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- 1-Breakfast with Catwoman
- 1
The only thing that hinted Bruce Wayne just had a nightmare was the sudden butterfly flicker of his eyelash on the smooth, upper curve of his ‘pillow’ as he opened his eyes. He’d lost his fortune and had been relegated to digging ditches, construction, flipping burgers or some such. That part had been hazy. Instead of being curled against a beautiful woman in Wayne Mansion, he’d trudged in from labor to a dingy apartment filled with dirty, screaming children and a less-than-gorgeous woman in curlers and an open Wal-mart bathrobe showing far too much badly sagging breast.

He had those dreams occasionally, though not as often as the darker ones—the ones that came from dealing with the special people he came across during his extracurricular activities. He reminded himself it was just a dream by glancing past the splendid, naked curve of his ‘pillow,’ across the delicate neckline to this morning’s lovely face.

Selina had been sleeping soundly, her fingers curled lightly in his hair, clutching him against the soft cushion of her breast. The slight movement of his lashes stirred her to consciousness. She slept the way he did, with one eye open, if only figuratively. Even so, he knew she’d be ready, even eager, to play, foggy from sleep or not.

Not only was she beautiful, she was skilled in every sense, quick with intelligent conversation and she always had a pleasant surprise or two up her sleeve at the best times. If it weren’t for their lines of work, and the uncomfortable fact that they often crossed paths, he would have considered marrying her. As it was, marriage wasn’t something that would have worked well for either of them.

They lay together, his chest pressed against her right side, his stomach nestled against the curve of her hip. Her breath came and went, making his graying chest hair brush against her skin with each breath. His arm lay across her belly. His palm cupped her left breast in a sleepy grasp, his fingers resting lightly on its tip. His lips were parted slightly, as if guarding her thick, wet nipple. His breath teased in and out, cooling the moist nub so it and her dark areola stayed tight and hard.

Selina ignored the new red welts on the white of her breast from his nightmare clutching and dropped her fingers from his hair to caress his cheek. Her voice was quiet, soft, soothing. “Nightmare?”

He closed his mouth, sliding his lips together around her nipple. As he traced a finger lightly down one of the red marks, his memory of the nightmare faded. He slid his hand gently over the inner curve of her left breast and back up the inner curve of her right, marveling at how silky smooth and pristine white her skin still was, as compared to his scarred chest. He lifted his face for a moment, casually moving his palm in a lazy circle across her stiff flesh, wiping the wetness he’d left in sleep away, as if he thought she wouldn’t notice that he drooled.

She smiled and kissed the top of his head, letting him change the subject from his dreams with his touch. Her voice turned husky. “Good morning, love.”

His face settled back into the comfort of her breast and he parted his lips so its tip again pressed between them. He closed his teeth, deliberately pinching a thick fold of areola, trapping it for his lips and tongue. He responded unintelligibly to her question around the mouthful, then began sucking and nibbling on the captured nub, letting the feel of her supple flesh in his mouth tease him as much as he teased her.

She gasped when his right hand trailed up the inside of her thigh and parted her moist pussy lips. Just as one of his fingertips found the bud of her clitoris, he reached around from behind her neck and tweaked her left nipple. Closing his teeth a little tighter, he sucked hard.

Pain thrilled through her chest, making her gasp. He redoubled his teasing, pleased at her moaning response. She parted her thighs and pressed her chest up against his face as a reward, inviting more of everything.

He rolled his hand, sliding first one finger, then a second, deep into her. As he began stroking inside her, he pinned her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. At the same time, one hand, buried perfectly between her legs, stroked inside and out while the other squeezed and twisted her left breast. He snagged the base of her nipple between his thumb and fingernails, pinching hard as he rolled his teeth together. Tender flesh bruised, but didn’t quite break.

Selina’s teeth snapped together as she drew a long hissing breath. Then her throaty, “Oh, yes!” brought another smile to his lips. Her words had little to do with the pain, and everything to do with wanting more.

