Home Invasion (Patreon)

Selina crept through Wayne Manor, feeling her way through the dark halls and moonlit windows, letting her instincts guide her to the real valuables and not simply the pretty pictures on the walls and sculptures in the corners. Her senses were all purring with secrecy; she could tell just by being inside four of his walls that Mr. Wayne had plenty to hide and he didn’t trust half of it with a bank.

Another mincing little step; Selina loving the feel of leather on her barely clad flesh. It was a real turn-on to be somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. Somewhere she really wasn’t supposed to be.

Strangely, she’d never heard of any of her competitors taking down Wayne’s place. And she hadn’t heard about him being mobbed up or anything either. She knew his butler was no joke. The guy had once been SAS, or something spooky like that, and he’d taken a few smash-and-grab looters off to the jailhouse, no questions asked.

But at the moment, Selina had it on good authority that Wayne was out of town and his old butler with him. Leaving nothing guarding the henhouse but rent-a-cops on the road and the security system she’d already bypassed. It was barely enough to make it worth wearing her leathers, but of course, the leathers were all part of the…

He’d snuck up on Selina. She didn’t know how anyone could sneak up on her, short of a ninja, and no one with those skills would bother with Gotham. But suddenly she was grasped, seized, held as firmly as a grown man would pick up a kitten.

She hadn’t even realized how she was being collared when the cowl was jerked back from her face. A flash went off—the little click of a camera phone being used. Whoever it was, he’d just taken a picture of her face… her face!

“Sorry about that,” the man said, backing away from her and smoothing his clothes out from the little she’d managed to ruffle them. “I find unannounced guests a tad unpleasant. Maybe Gotham PD will have some idea who you are…”

They did. Warrants for soliciting, several years old. She’d been clean as a whistle since then, actually able to pass for nouveau riche between some maxed out credit cards and some fenced goods. The whole scam would go up in flames if GCPD were to start sniffing around her, but moreover, was that Bruce fucking Wayne who’d just jujitsu’d her ass?

Selina pulled her cowl back over her face before he could get a better look at her. “Give me the phone!”

“I’m not much for technology, but I doubt it would do you much good. The picture’s already backed up to the cloud. I’d let you smash my phone—you seem frustrated, I hate to see you so frustrated—but I’ve got all my apps the way I like them, this really nice custom case—”

“Okay!” Selina snarled. “Fucking alright! You’ve got me. Any reason you haven’t called the cops yet?”

“Do I need the cops to handle you?” Bruce returned.

He stepped closer. He put his hand on her shoulder. It was armored—thick leather—but she felt his touch. It was tightly controlled roughness and a kind of heat. He carefully ran his fingers along her beating pulse to the curve of her neck, like he could track it no matter what was in the way.

“I’m not exactly a connoisseur of the legal system, but I believe it’s customary to call the cops on bad girls. You’re a good girl, now aren’t you?”

“I could take that hand off at the wrist,” Selina threatened.

Bruce tightened his grip. Selina felt the threat sink under the cool invincibility of her catsuit and into the bare skin beneath. She also feel tingles running up the insides of her thighs.

“That’s not something a good girl would say,” Bruce cooed to her, so cocky he didn’t even need to threaten her, he just… said it.

There was something about this that turned her on. He was a handsome man, but she’d always seen Bruce Wayne as a fop. Not like this. However… insouciantly he talked, he was as icy cold as a tombstone. Somehow, this rich prick seemed the most likely man she’d ever met to handle her.

“I mean it!” Selina warned.

“No, you don’t,” Bruce told her. “You’ve got a pretty face. I’d like to keep it on my phone. But maybe if you gave me something else, I could do without that face.”

“Such as?” Selina asked, forcing her voice low, unobtrusive when she wanted to go as big as a barking junkyard dog.

“Let’s see how you taste.”

He leaned over and kissed her. It was nothing like she’d had before. Not the unwilling bites she’d had when she was too small to defend herself or the soft, inoffensive things she’d done with other girls. Selina had enjoyed kissing Holly, but she’d managed to stay in control of herself. Now, she felt blood rushing to her head. It made her dizzy. He made her dizzy. And other things.

Not all of them good. Not all of them bad.

“You’d better stop that,” Selina said.

“Stop what?” Bruce asked. “This?”

He kissed her again. This time he forced his tongue into her mouth. She tried not to feel the sudden rush of pleasure from it. She couldn’t. Her tongue moved against his like it had been waiting for him.

Bruce raised his head in surprise. “I thought you were a good girl.”

He bore her down to the softly carpeted floor, his hot breath singing her throat. Then he licked his way to her ear, eliciting a sharp pleasure when his tongue traced her lobe. Selina felt anticipation play its claws along the backs of her thighs; she dreamed of Bruce holding her there, tightly, or maybe at the waist, or simply weighing her down at the shoulders...

Her nipples hardened. Her breath rasped through moist lips, lips that tingled with the awareness that at any moment, Bruce could have them again.

Bruce didn’t give her anticipation anymore time to work at her feverish body. He moved a hand to her body and squeezed into the shiny leather that held her breasts. Again she felt the heat of his fingers through her catsuit, this time sinking into her tender flesh and making it roil with sensation.

“What are you going to do to me?” Selina moaned, not at all prepared to feel this way, much less to have these things done to her.

“What am I not going to do to you?” Bruce retorted. Both hands on her breasts now, squeezing and rubbing, driving her crazy. Her catsuit felt cramped and constricting now. She exhaled in relief when he started drawing down the zipper that held her cleavage.

He made it last, savored it, but in a few moments he had her unzipped all the way down to her pussy. She felt so exposed that every inch of her could’ve been on display.

Bruce pulled open her décolletage and reared his head up to look at her breasts. They were held in a lavish pink bra—another fetishistic touch for Selina’s two-pronged enjoyment—and without the catsuit binding them, they threatened to spill out of the skimpy lingerie at the earliest opportunity.

“Very nice,” Bruce said. “Very, very nice. I bet it’d feel great to fuck a pair of tits like those. But let’s see what else you have to offer. That leather you wear makes you look so eminently fuckable… absolutely everywhere…”

His hands slipped under her bra. Selina thought to help him, but there was no need. He deftly undid that catch on her bra. She didn’t even have to move her arms for him to peel her bra away.

“You beautiful bitch,” he husked, his face reddening and a slight sheen of sweat appearing under his collar as he drank in the sight of her nudity. “I’m going to fuck all of you, you know. Fuck you just everywhere. Replace all that black leather with white cum and I’m surprised I can even hold myself back one… more… second.”

He dropped his mouth to her chest. Selina moaned, feeling his rough stubble abrade her cleavage, then his tongue slash across her nipples like a slithering snake. He was far more experienced than anyone she’d let do this before; it was enough to make Selina believe that all those beautiful women who showed up on his arm weren’t simply there for his money.

His tongue circled her pink nipple, readying it to a supreme sensitivity before he popped it into his mouth and sucked it hard. Selina trilled in angered delight. It felt like her entire breast was being held in his mouth and pleasured.

His hand pulled her zipper even lower, down between her name. She knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with her dominatrix routine. No, this man wanted to wear her like a damn ornament.

Selina shut her eyes and wondered if she could live with herself, fucking her way out of this mess. She found no reservations coming up, no deep-seated stabs of pride to stop herself from going down this path. She liked the thought of Bruce Wayne fucking her. It felt like just what she needed to deal with how he’d made her feel.