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She's Not a Saint	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jon opened the car door, holding out his hand for me to take. I got out, gently squeezing his hand. He looked so good in his suit, and I made a mental note to get him out of it as soon as possible.
“Before we go in there,” He hesitated for a second. “I need to ask you something.”
I nodded, gently fixing his tie. “You know you can ask me anything.”
He looked around, making sure no one was close enough to hear. “He wants a dance with you. He’ll behave, but he was insistent.”
“Then I guess we should get inside quick, so we have time for it before we have to meet Papa.” I gently pulled him into the small manor, where the other guests were already dancing.
He swept me into a waltz alongside the other couples. “Are you sure you’re alright with this?”
“Yes.” I squeezed his hand. “He gets one dance, and if he refuses to let you have control again, I know how to get you back.”
I watched as the darkness spread across his face, and his grip tightened around my hand.
“Behave yourself.” I whispered, as we continued dancing.
“Scout’s honour.” He slid his arm around my waist, pulling me right up against him, with his hand on the bare skin of my back. “I just wanted to know what it felt like. I only get muted sensations when I’m in the back seat. And he blocks me out when you two are… enjoying each other’s company.”
I watched him curiously. “And what do you hope to gain? Do you still think me a threat to your existence?”
“No, I…” He hesitated, and I thought I saw Jon for a moment. “I think you are what he needs sometimes, and I’m what he needs other times.”
“So you won’t fight me anymore?”
He shook his head. “I won’t.”
I was surprised, and unsure how to reply. I never expected him to accept me as part of Jon’s life, and I thought we would be having this fight until I gave in.
“I’m sorry if my presence made you feel threatened.” I said quietly. “It was never my intention to get rid of you.”
He suddenly twirled me around, pulling me back against his chest as the music came to an end. “I should let the two of you get back to it.”
I felt his hold on me relax a little, and I turned to find he’d released control to Jon. I gave him a sweet smile, pressing a kiss to his hand. “Welcome back.”
He kissed me softly. “Thank you.”
I shook my head. “You don’t need to thank me.”
“I don’t see your father anywhere.” He commented, as we stepped off to one side.
“No, I’m not surprised.” I gently led him towards the back where the parlour was. “He always does his business dealings before he joins the party. It’s probably a good idea if I go in alone first.”
He nodded. “I’ll be here when you come out.”
I took a breath, then pushed open the door and stepped inside. Papa looked up, and when he saw that it was me, he leapt up and ran over, pulling me in for a hug.
“I’m glad to see you’re alright, principessa.” He stepped back to look at me. “Tony told me you were being held prisoner.”
I pulled away, looking at him in shock. “You had Tony follow me around? How long has this been going on?”
“I want you to be safe, Liliana. And I won’t do business with Doctor Crane until I’m certain you’re not doing anything you don’t want to be doing.” He walked back around to his seat.
“Papa, this is what I want. I know you want to protect me, and I thank you for that.” I walked over, kneeling beside his chair and resting my hands on his. “But I love him, so please don’t drive him off.”
He laughed, gently patting my hand. “I promise to be nice. Send him in.”
I got up, leaving the study a little unsure of whether this was going to go well or not. Jon was waiting awkwardly outside, clearly trying to avoid attracting attention.
“How did it go?” He asked, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it.
“I’ve done all I can. He says he’ll be nice.”
I watched as he went inside, trying to stay calm. If he messed this up, my father would have his head, and I’d lose the man I loved. I trusted Jon, but I wasn’t entirely sure I trusted Papa to keep his promise.
I was glad this party was full of businessmen from out of town, simply because they would be less likely to talk to me. They were all focused on business discussions and spending money. Which suited me, because I was panicking internally.
It felt like an hour passed before he finally stepped out, looking fairly pleased. Before he could say anything, I took his hand and led him through to a small room full of bookshelves. Each one was packed with books, and a large desk sat in the middle of the floor. I gently locked the door, so that no one would disturb us.