She started grinding herself against him, pressing his hand harder and driving his fingers deeper into her. Her fingers curled tighter into his hair, encouraging him. Her other hand found his swollen, throbbing cock and clenched it. It seemed to him as if her responses weren’t so much designed to entice, but rather to just hang on. He could hear her breathing rasp and feel her heart hammer in her chest.

His shaft stiffened almost painfully, and a rolling wave of pleasure ran up its length. A drop of moisture split the small slit at its tip. She spread it around his glans with the pad of her thumb. He closed his eyes as she rubbed the ‘V’, making his cock swell even more. Then, without warning, she rolled over smoothly, straddled him and slid his tingling penis deeply inside her with a quiet, wet slap as she dropped. The warm, tight wetness made him gasp. The deliberate squeeze that followed almost sent him over the edge.

Eventually he looked up at her heaving chest. Having settled into a sexy, slow grind, her breasts swayed as if beckoning him. He noticed she was watching him, a slight smile curling the corners of her mouth. She grabbed her left breast as if it were a hoagie sandwich, bent her head toward it, and easily drew her nipple between her moist lips. She sucked hard, drawing more of it in as she watched him watch, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Once she was certain she had his undivided attention, she bit down, setting her pearly teeth firmly into the thick wrinkles at her nipple’s base. The sight made Bruce’s dick jump. Her smile told him she felt it move inside her—that and the fact that she ground a bit faster against him, clutching him even harder. A few seconds later, she closed her eyes and loudly sucked the trapped nub as she lifted her head, stretching first her nipple, then her entire breast. His cock had started tingling, throbbing with a growing need to come. He tried to see to that need by pumping, but she had him pinned, teasing him with her control.

Her hands dropped from her breast and she held it just by the nipple with her teeth, then she started purring. Her right hand found her other breast, and she began twisting that nipple, stretching and pulling. As he was considering throwing her over, she lifted up on him, then slid back down, finally addressing his aching desire. Her purr turned to a moan and she pulled both nipples harder, grinding her teeth from side to side and imbedding her fingernails in the other ruddy areola. He watched, amazed as she tormented herself, seeming to enjoy the pain even more than he enjoyed watching it.

By then, she was driving hard, using his cock for her own evil pleasure. He wanted to close his eyes, to concentrate on the feel of her on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop watching her breasts. Finally, it became too much and he tried to take a nipple for himself. Instead of letting him, she shoved him back down. Then, with a vicious jerk, she let go of her right nipple and let her left slowly slip from between her grinding teeth until both breasts bobbled free.

While he was admiring the livid teeth marks decorating the base of her scored nipple, she reached back and slid her fingers together behind her head, drawing her full breasts tight. Her eyes dancing with mischief and lust, she gave him a sexy Madonna smile and arched her back, presenting them to him like an offering as she started back in with a slow, seductive roll, slowing the tempo, working his cock with her pussy and pushing her soft ass down on his hips.

Unable to resist any longer, he went for a nipple. Yet again, she shoved him back down. Then, tickled at his frustration, she shimmied her shoulders, provoking him even more with her jiggling breasts. Her voice sounded hoarse, quiet and hungry. “Spank them.”

Though more used to the garden-variety type of schoolgirl spanking some of his other female friends had enjoyed, he didn’t hesitate to pick a spot and swing. Her soft flesh molded to his palm for an instant as the loud slapping sound echoed through the room. Her right breast bounced hard, partially flattening against the left, then both rebounded from the blow. She gasped, and her pussy squeezed him tighter as her rolling grind became more desperate. She let him slap her breasts until they were a brilliant pink and his cock had started an insistent tingling. Then she bent over so they swayed over his face.

