish you twice? Three times?! Come on John!!! Once is no fun!!
This time he took your wrists in his hands. “Tell me if this is too tight, darling...”
If what was too - OH! Suddenly you felt his silk tie wrapping around your wrists. So that was his game. He needed to be in control, and he needed to deny you everything you wanted.
He pulled and knotted it; “Is that okay?”
You pulled against the restraint. Tight enough so you couldn’t escape, but it wasn’t painful. “Yes...”
He turned your face to his and kissed you again gently “Good girl. Now you’re going to do exactly as I say, do you understand.”
You didn’t miss a beat “Yes sir.”
He smirked, and bit his lip “Mmm... you’re a very good girl, aren’t you?”
“...Yes...”
He nodded in agreement and swept you off the floor, carrying you to the bed. He was strangely delicate as he lay you on the sheets. And his hands ran tenderly over your skin. That almost juxtaposed everything... You were clearly visibly confused.
“Is that comfortable?” His question surprised you, even though his voice still held that authoritative tone. You wiggled gently around for a minute and relaxed;
“Yes.”
“Good. Because I want you to be comfortable...” Daggett tilted his head, hands still on you soothingly “... You’ve never done anything like this before, am I right?”
You shook your head, he knew that. You thought he was asking to be polite. He nodded “Then, Darling, you are going to have to tell me if there is anything you don’t like. Okay? Please stop me... the last thing I want to do is hurt you...”
You raised an eyebrow “Don’t we need like... a safe word?”
He tipped his head; well he wasn’t aiming to go that far - but then you didn’t know what he was planning so the question was warranted.
“Sure. We can have a safe word...”
You couldn’t help your tiny smirk “Champagne.”
He raised an eyebrow “Champ-” then snorted “Oh. Right-! Yeah... How’d you know I wasn’t about to do that again?” You were observant enough to know the only alcohol bottle in this room was whisky. Your eyes flicked to the table, he followed. “My, my... good and observant...” he turned back to you, leaning in to kiss you gently “I guess you deserve a reward for that my darling...” but he smirked, pulling back “Not yet. Though. Patience is a virtue after all.”
Oh f**king come ON Daggett..!!!
He stood again and crossed to the table... pouring himself a glass. He better not be thinking of pouring what appeared to be blue label all over you too...! He downed the glass and slid something else off the table, walking back to you. “Tell me. Tell me what it says.” Against the growl in his voice you weren’t really sure you wanted to disobey him,
“I’m tied up.” The smirk on his face was lethal
“Good girl.” He left you to put it on the door handle “And now the whole world knows it.”
He waltzed back and you realised that you once again wouldn’t be taking that suit of his off... probably...
He slid himself out of his suit jacket and threw it on the back of a chair. Okay, that was a better start than before...
He ran a hand through his near dark hair and knelt up in front of you. His eyes locked on yours and you couldn’t look away. This was it. He was in complete control now, you had a safe word and his express permission to tell him if you didn’t like anything he did... Your breathing hitched slightly, what would happen if you disobeyed him?
That thought was sure exciting but... You wanted this. You knew you wanted this. And if you didn’t do as he wanted you too... it was much more likely you wouldn’t get what you wanted.
He leant back over you, pushing your legs apart slightly with his own, snapping your bra clasp and relieving you of it he travelled his hands down and slid your underwear down your legs. He growled gently; everything about your body was telling him how ready you were for him. You looked tense though, in anticipation he would guess, but that wasn’t what he wanted.
“Darling... relax...” he ran his hands back to your inner thighs, making you wimpier, this wasn’t relaxing!!
This time he slid his fingers into you with another satisfied hum and you were back on that high from a few minutes ago. It was only then when you realised why he’d tied your hands up, because your wrists hurt; you realised how much you were straining to break free. F***!!! NO!!! no—! John please—-!!!
His smirk was back as he leant over your body, he picked up his pace; “...Mmm... Careful Darling... I wouldn’t want you hurting yourself...” his voice was seductive and it was killing you.
He added his thumb, pressed up hard against your sweet spot and your body lurched into his, eyes wide. Oh Geez—! John!! He better actually finish what he started his time!!
