I just read trust and I'm wondering if you could write bottom!bruce wayne?
"LONG DAY"
Bruce Wayne welcomes some much-needed release.
warnings: sub!bruce, oral (m receiving), praise, use of sweetheart, use of baby, use of love, swallowing cum
word count: around 550
Bruce Wayne was stoic; a man made of stone and gravel. However, in the comfort of his own manor, and in your arms, his resolve seemed to fade.
Your mouth traced along his neck, the muscles twitching under the heat. “Long day, baby?” Your breath fanned across his soft skin. He gave no real answer, only a soft hum. You continued your actions, paying little attention to his lack of response. A low groan escaped from his lips as you sucked on the sensitive skin. His large hands found your waist to shift you further on top of him. Bruce’s body was solid, even under the full weight of your body. You could feel him hard beneath you. “Poor thing.”
His face flushed subtly, a pale red gracing his face. “Sweetheart… go easy.” The words were meek, not a true command.
You smiled down at him, your fingers already fumbling with his belt. “I’ll go easy if you’re good for me.” The belt finally gave way, allowing you to undo the button and zipper of his dress pants. “You promise to be good?” You questioned.
He nodded, “Always.” His hips lifted from the sheets, making it easier for you to remove his pants and boxers fully. Your hands drifted down his body, settling on his hip bones. His eyes tracked your movements, half-lidded and filled with desire. “If you’d stop teasing, my love.” Your thumbs swiped idly at the skin, a motion that would normally be soothing, but currently threw Bruce further into a pit of lust.
“Just taking my time…” You leaned down to place a kiss on the tip of his dick. His hips bucked, following the sensation. Your grip on his hips tightened. “Don’t be impatient.” You licked a long, slow stripe down the center of his length. You could feel him twitch against your tongue.
“Mmph-” His head tossed back against the silk pillows. Your name left him like a prayer; a plea to keep going. You welcomed him into your mouth, lips wrapping tightly around him. “A-ah… fuck.” The sounds tore from his throat, voice deep and full of gravel.
Your hand filled in the space you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You gave light squeezes to his dick, each one met with a shallow thrust of his hips. Your head bobbed, a steady pace being set. He twitched in your mouth, hot and heavy with the need for release. “Ngh… sweetheart!” You moaned along his length. The vibrations from your noises traveled down his length, sending hot white flashes of pleasure throughout his body. His fingers curled into the damp sheets below him. “Shit- I’m so close.” He whimpered out your name.
The knot of pleasure was quickly unwinding within him. His hips bucked into your mouth, back arching off the bed. “Ah- mph!” Noises spilled from Bruce’s lips as he came with one final thrust. His thighs racked with spasms, the muscles straining and twitching. “Nghhh…”
You released him from your mouth with a soft hum. You lifted your hand to your mouth, swiping him from your chin. “Open up, baby.” He followed your command, jaw opening slackly. You slipped your forefinger into his mouth. “So good for me.” You grinned at him.
“Thank you, my love.”
sorry if this is rough, i came out of haitus to write this real quick lmao
It was a test of strength for Selina to keep her hands to herself. Sitting in the back of the limousine, she kept eyeing the buttons on Bruce’s shirt, wondering if the driver would notice if she ripped them from their threads to tear his shirt open.
Instead, she settled for placing a hand on his thigh and squeezing. Bruce, who’d been distracted looking at the city lights outside the window, turned to face her. He gave her a flustered smile and pressed a hand on top of hers.
It was past midnight and the two were riding home from Selina’s birthday party. Well, hers in the sense that it was to celebrate her special day. But anyone who’d been involved in the planning may have mistaken it for Bruce’s, given the money and time he devoted to putting the whole thing together. He rented out a ballroom in Gotham’s finest hotel and ordered a whole catering staff to serve champagne and slices from a towering German chocolate cake. And of course, he sent out invitations to every Gotham elite who knew the Waynes and had money to burn on presents.
The evening had been a champagne-bubble blur of twinkling lights and twinkling people. Selina couldn’t recall the exact names and faces of the attendees, with the exception of one Pamela Lillian Isley and one Dr. Harleen Quinzel. The rest of them were a homogenous group of rich people discussing their private jets and nannies.
Then, of course, there was also the paparazzi. For months, every press hound in Gotham was trying to puzzle together who this mysterious “Selina Kyle” was. A woman who seemingly appeared from nowhere and yet managed to ensnare the notoriously reclusive Bruce Wayne.
Indeed, the prince of the city was never known as a partying playboy, even with his money and good looks. But somehow, this woman whose name had never before been uttered in elite circles, now waltzed through the city, through clubs and dinners and parties, with the Wayne heir trailing behind her like a prized dog on a leash.
Selina could already picture what the magazine pages would look like tomorrow. Bruce, dressed in his most impeccable tuxedo, and on his arm was his mystery woman. Selina, with a black mini dress, decorated with diamond jewelry, and, most salaciously, a pair of leather boots that stretched up to her thighs
Who was this woman? Was she a socialite from another city? An up-and-coming actress or model? No one in Gotham had heard of her and yet Bruce Wayne had made it his mission that the city’s elite attend her birthday celebration and shower her with gifts.
If they knew the truth, that Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle were Gotham’s most feared vigilante and notorious car burglar…
Why, the press would eat the story alive.
“I hope you had fun tonight,” Bruce told her.
Selina gave him a smile and squeezed his thigh again. Bruce’s breath hitched a little.
“It was perfect,” she said. Then, she treated herself to a kiss on his cheek. “For a hermit, you throw quite a party, Mr. Wayne.”
Bruce dropped his shy smile to his lap, his face flushing pink. The limo pulled up to the front of Wayne Tower and the white-gloved chafferer saw them out.
“The presents will be delivered inside the house tomorrow morning,” Bruce told her.
By presents, he meant the boxes of jewelry, clothes, and wine Serena had received from their guests. None of the wealthy Gothamites knew enough about Selina to guess what she liked, so they simply gave whatever looked expensive and useful enough. Not that Selina minded. Half the gifts on the table were from Bruce anyway, and he knew her personal wishlist better than anyone.
“Why tomorrow morning?” Selina asked as they stepped into the elevator.
Bruce pressed the button for the top-floor penthouse.
“I figured you wouldn’t want any assistants…bothering us right after the party,” he said.
He bashfully kept away his gaze when he said those words, but Selina knew what he meant. They had both managed to politely keep their hands off each other the whole evening. But now they were alone, the judgemental eyes of the stuffy, conservative elite were gone.
Which meant now, Selina had the Prince of Gotham all to herself.
Selina reached a hand over and slid into Bruce’s back pocket. He froze stiff as every nerve in his body was directed at her touch. She gave his backside a squeeze, not too tight, but enough he could feel the prick of her long, sharp nails in his tender flesh.
She leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear.
“You look so handsome in that suit,” she said.
Her breath was warm on Bruce’s skin and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He gulped.
“Thank you,” he said.
Selina chuckled and brushes her lips just by the crook of his neck. Bruce’s eyes fluttered shut and his blood rushed hot inside of him.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” she said. “And I just couldn’t help but picture what you’ll look like when I get you out of it.” She flicked her eyes up and down him. “I’ll unwrap you then tie you up with a bow. I’ll be like a little girl on Christmas morning.”
Selina’s tightened her grip on Bruce’s behind and his breath hitched. She pulled him closer until he was pressed against her. Bruce’s heartbeat quickened in his ears and his face flushed hot.
Selina smoothed her free hand up his spine to the back of his head. She pulled him into a kiss, and all the while her hand teased him in his back pocket. Bruce whimpered into her mouth and melted into her. The Cat was hungry, savoring him and growling into his mouth, biting his lips, curling his tongue, and who was he to resist her?
The elevator dinged when they arrived at the penthouse. Selina pulled Bruce by his tie towards the bedroom. Alfred had been sent away on vacation, so it was just the two of them with all of Wayne Tower to themselves.
Once they were inside, Selina shut and locked the door behind them. Her mind was already racing with what to do to him first, her hands itching to rip those buttons from his shirt.
But then, Bruce’s voice interrupted her.
“Selina,” he said.
She turned to face Bruce, who had his eyes on the floor and his hands wringing nervously. He was always at least a little shy around her, but right now he seemed particularly preoccupied.
“Yes, kitten?” she asked.
“I…have one last gift for you,” he said.
Selina raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
“I think I’ve lost count of how many gifts you’ve given me,” she said. “Between the party and everything else…
Selina shook her head.
“I’m going to bankrupt you one day, Mr. Wayne,” she said.
Bruce gave her a small smile.
“It would be an honor and a privilege to be bankrupted by you, Miss Kyle,” he said.
Bruce approached the closet and swung open the double doors. He and Selina had been living together long enough that half the walk-in space had been taken up by her things. Bruce turned to his side and reached for something hidden under a neatly folded pile of shirts on the top shelf.
He pulled out a package wrapped in black paper with a silver ribbon and bow. Selina eyed it as he stepped out of the closet.
Bruce dropped down to his knees on the carpet and presented the gift to her.
“For you, Selina,” he said. He lifted his eyes up to her. “The mistress of my heart, and the keeper of all my secrets.”
Selina took the box in her hand and then sat back down on the bed. Bruce kneeled patiently in front of her as she gently unwrapped the box. It was so meticulously wrapped, with such fine paper and ribbon, that Selina almost felt bad tearing it.
Under the paper was a crisp white box with a lid. Selina balanced it on her lap and lifted it open.
Inside was a swath of dark, prickled fur. Selina took in her hands and lifted it up. It was a coat. A long, sable coat with a silky blood-red interior lining.
“Oh…” Selina said.
She lifted the coat up by the collar. She looked it over, examining the way the light caught on the fine end of the hairs, almost glittering like stars in a night sky.
“Do you like it?” Bruce asked in a small, childlike voice.