He pushed himself up on his elbows and reached for the nearest nipple with his gaping mouth. This time she let him. As his lips found purchase, she wrapped her fingers in the hair above his neck and eagerly pulled his face into her breast. He sucked the whole of her nipple into his mouth, then, trapping it with a hard bite into her areola’s outer edge, rolled his tongue around the hot flesh. Keeping it sucked deep, he shifted a little and bit her again, then again. Soon, he was all but chewing, sucking voraciously, enjoying the feel of the meaty tip in his mouth while Selina hissed and moaned in delight.

When a particularly hard nip broke her rhythm, he stopped biting for a moment, letting her recover while he sucked and soothed, tapping the tip of her nipple with the tip of his tongue. When she settled back into her quiet moan, he grabbed her ass with his right hand, closing his fingers into the soft flesh, using it as counter pressure to the grinding roll of his hips.

Selina’s breaths became faster, and she shoved her breast harder against his face, all but smothering him, urging him on. “Oh, God, Bruce… Yes!”

She dragged her nails across his shoulders, digging hard at the same time as she slipped up and down on his rigid shaft. No amount of distraction could stop the wave of ecstasy that had been simmering deep in his groin from starting a slow boil. He clenched her right breast, his fingernails dragging and digging, deliberately crushing it, again marking what had been satin white skin with brilliant, broken trails of red. He dragged his teeth up the length of her areola, biting even harder when the thick flesh at the base of her nipple snagged between them.

He stretched it cruelly, pulling her breast into a strained cone until she hissed and he finally let go. Raw lust consumed him as the heavy mound snapped back with a provoking, quivering bounce. Before it stopped jiggling, he bit into the lower curve, twisting around so he could breathe around the fatty mound. The feel of her soft skin folding between his teeth pushed him closer to the edge. After leaving a set of livid marks, he filled his mouth with her again, adding another set of bruising marks. As he left interlocking bruises all over her breast, she bucked against him, all but crushing him between her thighs, her pussy squeezing his cock mercilessly, violently.

As it became clear she was about to come, she clasped his face, tearing him from the inside of her breast and shifting his mouth back to her nipple. By then, he needed no urging. He was more than happy to give the ruddy tip another vicious bite. Selina cried out, but the sudden stiff shiver and the hard, cock-milking roll told him ecstasy drove the sound. Reacting to her violent response, his belly clenched, but just as the eruption began, she screamed, “Yes, Bruce…Yes! YES!” and rammed her fingertips into the base of his cock.

Bruce almost cried out himself as her fingers pressed deep, stopping the hot flow of semen as if she had stemmed the eruption of a volcano. While his orgasm died prematurely, she used his cock to bring her through a long, powerful climax, her cries resounding through the room.

When she’d finally collapsed beside him, breathing hard and laughing quietly at the look on his face, he tried to decide if he was angry or simply more sexually frustrated than ever. Focusing on the scratches, marks and gouges he’d left on her mottled skin, he started to roll over on top of her, intent on fucking her raw and laying into her tits with a vengeance when he was stopped by a discreet rapping on the bedroom door.

He was about to order Alfred away when Selina slapped her hand playfully over his mouth and called out. “Come in.” Her voice was still husky and breathless from sex. They had just enough time to pull the sheets to their waists when his greying butler came in, rolling a portable breakfast cart ahead of him. Her eyes full of roguish challenge, Selina whispered, “You’ve been holding out on me, Batman. I want to see the real you this time.”

Bruce didn’t have time to consider what she’d said before his butler was at the bedside. The cart carried everything he’d need to make Bruce’s breakfast. Two silver domes covered whatever Alfred had selected for the main course. Next to the domes were utensils rolled inside a pressed, black linen napkin and a pair of polished silver salt and pepper shakers. A cup of black coffee and a large glass of orange juice waited on the edge of the cart nearest the bed, and an iPad rested beside a small, butcher-block cutting board.

When the white-aproned man stopped directly beside Selina, she took the iPod and tapped Bruce impishly on the head. “Sit up, sleepyhead. Let Alfred work.”

