LESSONS LEARNT ━━╋━
mdni .ᐟ boss!bruce wayne, a little ooc bruce, kinda 'secretary', 2002 inspired, impact play, fingering, public sex, free use, power imbalance...
you tried to be quiet and listen, you really did.
the air in bruces office room crackles with tension thick enough to taste. he sits before you, arms crossed and legs spread, his expression full of disappointment. you'd deliberately ignored his instructions, going out of your way to talk to his peers, battling your lashes all pretty. now, the weight of his gaze keeps you held down as you stand in front of him.
"i gave you a simple instruction," he huffs out lowly, his voice dangerously quiet, the deepness of it sending a shaky feeling down your spine and through your nerves, a thrum of want, you couldn't help letting your eyes linger down at his crotch.
"and you chose not to listen, didn't you?" , bruce raises his voice to get your attention back to his eyes you flush hot nodding quickly.
"can't even look at me when i'm speaking to you," his jaw ticks softly, but with an edge of steel that makes you lift your chin immediately, tinged with a need to please him. his eyes are dark, unwavering as he kept your gaze.
"not following orders has consequences. you know that, don’t you?"
you swallow, half nervous half sick excitement.
your breath hitches, but you do as told, the movement feeling both humiliating and strangely thrilling. you place your palms on him, feeling the solid muscle of his shoulders under his suit, arching your back slightly, presenting yourself with your legs parted around his thighs. you feel wetness begin to pool between your legs, your dress hitching up slightly. you love when he's like this, playing along like you're actually together.
"but the door, bruce —" you mumble a little worried, blinking up at his dark eyes he only shakes his head.
it starts, innocently enough, with bruces hand casually stroking the small of you back and then running down the curve of your ass and resting on the back of your thigh.
your breath hitches and you try to hold back the slight shake of your legs, his other hand squeezes at your hip possessively and you almost forget that this is a punishment.
his hands are still in their warm, heavy presence a dominant weight that sends a familiar thrill through you.
he knows, he knows you get off on this, being told what to do and when, you get off on his voice and his hands, the size of them, the length of his fingers, how they could poke and prod you into perfect compliance, the callouses rough against your skin, the way he can make you unravel with just a touch.
it's not exactly a secret, it's a game you both play, a silent secret between the two of you.
then you gasp all of a sudden, too loud for the quiet of the office
the pain is hot and stinging, you feel it as the first impact lands, sharp and sudden, right across the curve of your backside. you gasp, jumping in his lamp, hands clamping down on him as your head tucked under his. you swore you could feel your slick dripping down between your legs.
"count." he orders, his voice calm and steady.
the second smack follows quickly, just as hard. the sting layers over the first, making your skin flush in heat.
again and again his hand came down on you harshly, with an occasional soothing rub.
"t-ten—", you gasp softly into the crook of his jaw.
"did good sweetheart," he murmurs.
"don't make me do that again."
bruce presses a kiss to the crown of your head, his hand doesn't move right away. instead, his fingers trace over the flushed skin where he struck you.
his touch no longer punishing, but possessive, almost sweet.
"let this be a reminder to listen next time, got it?"
you can only nod, swallowing and shaky with want.
he hums softly, a dark, satisfied sound. "good girl." his fingers finally dip beneath the hem of your skirt. lingering between your thighs and brushing over your clothed cunt, he doesn't go straight for your core. instead, he just rests his hand there, palm flat against your heat, fingers splayed, letting you feel his touch, his presence. you let out a soft whimper, arching into him.
"want me to touch you properly?"
his fingers tease at you stroking gently, you can see his smirk, he's proud of himself, bruce doesn't usually indulge like this so it's a treat for the both of you.
bruces lips curve up as you let out a little moan. his fingers, strong and sure, slip beneath the dampening lace of your panties. one finger finding your clit and pressing down hard. you gasp out, hips bucking slightly against the solid of his body as he lets the length of his finger dip inside your now pulsing cunt.
he adds a second finger, parting your folds, exploring, teasing, before quickening his pace, in and out and in and out, pumping deep inside your slick heat.
he moves with expertise, stoking, curling, stretching your the walls of your clenched pussy, while his thumb never leaves its relentless worship of your clit. you lean into him, focusing on the feeling, the pleasure running through your veins as it works you over, the sight of his strong fingers buried inside you, covered in your wetness, almost as arousing as the sensations themselves. he knows this too, deliberately keeping his hand in your line of sight.
you watch on through silent gasps and moans muffled into the side of his neck which you've buried your head into, almost hiding from the authority of his gaze, his fingers working relentlessly at your soaked heat until you shatter. crying out with glossed over eyes, your body convulsing around his long teasing fingers and their perfect touch and you're left limp against him while he stares down at your mess.
"poor thing—", he tuts smiling into your hair.
"hopefully that little lesson got through to your head hm…"
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