Selina traced her hand along the rich, black fur. If lullabies had a texture, it would have been that coat, because Selina could imagine herself falling asleep in such softness.
“I love it,” she said. Then, she paused. “It’s not real, is it?”
Bruce shook his head.
“No,” he said. “It’s faux fur. The finest in the world. As close in look and feel as it can be without hurting an animal.”
That eased Selina. She wouldn’t have been able to tell from a first glance. The material was as luscious as the fur on her cats. It was nearly impossible to tell that it didn’t come from an animal.
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
Selina had an abundance of expensive gifts from Bruce, many from that night alone. But there was something about this coat that felt more decadent than any gold rings or new cars he could ever buy her.
She set the box aside and stood so she could unfurl the coat. It was long down to her knees. Winter was coming to Gotham and she would need something heavy to keep her warm when she and Bruce went out on cold days.
Bruce carefully rose back to his feet. His eyes flicked up and down the coat. He nibbled at his bottom lip.
“Do you want to try it on?” he asked.
Selina knew the question just underneath that: Would you like me to put it on you?
“I would,” she said.
She passed to the coat Bruce, who held it with the delicacy of a rare gemstone. Selina turned her back to him.
Bruce gently placed the coat on Selina’s shoulders. Her arms slid down into the sleeves and for a moment Bruce was so close to her that his mouth barely brushed her hair. His nose filled with her perfume and he shivered.
“Fits like a glove,” Selina said. She adjusted the furs into her shoulders and ran her hands down the front pockets.
Bruce didn’t move. He kept his hands on her shoulders, the prickles of the fur between his fingers. It wasn’t real animal material, but with Selina’s warm, beautiful flesh underneath, it breathed and hummed with life.
He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
Selina turned around and Bruce felt a cold spot on his hands when he released her. She turned and gave him a smile.
“How do I look?” she asked.
She gave the long coat a twirl and Bruce watched the way the dark fur flourished around her legs, encased in the tall black leather.
He suddenly felt a strange feeling pass over him. The back of his neck flared and prickled with sweat. Something curled in his stomach and he felt oddly lightheaded.
He swallowed and quickly collected himself.
“Beautiful,” he said. “But…that’s an unfair question because you always look beautiful.”
Selina’s eyes flicked him up and down. She pressed her tongue into her cheek and gave him a cheeky once-over.
She giggled, then grabbed him by the tie and pulled him into a kiss. Bruce took the opportunity to place his hands on her waist, over top of the coat. There was an electric buzz in his fingertips and a desire to pull her whole body against his.
Selina pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss. For a moment Bruce was lost in a moment of bliss, tasting her mouth and feeling the fur at her hips. He moaned deep in his throat, his eyes fluttering shut.
Selina threaded her fingers through his hair. When she pulled her lips away, she petted her hand down his neck and looked him in the eyes.
“You seem a bit tired,” she said.
“A little,” Bruce said in a small voice. “It’s…it’s been a busy night.”
“But a fun one.”
He grinned.
“Yeah, definitely.”
Bruce was happy to throw the party for Selina. But if he were being honest, her smile was the only part of the evening he was looking forward to. He invited Gotham’s elite because he knew they would deliver on gifts.
But in truth, he didn’t like the people in his social class. Their stuffiness, their old-fashionedness, their judgment. He especially didn’t like the things he overheard them say about her. They commented on how she looked, the revealing cut of her dress, the fact that she carried no famous last name. Behind their polite smiles were their true thoughts: A girl like her doesn’t belong here.
It made Bruce clenched his fists and grit his teeth. He knew Selina didn’t need him to defend her, but sometimes he just wanted to sock one of those rich pricks across their botoxed faces.
“Bruce?”
Selina took him by the chin and pulled him from his thoughts. As soon as he met her deep brown eyes, his thoughts cooled.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
Bruce softened under her touch.
“Nothing,” he said. “I’m…” His hands found her waist again. “I’m just happy we’re finally alone.”
“Still not much of a party person, huh?”
Bruce nodded. Guilty as charged.
Selina released Bruce’s chin and settled her hands on his shoulders.
“What’s all this for, Bruce?” she asked.
Bruce didn’t understand the question.
“What do you mean?”
“The table of gifts, the giant party.” She gave his shoulders a squeeze. “Don’t get me wrong. I love it. I really do appreciate it. But it seems a bit…over the top for you, doesn’t it? Even for someone who can afford it.”
“Selina…” Bruce said. “If you’re concerned about the cost…”
“I’m not,” she said. She smirked at him. “You’re a billionaire, kitten. No one’s worried if Bruce Wayne can afford a thousand dollar coat.”
“Five thousand…” Bruce mumbled shyly.
“Five thousand.”
Selina shook her head.
“What I’m trying to say is,” she said. She tightened her hands on the coat. “If you hate those stuffy olds so much…why throw a party with them?”
Bruce pursed his lips, feeling his face heat as he groped for an answer.
“Because I want you to feel special,” he said. “I want everyone to know I’m yours…that I love you and…”
He bit his lip and looked at the carpet. He was suddenly very shy, flustered, and unable to meet her gaze.
Selina hooked a finger under his chin and lifted his eyes up.
“Yes?” she said. “Use your words, kitten.”
Bruce gulped.
“I just…” he sighed. “You’ve had a difficult life, Selina. One that someone like me can’t begin to imagine. I know old money and big expenses only go so far in impressing you.”
He took Selina’s hand and held it between both of his.
“But I know you’re not used to having much,” he said. “You didn’t have a lot growing up. You’ve told me how things have been hard for you. Your mother…Falco—your father…”
Bruce saw Selina bite down on her lower lip and his stomach turned.
“I feel like you’re… owed some luxury,” he said. “You said so yourself you’re not used to having much and…I want to give it to you. I know gifts alone won’t win your heart but…I want to anyway. I want to shower you with diamonds and parties and champagne because…you deserve it. You deserve all of it after the life you’ve lived.”
His thumb ran down the back of her hand.
“You’re an incredible woman, Selina,” he said. “You’ve survived so much. I don’t want you to survive anymore. I want you to thrive. I want to surround you with things that make you happy. I want you to never want or fear anything again.”
Selina stared at him for a long look. Bruce averted his gaze, embarrassed after such a revealing spiel. She’d been expecting another flirtatious retort. But she forgot just how easily Bruce unraveled for her with just a bit of pressing.
And it made her chest warm.
She stepped closer to him and took his face in her hands. She rubbed her thumbs along his cheeks and played with his hair. Bruce released a soft purr in his throat.
Then, Selina pressed her lips to his again. It was softer this time, more tender. Bruce sighed and surrendered to her touch. When Selina pulled away, she pressed her forehead against his and whispered into his lips.
“You’re too good for me, Bruce,” she said.
Bruce shook his head.
“No,” he said. “I’m not.”
Selina's eyes sharpened. She fisted her hand into his hair and gave him a tug. Bruce let out a pained whimper.
“You are,” she said. “I get to decide what you are.”
“Yes…yes you do…” Bruce said softly.
He dropped his eyes away from hers and bit hard on his lower lip. Selina released her grip and stroked his cheek.
“You’re sweet, Bruce,” she said. “It’s always good to know you hide a good heart under all that armor.”
Selina stepped away from him and smoothed out her coat.
“This’ll be perfect once it starts to snow,” she said. “It gets icy in Gotham.”
She looked at Bruce and noticed he was looking at her strangely. His eyes glazed her up and down, following the falling foldings of the coat.
“Yeah…” he said.
Selina chuckled and raised an eyebrow.
“You seem to like it as much as I do,” she said. “Did you wrap yourself?”
Bruce shook his head, collecting himself.
“No,” he said. “I arranged for a designer to make it, but Alfred had it delivered and wrapped. I…”
His eyes flicked her up and down again. This seemed to be the first time he saw the coat fully in person. And of course, the first time he saw it on her, draped on her shoulders, falling aside her dress and boots.
And it seemed to have…a strange effect on him
Selina extended an arm towards him.
“Do you want to touch it?” she asked.
Something sparkled across his eyes.
“Can I?” he asked.
“Just a little.”
Bruce reached out and slowly stroked a hand down the arm of her coat. His eyes were fixated on it, his finger savoring the touch of the material. Selina watched him closely.
Selina was used to Bruce spending lavishly on her. Diamond necklaces, designer clothes, new collars for her many cats—It was one of the perks of having the richest man in the city kowtow to your every whim. But there was something about this fur coat that was so… specifically decadent.
Selina raised an eyebrow and gave Bruce a playful smirk. She pulled her arm out of his grasp.
“Bruuuuce,” she teased. She leaned down, took his chin, and lifted his face. “How much of this gift was for me, and how much of it was for you?”
Bruce’s face turned beat-red and Selina could feel his blush under her fingertips. She watched his Adam’s apple move as he gulped.
“You dirty boy,” she purred. She trailed her fingers down the buttons of his shirt. “You bought me a present so you could slip me into something sexy?” Her hand found the knot of his tie and gave it a tug. “I should punish you for that.”
Bruce audibly gulped and was visibly sweating.
“I didn’t mean…” he stuttered. “I bought it because you needed a new coat, and I thought it would remind you of your cats. I promise I didn’t—”
Bruce squeaked when Selina suddenly clutched her hand between his thighs. He went stiff as a board then started shaking as she clasped his jewels in her hand.
“What’s this, kitten?” she said.
She moved her fingers along the erect length in his pants. Just under the immaculate black fabric, Bruce was throbbing and burning and Selina’s elegant, expert fingers did nothing to quell it.
“I…I…” he moaned.
“Intentional or not,” Selina said. “It seems like your gift is doing something for you as much as for me.”
Selina moved her hand, leaving a cold ache between Bruce’s legs where she touched him. The Cat adjusted her furs on her shoulders then took a few steps back. Her high heels clicked on the wooden floor and the light of the chandelier above them shimmered on the coat.