Bruce groaned quietly, forcing himself to leave her alone as he shifted into a sitting position against the headboard. Still governed more by the healthy erection that tented the sheet than by his more standard hunger, he gazed down at her breasts. He hadn’t held back. That was part of the benefits of taking a Catwoman into your bed, after all. She smiled at him and arched her back a bit, wearing the bite marks and discolored skin with pride. He reached out and traced a dark bruise that ran across her areola’s hard wrinkles and bumps and up the length of her nipple. The stiff nub hardened even more.

Interrupting his exploration, Selina gave him a quick kiss and grabbed the iPad. Then she nestled backward into her pillow until she was face up, flat on the mattress, deliberately making her tits shake the entire time. Once settled, she held the pad straight up above her face and tapped the touchscreen a few times. “So, Top Stories or Tech?”

Bruce had little care for the news. His cock throbbed beneath the sheets, and he was far more interested in getting even. He watched his butler move toward Selina’s left breast with a steaming white towel. Until Selina, these early morning breakfast trysts had been all about decadence, tits and ass as props, proof of his wealth as he dined off beautiful, naked women and let the paparazzi get just enough to keep his playboy reputation hot. But Selina had just changed all that. He couldn’t have cared less about the food. If he’d read her right—and he was quite certain he had—this time, the food was just going to be an excuse. He couldn’t recall ever having been so intrigued or, if he were to admit it, aroused. He watched her move her arms out of the way, giving his butler unfettered access.

“Surprise me,” he said.

A barely noticeable smile complemented an odd twinkle in Selina’s eyes as she began reading and Alfred took her left breast in both hands through the towel. She gasped as the scalding heat touched her, closing her eyes until she got used to the heat. Bruce simply watched as she eventually relaxed and started again

"Jennifer Arriston finally addressed rumors that have been haunting her for quite some. She is not a nudist. 'No, we don't walk around nude,' Arriston said, talking to pal Chelsea Hagler on "Chelsea Recently" Wednesday night, about a tabloid report that fiancé Justin Theron has converted her to nudism. 'I mean, we do when it's appropriate,' she clarified."

After scrubbing and massaging her left breast, the butler took another hot towel from under the cart and wrapped it around the other side. He deliberately pinched its meaty tip through the scalding cloth. Bruce chuckled when Selina hissed and a humorless smile played across the butler’s lips.

“Perhaps Miss Selina would like to find a topic less…close to home?”

“The first reviews for Wolverine have begun hitting the internet, and overall the reviews are trending positive. In fact, Wolverine currently has a higher rating than both Iron Man and The Dark Knight on Rotten…”

Alfred squeezed. Hard.

She quickly switched to a tech article. Nodding his approval, Alfred slipped the towels back under the cart and pulled out a beautifully-crafted, white ceramic platter—of sorts. Unlike most platters, however, this one had two largish holes cut and glazed into it, equally spaced from the center to be exactly where Selina’s breasts would be, and each about two inches narrower than those same breasts. She and the butler it was no coincidence; she’d come to him with the idea several weeks before. To his credit, a raised eyebrow and slight smile were the only reactions Bruce allowed.

As she read, Alfred set the platter across her chest. Her breasts bulged a bit through the holes. The butler snagged her left areola securely below the nipple, placed the other hand firmly on the plate between her breasts, and began to pull. There was never any idea what was going on in his head, but by his demeanor, you would have thought he was simply plucking a chicken.

“Shifts in climate are strongly linked to increases in violence around the world, a study suggests. US scientists found that even small changes in temperature or rainfall correlated with a rise in assaults, rapes and murders, as well as group conflicts and war.”

Deciding he wasn’t going to allow his butler to be the only one having any fun, Bruce seized Selina’s other nipple and began working her breast through the second hole, albeit it with considerably more vigor. “Keep reading. I want to hear about this.”

