Catwoman: Twisted Addiction - 6 (Patreon)

The beat of the club music mirrored that of her heart. The deep bass pounded into Selina’s ears, thumping vibrations reaching down into her very bones.

She loved it.

There had been more than just a simple change. There had been a transformation. Selina Kyle was a different woman now. The same name, the same body, the same desires, but her recent crucible had made her anew. The trial had defiled her… and then rejuvenated her.

Before she was Catwoman. But now? She was Catwoman unleashed.

Tonight she was wearing a different skin. Her black suit, so tight and shiny and sexy, was left at home. In its place, Selina donned garb that was no less alluring… but covered quite a bit less.

Her clubwear was a minidress, ruched and black as midnight. Tight to her body, clinging to the proud contours of her figure, her flat tummy, her hips, her full breasts. Cradling them like a lover would. The sleeves were long and sheer, possessing the consistency of dense smoke.  The skirt was short, ending at her mid-thigh, leaving the rest of her long, sensual legs bare. The square neck dipped low, baring her collarbone and offering a tantalizing hint of cleavage.

And upon her neck, a band of black fabric. It matched her dress well, but that wasn’t why it thrilled Selina to wear it. It was underneath that sent a wicked shiver through her body. The gift with her name on it.

Roman’s gift. The very same that had made her his.

The man in question was seated less than a foot away. Right beside her in their private booth. The club was his and this particular spot was reserved for him and him alone… as well as any company he wished to bring.

Tonight, it was Selina. And she knew well that she was his most prized guest of all. She could see it in his eyes as he looked at her, his sharp gaze burning now with the ravenous hunger she had become more than familiar with. Selina knew then that she was going to get fucked that evening.

The thought exhilarated her.

The music continued to boom loudly, almost deafening. The beat pulsed through Selina’s veins, stoking the heat within that much more. Feeling daring, she scooted closer to the man in charge. Gotham’s top dog. Closer until her hips touched his. The smirk on his face told Selina she had him.

She draped herself upon his flank, sensual curves pressing into his firm shoulder. She gazed up at him with starry eyes, her ruby-red lips spreading into a dazzling smile.

“I think it’s time we turned in, no?” She managed to speak over the thumping DJ.

Roman’s grin remained, but the heat in his eyes was blistering now. He slid an arm around her waist, his hand settling nicely upon her hip. His fingertips just barely reached past the hem of her minidress, teasing at her bare thigh. Selina hummed, squirming closer into Roman.

“Pretty eager to get me alone, aren’t you?” Roman rumbled. Selina loved the way his words vibrated deep in his chest.

“It’s been such a long day, Roman.” Selina purred, sliding a hand up his chest. She delighted in the firmness of his lean body beneath the dark dress shirt. The material was soft, smooth, but Roman was warm and hard. “I want you all to myself.”

Her desire was clear. Her touch was gentle, but becoming stronger. Her hand slipped from his chest, dropping lower. Fingers played at his gut, feeling up the muscle there. Selina was practically in Roman’s lap then, their faces inches apart. And still she smiled so innocently, batting her eyes like some lovestruck sex kitten.

Roman breathed, in and out. His nostrils flared, a moment passing as he considered her offer. His grin grew a tiny bit, his eyes flashing with dark intent. He began to slide out of the private booth. Selina followed, her heart racing as giddy excitement rushed through her body.

He offered a hand, helping her to her feet. His thumb brushing over her skin was like splendid fire. She wanted to drag him down to the floor right then and there. But this was his show, his domain. With the pleasures she knew Roman could give her, Selina was more than content with her new place.

She watched him tap the shoulder of one of his men, a tall, thickly built fellow in a dark suit. Roman spoke loudly to be heard over the music and the dancing crowd.

“I’m taking this somewhere private.” He told his man. “Keep an eye on the club for me.”

“Sure thing, boss.” The goon nodded.

And that was that. Roman was already cutting his way through the sea of his patrons with Selina in tow. She let him lead, strutting close behind with her hand in his. Selina beamed, feeling eyes upon her. She knew damn well what kind of figure she cut in her club dress. She could almost sense the desire, the want being directed towards her. It thrilled her… but not as much as the prospect of her very near future.

All these people, the drunken clubgoers and dancers, they could look upon her body and desire to their heart’s content. But only Roman would truly have her.

There was a private room waiting for them in the back. And there Selina Kyle would be enjoyed the right way. There she was going to get fucked.

-  -  -

The private room was a place Selina had already become familiar with. Located in the loft, it was furnished with chairs, a sofa, even a bed. Every one of Roman’s clubs had one. A home away from home, anytime that the Black Mask found the need for one.

A time like tonight. Selina yearned for his touch, his hunger. She would make him unleash it all upon her. Roman wouldn’t be going home. He wouldn’t have the energy for it. Selina was going to drain him of it. Every last drop.