“Fine,” she said. “If you get to dress me up…I get to dress you down.”
Selina lowered herself down the bed and crossed one long, leather-clad leg over the other. She leaned back on her hands and eyed Bruce up and down.
“Lose the tie,” she said.
Bruce was frozen where he stood. He felt like a prey animal that had been trapped in a corner by a predator. He felt nervous and helpless. But he also couldn’t stop staring at Selina, her tall leather boots and immaculate coat. She was like a slick black pantheress and he was a delicate baby deer.
“Come on, kitten,” she said. So soft and sweet that it was easy to miss the lust behind her voice. “You wouldn’t keep the birthday girl waiting, would you?”
Bruce wet his lips.
“No,” he said.
He raised his hands to his throat and carefully undid the knot of his tie. It fell loose from his neck and curled it around his knuckles.
“Where should I put it?” he asked.
“Just leave it on the floor,” Selina said. “You can pick it up later.”
Bruce dropped his hand and let the tie unfurl and fall to the floor.
“Now remove your blazer,” Selina said.
Bruce did as he was told, letting his own black coat fall from his shoulders to the carpet.
“Now unbutton your shirt.”
Selina watched Bruce closely as he reached to the collar of his black button-down. He paused his fingers on the top button and met her eyes. There was something almost…challenging in them.
After a moment, Bruce unplucked the button and slowly unplucked his way down. An icy chill from the room met his bare chest and he shivered a little, something that Selina noticed. He made his way down, revealing a chest as pale and chiseled as marble.
Finally, he let the black silk fall from his shoulders. Selina tightened her thighs together to suppress the heat growing inside her. Bruce looked at her between the black hair falling over his eyes. God, he was a beautiful man.
And he was all hers to play with.
“Shoes and socks?” he asked.
“Yes,” Selina said.
Bruce stepped his bare feet onto the carpet. His skin shivered and prickled, not just because of the cold temperature in the room, but because he could feel Selina’s gaze licking him up and down. He moved his hands to his zipper, but then Selina lifted a hand.
“Stop,” she said. He did. “I want to do it.”
Bruce dropped his hands away and Selina stood up from the bed. Her heels clicked even on the carpet as she approached him. Her thin, claw-like hands found the button of his trousers and undid it.
“This is much for fun than tearing up wrapping paper,” Selina said.
She reached a hand up to his bicep, then slowly trailed her fingers down over his impressive abs. He was cold to the touch like a museum statue come to life. The Batman was strong and lean and powerful and completely helpless beneath her.
Selina's eyes rolled down his body.
“I like it,” she said.
Bruce leaned subtly into her touch. His eyes watched her hand peeping from the sleeve of her coat, the way her nails scratched lightly on his supple flesh.
“I like you,” he said.
Selina’s hands found his zipper and slowly pulled it down. She hooked her thumbs into the seams of his trousers and pulled them down.
Bruce’s pants fell in a pile at his ankles. Underneath were his deep grey boxers, which did little to hide the thick bulge underneath, and the stain right at his tip. Selina chuckled and Bruce’s face turned cherry-red.
“Already wet for me?” Selina said.
She ran a fingertip along his length under the fabric. A shiver ran down Bruce’s spine and his hips twitched. He clenched his teeth together to keep from making a sound.
“Selina…” he said. “It hurts…”
“Oh, poor baby,” she said.
Selina stepped back and lifted the coat like the skirt of a dress. She stuck her leg out, the deep black leather gleaming in the light. Bruce looked between her leg and her face.
“Selina?” he said.
“You wanna be a horndog?” she said. “Fine. Then hump my leg like one.”
Bruce dropped his eyes down the pitch-black sheen of her boot. His lips parted and Selina expected him to start drooling.
“Knees,” she said, in a tone that could freeze water.
Bruce dropped down to the floor, the carpet rough on his knees.
“Crawl to me.”
The dark knight leaned forward on all fours and moved across the carpet towards Selina. She watched him move. The curvature of his spine, the roll of his muscular shoulders. All of a sudden it felt very hot in the room, and not just because she was wearing a coat.
He stopped right in front of her and lifted his eyes up to her. They were deep blue, round and puppy-like, and for a moment Selina was tempted just pull him into bed and smother him with kisses.
But that temptation passed. Selina was the birthday girl, and she was intent on playing with her toys.
He leaned down and ran her fingertips along his cheek. Bruce purred and nuzzled into her touch, rubbing his face into her fur sleeve. Selina moved her thumb along his lips and he opened his mouth for her to move it inside.
“You dirty little thing,” Selina said softly. “You’ll just let me down anything to you, will you?”
Bruce suckled on her thumb and nodded. For a moment he wondered what any of the Gotham elites would think if they saw this scene. Bruce Wayne, billionaire recluse and prince fo the city, degrading and debasing himself for some woman no one had ever heard of before until tonight. It was unheard of. Humiliating. Unseenly.
But it felt so right. Bruce felt so at home kneeling before her, safe and snuggled between her strong legs, s close he could smell her wet pussy and see every stitch of the black nylon running up her legs to her waist.
Oh, what he would have given to press his lips to her inner thigh…
Selina grabbed him by the hair and tugged. Bruce whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Start thrusting, kitten,” she said.
Bruce did as he was told. He clasped his hand around Selina’s leg and readied his hips at her shin. As soon as his cock touched the leather, he thought he might come right then.He was already leaking, dripping down her boot.
“Ge to it, Vengeance,” she said. “Before you make a bigger mess.”
Bruce pursed his lips and nodded. Gripping her leg like a lifeline, he slowly began humping her boot. A trembling sigh escape his lips.
“ Oh… ” he sighed. “Oh, fuck .”
He thrust his hips faster onto her leg, gripping her thigh with white knuckles. He grunted and whimpered with each twitch of his hips. Selina placed her hands on her hips and watched him with a detached look, like an owner watching her dog relieve himself.
“Cute,” she said. She leaned down and gently pet his hair. Bruce moaned her knees, wetting her nylons with his drool.
His heavy grunts turned to high-pitched whines and he started thrusting his hips faster and faster. He gripped Selina’s leg so tight that it wasn’t for the boots he may have left a mark on her flesh. He was getting closer and closer until…
“Stop,” Selina said.
Bruce lifted his face, his round eyes watery.
“Wha…?” he said.
“I said stop it.”
Bruce grimaced but did as he was told. He
“Why…why’d you make me stop?” he said. His brow was beaded with sweat and his cock was achingly painful between his thighs.
“You think I’m going to let you ruin my shoes?” Selina said. “I have a better idea.”
Selina pulled her leg from Bruce’s grasp. He lifted his baby eyes to her, then suddenly threw himself forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face in her stomach and gripped his hands in her coat.
“Please, Selina…” Bruce begged. “It hurts so bad…please just let me…”
“Please just let you what?”
Bruce released a childish moan and gripped her tighter.
“Use your words, baby,” she said.
“Please…please just ruin me,” he moaned into her coat. “Make me your plaything.”
Selina smirked. She loved hearing him beg and whimper, watching the dark and dangerous Batman turn into a sniveling puppy. She could torture him for hours.
But now, she just wanted to him shatter to pieces.
“With pleasure,” she said.
Selina pulled Bruce across the room towards the window. From the penthouse atop Wayne Tower, you could get an impressive view of the whole city. The towering black curtains had blocked the view, as Bruce had assumed beforehand that they would want privacy when they came home from the party.
Using her free hand, Selina threw open the curtains. The horizon stretched out just beyond the windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor. A glittering landscape of lights beneath a dark, cloudy sky and a full moon.
“Selina…” Bruce said. “What are you…”
In one swift motion, Selina swung Bruce up and pressed him face-first against the glass. Bruce’s heart lurched as his whole naked body was suddenly up against the icy window. He felt briefly lightheaded seeing the deep drop below him, all the cars and people moving tiny on the ground.
A helicopter passed them in the sky in the distance, and Bruce suddenly became very aware that anyone who looked towards Wayne Tower would see him. He grimaced at the glassy chill against his burning cock and heard Selina’s footsteps behind him.
Then, he heard a drawer open and the clink of metal loops.
“Selina…” he said.
He began to look over his shoulder, but then Selina stopped him.
“Face to the glass, baby boy,” she said.
Bruce quickly snapped his gaze forward. The Gotham nightlife was still in full swing and the streets and buildings were crowded with many onlookers who, at any moment, could glance up and see the pale, naked silhouette of Bruce Wayne pressed against the glass.
“Good thing this fits over the dress,” Selina said.
Bruce didn’t dare turn his face around, for fear Selina would snap at him again. But he glanced over just a little to catch a foggy reflection of her in the dark window. Just under her coat and over her dress was her leather harness, the one she always kept in their bedside drawer. He could see the straps crisscross over her legs and the metal glint of the buckles. And right between her legs was a long, custom-made black dildo.
He watched her reflection pump some lube from a bottle in her hand. He watched her fingers massage the dildo, running up and down until it was shiny. Bruce gulped and pressed his body closer against the glass so the coolness would relieve his burning body.
“Ready for me, baby?” Selina asked.
Bruce bit down hard on his lower lip.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
“Then put your arms against the glass.”
Bruce did as she said, pressing his arms and hand palms-down against the window, like a felon who was being strip-searched by a guard. He heard Selina’s heels clicking towards him until he could feel her standing right behind him.
Selina gently grazed her hands down his back. Bruce shivered, all his hairs standing on end, he thought he melt and collapse right there.
“Relax for me, baby,” Selina said. Her whisper in his ear was so sweet, so chaste, it did well to mask the filthy intentions she had for him. “I can’t get it in unless you open up for me.”
Bruce sucked in a deep breath, then slowly released it as he forced his body to settle. He felt limp and numb like a ragdoll. For a moment, he completely forgot the whole city could see them through the window as Selina peppered kisses along his neck and shoulders.