That only made him chuckle, but he called you a Good Girl again; making you feel like you must be doing something right.
The intense heated pressure built again and this time your moan was breathless. God you were close, so close...
You closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip; you took a deep breath in… This was too much. Too much-!
“Darling, don’t. Don’t hold back… God you’re so beautiful…” The way he growled it, the intense look in his eyes as your reopened yours – and the way his fingers pushed on you just that little bit harder was it. You groaned, arching your body back upwards into his, but he leaned just far enough away to deny you the contact you wanted as you fell into copious ecstasy.
He kissed your stomach gently, then travelled his kisses upwards to your lips. With his body pressed up against yours like this you could feel his heart racing through his shirt. Ah-! So you were having an effect on him.
You pushed your hips upwards to grind against his; causing him to bite your lip and then growl, again. He pulled back, and didn’t look too pleased, and you knew you were smirking and shouldn’t have been.
“No.” He straightened to kneeling again, “What did I say?”
Again his voice compelled your answer “You told me to be a good girl.”
He nodded “Exactly. And that wasn’t very good now, was it?” His eyes whispered promises that you could only imagine and sent another shiver up your spine. So he would make you pay for that.
Daggett ran his hands to his shirt buttons, and continued to watch your reaction as he slowly undid them, one by one. It felt like minutes between one and the next and the way he opened his shirt ever so slightly. It was teasing; and it made you whine again. That’s what he wanted, he wanted you to vocalise your feelings for him. Your wrists strained against his tie again; because he knew how desperately you wanted to rip this shirt from him.
He chuckled again “Tell me what you want...”
“…I….I want… I… Want…”
“Go on, tell me…”
“…I want you…”
He smirked; “Want doesn’t get.”
Well, screw him then! On that thought, you already kinda were…
He slid his shirt down his arms and this time, because you weren’t really able to do much else, you allowed yourself to marvel at his muscle structure. His lines were all soft, toned just enough to make you think he might leisurely work out at weekends. Unless it was just all the great sex you assumed he was having... like this? How often did he do this? And with who else...? The thought made you jealous and want him even more.
Something must have crossed your face because when he got to his belt he addressed you again “Whatever you’re thinking, stop it.” The buckle clinked as it hit the floor.
“Darling, enjoy it... I want you to enjoy it... enjoy me...” Well you thought that was easier said than done considering!
And even though he’d told you to stop, you still couldn’t help but wonder… And he hadn’t exactly answered you about his secretary…
He was undressed by the time you looked back to his face, and he tipped his head as he placed his hands either side of your waist; “…What?”
You decided it was best to not answer that; “Nothing.”
He narrowed his eyes slowly, and you knew he didn’t believe you… Leaning forward he kissed you gently “…Noone else matters. If it’s you that I want.” So, he was allowed to say want then. “And it IS you I want… right now.”
He dragged your legs down the bed towards his; and you couldn’t help but gasp as he forced your hips to widen for him.
This time when moved in you he was rougher. One movement that barely gave you enough time to adjust. And that was purposeful, because of the way you reacted, tipping your head back you moaned and your brain begged your hands to go something… ANYTHING… That knot was damn good by all accounts because at this point you were sure you wouldn’t know your own strength.
Daggett watched your reaction more than just satisfied. Placing his hands on your thighs he encouraged you to cross your legs behind his so he could burry himself as deep inside you as possible. That only caused you to moan again. And he waited for you, for your breathing to regulate itself again, for you to accustom yourself to him again. Because you felt so good. Of course you did. He hadn’t doubted that. He had ached for this for months. And there was nothing like the real thing, he didn’t need anyone else, he needed you. You would be the only one who could satisfy him, but only if he could satisfy you.
Your body was beyond all sane thought and feeling; it craved him. Every piece of him. And right now it yearned for Daggett to have his way with you however he wanted. No matter how it also wanted you to strain against your bindings, it wanted him to make you senseless. To be louder than you ever had been before. The anticipation of what he was about to do to you was enough to almost send you back over the edge. And you bit your lips together, but that didn’t stop the groan that rose from your chest. F***… And you knew it was loud. And you couldn’t help it and you didn’t CARE.