She seemed to have little difficulty focusing on the pad, even with all the pinching and tugging. “The researchers looked at 60 studies from around the world, with data spanning hundreds of years. They report a "substantial" correlation between climate and conflict. Their examples include an increase in domestic violence in India during recent droughts, and a spike in assaults, rapes and murders during heatwaves in the US.”

By the time she’d finished the otherwise short article, Bruce and his butler had worked the platter to her chest. From the way her breasts bulged out of the holes, it was a safe bet the seal was water—and anything else—tight. Bruce let go of her nipple with a decidedly cruel twist, once again setting her breasts to quivering.

“Alfred, get me a copy of that study. In fact, get me an appointment with its authors...no, the entire team. Tomorrow would be good.”

While reaching for one of the silver domes, the butler rolled his eyes and nodded. “Perhaps Master Bruce would like me to part the Red Sea while I am at it, sir?”

“Already been done, Alfred.”

“Yes, sir, I am aware, but it has been a while.” The dome came off, revealing a large stack of hot silver-dollar pancakes and a ceramic cruet almost overflowing with steaming syrup.

“And you’re old enough to have been there the first time. Now, are you going to feed me, or not?”

“Heaven forfend you should have to show patience, Master Bruce.” Alfred lifted the second dome. Beneath it was an assortment of fresh, chilled berries and a pitcher filled with cream so cold mist was wafting from it.

Though Bruce’s erection was still prominent beneath the sheet, the banter with his long-time friend had taken the edge off his frustration—though it had done nothing to dull his anticipation. Thinking about breakfast, he cupped the coffee mug in his hands and took a tentative sip. Just hot enough, he took a deeper one and watched Alfred spread a healthy serving spoon of berries over Selina’s left breast, pleased that the servant took great care to leave her nipple and areola uncovered.

Though a few of the berries fell off one side or the other, most of them stayed put across the flat center of the heavy mound. Her nipple reacted to the cold, becoming tight and erect amidst the other berries. His cock followed her nipple’s suit, growing harder as his thoughts strayed to how he planned to enjoy that one particular berry.

Once another spoonful of berries decorated that breast, the butler grabbed a couple of silver-dollar cakes with silver tongs and laid them on Selina’s other breast, just outside the edge of her areola. By the time Alfred had surrounded the tip and buttered the hot pancakes, Selina was breathing hard. Bruce had no idea if it was because she found the whole concept erotic—which he knew she did—or because they burned, which he surmised they also did given the newly flaccid state of that nipple.

Apparently, Alfred noticed as well. He began deftly knotting two napkins together. Once a mouth-sized knot connected them, he moved to the head of the bed. “Would Miss Selina like some help maintaining decorum before I…top Master Bruce’s breakfast?”

Selina looked at her food-laded chest and smiled sardonically, her eyes still playful. They’d already learned she was a bit of a screamer. “Decorum would be good, Alfred.” She opened her mouth so the butler could wedge the knot between her teeth then tie the cloth behind her head. Once Alfred was done gagging her, he took the iPad and offered it to Bruce

He shook his head. “You are kidding, right? You’re getting to the best part.”

Alfred looked knowingly at Selina, set the pad under the cart, then came back to her carrying more napkins. “Given your reluctance to put a ring on this one, sir, I would not presume to know what you consider ‘the best part’, or if you even know yourself.”

Bruce noticed Selina’s face take on a decidedly neutral expression, but she otherwise acted as if she was ignoring the conversation.

Batman, however, was getting irritated. “Now isn’t the time, Al…”
As the butler started tying her wrists to the rings he’d installed beneath the headboard years earlier, he noted with even more cheekiness than before, “Is it ever, Master Bruce?”

Before Bruce could reply, Alfred retrieved the sweet cream and moved back toward Selina. Choosing to let the repetitive argument go, Bruce watched the butler pour. The moment the cold liquid hit her breast, Selina breathed deep and quick through the gag and stiffened. The thick liquid was likely well below freezing and, as it flowed over berries and breast, her nipple and its surroundings puckered as tight as they could get. By the time cream covered the fruit, trickled down her breast, and pooled in all her areola’s crevices, tiny goose bumps covered her breast.