“Do you know how many times tonight I wanted to fuck you in front of all those assholes?” Selina mumbled into his skin. “Everyone is obsessed with the big, bad Batman. The rich, untouchable Bruce Wayne.”
She bit down into his shoulder and Bruce’s breath hitched against the pain. Selina bit and sucked until she left a wet, red mark on his marble skin.
“I wanted to just bend you over the champagne table, fuck your brains out, and make all those rich pricks watch,” she growled into his neck. “I’d show them who you really are.”
“Yes…” Bruce whimpered. “I’m yours…”
Selina grabbed Bruce’s hips and readied her cock at his tight entrance.
“You belong to me,” she said. “And I want this whole city to see it.”
With that, Selina pushed her cock inside of her. Bruce craned his neck back and let out a pained, luscious cry.
“That’s it, baby,” Selina whispered in his ear. She grabbed his hair and pulled it back. “Moan for me. I want everyone down there to hear.”
She began pounding her cock inside him, pressing and pushing his body hard up against the cold glass. Bruce arched his back and a swell of pain and pleasure spilled inside of him. He grunted and moaned and whimpered as Selina pushed herself deeper and deeper inside of him.
God, he sounded beautiful. Selina loved the sound of Bruce coming undone. The way his low, deep gravel turned into kitten-like mews as soon as she started fucking him.
“Louder for me, kitten,” Selina said.
Gripping his hair, she pressed his face right up against the glass. Bruce’s hot breath fogged the window in front of him so he couldn’t even see the city.
“Selina…” Bruce whined. “Please…please…please…”
His voice grew higher and louder as he felt it swelling up inside of him. He perked his behind backward onto Selina’s cock, pushing her deeper inside. Selina saw what he was doing and gave his behind a sharp slap.
“Dirty boy,” she teased.
She quickened her pace, Bruce’s body thudding against the window so hard she imagined the glass shattering. But that did nothing to stop her. She fucked deeper inside of him until he was a limp, sweaty echo of sounds.
“Selina,” Bruce croaked. His body tightened and his hips twitched and Selina could feel the hot surge rushing inside of him. His whimpers were louder and his hole tightened around her cock.
Selina clasped one arm around his torso and used the other to cover his mouth.
“Come for me, baby,” she whispered, breathless. “Show this city what a whore you are.”
Those words alone sent Bruce over the edge. He moaned and drooled into her head, his hips twitching and humping against the glass, he came in a sweaty mess.
Bruce’s hot, sweaty flesh stuck to the window and he had to peel himself away. He looked down and grimaced at his white spill dripping down the window.
“What a mess you made,” Selina said over his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” Bruce said.
“Don’t be sorry. Clean it.”
Bruce started to turn to head towards the bathroom, but Selina stopped him with a hand to his chest.
“No,” she said. “Clean it yourself.”
She enunciated every word so he knew exactly what she meant. Bruce turned back to the window and dropped down to his knees. Pressing two hands to the window, he began licking his come from the glass. Just outside, another helicopter rumbled past Wayne Tower.
“Keep going,” Selina said.
Bruce licked and slurped every drop of his spill until he could see the city again through the glass. Selina stood and watched him. His body was still flushed and pink, his cock soft and useless between his thighs now that he’d been used up.
Meanwhile, Selina’s pussy was still dripping wet. Bruce’s little performance only made her more eager to come on top of him.
As Bruce licked up the rest of his mess, Selina stepped out of her harness and tossed it aside on the floor. Then, she reached up her dress, found the seam of her lacy black underwear, and pulled it down. It fell to her ankles by her boots and she kicked it aside.
Once Bruce was finished, and grabbed his hair and turned him towards her again. She lifted one boot onto his shoulder and bared her naked pussy to him. Immediately, Bruce’s eyes went up her dress and a spot of drool formed on his lips.
“You thought I was going to fuck you and not expect anything in return?” she said.
Bruce swallowed and shook his head.
“You were wrong about the coat,” Selian said. “It’s not your last gift for me.”
She grabbed his hair and pulled his head between her thighs.
“It’s this,” she said.
She pressed both feet on the ground and towered over Bruce as he began licking her pussy. His hands clasped and ran down the back of her thighs. He hungrily eat every drop of her that trickled down his throat. Fuck, she tasted amazing.
Selina tipped her head back and thread her fingers through Bruce’s dark hair.
“Right there, kitten,” she said. “Oh…fuck, like that…”
Her eyes glazed out the city lots that speckled beyond the window. Even if no one saw Bruce Wayne’s face, they’d see her, and they would watch Bruce with envy that he was the lucky man who got to feel her on his tongue.
Selina bucked her hips, gripping her sharp-nailed hands into his hair as she fucked his face in before Gotham. Bruce clenched her tighter, moaning deep in his throat, growling like a ravenous animal.
“That’s it, baby…” Selina sighed as an orgasm crawled its way up her. “Oh, fuck, Bruce, baby boy, keep going, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Selina threw her head back and rode her face until she spilled her juices down his mouth. Bruce’s tongue curled inside of her, savoring her sweet spot until every drop of her was gone.
When Selina stepped back, Bruce’s mouth and lips were shiny and wet. He licked his tongue around to catch every drop of it.
Selina released a long, heavy sigh.
“Good boy,” she said, petting him on the head.
Bruce’s fingers twitched and he reached for the fold of her coat. He pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into the fabric. Outside, a sprinkle of rain tumbled against the window, blurring the glass until the city was like melting wax.
Selina stepped away from Bruce long enough to close the curtains again, leaving them both in complete darkness. She found Bruce’s arm in the dark and pulled him toward the bed.
Once they stumbled onto the duvet, Selina kicked off her boots and wrapped her legs around Bruce's waist. She wrapped them both in her long coat and Bruce sighed into the warm darkness.
Just before they fell asleep, Bruce placed a soft, chaste kiss on Selina’s cheek.
“Happy birthday, Selina,” he said.
Selina met his eyes in the dark and gave him a small smile.
warnings: pegging, sub!bruce, praising. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.
etc: idk why you thought this was okay to send to me in my current (drunk) state, because my mind is going WILD!
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His knuckles have gone white, his blood burning red underneath the strained flesh as he grips the blankets. His lips are swollen and bit from him trying to keep quiet his noises—something not as futile as he thinks, as you thrust your hips that sharp upright motion that makes those weak, delirious noises fall from his abused lips—there’s no hiding the mewls he is letting out.
Even when he tries to bury his head in the blankets.
You can still hear the “Please, fuck, fuck, fuck, ahhh” whimpered, groaned; moaned when you move that certain way that has his entire body shaking and you think that was it, that’s what it took to make him come all over the sheets.
But it’s not. And you know what he’s doing, know he’s holding out his orgasm, trying to torture himself, make himself shake and throb until it’s painful and he can barely breathe, barley let out a coherent word.
“You can come,” you whisper against his skin as you press a kiss to his sweaty back. “It’s okay, baby, I give you permission.”
His head shakes, body tries to go rigid but with the way the tip of the faux cock keeps hitting his prostate it only makes his body shake more, only makes him feel the full brunt of the cock. Only makes choked noises he tries to swallow down come out.
And you know if you could see him right now he would look pathetic, drunk off the way you’re fucking him, sweaty and blushed from the way he’s torturing himself, doesn’t think he’s worthy of coming yet, as if he hasnt been taking the cock so good for hours already, as if you havent told him; “good boy, you sound so sweet, so needy trying to hide your noises from me. Let them out, let me hear you. Let yourself go, Bruce,” kiss, peck, bite to his hip, “I’ve got you.”
Yet he’s still holding on, still not letting go, to what? For what? Till when he thinks he’s earned it? Until he can’t take it anymore and he’s screaming into the blankets and he’s ruined them, exhausting his body; he didn’t like the pleasure unless it hurt a little.
So you don't pressure him to let go, don't force him; knowing fully if you reached around and wrapped your palm around his throbbing cock it would only take a couple pumps, know he would be saying your name like a sweet melody, might even thank you, praise you, like he sometimes did. Like you answered his prayers, took mercy on him. Helped him plunder into a twitching mess of himself.
But you’d be lying if you said you didnt love seeing his interal torture, betting with yourself of how long it would take for him to finally give up, to finally succumb to the pleasure, to let go and allow himself some euphoric high in his darkness. To watch him shake and shiver with tremors after, your fingers brushing the sweat coated hair from his forehead after. The weak sedated smile he gives you, the tears that sometimes brim at the edges of his eyes because fuck he needed that, and fuck only you can give it to him, only you can see him be a pathetic whimpering mess like this and still think he’s the strongest person you know.
Summary: After eloping from Gotham, Bruce and Selina enjoy a steamy honeymoon night in Paris. Read on AO3.
Pairing: Sub!Bruce Wayne x Dom!Selina Kyle
Warnings: Knifeplay, kinky sex
Word Count: 2.6k words
Tags: Honeymoon, eloping, femdom, shibari, bondage, edging, knifeplay, strip tease, alcohol, face-sitting, cunnilingus, oral sex, dom/sub, roleplay, sexual roleplay, pegging, hand jobs, hotel sex, married couple.
“Those pearls look beautiful on you.”
Selina paused and realized she was fiddling with her necklace. She glanced up at Bruce as the elevator pinged its way up another floor. She grinned.
“Thank you,” she said. “A very handsome friend of mine gave them to me.”
“How handsome?”
“Enough that I might marry him. Maybe.”
Bruce smirked and fiddled his wedding ring with his thumb. Martha Wayne’s pearls had been a gift to Selina right before they eloped. They were the only thing that Bruce brought with him once they decided to leave Gotham together.
Well, except for millions of Wayne bucks that could buy a luxury honeymoon in the City of Love, of course.
The elevator doors parted and Selina followed Bruce down the hall to a set of double doors. Bruce pulled a gold room key from his pocket.