He placed his hands either side of you again, and with his body this close to yours you had to look at him.
“J-John…” He hadn’t even moved and you already felt breathless.
He gave a shake of his head, “Remember what I said, Darling. There is no fun in finishing you too early…” There was that delightful little smirk again “So don’t you dare.”
**
“That’s my good girl... my very good girl...Now let me do something for you...” Hadn’t he just?! He ghosted his lips over yours and this time trailed them back down your body, parting your legs even further than they already were.
Oh- F*** - again?! John—!!
He stopped just at your hips and waited. You could feel his breath against your skin and it tingled. Was he waiting for you to say ok?! Surely not. Or was he simply teasing you again? He wanted you to ask him to do it? You flicked your eyes back to him and his now dark blue eyes were staring back.
Yes, he was.
“...J-John... please...” your voice was still shaky from your last high.
He smirked. Placing one last kiss against your inner thigh... You couldn’t help but become vocal again; F***!! You arched your back. Oh god—! Oh god-! Oh god-!
It wasn’t like you hadn’t realised why he’d tied your wrists but... F***!!! You wanted to grab anything... sheets? His hair... Really dig your nails into him but no...! You couldn’t! At least not in a way that would be comfortable.
“—John—!!!” You couldn’t help but groan his name. Eyes closed tight in bliss. It wasn’t like you’d never done this before; but this way?!? You were so hyper aware of everything you couldn’t do that you so desperately wanted to do, everything he did was suddenly more intense. And you were barely down let alone relaxed... Was his denial before on purpose? Because it made you so desperate for him to do it, that now he was affording you as much pleasure as possible… One after the other, your body was now so completely at his mercy - and you weren’t so sure you wanted him to be merciful.
“John—! Please-!” You were back at the point of asking him to do something, but not being so sure what it was. You knew you wanted more and more and more of him... and if you were truthful right now, you weren’t sure you even cared how you got it...
Suddenly you found yourself lacking for air and your body trembled, heat rushing from your head to between your thighs.
One thing for sure, whatever he was capable of. Whatever this was... it was giving you the most intense gratification of your life. Geez, why hadn’t anyone else ever tried this??! Why hadn’t you ever asked anyone to try this??! Maybe it was because you would have ever been too shy to ask... This was a specific kind of exploration. It made you glad to think he’d probably done this before. That experience didn’t make you jealous of anyone else... it made you feel safe.
He let you come down gently. Watching the way your breathing regulated itself. How every so often you would almost shiver. He ran his fingertips gently over your legs and stomach - the lightest of touches to let you know he was still there. That he would be patient.
Once you were at a point he felt safe to leave you for a moment he kissed your forehead gently “See... That’s my good girl... Catch your breath. Darling. I’ll be back...”
You needed to do a whole lot more than catch your breath...
Daggett came back with a glass of water; “Do you want me to untie you for a minute? Are you okay? Aches? Pains? Don’t worry about vocalising it, that’s exactly what a safe word is for...” he set the glass down. You rolled your shoulders gently, but shook your head. You felt okay... everything felt okay... you gave a reassuring smile.
But by the look on his face that also wasn’t good enough; “Say it. Darling. Out loud.”
“Yes. I’m fine.”
He gave a nod “Good girl.” He stood to refill his own glass with whisky and came back, “Don’t ever be afraid to say it. There is no other way I’m going to know...” He gathered you in his arms and took the glass. “You sure?”
“Yes.” He was glad your voice accompanied the nod.
“Ah—! She is a quick learner.” He gave a wink, tipping the glass so you could drink, his other hand caressed, causing another delightful shiver to run your body.
The water was just what you needed without you realising it. And you were more than grateful. He set the glass down again, reaching to gently rub your shoulders as you continued to catch your breath.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. I’m aware of your experience, is all... you don’t know what you don’t know...”
It felt better with him doing this... but it still wasn’t painful; “Thank you...”
His smile was almost gentle “Good, better?”
