#black mask reader insert

"Guess ya right, cheers to smart girls with dumb pussy's," You sat with Harley drinking the night away while Roman schmoozed with the crowd. Well until Harley, well- she was a bit too much for Romans liking and with about 30 drinks in her she got up. Throwing the puffy jacket away and digging into her pocket to throw glitter on you, "I dub thee, the sexiest queen of crime Gotham has ever seen," she says leaning down to lay what you assumed is suppose to be an affirming kiss on your forehead.

"Are you trying to get killed?" You say, tugging her on the arm and pulling her off the table. You don't even have to look to know that Roman is headed straight toward you, "you need to go," your voice rushed and panicky

"He won't kill me, loves you too much," she says, twirling around and kissing you on the cheek.

"Harley," you state at her, "Go. Now."

"Ugh, spoil sport," she winks at Roman before turning and fleeing through the crowd and hopefully out the back door.

"Hey handsome, you just missed Harley," you smile sweetly up at him, "how's your night going?"

"Hows-" he growled yanking you up to your feet by your hair, his glove slicing into your skin, "how's my fucking night going?" His voice deep and dark in your ear.

"I was having a good time, but then Harley had to go," you lie, "need someone else to keep me entertained now," you purr, nuzzling your face into his chest.

"Where did she go?" He pulls you in front of him, holding your wrist to his mouth as he bites down on the back of your wrist, "tell me kitten,"

You bite down on your lip, your eyes looking back lustfully at him. "What's in it for me?" You ask, pressing the silk of your short dress into his front, your hand clinging to his lapel.

"How bout a dance?"

"Can we dance first?"

He points to the DJ, guiding you to the dancefloor, his hands possessively on your ass while he grinds you into him. They snake up your sides lifting your arms above your head, he spins you. Bring your arms down as your back rests against his front and your arms are wrapped around you. Fuck, he tricked you! His teeth bite harshly into your neck, his cock grinding into your ass while your arms remain useless in his hold.

"Where's Quinn?" He growled, licking up your neck and sticking his tongue in your ear.

"Who?" You said your mind swirling as he rocked behind you.

"Where is she?" His arm stays holding yours tight while the other grazes up your thigh. You can feel all the eyes of the club on you, everyone watching and waiting to see what's going to happen next.

"She- she-" you pant, he spins you again, his hand wraps on your throat making you look at him in the eyes, but all you can see is 50 pairs of eyes behind him, all of them staring at you.

"Answer me kitten, or I'll have to remind all these nice people who you belong to." Roman's hand slides under your necklace, a soft, black velvet choker, his fingers flicking at the little golden R hanging from the front.

"I don't know," you smirk up at him, "she could be halfway to Star City by now." he tugs on the back of your necklace, forcing your head into his chest. He tilts your head up with his thumb, your lustful eyes meet his, biting down on your lip as a growl escapes his lips.

"That the way you want it?" He raises an eyebrow at you and you give him a small nod that only he would be able to see, "you little whore," he slaps you, "thinking anyone can touch you." he shouts loud enough for the everyone to hear.

'No," you pretend to quiver, fear in your eyes for your audience. "Let go of me, I'm sorry "you cry, trying to squirm from his embrace.

"You will be sorry," he sneers at you throwing you into a nearby table, his hands pinning yours above your neck, his crotch grinding into yours, his body covering most of you on the table, "you fuckin whore, think anyone can touch you?" He spits on you, most of it going on your face. You resist the urge to swipe your tongue over it and collect it in your mouth. He see's it though, pursing your lips together between his soft gloved fingers, he spits right in between your lips, "Lick it up whore," he commands you, "Get that fuckin' bitches taste off you," you dart your tongue out eager to swipe his taste into your mouth.

"No, no Roman I'm sorry," you plead, arousal shooting up through your pussy.

"Think anyone can pet my kitten the way I do?"

"It was a mistake," your voice pleading with him, "She didn't mean anything by it,'

"No more excuses slut," he slaps you, dragging you so your ass is almost hanging off the table.

A sound echoed from around you and you could hear the collective arousal from your onlookers. Your eyes dart around the room, they're all looking. Waiting eagerly for Roman to take you. Nudging your nose into his, you blink 3 times at him. You didn't have a safe word exactly, because usually you were so fucked out you had no words.

Roman leaned forward, his face cupping yours in aggressively. His hair falling to a curtain between you and the crowd he kissed you sweetly on the nose. His sign that he understood, before pulling back and yanking you to your feet.

"On the table whore," he said, slapping you on the ass, your legs are shaky and your dress rides up as you climb atop, your hands gripping the pole for stability. He stood up onto the booth taking your wrists and securing them behind your back with your fancy cuff bracelets he had made for you. His hand coming around to wrap around your waist, the other grips your throat and dings your head into the pole, his firm hold on your neck forcing you to look at the crowd, "Your mine kitten," he sneered, pulling a knife from somewhere, the cold steel gliding along your arm, stopping just before it reached your strap when he moved from you.

Jumping down and glaring at the crowd, "this isn't a fucking peep show," he growled at them, "GET OUT!" he shouted, throwing the knife into the crowd, "OUT!" He commanded, glaring at them until every single person had left the club. You could feel your arousal drip down your legs, fuck you loved it when he used his power to clear a room. You began to rub your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. Your movements halting the moment he turns and his eyes stare straight at your mess of a pussy.

Your eyes drink him in as he strutted over to you, his blue eyes hungry as he watched you squirming on the pole. You pull at your restraints, your ass parting and rubbing along the pole, the cool steel sending chills through your body. Good the idea of everyone watching turned you on but the practice was another thing.

