perfect inside and out, and I was right.” I brush my lips with his.
“Let’s not get carried away. Perfect is much too strong a word for what I am.” He will have none of
it.
“Not as far as I’m concerned. You’re my Mr. P and that’s the end of it.”
He grins and the skin pleats beneath his eyes. “Is it? You’re very demonstrative all of a sudden”
My hands rest on my hips. “That’s because I’m Bat Girl.”
“Indeed you are. And tonight you’ve met your match Missy.”
“I have?” Instinctively, I lower my arm to my sides.
“I’m in two minds. Should I take you into my Bat Cave or to my bed upstairs?” He taps his chin
and takes on his thinking stance.
I’m shrugging my shoulders. “Either. I’ve fought enough battles for one night.”
“Yes, you have. Does that mean you’re ready to submit?”
The space between us lessens as he edges me backward into the corner of the booth. With my free
hand, I reach up to him and caress his serious face but there is less softness there; he does not react.
He jerks his head away and lifts my hand from his cheek, places it against his lips and kisses the soft
flesh on my palm before nipping my fingers, making me jump. I try to pull away, but he will not
release me and folds my arms as before at the elbow, strapping them against my back, leaving me
defenceless.
Between breathless sighs I speak. “Ayden, if this is one of your games …”
He flattens me into the corner with his hips and moves in for the kill, speaking in easy, slow
syllables. “I have witnessed you in all your glory today; naked and exposed on my dining table …” He
licks my neck and nuzzles my left ear in a way that has me dipping into him.
“… Enchanting my adoptive parents …” He changes sides and I throw back my head, losing myself
in his kisses, his words. “Charming the one woman whose love once kept me alive and tonight …” His
voice is no more than a snarl. “… I watched every fucking guy at that party salivating over you, just
waiting for the chance to get you alone so they could sink their hard cocks into you. And I didn’t like
how that made me feel.”
I try to speak. “Ayden …”
“Don’t speak. Listen to me. This is not a game. I mean every word.”
He chills me with a stare so intense it freezes the words in my mouth.
“I need to ask you something, again.”
I know what’s coming; I feel his tightening grip and bear witness to the anxiety behind those panic-
stricken eyes.
“Please … for the love of God. Will you marry me?”
His words shred me, tear at my heart and leave me in pieces. I’m not frightened by what he will do
to me. I’m way beyond that. It’s the thought of him not doing it to me that terrifies me; the prospect of
never experiencing the kind of emotional and physical love that defies explanation.
When will I love a man more?
When will a man ever love me more?
Never.
But … “Let go of my hands Ayden.” He does willingly, unsure of what to do with his own now I
have freed him. I wriggle my fingers and take his face in my hands, swathing him in a blanket of love
and devotion. “I want to marry you, even more than yesterday because of what I’ve learnt today, but
there are skeletons in our pasts that will not rest; they’re buried and untouched but they are there. We
have to exorcise them or they will come back to haunt us and destroy us.
From his expression, he knows where this is going and so do I. For me it’s what happened one
fearful night seven years ago. For him his spectre has only one name: Elise.
With a flicker of recognition, he leans in and kisses my forehead. “You’re right, but I can’t, not
right now. Not while I feel like this and you’re looking like that.” He traces the edge of my leather
corset with his forefinger. “I have to burn off some … some calories first.” He smiles at his joke and
so do I.
Through my smile I ask a simple question. “And how do you plan on doing that?”
“Need I explain? I have not kissed you for over 24 hours because you’ve needed to put on a brave
and beautiful face, but no more. I need to feel your mouth on mine, to be inside you and to fuck you so
desperately I will surely die if I don’t. Do you understand?”
I nod and remain transfixed, blood flushing my cheeks.
“Bat Girl, you have met your match.” He grips my hand forcefully and presses one on the control
panel. ”Prepare to be topped missy by a mere mortal who will stop at nothing to win your heart.”
My timing may be off but I don’t care. He makes me giggle.
The lift stops smoothly, he opens the door and beckons me to exit. ”First right,” he says smartly, as
if I didn’t know. We enter the master suite. I stand expectantly by the bed, my pulse throbbing in my
veins.
He lifts my chin. ”This isn’t the basement so there are no rules. This is our bedroom where we can
say and do anything.” He takes my hand and places it between his legs, making me recoil a little at the
stiffness of his erection. He’s desperate to be stroked and fondled. “You have me, body and soul Beth.
You know that, right?”
“Yes, Ayden, I do.”
“Then close your eyes and imagine we’re in Rome again. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
“The sun is rising over the rooftops and there is the sound of crickets and somewhere in the
distance, there’s a restless dog barking. Can you hear it?”
I feel a smile wash over my face. “I can.”
“Now remember how we felt that morning. How you gave yourself to me without fear or hesitation.
Can you recall that feeling?”