Selina wasted no time. As soon as the door was shut and locked behind them, she threw herself into his arms, catching his lips in a deep, searing kiss. To her delight, Roman was stunned for only a tiny moment before taking command. Their tongues danced, then dueled, but it was a short battle. A battle Selina so loved to lose.

With his arms coiling nice and firm around her waist, Roman led them deeper into the room. They remained locked together at the lips, devouring and being devoured. Selina moaned into his mouth, bliss rising in her heart… and desire growing hot in her belly.

Roman’s hands roamed. One rising up her back, taking her by the back of her neck. The other traveled downward, past the small of her back, taking a bold handful of her buttocks. Selina moaned again, the pitch rising an octave. Roman groaned in turn, his fingers sinking into the plump flesh, digging through the fabric of her dress. All the while, he urged his groin into hers. Selina let out a tiny gasp, feeling the hardness of his rod through his pants. Like an iron bar, long and thick. A shiver rolled down her spine. She could hardly wait to see it in the flesh again.

“You want it bad?” Roman broke the kiss, growling less than an inch from her sore, puffy lips. His hot breath tingled on her skin.

“I do, baby. I need it!” Selina whined, melting into his arms.

Only a man with a cock like Roman’s could make her legs turn to jelly. No matter how fierce the Catwoman claimed to be, she couldn’t deny her kryptonite. Her wonderful, wicked addiction.

“Damn.” He chuckled. His groping hand continued its work, playing shamelessly upon the softness of Selina’s rear end. “It’s only been a couple weeks and you’re already hooked.”

“The right man can really change a girl, Romy.” Selina breathed out, hot and needy. Her arms wrapped tight around the back of her lover’s neck. She gave his lips a tiny peck, nipping gently at his lower lip. “You seem surprised.”

“I’m satisfied. After all… I’m the guy who collared the Catwoman.”

A wicked thrill danced through Selina’s belly, spreading up and out through the rest of her body. Every inch of her felt like a livewire. Her mind went to the band of black fabric around her delicate throat… and the deliciously twisted secret it hid.

A symbol of her betrayal. Of her rebirth. And of her new life.

“It wasn’t the dollar that tamed me, stud.” Selina whispered, taking his lower lip between her teeth again. She lashed her tongue against it before letting him go. A giggle bubbled up in her throat. “But you already knew that.”

Arousal flashed through her insides, splendid flames licking at her skin. Roman led them closer to the bed, both of his hands moving to her waist. Selina hummed, enjoying the way his thick fingers pressed into the small of her back.

It was Selina’s turn to grope this time. Looking Roman dead in the eyes, her hand dropped between his legs. She sought out his rod, feeling his hardness, his thickness through the fabric of his pants. Even hidden away under layers of clothing, there was no denying his enormity. This was the cock that had brought Catwoman to heel.

She pressed gentle, teasing kisses to his chin and jaw as she massaged him through his pants. Her slender fingers enclosed around the pipe straining against the fabric, drawing a deep groan from his lips as she began to pump him. She only managed a few strokes before there was a knock at the room’s door.

The voice of one of Roman’s men carried through, somewhat muffled. But his words were clear enough for them both to hear.

“Boss. Company here to see you.”

“He’s busy.” Selina snapped. There was an edge to her voice, sharp and cutting. The Catwoman didn’t like being interrupted. Especially when she was so close to getting that delicious cream.

But Roman’s firm but gentle touch brought that flare of anger back down to a simmer. He pressed his lips to her cheek, murmuring in her ear.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Then he turned and called out towards the door. “Let her in, Joe.”

Selina’s feelings of vexation were quickly replaced. She shifted in Roman’s arms, confusion swirling through her mind.

“Her?” She pressed as the door to the private room eased open. Selina didn’t feel angry. Not at the prospect of some extra company. And not at Roman for inviting a guest without telling her. In fact, she felt more curious than anything. But an edge crept into her voice all the same.

But her man only offered a small grin. She caught the twinkle in his eyes, as well. That look of his that cropped up whenever he was about to get exactly what he desired. As Selina turned her eyes towards the sound of high heels clicking against the floor, Roman’s low voice slithered into her ear.

“I know you said you wanted me all to yourself… but you know well enough that I’m more man than one woman can handle.”

Selina felt a knot twist in her belly. The new arrival was indeed a woman. Statuesque in her heels and busty and leggy just the way Roman liked. Her dress was shimmering red, covering even less than Selina’s, spaghetti straps holding up material so fine that one could see the outline of her nipples in the fabric. The garment was loose, the short skirt - shorter even than Selina’s - swishing around her lush thighs as she walked, strutted towards them. And every step sent tiny, tantalizing quakes through her ample bosom. Catching Roman’s attention… and Selina’s.

The new woman’s beauty was not homegrown, nor was it elegant like Selina’s. The blonde’s face was sharp, striking - her allure was more stunning than welcoming. Combined with her bold, proud body, Selina imagined this woman wouldn’t be out of place spread across the pages of a magazine. Men’s magazines, specifically.