“... Yes sir...”
The smile turned to a smirk; “Good girl.” Daggett ran his hands to your wrists to make sure that there weren’t problems there either. And satisfied that you were all set he made sure you finished the glass.
Your body was on a new level of high, he knew. And it had much to get used to, things it had probably never done or been subject to before this very moment. The pleasure was as much obvious to him as anything else. But he was more concerned with your body’s reaction to the pain... Would it convert that pain to pleasure or not?
He didn’t have any qualms, you seemed to be doing well so far... It was time for him to take it up a notch and see if you still felt the same way. After all, isn’t this what you both wanted? He knew it was amongst the main reasons he’d invited you.
He gave you one last gentle kiss before he pulled your legs; you gasped as your back hit the sheets again.
Your eyes looked back into his; they were back to that lustful dark blue, and your breath hitched. Now what? How did he manage to switch between the two on the turn of a dime? Why was it so damn sexy? You couldn’t help but feel yourself getting turned on once again and you knew you weren’t the only one by the way he leaned closer, trailing a finger down from your collar bone;
“Darling, are you ready for round two?”
Wait- what did he just say!?!
You’d shot to the galaxy and back twice in quick succession... you were certain that it wouldn’t stop at three...
**
The fact that he was just as breathless as you made you think that you’d done well for yourself. He kissed your forehead gently.
“You ok?”
“Yes...” It was about all you could manage, and it was the truth. He wound his arms around you and gently pulled at his tie, undoing it. It was only then that you realised how much your wrists hurt, and they throbbed a little.
Daggett took your wrists in his hands and studied the red marks; “S***... That was a little too tight I’m sorry...” He took one in his hands and rubbed it softly, helping circulation set back in; “It’s your first time I should have been more careful…”
“You asked if it was too tight. It wasn’t, it was comfortable...”
“Still... with you straining and two rounds tied up...” Though he smiled gently, “That’s impressive...” but John knew it was his job to make sure you were okay... His hands moved from your wrists down to your legs, and you winced. Making him sigh again;
“I’m sorry...”
“Stop being sorry.”
“Darling. It is my job to make sure you are safe...”
“I had a safe word...”
“So you should have used it.”
“I didn’t want to.”
“Darling I don’t want to hurt you. You have limits... Take this slow. Please...” He kissed your forehead again gently as he continued to soothe you. The skin on your thighs nearly all the way up to your hips was red, and smarted… But to you it still felt so f**king good… And even with Daggett caressing your skin now to work the pain away, you couldn’t help but let out a gentle moan. He wasn’t very good at hiding his tiny smug smirk either.
“Stay here a moment... don’t move...” He whispered it against your skin before kissing your shoulder gently. For one he didn’t want you to move until you really had to; your body needed to recover from what you had both just put it through. He grabbed the glass back off the night stand to a soft whine from you;
“Come back..!”
He chuckled “I will... but I also know you need to hydrate...” You sighed softly watching him walk into the bathroom. It may have been true you’d never done this, and you didn’t know too much about it. But John was obviously eager to explore as much as he could with you if that was what you wanted... You did know a thing or two about what his role was in aftercare... You stretched out, suddenly aware of just how tired your body was. There wasn’t a lot of you that didn’t ache. But some of it was a sweet ache... and you were plenty happy about that.
When Daggett returned with the glass you’d already drifted off. He sighed, laughing softly. He wasn’t surprised... you’d just taken a hell of a lot. His one-night proposal back home wouldn’t have adequately prepared you for this.
He moved quietly as he placed the glass on your side of the bed with a note “Drink this.”
Before he sat for a few minutes with a glass of his own and watched you. He wondered if you’d leave again like last time...
So he had to watch you whilst he could... John wasn’t wrong, you were so beautiful...
He took you back in his arms gently, and with the minimalist of movements he checked your body for anything else that might need to be called to his attention. Always better to be safe than sorry.
You looked fine; Daggett was content he’d dealt with the rest of it. If you did stay then at least he could really make sure your body had made a recovery; or had revealed the extent of the damage... He expected you might have a few bruises....