My breathing is becoming laboured; my chest is beginning to heave with each sensual recollection.
There’s a twisting, aching feeling in my groin and a sensation of trickling wetness between my legs.
Why is he doing this?
“I remember everything Ayden. I remember how it felt to lie in the darkness, tethered to the bed;
your hot breath whispering to my body; your tongue seeking me out, your fingers inside me. The way
you encased me with your knees and with your hands in my hair, holding me fast. I was frightened. I
began to panic but you calmed me with your gentle words and your kisses until the fear dissipated;
only to be replaced by a craving so carnal in nature, I can’t describe it.”
Still in the moment, I’m unfastening his belt, unbuttoning his trousers and easing my hand slowly
down inside his boxers, through damp pubic hair to hard flesh. In my blind state I hear him groaning,
his steaming breath coating my cheeks. I lick my lips happy to relive this moment of unparalleled
passion, knowing my words are affecting him viscerally. He is wilting under my one handed embrace.
“In an impatient race to climax you lifted me off the bed and pushed into me so forcefully and so
deeply I thought you might tear me in two. But no. It was that one defining moment in our topsy-turvy
relationship when time stood still and …” I open my eyes, only to see his are closed. He’s there with
me.
“ … When, when our two worlds collided and exploded into a million shooting stars before
detonating on impact; creating a penetrating light that rippled and roared through me, until all that
remained was a white, hot ball of ecs
tasy.” I open my eyes and observe his lethargic awakening. “We
were both reborn that morning Ayden.”
His hand disappears under my black wig into the ringlets of blond hair underneath. “Yes, we were.
And now it’s up to us to make the most of this new beginning we have been given. Don’t you think?”
“I do.”
He smiles at my response. ”Right words. Wrong time, wrong place, Miss Parker.”
I’m sniggering and he is too.
I tug on the contents of my right hand. “But what of this spectacular hard on? It would be such a
shame to let it go to waste.” I inch closer and echo his words. “I want you to fuck me so desperately, I
will surely die if you don’t.”
He’s grinning. “Will you indeed?”
“Oh. I most certainly will …” I’m lowering his fly and pushing down his trousers, losing any shred
of shyness I may have once had.
“In that case.” He pushes me backwards onto our enormous bed, grabbing my wrists as I reach out
to him, slowing down my fall.
My black wig dislodges and he casts it aside and unclips my hair. “Welcome back. No cape, no
mask, no wig. You’re losing your superpowers one piece at a time Bat Girl. I think I may be able to
have my way with you without a struggle.”
I pull his mouth to mine. “I think so too.”
To begin with his kiss is soft, tentative. He’s making me wait, prolonging my sweet agony. I’m a
patient person. I can play for time too. “Don’t you want me to undress?”
“Whatever gave you that idea?” he mumbles.
“You said you didn’t like the outfit.”
He leans off a little. “Now that’s not true, is it? I said I didn’t approve of you wearing it for others
to ogle at. But now it’s for my eyes only, I think it’s only right I should enjoy it.”
“What about the boots?”
“They can definitely stay”.
“This top?”
“Is it uncomfortable?”
“No.”
“Then it stays put.”
“What about my short leather skirt? Won’t that get in the way?”
“I can work around that.” He smirks playfully.
“So that just leaves the gym shorts.”
“Um ... as much as I do like those, they could be a problem. Maybe I should remove them?”
A chuckle rattles in my chest before leaving my mouth in a high pitched giggle. “You may need to
…”
His flat mouthed kiss tickles my lips. “I think you could be right.”
Following the line of my top with his nose, he descends my body like a cautious mountaineer,
paying attention to each new crevice and mound; over my stomach, around my hips, below my navel,
before delicately lifting my skirt between his forefinger and thumb.
I watch as an excitable Ayden transforms into a man overcome with sensuous thoughts; eyes
betraying his every desire; scorching breath exiting his lungs.
A warm hand rests against my sex and a single finger massages my throbbing opening through a
damp patch of cotton.
“You’re so moist Beth.”
Those words inflame my already smouldering core. “That’s the effect you have on me.”
“I know,” he says smugly. “Recollections can have that effect on a person.”
Yes, they can …
Two strong hands are reaching underneath me and removing my shorts. Over my cheeks they go;
down my thighs they roll and onto the floor they fall along with any hope I might have had of taking
the lead. With effortless authority he has me where he wants me; beneath him, flat on my back and
needy for his touch.
In a rough one handed pull, his jumper is tossed aside giving him the look of a man caught in a
wind tunnel. His hair is unruly, tempting me to run my fingers through it, to take a handful of it in the
violent throes of a knee buckling orgasm.
His shoes and trousers go the way of the jumper and there he stands Adonis like, hands on hips in
an uncharacteristically assertive stance. Feigning arrogance he tips up his chin and gives me a playful
smirk. “Stand up Bat Girl.”