A call girl, Selina guessed. And likely very pricey, if Roman’s tastes were any indication.

The blonde stopped just short of the embraced couple, her lively, daring eyes dancing between them. For a moment, she and Selina shared a look. In an instant, there was understanding. The blonde was there to be a helping hand. But at the same time, she was also competition.

Selina kept her face still, serene. She lifted her chin, regarding the blonde with careful interest. The blonde, in turn, did the same.

It wasn’t quite tension - at least, not the sort that would kill the mood. Roman seemed pleased by the new atmosphere, letting out a chuckle. He pulled back from Selina a tiny bit, keeping one hand settled on the small of her back as he turned to face the new arrival.

“Selina, I’d like you to meet Chloe.” Roman smirked, presenting the blonde with his free hand. “Before you, she was my go-to girl.”

Selina couldn’t quite tell if the blonde - Chloe - puffed up with pride at Roman’s words. There was a flash across her eyes, pools of vibrant green. The woman’s full lips - painted a rich, dark red - curled into a smile.

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Kyle.” Chloe gave a soft nod. Was there faint reverence there? Or was Selina just seeing things?

“I’m sure.” Her words were curt, but not cold. Still, Selina didn’t want to get too cozy. The blonde was competition, after all. And if she was one of Roman’s go-to girls then her skills couldn’t be dismissed.

But, then again… the prospect of a threesome wasn’t without appeal. Chloe was a knockout by any standard. Even with her preference for men, Selina couldn’t deny the allure of such opulent curves. And Roman… a man so gifted as he… deep in Selina’s heart, she knew a stud like him deserved all the pleasures he desired. It only made sense for such a beautiful cock to be worked over by two women. Hell, Selina was sure he was man enough for three!

However, what thrilled Selina the most was the challenge presented to her: who could please Roman the best?

Things had already begun moving as Selina drifted back out of her thoughts. Roman had offered his free arm and Chloe had graciously drawn herself into his open flank. With a lovely lady on each arm, Roman looked as pleased as he’d been. Even more than that first night in his penthouse, Selina noted. The Catwoman felt a delightful buzz worm through her insides. Heat flashed through her core, rising and spreading.

Roman Sionis, the hung stud, with two willing women at his command. It just felt right.

“Now…” Her lover started, looking between Selina and the blonde. “You both are very talented women. I know this from first-hand experience.”

“If that’s what you want to call it.” Chloe tittered. She pressed herself close to his body, her fingers already playing at the buckle of his belt.

Roman continued on, his own fingers drifting across the upper slopes of Selina’s ass.

“I want to let you know that this isn’t a competition. I brought you two here-”

“Because you’ve got a big fucking dick and it’s a two woman job?” Selina finished for him. Across from her, Chloe burst out in giggles. The warm flush upon the blonde’s cheeks told Selina that she was almost certainly buzzed. That wasn’t a problem. So was Selina.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Roman answered after a moment. The very visible tent in his dark trousers only supported Selina’s remark. “But before we get to that… I need to know that the two of you can play nice.”

Selina and Chloe shared a knowing smirk. Hell, Selina damn near rolled her eyes. A single thought entered Selina’s head - and she knew it was echoed by the woman across from her.

Men.

“He wants to see nice?” Selina released a soft sigh. She untangled herself from Roman’s arm, reaching out towards Chloe. An offer. An invitation. “Let’s show him nice.”

The big-tit blonde took Selina’s hand. They drew together, closing the distance quickly. Where Roman was lean and firm, Chloe was full-bodied and soft. But just as warm. Maybe even hotter. Their bellies pressed flush together, the heat of silky smooth skin trading through the thin fabric of their club dresses. Selina’s heart raced, her body coming alive with nerve and delight. The other woman’s hot breath was most welcome upon Selina’s lips.

“I’ll follow your lead, Miss Kyle.” Chloe whispered, low and husky.

Selina took control. She took the blonde by the chin and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. Her lips were plump, buttery smooth, and so, so soft. Warm and wetness joined the fray soon after, their tongues sliding forth to dance and duel. Their kiss deepened even more, hunger guiding them both. Soon Chloe was moaning. Sweet sounds that Selina swallowed up like candy.

But beyond the pleasure and the thrill, what delighted Selina the most was that she knew Roman was watching. She knew Roman loved their little display of womanly affection.

Before long, delicate hands were roaming. Traveling across flanks, curves, and bare skin. Undoing knots and buttons. Then fabric was slipping away from luscious curves, gliding down over smooth bellies and revealing plump, juicy breasts. As Selina tasted another woman’s spit, Chloe was feeling up her ass, groping at her bare tits. Now it was Selina who was moaning, the Catwoman purring as talented hands brought her body to life, blooming with heat and desperate need.

It was always nice to make new friends.