The butler set the small pitcher aside and picked up the cruet. Bruce knew the homemade maple syrup was easily as hot as the cream was cold, as proven by Selina’s sudden reaction. Wide-eyed, she pulled against her bindings, spread her knees wide beneath the sheets, and fought to keep from moving her breast to safety as the syrup flowed like lava over the pancakes and across her nipple. To her credit, she just managed not to upset the platter. Ignoring Miss Selina’s quiet keening moan, Alfred poured the entire cruet, smothering the pancakes and drowning her breast in sticky, liquid fire.

While Bruce’s plaything caught her breath, he slipped closer to her, unrolled the utensils and put the napkin across his lap. Alfred finished off the morning’s offering by handing his employer the orange juice.

“Is there anything else you will need, sir?”

Bruce took the glass and looked at Selina. Having been deprived of a happy ending earlier, his belly clenched and his cock jumped at the sight. As well-versed in psychology as he was, he had to admit she’d known exactly what she was doing. This was going to be a very special breakfast.

“No thank you, Alfred. I think I’m good.”

Ever astute, the butler caught the tent pole under the sheets, as well as the unusually hungry look in his Bruce’s eyes. “Might I remind Master Bruce that our doctor is enjoying a well-deserved day at the golf club? And, while I’m quite certain tending to Miss Selina’s lovely assets would be far more enjoyable for him than taking care of your frequent…mishaps…it would be a shame to disturb him.”

Bruce smiled, thinking again about Selina’s fingers rammed in the base of his cock as he surveyed her food-laden breasts. “I make no guarantees, Alfred.

The butler tsked and began walking toward the door, “As you wish, sir.”

“Thank you, Alfred.”

“Of course, sir.”

With that, Bruce, alone with Selina and her delicious chest, picked up a small, sharp, two-pronged fork. He took a moment to decide on a blueberry then he looked deliberately at the lovely woman. Her eyes twinkled. She looked expectant, even wanting. She spread her knees a bit more beneath the sheets, smiled around the gag and carefully raised her chest.

Taking his cue, Bruce speared the berry considerably harder than necessary.

He took his time eating, enjoying Alfred’s choice of classical music playing in the background as he read Google’s news. He was amazed at how quickly Selina adjusted to his deliberately enthusiastic jabs and settled back into the bed, her eyes closed. After the first few minutes, her hips began rolling slightly, not enough to disturb Bruce’s breakfast, but enough to let him know she was getting more out of his erotic dining than one might think. Watching her breast shift and dimple with each scraped spoonful of cream, carved bite of pancakes or speared piece of fruit made a fairly ordinary breakfast into a sensual event that served only to drive him deeper into desire.

By the time he’d polished off most of the meal, sex was all he had on his mind. He slowly poured a few teaspoons of cream across her still cool nipple, watching the frigid liquid flow through the maze of tight crevices around the thick nub. He found a spot that hadn’t yet been poked or scratched and jabbed the small fork into it, this time without benefit of a bite of fruit to cushion the tines. Not quite breaking the skin, the fork found deep purchase. Then he twisted it, wrapping her areola around its prongs like taffy. A full 360 degrees later, dark flesh surrounded the utensil, and he was sucking and nipping what little cream actually remained with far more vigor than was necessary.

Encouraging him with a quiet moan, Selina splayed her thighs even more, enough to pull the sheet off her legs. Bruce lifted the fork, holding her spun areola in place as he glanced down. Her pussy gleamed in the soft light, glazed with her juices.

He poured more icy cream over the twisted forkful and bit, trapping her abused flesh between his teeth and the metal prongs. Her quiet moan rose in pitch as he twisted the fork a little more, stretching her breast as he forced the large bite past his lips. Securing the large mouthful in a firm bite, he slid the fork free, leaving his mouth full of her. After rather enthusiastically enjoying his mouthful until it was beyond well-bruised and Selina was losing the ability not to buck, he gave her a reprieve by lapping and biting the cream from her breast.