“What is this room?” Jon asked, looking around.
“It’s where I spent most of my teenage years, when I wasn’t helping Papa.” I ran my fingers along the desk, looking out to the window. “I watched the world go by from this room. The principessa trapped in her tower. It was like I was a prisoner for my own protection... They always say it’s for your own protection.”
I felt his hand in the curve of my back, and my heart began to race. He was right behind me, and he brushed my hair over my shoulder so he could press a kiss to my back.
“You’re no one’s prisoner.” He whispered, tilting my head to the side so he could kiss my neck. “Not anymore.”
I moaned, feeling my skin heat up at his touch. I wanted to turn, to kiss him deeply, but he was holding me in place as he gently nipped at my neck. His hands drifted up my body, and over my chest, pulling the straps of my dress off my shoulders.
Taking hold of my arm, he turned me around to face him. “I never asked if you wanted to stay.”
“Where else would I go?” I pulled him close, gently loosening his tie. “Back to my life before? I don’t know that I belong there anymore. I love you and it’s you that I want.”
I kissed him hard, desperate for more of his touch. There was nothing that could tear me away from him now, and maybe I wanted him to prove that by fucking me right then and there.
He grabbed me by the waist, then lifted me onto the desk. I leaned in to kiss him again, but he stopped me, pressing his finger to my lips.
“You’re healing. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll just be more careful.” I bit my lip, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “But I wore this dress just for you…”
He finally kissed me again, his hands drifting along my thighs as he lifted my dress up my body. “Then I guess I shouldn’t waste this opportunity.
Tossing my dress aside, he moved to kiss my neck. I could barely breathe as he pressed his fingers to my clit, sending a wave of heat through my body. I didn’t care about taking off his shirt anymore, I just wanted him inside me.
Before I could undo his pants, he gently pushed me back onto the table. He pressed kisses down my body, stopping at my thigh.
“You’re so perfect.” He whispered, sliding my underwear down my legs. “Every inch of your skin is so soft, and you taste so good.”
I pushed him off with my foot, sitting up. “Stop teasing me.”
He kissed me, wrapping one arm around my body. I pulled him close, moaning as he bit my lip.
He pulled me to the edge of the desk, and kicked off his pants. I clung to him, gasping as he plunged inside me. He was in control of my body, every touch, every thrust getting the exact reaction he wanted from me.
I buried my face in his neck, drawing moans out of him with every kiss. He was breathing so heavily, unevenly, and I wanted more. More moaning, more everything.
“Will anyone hear us?” He asked.
“Only if they come to this wing, which is unlikely.” I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Good.” He slid his hand down my body, softly teasing my clit. “I want to hear you.”
I jerked against him, a small yelp escaping my lips. His cool fingers made short work of my pleasure, making me shudder and moan as he continued.
“Jon…” I breathed, feeling the heat swelling up inside of me.
“Let me hear you.” He almost demanded, his free hand gently wrapping around my throat.
I was shaking, barely able to hold myself together as he pushed me back down onto the desk. He wasn’t choking me, thought I wouldn’t have minded if he did. The pressure of his hand was just enough, and it made everything somehow feel more powerful.
I didn’t even have a chance to prepare myself before it hit me. My back arched up off the table, and I let out a scream. He held me in place, thrusting more and more unevenly until he suddenly scooped me up off the wood and held me close.
It was only a few more moments, and he clung to me, a deep moan escaping him as his body gave in to me. I wrapped my arms around him, listening to his breathing as we both relaxed.
“I know a back way out.” I whispered. “No one will see us.”
He chuckled, stepping back and pulling his pants up. “You don’t want to rejoin the party?”
“Definitely not. I hate these business parties.” I got dressed again, making sure my dress was sitting right. “I didn’t want to come in the first place, but Papa can be insistent.”
He pulled me close, kissing me gently. “Let’s get out of here.”
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