“The Royal Suite,” Selina read on the plaque by the door. “You really went all out for this one, did you?”
Bruce smirked as he turned the key in the lock. Just as he instructed the staff upon making the reservations, the DO NOT DISTURB sign was already hanging from the doorknob.
“The occasion calls for nothing less,” he said.
He held open the door for Selina to step inside. Her high heels clicked against the marble floor and her eyes took in the expansive chateau.
“Impressive,” she said.
The suite was nestled on the top floor of the hotel, offering an impeccable view of the city’s golden glow below. Black marble countertops, crisp white furniture, and gold accents. All were illuminated by the glittering diamond chandelier that hung from the ceiling. The place even smelled expensive.
Bruce removed Selina’s coat and placed it on a hook before stripping off his black trench coat. His eyes ran along the place, past the fully equipped kitchen to the living room where the fireplace was already crackling.
“Nice for them to light this for us,” he said. “Wish they could’ve left us some champagne in an ice bucket.”
“Oh, they did,” Selina said.
Bruce turned to Selina just as she pulled a sleek bottle from his handbag. He smirked.
“Impatient?” he asked.
Selina returned the smirk.
“I don’t like waiting for what I want,” she said. She reached behind her and locked the suite door. “Can you grab some glasses for us, darling?”
Bruce did as she asked and approached the upper cabinets in the kitchen. He found a neat row of tell champagne glasses inside and brought two to the counter. Selina set the bottle down between them with a glassy thud.
“Planning to get me drunk right out the gate?” Bruce teased.
Selina snorted.
“Like I would have to get you drunk to do anything,” she said.
“Are you certain about that?”
The two held each other’s teasing eyes. Bruce’s eyes lingered down to Selina’s fingers around the stem of the bottle. The diamond on her wedding ring glinted in the pale light. Twenty-four carats. The kind of stone only Wayne money could buy.
His breath still hitched whenever he saw it. He looked down at the gold band on his own finger.
He was married to Selina Kyle.
They fled Gotham, had a modest ceremony in Florence, and now whisked themselves away to Paris. It all happened so quickly that Bruce still felt like it was a dream. Like any moment he would wake up back in his cold, oversized bed in Gotham, the taste of Talia Al Ghul on his lips and Rachel Dawes heavy in his chest.
Now, he couldn’t even remember a time he loved any other woman.
“There should be some chocolate strawberries in the fridge,” Selina said. “Could you check for me, baby?”
“Sure,” Bruce said. He turned to the stainless steel fridge. “Made some arrangements with room service?”
“I like having something to eat with my drink.”
Bruce opened the fridge door. Behind him, he heard the champagne gurgle into the glasses. Indeed, the fridge was empty save for a box of decadent chocolate strawberries. He reached for them before closing the door.
Bruce turned back around just as Selina finished pouring the second glass. He brought the box over and popped it open. Before he could grab one, Selina reached over and plucked one from the box.
“Last time I had something sweet, it was laced with something not-so-much,” She gripped the strawberry by its green stem and held it to Bruce’s lips. “Can you taste this and tell me if it’s okay?”
Bruce grinned, then opened wide for Selina to push the tip of the dessert inside. He held her eyes as he closed his lips over the fruit and bit down, chewing slowly and moaning at the sweet taste in his mouth.
“Are you trying to tease me, Bruce?” Selina asked.
He swallowed.
“Is it working?”
Selina smirked, then flicked the remaining stem into the waste bin. She plucked her champagne glass from the counter and Bruce followed suit.
“To a new chapter,” Bruce said, raising his glass.
“To cities of love, not cities of fear,” Selina said.
They clinked their glasses together and Bruce took a long sip. Already, he could feel the foamy buzz settle in his veins. He felt light and giddy and suddenly much sleepier than he’d been even a minute ago.
“Jesus…” he mumbled. “What do the French put in their…”
He clasped a hand on the kitchen counter as he felt his knees buckle beneath him. Selina stood there, swirling her unsipped glass in her hand, watching Bruce with a mischievous look as he collapsed onto the floor.
~
The pain was the first thing Bruce felt when he came to. Not the pounding, headache pain of a hangover, as the lingering taste of champagne on his tongue would have him think. Not the sharp pain of a stabbing or gunshot wound. It was the aching, numbing pain of sore muscles that had been contorted for too long.
His eyes fluttered open and he was met with the glaring sparkle of the chandelier hanging above him. To his right, he felt the heat radiating from the fireplace, and behind his body was the soft, white fur carpet.
“Selina…” he said.
He tried to move, then groaned in pain when he realized his hands were bound behind him. Bruce dipped his gaze down his body. He’d been stripped down to his tighty-whities, and his body had been looped with rope. Strong, firm rope.
Either Bruce had gotten rusty in the year since he left Gotham, or Selina was exceptionally good at tying knots, because no matter how hard he struggled he couldn’t break the rope. Bruce was inclined to believe the latter. He groaned as he tried and failed to snap the rope binding his hands behind him.
“Selina,” he called louder. He glanced around the suite, which from his angle on the floor, seemed empty. “Very funny, Selina…very clever…”
Bruce squirmed on the carpet. She didn’t stop at tying his wrists together at his back. His legs were bound up two, keeping his knees bent and his thighs spread apart.
Shibari, he thought. Of course she knows Shibari.
Why was he surprised?
Somewhere behind his head, he heard the bedroom door open and the telltale click-click-click of Selina’s black pumps. A shadow passed over his face and he rolled his eyes up a long pair of legs to the woman towering over him.
Looks like he wasn’t the only one she stripped down. The simple black dress Selina had arrived in was gone, replaced with black lingerie, nylon thigh-highs with garters, and a familiar-looking black mask. All of it topped off with the pearls shimmering at her collar.
“I think you had a little too much to drink,” she said. “You’re very vulnerable when you’re drunk.”
Then, Selina reached into her bra and pulled out a black metal object. Bruce’s breath hitched when she flicked it open to reveal a pocket knife. The sharp end glinted in the light, piercing the glare into Bruce’s eyes so that he had to squint.
“You should really be more careful,” she said. Her voice was low, drawn-out, as cold as an arctic breeze. “Someone could hurt you like this.”
She stood over him with his body between her legs, then lowered down to him. She held the knife to Bruce's throat and teased the dull side against his neck. Bruce shivered at the icy touch of the metal, afraid if he moved an inch, she would draw blood.
The thought tantalized him as much as it frightened him.
He chuckled. Of course, Selina would want to play one of her games as soon as she got him alone in their room. He should have known this was coming.
Thankfully, Bruce was the kind of prey who was happy to be chewed in his predator’s mouth.
“Well, Mrs. Wayne,” he said. He shifted beneath her and met her eyes. “It seems you’ve caught me in a bind. What do I have to do to earn my freedom?”
Selina’s face stretched into a wicked grin. Her lips were bloody red, a shade Bruce bought her as a present, called Maneater. How appropriate.
“You don't have to do much, Mr. Wayne,” Selina said.
She moved the knife from Bruce’s throat and rose to her feet. Bruce watched her step out of her high heels and set them aside,
Then, she lifted one nyloned foot and pressed it down on his crotch.
Bruce released a shuddering moan. Selina pressed down on his bulge, teasing his length with her toes, sending pain and pleasure down between his thighs.
“All you have to do,” she said. “Is just lie there and look pretty.”
“Selina,” Bruce croaked.
Every nerve in his body angled itself to where Selina pressed down on his erection. His body burned to move, to wiggle out from under her, but the ropes kept him in place. The only part of him that could move freely was creating a bulge in his underwear.
Selina giggled girlishly and ran her toe along his length. His tip was already leaking precome, leaving a stain on the fabric.
“Wet already?” she said. She clicked her teeth. “Bruce, what kind of fucked-up man gets wet from something like this?”
Bruce huffed and reported back, “What kind of woman gets wet from holding a man at knifepoint?”
Selina lifted an eyebrow. She pressed the point of the knife against Bruce’s Adam’s apple, pressing down just enough to create a prick of pain, but not too much to break the skin. She gently teased the tip down his throat, his chest, all the way down to his waist. Bruce’s heart stopped as an image of castration crossed his mind.
“Selina…” he said. “What’re you…”
Selina nudged the tip of the blade into the fabric of Bruce’s underwear, just barely missing his cock. In one slow motion, she tore through the material. The threads ripped apart and the whole thing fell apart on the floor. Bruce’s red, throbbing cock was bared on display, like butcher’s meat she served on a platter.
Bruce watched Selina kneel down again, straddling his leg. She slowly wrapped her long, slender fingers around his cock. By this point, Bruce was visibly shaking and sweating.
“Poor baby,” she said. “Need some help?”
Slowly, she started working her hand up and down his cock. Painfully slow. Bruce sucked in a gasp of breath and hissed between his teeth.
“Selina,” Bruce said, his voice more desperate. “Please…please…”
Selina grinned but didn’t stop her busy hand on his cock. She moved faster, pulling more whimpers and whines from her husband. She gradually quickened her pace until Bruce's hips started jerking and she could feel he was close.
Then, just before he could come, Selina pulled her hand away.
Bruce snapped his head up and looked at her.
“Wah…” he said, his breathing hitched. “Why’d you stop?”
Selina grinned and pressed her chin to her knuckles, her eyes flicking over him like he was some animal she caught in a cage.
“You want, baby boy?” she said. She leaned forward, her smile dropping and her voice turning ice-cold. “Then beg for it.”
She teased her fingers along his cock, touching him just enough to make him hiss between his teeth. Bruce was panting like a dog and he wished for nothing more than to tear his hands from their binds and jerk himself off at her feet.
“Please, Selina,” he whimpered. “Please…I’ll do anything you want…just…fuck, please, it hurts…”
Selina pursed her lips and frowned.
“Aw,” she said. “Your poor baby.”