Daggett cuddled you close to him, his body wrapped around yours protectively, and ran a hand through your hair. Whispering praises gently against your skin again. It wasn’t that he had never wanted this... The way that almost innocent flirting had built to something much more seductive in your office... He’d just never imagined this would actually be happening. And he was more than just grateful for you.
***
John Daggett realised how much he must have put you through when he also woke before you. The blinds let enough light through for it to gently fall across your form; he tenderly moved your hair from your face and smiled. He was still right, you were so gorgeous. He wasn’t saying it as a part of his evening; he wasn’t saying anything but the truth. And now he got to see you in soft morning sunlight – He could get used to this. He could get used to waking up next to you…
As long as you knew that not every evening had to play out the way the previous one had… As long as you were safe and loved and okay…
Daggett was glad you hadn’t woken up and left him yet, as you had before. Because now he got to know exactly what this felt like… He re-wrapped his arms around you and touched his forehead to yours lightly, making sure that you still wouldn’t be able to escape…
When you woke up you were enveloped in his arms. It wasn’t a gesture you had really expected from him. John’s eyes were so beautiful in the lighting of the room; and kind. With the way he was watching you… His arms were safe, and warm…
You couldn’t help but blush gently and almost giggle.
“What..?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and you couldn’t hold the look he was giving you. You shook your head, feeling the blush creep down the rest of your body. You bowed your head and buried your face in your pillow.
He chuckled and gathered you to his chest instead “…What? Darling? Tell me…”
“…You…” You mumbled, placing your hands so you could feel his heartbeat “…Just… You…”
Daggett raised an eyebrow; but you weren’t sure you could so eloquently explain it… From last night to this morning he was being so nice to you. It wasn’t that you didn’t think he was capable; it was just so different to what you’d seen. You realised quickly that it wouldn’t always be like this. He had a side that was like that, that wanted you to be nothing more than completely submissive and powerless to everything he did. But he also had this side… Did that mean, on occasion, Daggett would make love to you? Real love…?
Did he expect you to stay, or expect you to leave him? …Did he WANT you to stay?
He certainly wanted you to come all the way here to Gotham…
You rolled in John’s arms for a moment to look around the room again; pulling them further around you. He reached for your arms and you let him take your hands in his and he rubbed your wrists gently, still slightly red and sore from his tie. “I’m sorry…Darling I’m sorry… Are you okay…?” You nodded; you were sure… Sure that you were… He nuzzled your face gently in the silence, and kissed your shoulder; "Quit..."
"Hmm?" Where did that come from?
"Quit your job... Work for me..."
"I do work for you." Kinda.
"No... Actually... Come work for me..." He ran his fingers through your hair "Move to Gotham..."
Now that was a bad idea. “John… I can’t just up and leave…”
“Philip can find you something… I’ll find you something… There’s gotta be something you want to do, in all the companies I own.”
“Who is gonna look after your account as good as me?”
“Who is going to look after ME as good as you.”
You rolled back to him, kissing him gently “John… I can’t… I want to stay but…”
“Then stay…” He whispered it softly; pulling your body closer to his. His hands running in soothing circles over every part of you that ached. How did he know? You guessed… It was his job to know… Right? If he was going to hurt you, he had to know how to care about you afterwards.
“John… I…”
“Not forever… Darling just…” His kissed your fingertips “…One more night.”
“Hmm?” But he could tell by the look on your face that you were intrigued by the notion of one more night with him, like this…
You bit your lip; that stirred something within you already – “Ok.”
He laughed; keeping one arm around you he reached over the nightstand and picked up the phone – Oh…
“Hello? Yeah, this is John Daggett room 704…” You watched the smirk on his face as he ran his hands through your hair and over your bare shoulders, pressing another kiss to your forehead “…I’d like to book this room for another night, please.” He looked back to you with a wink “…Better make it a late check out too…”
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I HOPE it was well worth the wait 😘😉
Pretty sure in this situation he does, Bane. Yeah.
Can we talk about Daggett with his striped suit and checked shirt/tie combo... What even...? TAKE IT OFF!!!
