Repeat Offender update

Selina’s whip lashed out, catching on the cornice of a roof to give her a grapple point on which to swing. Bruce didn’t swing after her with his own grapple-gun. Instead, his powerful legs coiled and shot him upward. He caught hold of the same rooftop Selina was swinging off of, pulled himself up over the parapet in one smooth motion, and lunged to grab hold of the business end of her whip.

As Selina landed on the fire escape she’d been swinging for, Bruce gave her whip a sharp tug, throwing her off-balance and snatching the whip right out of her hand. He caught it as it flew back through the air to him, then leapt—his wings spreading out to cradle him in his fall, until he alighted on the fire escape where Selina was sprawled.

This time he wielded the whip, wrapping it around Selina, arms and all, to pin her hands at her sides. She was caught, with nowhere to go and nothing to do. And not that Selina ever particularly minded being caught—not by Batman—but this time, she was downright enthused with the idea.

“Looks like I can’t get away from you,” she simpered, batting her eyelashes under her goggles.

Bruce took one step toward her and pulled on her once with the whip that bound her, dragging her across the grated walkway of the fire escape. Selina put up a token resistance. Her legs were unbound and she could’ve tried to kick him, but a fight wasn’t the action she wanted out of him tonight. No, after the other day, that had proved to just be a pale shadow of what she could get from the Batman.

“Same deal as before, Bat? See if this time you can spank me hard enough to get all the naughtiness out of me?”

“You didn’t learn your lesson last time, Cat.”

“Do you want me to learn my lesson or do you want to teach it to me?”

“Why do you need me to teach you a lesson?” Bruce asked leadingly.

Selina hesitated. A part of her hated how he made it grate, her submitting to him—but then, she supposed it wouldn’t really be submission if she entirely loved it. Like a cat, she was fickle. “Because I’m a bad girl,” she said. “And I need a big strong man to teach me how to be good.”

Bruce didn’t exactly grin—he never grinned—but she could sense his amusement. “You know how to be a good girl, Selina. But you’re better as a whore.”

“And I’m only a whore for a guy who can make me one. Think you can impress me again, Bruce? If all you’ve got is the same old routine, I may just be on my way. I need variety if a guy wants to keep me around.”

“Then why have you had the same haircut since the year I started doing this?”

Selina developed a sour look. “Isn’t this the part where you get all tight-lipped and say ‘I don’t have time for this’?”

Then he was on her, his hands gripping her firmly, marching her to the steps of the fire escape. He sat himself down roughly, the impact reverberating through the rusting metal, and thrust her down across his lap. One hand held her head down, as if she were doing anywhere, and the other grabbed her ass.

Bruce felt out her creamy buttocks, groping and molding the flesh, like he could feel her thin nylon panties right through her catsuit. His hand patted and caressed her firm, round cheeks, then he dug his fingers into them, squeezing the toned flesh hard, seeing how it trembled at his strong touch. All that before his arm fell, stinging her ass with a hard slap.

“Ghh!” Selina gasped as the slap resounded in the quiet night air. “I forgot how much that hurts!”

“No, you didn’t,” Bruce told her, slapping her ass several more times. “Just like I didn’t forget how good this ass feels under my hand…”

His hand beat a steady cadence against her ass. Selina felt her body jolt with each merciless blow, then she had a bare second to prepare herself for the next descent of his hand. Selina gasped and moaned at the pain, but he wasn’t really spanking her that hard. He wasn’t spanking her hard at all. He was slapping the hell out of her ass, but he wasn’t hurting her. Bruce was giving her just enough pain to let her enjoy the spanking.

Soon, her body pulsated with the rhythm of his blows. Her cunt tingled with rising need. Her breasts rubbed lusciously against his leg until he stopped holding her head down, instead using his hand to fondle her hanging breasts, reaching right into her open catsuit and pinching her nipples. He squeezed them between his fingers into stiffened pebbles that had her whole breasts throbbing with their need. And when he twisted them, pulled on them, that need was met in spades.

Selina came without even realizing how aroused she’d become. A huge climax making her tremble and quiver. Her inner muscles clenched and relaxed rhythmically, as though she had a man’s erection plowing into her, stretching and releasing the folds of her channel. The tingling sensation in her erect clit and wet labia spread through her body, prickling her skin and warming her flesh. Selina mewled with pleasure, her eyes rolling as she wiggled her ass into more of Bruce’s punishing hand. It was a delicious bonus to the enjoyment she’d already been getting out of being a bad girl.

Selina felt his cock pushing against her belly, his own lust growing while hers had been sated, though not satisfied. How could she be satisfied when she felt his heat, his throbbing size, but it wasn’t hers? Selina pictured the heat out of his pants, thrusting inside her, spreading through her whole body until the orgasm she’d just felt was just a pale reflection of what she had now. Could have.

She knew this wouldn’t end with him spanking her. It had to lead somewhere else. Whether he planned it or not, he’d be giving her that cock. It was too damn hard and too damn big for him not to let her have it. And yes, Selina could admit it, if only just—she was too damn wet for this to stop. It needed to keep going; slowing down would be a fucking insult to how exhilarating it was.

Of course, she’d hardly have feelings for Bruce if he ever made it easy. He kept spanking her, kept eking pleasure out of her pain to the point that Selina almost felt embarrassed to still be getting off on this. She shivered, her body glowing with the sensuous dominance she was under. She gasped for breath, overwhelmed, overwrought, but she hadn’t seen anything yet.

Bruce abruptly turned her over, picking her up and parking her hurting ass on his knee. He grabbed the O-ring of her zipper and jerked it down, tearing it right through the cord of her whip. Her costume opened up to her navel, but he was far from finished.

Bruce reached into her open catsuit. His glove—feeling warm from the job it had done on her ass, or maybe that was just her own overheated flesh fooling Selina—delved down her taut belly and into her panties. He touched her there, warm, wet, fingers tickling their way to her core while Selina’s eyes flickered back into her head. She’d gotten used to the pleasure in pain, but Bruce abruptly replaced it with ecstasy that dwarfed her soreness; the sudden shift was like being plunged into cold water, a shock to the system, and it forced an orgasm from Selina that hurt, it felt so good.

She wasn’t aware of much through the intensity of it all, but Selina could feel her juices dousing his glove, then his hand coming away from her, coming out of her catsuit to go to Bruce’s mouth and feed him her taste once more.

Selina beat him to it. She took his gloved fingers into her mouth and sucked her own taste off of them. And as she did it, she looked Bruce in the eye and knew they were both thinking of what else she could suck, now that he’d made her his whore.