Her mocking baby talk only made him harder. Bruce was in agony. He tried to jerk his hips up and rub his cock against her hand, but the ropes were too tight.
“Please, Selina…” he whimpered softly. “Don’t torture me like this…”
Selina paused to look at him for a moment, letting him stew under her considerate gaze and then stood up. She underclipped her garters and they fell from her thighs.
“I don’t know if I want to let you off so easy,” she said. “I’m not an easy woman, Mr. Wayne. You need to earn something from me, first.”
She hooked her thumbs into the side of her lacy panties, and then slowly pulled them down her legs. Bruce was damn near drooling and he started twitching and grunting beneath her. Just the sight of her bare pussy made him feel like a feral dog foaming at the mouth.
Her hands stripped away slowly, taking their time until the lace was at her ankle. She moved forward up his body, positioning Bruce’s head between her thighs. Bruce’s nose filled with her scent and his mouth instantly watered.
“You want it, baby?” she said. “Then give it to me first.”
She lowered herself down onto Bruce’s face and Bruce wasted no time. He plunged his king, velvety tongue inside her and moaned at the taste. Fuck, that was good stuff.
Selina’s eyes fluttered shut and she sighed. She threaded her fingers through Bruce’s hair and curved her hips into his mouth.
“That’s it, baby…” she purred. “Right there…”
Selina arched her back and tightened her grip in his hair.
“Uh huh, baby,” she said. “Just like that…”
Bruce growled between her thighs. He loved her taste, the sounds she made, her soft flesh against his face. Bruce would’ve given anything to rip his wrists from the ropes and dig his fingers into her thighs.
He lapped at her pussy like a hungry dog, her hot juices trickling down his throat. Selina moaned louder and her hips twitched as she fucked his skull into the floor.
“Fuck,” Selina moaned, gripping his hair with both hands now. “Fuck, Bruce…”
Bruce didn’t slow down. He sensed her getting close and he wanted to send her hurling over the edge. He wanted her to unravel on top of him, a bit of cheeky revenge for drugging his champagne.
Selina yanked at his hair and tipped her head up to the ceiling.
“FUCK!” She hissed through her teeth. Selina came like a glass bottle shattered against the wall. She rode Bruce’s face until every drop left from her was trickling down his throat.
Even after she finished, Selina’s hips kept jerking and twisting. Bruce didn’t want to stop. He could’ve stayed on the floor licking her dry all night. But Selina drew a heavy sigh and lifted herself from his face.
“Cute,” she said, using her thumb to wipe the shiny come from Bruce’s mouth. “This is a good look for you.”
Bruce grinned and licked the residue from his lower lip.
“Are you happy?” he asked.
Selina scoffed and gave him a smug grin. She stood up and stepped back into her high heels.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “Very happy.”
“So, are you gonna use that knife to let me go now?” Bruce asked.
Selina twisted her mouth and glanced down between Bruce’s thighs. His bulge was still erect and leaking profusely.
“Not yet,” she said. She pointed the knife at it. “I have to take care of that business first.”
Bruce’s skin prickled with anticipation. He expected her to join him back on the floor and ride him into the carpet. Maybe she’d blow him and leave that red lipstick on his cock, marking her territory. Maybe she’d just finish that handjob she tortured him with.
Instead, he watched Selina’s heels click past his head and into the bedroom. Bruce tried to glance behind him to see where she was going.
“Selina?” he called.
Bruce didn’t hear a response. However, he did hear the distant clink of metal and the stretch of leather straps. His heart ricocheted in his chest.
Oh, he thought. Oh yes.
He thought she would stop at the ropes. He had no idea that she brought extra toys with her as well. Clearly, he underestimated Selina and how thorough;y he planned to fuck him senseless during their honeymoon.
She’s perfect, he thought. Perfect woman. Perfect wife.
Goosebumps erupted across Bruce’s whole body. He instinctively clenched his ass hole. The ropes around his body suddenly felt ten times more restricting and he was giddy to the point of nearly giggling.
“The bedroom door creaked open and Bruce heard Selina’s high heels approaching.
Bruce rolled his head to face the ceiling. Selina clicked her heels right up to his head, and Bruce’s vision of the chandelier was blocked by a long, protruding shape.
“I bought it brand new before the flight,” she said. She ran a finger along the length. “I even got it in black, just for you baby.”
Bruce licked his lips and stared up at the plastic cock. His gaze lingered down to the leather harness grasping Selina’s thighs, the metal buckled that glinted in the light. His body was shivering even in the firelight.
“I guess I can’t escape, can I?” Bruce said, an enormous grin on his face. “There’s no way I can get out…Nowhere I can run to…I’m completely at your mercy...”
Selina gave him a sadistic smile. Bruce Wayne, billionaire and notorious former vigilante, was now quivering at her feet. The sight of it alone could have brought her to climax right there.
“I’m afraid so,” she said. She dug her toe under Bruce’s back, then flipped him onto his stomach. Her new husband let out a delicious moan of pain. “You’re all mine to play with…my favorite little toy…”
Selina kneeled down close to Bruce’s bare back. She grabbed a small vial of lube from her bra and lathered up her cock. Then, she lathered her fingers and went to work wetting Bruce’s hole.
Bruce winced and sighed as his new wife massaged her fingers inside him, teasing his prostate just the way he liked. He could never get enough of this. After years of relentless control, it felt heavenly to surrender to someone else. Especially someone like Selina Kyle.
No, Selina Wayne.
Selina pulled her fingers out and readied herself at Bruce’s entrance. With one firm thrust, she pushed her length inside him. The lube allowed her to slide deeper inside him, and the deeper she went, the louder Bruce whined
“Shush, baby,” she purred. “Don’t want someone calling security on us with all the noise.”
Selina paused her hips to straighten up and reach behind her neck. Bruce could barely look over his shoulder to see what she was doing. Then he heard a strange clicking sound.
Selina unclipped the pearl necklace and balled it in her fist. She leaned forward and grabbed Bruce’s jaw from behind.
“I’m gonna have to keep you quiet,” she said.
She shoved two fingers in Bruce’s mouth and his jaw instinctively unhinged. With his mouth open, Selina quickly removed her fingers and shoved the balled-up necklace inside him.
“Urgh,” Bruce grunted.
His saliva dribbled over the necklace. The pearls smelled, even tasted , like Selina’s skin, and that stopped him from immediately spitting it out. Selina grabbed his hips and continued to pound into him.
At a certain point, Bruce’s body went limp like a ragdoll’s. He surrendered to the fur carpet and let her ruin him from behind. Her movements were quick but precise, pressing into his prostrate so well that it took only a few minutes for him to feel a swelling inside him.
Selina dug her sharp nails into his muscular shoulders, leaving red lines across his flesh. If only Gotham could see their dark knight now, face to the floor and his dick pressed to the carpet, spilling a pool of precome.
Bruce’s whimpers turned to moans and then desperate pleas. Any stoic front melted away in a mess of sweat and tears of pleasure. He tried to moan words, but the pearls in his mouth only allowed a gurgle of noises to spill from his throat.
Selina spanked a hand against his rear end, getting a loud grunt from him.
“What’s that, baby?” she said. “You want it harder?”
Selina grabbed his hair, forcing his back to arch, and she thrust her hips faster. A bead of sweat ran down her neck between her breasts and her heart knocked against her ribs. Bruce was teary-eyed, blubbering mess beneath her.
“Mmmmm, good boy,” she purred in his ear. “Come for me, baby.”
With those words, Bruce released a hissing, pained cry from his throat and burst onto the floor. Selina kept thrusting and fucking until every drop of him was gone. Even when he was finished, she kept pushing inside him and gave another snap to the ass for good measure.
Once they were both out of breath and slicked with sweat, Selina pulled out and stood up to remove the harness. She dropped the whole thing on a nearby chair.
“You look cute from up here,” she teased. “Maybe I should just leave on the floor all night.”
“And leave half the bed cold?” Bruce retorted. “On a winter night?”
Bruce heard Selina unsheath her switchblade again. She grabbed his hand and sawed at the ropes until they split away. A cool breeze brushed over Bruce’s skin and the circulation smoothed in his wrists.
“Too tight this time?” Selina asked.
Bruce scoffed. “Never too tight.”
He turned onto his back. His body was slick with sweat, and the heat from the fireplace and the fur carpet on his back did little to cool him. Selina crawled on top of him and pressed her forehead to his.
“You look a bit parched,” she said.
“Yeah,” Bruce said.
“Need a drink?”
Selina reached up and pulled the champagne bottle out from behind a footrest. Bruce chuckled and watched Selina rise up to straddle him and pop it open.
“Promise this one isn’t spiked?” he said.
Selina chuckled.
“Oh, Bruce,” she said. “A few days into marriage, and already you don’t trust me?”
Bruce smirked and watched Selina take a swing of the bottle. Then, she hovered it a few inches over his face.
“Open wide,” she said.
Bruce did as she said and parted his lips. Selina dribbled the foamy drink into his mouth. Some of it landed on his tongue, the rest spilled on his lips and nose. Droplets went flying onto the carpet.
“You’re going to leave a hell of a mess for the maids tomorrow,” Bruce said.
Selina raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe I should make you lick it off the carpet,” she said. “Make you crawl on your hands and knees, and stay like that until it’s all gone.”
Bruce gave her a look, as if to say, "Is that a challenge?”
Selina set the bottle aside and stretched out on top of Bruce. Bruce circled his arms around her and Selina smacked a kiss on his cheek, leaving a crimson stain behind.
Champagne bottle half-empty and too sleepy to stand, the Bat and the Cat dozed off as the fireplace embers cooled to wisps of smoke.
Summary: Late one night, Selina gets a call from Gotham City. Read on AO3.