I wriggle to the edge of the bed and stand before him, raising my eyes to meet his.
“Do you know what happens to super heroes when they lose their super powers?”
Happy to play along, I place my thumb nail to my mouth. “Do they get fucked?”
He roars with laugher and loses his balance. “There’s every chance of that, yes.” He grins. “But I
was thinking more about being overpowered, captured and hand cuffed.”
“Oh.”
“Oh. Indeed. It just so happens I have the motivation and the means to do just that.”
I cock my head to one side, unable to conceal my enjoyment. “How very resourceful of you. Then I
must prepare myself to be … overwhelmed.”
“That would be wise.”
I watch as he lifts the six inch flap from the box on the wall by the door. I know what’s coming
next.
“Spider music?”
“Not today. Something else.”
The air fills with guitar music. At first I don’t recognise the intro, then it comes to me. It’s Snow
Patrol, You’re All I Have.
Perfect.
“Put your hands together.”
I place my hands together in front of me, wrist to wrist and await my fate. I’m beginning to
tremble. An artificial layer of clammy skin is coating my body. This rubber outfit will have to be
peeled from my body like the skin off a grape.
From the bedside cabinet he lifts a set of metal handcuffs. With two easy clicks he encases my
wrists in bracelets of steel lined with rubber.
“Alright?” he asks, scrutinising my face for signs of anxiety, twisting them around, ensuring my
comfort.
“Yes,” I utter, transfixed by the sight of them and amazed at my own willingness to partake in this
sensual scenario.
“Come.”
The desk …
I turn and take confident strides over to the dark mahogany desk by the door. On it are a smattering
of items: pens, paper clips, a calculator and little more.
“Step to the side.”
I move a little to my left and feel the hard edge against my thighs. I think I know what’s coming
and my heart flutters at the prospect of being laid out on it, across it
From my right side Ayden outstretches an arm and scrapes the meagre items off the desk and onto
the carpet in one smooth arc. There they lay like leftovers from an office party.
I sense Ayden’s naked body behind me, moving closer. I feel his hard twitching cock against my
left cheek and push into him, hearing the rubber skirt make a satisfying squeak as it moves against
him.
With two powerful hands, he takes hold of my thighs from behind and rolls his fingers ever closer
or my groin, teasing flesh and making me wait for that perfect touch.
“Fuck! You have me as hard as hell. I know what your body needs from me: it tells me in no
uncertain terms.” His fingers slip and slide between folds of moist skin and tantalize my senses with
gentle strokes. Helplessly I writhe into his hand and throw back my head.
“I’m listening baby.”
An involuntary “Ah” leaves my mouth as he penetrates me, pushing two fingers deep and smoothly
into the most private of places. With his other hand he’s lifting my skirt and pressing his steely cock
between my clenching cheeks, moun
ting a frontal and rear assault on my senses.
“Christ Ayden.”
“You’re fighting it Beth. Remember before, how it was in Rome? You have to let go baby. I won’t
hurt you.”
His words strike a chord. A sweet harmonious melody that has me swaying to the rhythm of this
intimate dance. But … I’m too tense to come; doing too much thinking, not enough enjoying.
A centimetre at a time I widen my stance and lean forward. His feet slot between mine and lock
me into position. With my legs splayed wide I lower myself onto the desk, supported by an open palm
against my chest.
The dark wooden surface is smooth and reflective. My breath coats it with a foggy sheen as I rest
my left cheek against it and pant as a broad hand discovers me from behind, snaking its way to my
sex.
“That’s it,” he assures. “Relax.”
Like the lid on a box of chocolates he folds back my skirt, leaving me exposed and visible,
squeezing the smooth skin as if handling a ripe peach, forcing me to respond with incoherent sounds
of approval.
“Fold out your arm Beth.” Encouraging me to do so, he outstretches his arms and leans over me,
lengthening my body until I feel the edge of the desk beneath my fingertips. It’s solid, reassuring,
something to grip onto as I prepare for his welcome invasion.
He rests his cheek against my shoulder blades, enjoying the sensation of rubber on his feverish skin.
I sense a confession coming. “Beth. I’ve wanted you like this forever. I’ll willingly give all I own to
have you in my life permanently. You have to know this …”
“I do Ayden, I do …”
“Then say yes.”
I hear the tearing of a condom wrapper and know my fate is sealed; my body is poised and
subjugated for his pleasure and my impending rapture.
As he dips his knees I inhale and hold that breath, as if diving into a bottomless pool of water.
“Say yes now!” With unstoppable force he enters me, long and hard, not stopping until we are
melded together.
His force of entry causes me to gasp and grip the edges of the desk as if holding on for dear life.
I’m moaning and arching my back, rocking into his two handed grip on my hips. As if on cue I voice
that one breathless word he longs to hear. “Yes …”
I can’t see him and have no need to; the sound of his arousal adds to my own as I picture him in his
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