By the time he’d licked her breast clean, albeit by replacing the sweet white cream with a wide variety of bite and fork marks, he was too horny to hold back any longer. Throwing the sheet aside, he climbed on top of her, eager to complement the rest of his breakfast with a satisfying fuck.

Anticipating his need, Selina lifted her feet, opening her legs for him. As his cock split her wet, flushed labia, she wrapped her thighs around his ass, pulling him in. They moaned together, both eager for what was about to come. After hammering her pussy with several loud, wet thrusts, he pushed the knife and fork aside and wrenched the platter from her chest. The seals broke from her breasts with a moist slurp, and the messy mounds settled with a mouthwatering bounce.

He set custom platter aside and pounded into her a few more times, taking her at her word. Selina met his brutal thrusts with equal ferocity, making each collision echo through the room with a loud, wet smack. When he picked up the knife and fork, she thrust her chest into the air and crushed him against her with her strong legs. She closed her eyes as he poured more scalding syrup, spattered it over her breast as she ground her pussy against him while hissing around the gag.

Now fully into answering her demand with action, Bruce jabbed the syrup-smothered breast’s outside curve with the fork and drew the knife across it. It was all he could do not to give in entirely, to show her what he was capable of doing. Instead, he scratched a web work of lines all across the jiggling mound, most of them dotted with tiny specks of crimson but none so deep she’d need much aftercare. By then, Selina was in her own world, working his cock hard inside her and breathing as hard as he was.

Driven solely by lust, he pinned her nipple with the sharp tines, dimpling it deep into her breast. He slid the knife down the fork and pressed the blade into her flesh, its edge not quite cutting. Her nipple puckered—as if eager to feel the knife’s cut—and she met his eyes, her expression a combination of defiance and evil mischief. Once she had his attention, she slowly pushed her breast up into the blade. The blade pressed deeper and she arched her back with catlike grace.

Against Alfred’s better judgment, Bruce held the knife steady, letting her do the work. They both watched crimson lines well up along the knife’s edge. He felt her legs relax, letting her slide back off him. Then, with a sudden shrug that made the blade slice even deeper, she buried her rear into the bed then slammed her pussy into him, taking his cock to the hilt, screaming as she set off both their climaxes.

Relinquishing all control as he drove into her with bed-shaking thrusts, Bruce dropped the utensils and buried his teeth into her nipple. Matching him thrust for thrust, Selina screamed in ecstasy. He could barely make out another, “OH, GOD…YES!” followed by a lot more cries that got louder and less coherent the harder he pounded and the more thoughtlessly he enjoyed her breast.

Their climaxes seemed to last for minutes before, finally, they were both spent. She collapsed back beside him onto the bed, her legs splayed limply, her breath hard and raspy. He was able to hold himself upright just long enough inspect the damage. Selina had gotten what she’d asked for, though he really thought Alfred had enough medical training to take care of her long enough for the doctor to get in at least nine holes. After that, she’d have plenty of bruises and a couple of stitches decorating her cat-cleavage for a few weeks.

Satisfied she’d be fine, he pillowed his cheek on the cooler, less sticky and arguably less battered of her breasts, drew her nipple into his mouth, and closed his eyes. Sucking absently, he listened to her heartbeat and breathing slow. Eventually she settled into a quiet nap. He let his thoughts drift to Alfred’s earlier admonitions. It wasn’t as if the old butler cared about the doctor’s golf schedule. He’d grown attached to Selina, and he knew she’d be as close to a match for Bruce as they would likely ever find.

He traced a bleeding bite mark with his fingertip and closed his eyes. If he dreamed about being trapped on a desert island with a particularly masochistic, intelligent, big-breasted cat burglar with a penchant for surprises, maybe he’d see it as a sign and reconsider. There were worse things in life, after all.
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