Pairing: Selina Kyle x Bruce Wayne
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
Word Count: 4.1k words
Tags: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, voice kink, sweet/hot, set after the movie
Selina returned home just before it started to rain. After dragging her weary body up the rickety stairs past the broken elevator, she let her apartment door shut and lock behind her. All noises were muffled, and she let out a long, airy sigh.
It had been a long day. A long day of scoping out the city, looking for new targets. She came to Bludhaven hoping to con some hedge-fund types, but it seemed like all the rich guys had taken their money and fled further from Gotham, which meant there were fewer opportunities for her.
So far, she’d been getting extra cash from guys she’d scam at bars when she wasn’t working her regular job. It was a trick she learned while working at the Iceberg Lounge. Get them drunk enough to not remember anything, but sober enough to sign a check. It was all cheap tricks, but it was all the city had to offer her since she showed up.
Selina rested her back against the door and rubbed her face. Between her new day job and trying to find some thrills, Bludhaven was draining her, both with exhaustion and boredom. She needed some sleep.
Her apartment was dark and cold this time of night. Spring was getting close, but the chills of winter were still lingering behind. She didn’t bother turning on any lights as she sauntered toward her bedroom.
In her room, Selina changed out of her day clothes and into her pajamas, which were really just a dark hoodie and cotton shorts. Her apartment was still a haphazard mess from her sudden move. Clothes were scattered around, groceries still sat in their plastic bags. She was still settling in, but all of that could wait until tomorrow.
Selina set her phone down on the bedside table and then collapsed onto the bed. Her warm, soft duvet caught her and she let her back sink into the thick mattress. Her new apartment wasn’t the fanciest place, but she got a great deal on the bed. She wanted to burrow inside it like a hare into its den.
Outside, the drizzle turned into a downpour beating against her window. Selina closed her eyes, but despite how exhausted she was, she couldn’t sleep. Ever since she got to Bludhaven, sleep had become more elusive to her. She was never great at keeping still, keeping her eyes shut, but somehow Bludhaven unsettled her more than Gotham did. Gotham was hard, but in a perverse way, it was still home.
Selina glanced at the digital clock on her bedside table. The glowing red numbers blared 2:56 AM. She sighed then turned her eyes to the ceiling and listened to the distant sounds of the city beyond her window. Bludhaven was quieter than Gotham, but the quiet did little to soothe her. As dangerous as Gotham was, its noise was familiar, like a reliable lullaby that came every night.
Selina lay still in the dark silence of her bedroom. There was hardly any light except for the faint amber glow of the streetlight beyond her window blinds. The rain was pattering harder against the window and kept the room from total silence.
She shut her eyes, ready to let sleep take her away.
And then, she heard a buzz.
The sound startled her, snapping her from her sleep and her eyes opened. She turned to see her phone alight on the table, buzzing with whoever was calling.
Selina was tempted to ignore it. Who the hell called at this ungodly hour? It wasn’t like she had many friends. At least, none that were alive and knew her number, anyway.
She closed her eyes and tried to ignore it. But something kept pricking at her head. She couldn’t remember the last time she got a call from anyone. The last person was Annika, and, well, it wasn’t for a good reason.
Selina sat up and reached for her phone. The bright screen hurt her eyes in the dark. She didn’t recognize the caller ID. It wasn’t a number she recognized from Gotham, meaning it likely wasn’t the police. Still, she couldn’t sleep, and she was just as curious as the proverbial cat of her name.
She slid her thumb across the screen to answer then brought the phone to her ear.
“Hello?” she said.
“Selina?”
As soon as she heard her name, Selina recognized the voice. That low, gravelly, chill of a voice that spilled down her back like ice water.
Selina slowly sat up.
“Vengeance?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “It’s me.”
It had been several months since they last spoke to each other. Several months since he escorted her to the edge of the city before she left. He frequented her thoughts and dreams, but it still felt surreal to hear him now. His voice was familiar, like the echo of a ghost from beyond the grave, and it sent a shiver across Selina’s skin.
“Hi,” she said. Her mouth scrambled for something to say. “How did you…get my number?” She let out a chuckle. “Have you been stalking me?”
“You handed me your phone during the investigation,” he said. “I saw your number on it.”
Oh right, that. Selina had tried her best to not think about the Mitchell investigation too much. The last thing she wanted was lingering thoughts about the time her best friend was killed by her father. More specifically, the voicemail of her being strangled.
“I’m sorry for looking at it,” Batman said. “I just…I thought it would be good to have on record. In case I ever needed to contact you.”
Selina wasn’t exactly sure what he would need to contact her for. The case was long over, and she hadn’t been back in Gotham to stir trouble. A part of her knew the real reason he’d memorize her number when he saw it, but she didn’t say anything.
She pursed her lips.
“It’s fine,” she said. “I thought of leaving it to you anyway before I left. I guess I figured you wouldn’t need it.”
There was a pause on the other end. Selina could tell Batman had a response on his tongue, but he kept it between his teeth.
“Why are you calling me this late?” Selina glanced at her clock again. “It’s three in the morning.”
“I know,” Batman said. “I’m sorry to wake you.”
“You didn’t wake me. I couldn’t sleep.”
“I thought maybe you were…out.”
Selina grinned.
“Thought I was out on the street beating up assholes?” She leaned back on her pillow, one hand behind her head and the other holding the phone to her ear. “I have to say, I’m almost flattered you’d think that.”
“What have you been doing in Bludhaven?”
Selina sighed.
“Found some work at another club,” she said. “Nothing fancy, but better than working for Oz.”
Another pause. When Bruce spoke, his voice was so soft Selina almost didn't hear him.
“And what do you really do?”
Selina smirked and fixed her eyes on the ceiling.
“You want to know if I’ve been getting into any trouble?” she asked. “Stealing from safes? Terrorizing cops? Swiping money from under rich guys’ noses?”
“Are you admitting to those things?”
“I’m not admitting anything, because a lady never tells.” Selina smiled. “I’ve been scoping the place out. Making plans. Settling in.” She raised an eyebrow. “Why do you want to know? Are you going to drive down here and arrest me?”
Selina said it as a joke, but a part of her didn’t hate the idea. She imagined the Batman riding into town on that motorcycle, showing up at her door, maybe without the cowl…
Selina’s wandering thought was interrupted by Batman’s voice.
“Bludhaven isn’t really my jurisdiction,” he said.
“Jurisdiction?” Selina teased. “I thought you were a vigilante, now you’re a cop?”
On the other end of the line, Selina could sense a small smile on Batman’s face.
“And how’s Gotham?” she asked to break the silence.
“Still flooded,” Batman said. “Bella Reál is working on repair plans.”
“I guess that’s a start. And you?”
“Hm?”
“What are you doing?”
There was a long pause. Batman wasn’t exactly the chatty type, but the way he measured his responses always made Selina’s ears prickle. She wanted to know what words he was considering before he spoke. She wanted to take needles and a board and pin down his elusive thoughts.
“What I’ve always done,” he said. “Anything I can.”
Another long pause stretched between them. Selina listened to Batman’s breath on the other end of the phone.
“Why are you calling me, baby?” Selina asked. “Why are you up this late talking to me?”
Selina listened to the sound of his breath for several minutes before he responded.
“I can’t sleep either,” he said.
“I guess that makes us both night owls.”
“I’ve been thinking about the last few months.” He let out a sigh. “And then I started thinking about you.”
Selina felt a warm trickle in her chest, one that was strange and unfamiliar. No one ever thought about her. No one ever gave her a passing thought. The only people who did were both dead.
A long stretch of radio silence passed between them, louder than the rain pattering on the window.
“Selina?” Batman said.
“Keep talking, baby,” Selina said. “I’m still here.” She crossed her ankles. “Why were you thinking about me?”
Selina heard a small sound on the other end.
“I guess I was worried,” he said.
“Worried about what?”
“I just thought when you left Gotham…you left alone for upstate very suddenly, and I…”
Batman ran out of words, which was strange even for someone as monosyllabic as him.
Selina couldn’t help it. Her face broke out into a playful grin.
“It’s okay, baby,” she said. “You can say you missed me.”
She listened for his response, but the other end was just the crackle of static.
“Baby?” Selina said. “Are you still there?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” he said.
“Something wrong?”
“No, I just…”
Batman was never an easy man to read. In the times they spoke in person, Selina had to get close to try to pry anything from him. His eyes, his mouth, his body language. Most men she met were easy, open as a book, and happy to open wider for her. Everything Batman did seemed to hide something. Even his voice was cloaked in shadows.
“Just what, baby?” Selina said, then smirked and rolled onto her side. “It’s getting late, you can’t keep me waiting.”
Batman exhaled through the phone.
“It’s good to hear you again,” he mumbled. “It’s good to know you’re okay.”
Something warm bloomed in Selina’s chest. She parted her lips, not sure what to say. She pictured him standing in her apartment right now. A tall, cloaked figure in a mask and cape and layers of armor to protect himself.
“I wish I could see your face,” Selina said.
She meant two things by that. She wanted to see him right now, but she also wanted to see his face under that mask. It had been a question rolling around in her head longer than she cared to admit. She thought about that masked avenger she met in the city, wondering who was hiding under all that leather and metal.
“I wish I could show you,” he said.
“Are you wearing a mask now?”
A long pause. Selina listened to the subtle shift in his breath.
“No,” he said.
Selina felt something warm rush down her body. If only she could look at him right now. His real face was just out of reach on the other side of the phone, and that thought drove her crazy. No way he’d turn his camera on and show his face. Still, there was that temptation in his voice. She could practically feel him in the room with her, yet she couldn’t imagine what he looked like under that cowl.
“So you’re home,” she said. “No crime fighting tonight?”
“No,” he said. “Just…focusing on other things.”
“Like some girl living miles away from you?”
Selina swore she could feel Batman blush on the other end, and it made her giggle. As much as he loved to put on a stoic face, Selina got around enough to know the bigger a guy’s bravado the more he had to hide.
“I just wanted to see if you made it to Bludhaven,” he said. “I wanted to know if you were safe.”
“Well, I’m in Bludhaven, and I’m perfectly safe.” Selina bit her lip. “I told you already, baby, I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can,” he said. “I just...“ His next words came out as soft as a breath. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since you left.”
His voice was low like a confessional. Selina’s heart lurched against her ribcage. For a moment she wasn’t sure what to say. She never exactly made her attraction to him a secret, but it still felt strange to hear him say that to her.
“I keep thinking about everything you said to me before you left,” Batman continued. “I looked back, you know. I took my eyes off the road to watch you drive away. I thought I saw you at Mitchell’s funeral on Falcone’s arm and…it just scared me.”
This was the most Batman had said to her at once. His words were droning out in a sleepy, late-night ramble. Selina listened closely.
“I thought about when we met in the Penguin’s office,” he continued. “When you delivered those dropheads. I thought about us on that sky tower…”
That’s when his voice trailed off. Selina’s lips alighted with the memory of their moment on the roof together. The moment she asked him to help her find Kenzie, she couldn’t take it anymore and kissed him. She remembered how cold yet soft his mouth was, the prickle of his whiskers on her upper lip, the way he smelled like rainwater and leather.
Selina’s voice softened, and the corner of her lips quirked into a small smirk.
“So that’s why you called me?” she said. “Can’t get the taste of me out of your mouth?”
Batman was silent on the other end. Selina smiled and rolled onto her back again.
“No need to be embarrassed, baby,” she said. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been thinking about you too. For a guy who doesn’t seem to get out much, you’re a pretty good kisser.”
Selina’s face flushed hot and her lips tingled remembering that kiss. The way she took his face in her hands, the way her heart and stomach bolted at the contact. Kissing was nothing new to her, but with Batman, it felt like a force she could feel in her bones.
“I wanted to kiss you,” he said. “Right before you left the city.”
“Why didn’t you?” Selina asked.
Another long pause.
“If I did, I would have left with you,” he confessed. “I knew I couldn’t make you stay in Gotham. If I kissed you, I would have followed you out of the city and never came back.”
Selina’s body surged hot and her heartbeat picked up.
“Really?” she said.
“I can’t leave Gotham,” he said. “And if you kissed me before you left, I wouldn’t have been able to stay.”
Selina felt warm all over, and she felt a particular heat creeping from between her legs. It didn’t help that Batman’s voice was like dark velvet, pouring from the phone. The back of her neck prickled and there were goosebumps along her back.
“That’s…” Selina said. “That’s sweet, Vengeance.”
“I wish we met differently,” he said. “Without the investigation, without all the mayhem. If the circumstances were different.”
“What if the circumstances were ‘different’?” she asked.
“If neither of us had been pulled away by other things. Not the Riddler, not Annika, not the investigation and GCPD.” He paused. “I know you think Gotham is hopeless. But things are changing here. You’d be surprised what can happen in this city.”
As Bruce spoke, as his voice whispered to her from miles away in the dark, Selina felt a warm, curling feeling fill her body.
“Maybe,” Selina said.
Without much thought, Selina’s hand moved slowly down her stomach and down the front of her shorts. Her fingers slipped under her underwear and over her folds. Her breath hitched as her fingertips made contact with her clit. A sound that Batman seemed to hear.
“Selina?” he said.
God, even the way he said her name made her blood rush hot.
“I’m here,” she said. Her voice came out low and breathy.
“Are you…?”
Selina paused her hand. What was she doing?
“Nothing,” she said. “I just…has anyone ever told you you have a nice voice?”
Batman’s response was a puzzled silence.
“I guess you don’t talk much,” Selina corrected herself. “It’s just that I don’t think you’ve spoken this many words to me before. And it’s quiet where I am, and…I just like listening to you.”
Selina bit her lip, wondering if maybe she said too much. She was about to pull her hand back out when Batman’s toe-curling baritone came crawling back through the phone.
“You like my voice?” he said.
He wasn’t teasing her. Nothing in his tone suggested that. But there was an enticed curiosity in his tone.
“Yeah,” Selina said. “I mean, I don’t really know what you look like, so your voice is all I have to go off of.” She chuckled. “That, and your mouth, I guess.”
Selina’s face went hot, remembering her fingers running along his jawline just below where the leather of his mask ended. She heard Batman let out a long, hot breath from his lips.
“I’ve missed your voice too,” he said. Now his voice was different, coming out in a low, breathy tone. “Keep talking, I love the sound of it.”
Selina lay completely still in bed. The darkness of her bedroom suddenly felt hotter. She couldn’t see anything, even with her eyes open, but she could hear his voice hot in her ear.
“What do you want me to say?” she asked.
“Anything,” he said. He sounded almost out of breath, like he was talking while running. “Say anything you want.”
Selina’s heart hitched when she realized what was happening. Her voice was having the same effect on him as his voice had on her.
“Vengeance,” Selina said carefully. “Where are you right now?”
It took him a second to respond.
“Home,” he said.
“Are you…lying down right now?”
She heard a small gulp from deep in his throat.
“Yes,” he whimpered.
Selina couldn’t quite believe it. All it took was her speaking to get this man groveling for her. And having that kind of power over someone like Batman sent an excited surge through her.
Selina shoved her hand down the front of her shorts again, with no hesitation this time. Her finger fumbled down into the dark until they found her opening, wet and hot.
She pressed two fingers inside and let out a small gasp, one she was certain Batman heard.
On the other end, she could hear his measured yet desperate breathing. Batman was a man obsessed with control, but right now his grasp on it was thread-thin. Selina released a warm, sultry sound into the phone and right into his ear miles away.
“Selina,” Batman moaned.
Selina bit her lips to keep herself from keening. Her hand worked between her thighs. He sounded exquisite. The deep, thunder-like gravel of his voice, but punctuated with the high-pitched whimpers of a man coming undone.
“Baby,” Selina said. “If you keep moaning like that, you’re going to make me do something. You’ve already got my fingers in me.”
Those words sent something off in him. Batman’s breathing became louder, gruffer, his moans hungrier. Selina closed her eyes and tried not to let the phone slip from her grasp. Her fingers pressed deeper and faster over her clit, sending waves of pleasure up from between her legs. She imagined him in that pitch-black bedroom with her, hovering over her with his ungloved fingers inside her and his warm sighs in her ear.
“I wish you were here,” Selina breathed into the phone. “I want you in this bed with me.” Her voice came out in breathless wisps. “I want you on top of me. I want to be on top of you . And I want you without that damn cowl on .”
There was a feverish rush to her demands. On the other end, Selina heard every breath flush hotly from Batman’s throat. She imagined his lips parting, his Adam’s apple moving, his pale face going red. Her fingers moved quickly over her clit, the thoughts of him sending her body into a hungry surge.
“I want to show you my face too,” he said. His words fumbled thoughtlessly from his lips. “I want to show you, so I can lay on the bed, and you can ride it.”
Those words sent shock waves through Selina’s body. Her hands worked faster in her pussy. Her lips parted as she let a low moan percolate from her throat to the phone. On the other end, she heard Batman suppress a groan that came out as a grunt. She imagined him in a similar position as her, lying on his bed, with the phone in one hand and his cock in the other.
“Baby…” Selina cooed into the phone. Her voice grew higher and louder as her body started rushing hotter. “Baby…I’ve missed you so much…”
“Selina,” he whimpered. “I…need you here…I can’t stand being away from you…”
Selina’s back arched over the bed as every nerve in her body burned. His voice was so close she could practically feel him next to her, beneath her, on top of her. She could feel his body heat and his hot breath on her neck. They were miles apart but they may as well have been rolling around in that bed together.
Batman’s breathing was getting louder, growing from a groan to a whimper. Selina felt herself getting close too. Each breath from the one brought her closer to the edge.
“Tell me your name,” she said. “Tell me your real name so I can say it.”
Batman’s heavy breathing paused.
“I…”
“Vengeance, I’m so hot and I’m about to burst, tell me your fucking name so I can scream it into the phone.”
Selina wished he was there with her more than ever at that moment, so she could slap him across the face and then bite his lip.
Batman was quiet in the other line, but she could still hear his ragged breath grow more desperate as he continued to work himself. She could hear him panting in time with her.
“Tell me,” she demanded.
Her body was rising to a climax, and based on the sounds he was making, he was too.
Batman groaned on the other end.
“Bruce,” he said. “My name is Bruce.”
“Bruce,” Selina repeated. Then she repeated it again. “Bruce…” Then louder. “ Bruce… ”
His name on her lips sent him over the edge. Selina heard him shiver from the other end.
“ Selina ,” he whimpered. “Fuck…I’m gonna…”
The two of them came at the same time. Selina’s chest rose and fell with every breath as her body ricocheted into a burst of pleasure. She let herself fall apart on the bed, uncaring if her sleeping neighbors heard her. On the other end, Bruce let out a shuddering moan. Both of them were quiet for several minutes, save for their heavy breaths, sitting together in the heated silence between them.
Selina sighed then grinned.
“You really missed me, didn’t you?”
Even through the phone, Selina could sense him blush. Selina pulled her hand out from her shorts.
“So,” she said once she caught her breath. “Your name is Bruce?”
“I’m…” he said, his voice still shaking. “I didn’t…” Pause. “I’ll…I’ll call again in the morning.”
And then, he hung up. Selina lay quiet in the dark for several minutes. Batman—no, Bruce’s —voice seemed to linger in the air like a scent. After a few minutes, she set her phone aside and then curled up under the blankets. His name turned over in her head. Bruce. Where could she connect that name in Gotham? It was right at the tip of her tongue, but she was exhausted and her brain was still warm and soupy from everything that just happened.
Selina closed her eyes and pulled her duvet up to her chin. Her body felt warm and light now, and she could feel sleep finally creeping its way under her skin.