"Now kitten," he said, twirling a knife in his hand, "about Miss Quinn," the knife sliced through your dress splitting it down the middle. The cold steel caressing your torso and knicks into your collar bones, two tiny cuts left in their wake. You moan when he presses his mouth over the wounds, licking your blood from your body.

"Hey, that was expensive," you protest your voice breathless and your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"I know, I bought it," he says, the knife traveling up to your throat pressing into you. Before gliding down to your bra band. The black and gold lace splitting as he tore through it, gliding it back until it met the cuffs at your wrists. His lips graze along your collarbone bone, while the knife slices through your panties. The metal makes a small cut into your thigh and you feel your pussy clench. Fuck, he was good at this,

"Tell me where she is," he says, his fingers grinding into your now drenched pussy, his lips sucking on your thigh, "oh kitten," he cooed venomously, "this for me?"

"Yes Daddy," you purr pushing back into him

"Not for Quinn?" He bit down on your leg, his tongue lathing over the teeth marks and tiny cuts.

"You, only you," you close your eyes relishing at how the leather of his gloves feels against your pussy.

"Kitten," he growls, delving his face into your pussy, his tongue parting your lips, his hand holding onto your ass to grind your face into him while he stands beneath you.

"Fuck, get down here," he pulls your feet from under you, your ass slamming into his hands. The leather gets caught between you and the table as he drags you to the edge, your arms go taut around the pole.

"Fuck kitten," he says undoing is pants in a rush and pulling his cock put. Fuck you loved it when he fucked you while he was dressed, you lifted your hips hoping to pull him into you, "Daddy's little whore aren't you," he said pressing your hips back into the table, his cock gliding through your folds. "Tell me where she is," he commanded, "or you wont get your treats,"

"Fuck, please fuck me Daddy," you cried your hips twitching as your tried to move, but he was so much stronger than you.

" Tell me," he nudged his thick head against your clit, sending shivers all over, "tell me or you won't come for a month,"

"Fuck, she's-" you dug through your head for a plausible lie, but with your mind swirling there was only one name that kept popping up, "Flag." You pant, your body desperately jerking beneath him, "she went to hide with Flag,"

"Good girl," he said, spearing his cock into you, filling you up and stretching you out, "that wasn't so hard was it. Not like this is going to be," With his firm grip on your hips and his mouth devouring yours he pounded into you. His punishing pace lifting you off the table as his course hair brushed against your clit, "fuck kitten your so tight, I can feel you pulsing around me."

His cock throbs inside you, grinding against your precious spot, he grabs your legs throwing them over his elbows, pressing deeper into you "fuck! Daddy-" you scream, his teasing had you so worked up that it sent you over the edge much sooner than expected. Your legs shaking and your mind going blank, until a sharp sting on your cheek brings you from your reverie.

"Did I tell you you could cum?" He sneers down at you holding your face tight in his fingers.

"I-" you pant "I couldn't help it, you're fuckin me so good, Daddy,"

"Going to have to do it again now kitten, Daddy wants you to come with him," your overstimulated pussy still pulsating around his thick cock. "You're going to be a good girl and cum when I say," he tells you, lifting you back as he climbs onto the table to engulf you in him. He surrounded you, your legs wrapping around his waist and his hand still holding your face, while the other held onto your ass.

"Ye-" you moan, feeling a second wave bubbling inside you.

"Such a good girl with my cock deep inside you aren't you kitten," he moaned, his pace faltering as he came close to his own release.

"Close," you whimper, your eyes locking with his beautiful feral blue ones. He snarled back at you biting down on your lip and drawing blood, licking at it. His tongue swirling the blood into your mouth.

"Cum on me then , be a good girl and cum with Daddy," his deep voice moaning into your mouth, his hand tightening around your throat as he ground into you. You felt his cock throb in your pussy and his cock sputtering in your pulsating walls loading you full of his hot Daddy juice. The warmth hurtling you over, you bit down on his lip hoping to stifle your cries.

Flicking your fingers over your cuffs, you release your hands bringing them around him to hold him close to you. Your hands travel along the smooth Egyptian cotton of his shirt. Your breath heavy and Romans face buried in your breasts as he caught his own.

"Fuckin hell kitten," he says looking up at you, "you're gunna kill me. You really need to be friends with her?"

"I like her, she's fun," you say, patting down gently on his hair "most people in this city are boring,"

"I'm not boring," he says pulling back in offence, his face contorting back to frustration.

"Not you baby," you coo cupping his face and bring him into a kiss.

"You know where she is?" He asks and you nodd, "her apartment?" He confirms, and you nod again. "Maybe she needs a lesson on who you belong to,"

"Hmm.. and how are you gunna do that?" You ask stroking his hair back from his sweaty forehead.

"Show her who makes you scream like that,"

"Oh I'm sure she'd be real threatened by a porno," you snip back.

"She will be and you're going to play along," he stands taking your hand to help you up

"Oh am I?" You ask leaning into him, your shaking legs causing you to fall into his chest. He grips you by the ass hoisting you around his waist.

"Yes," he nudges your nose with his lips "because otherwise I'll just kill her."

"You wouldn't," you protest, kissing along his jawline as he begins to walk you upstairs.

"Those fuckin lips of hers touch you again and I will," he slaps your ass, jolting your ass up and grinding you into his shirt, "maybe you need another reminder of you belong to kitten,"

You and Roman had always loved each other. Before you knew what love was, back when love was sweet and innocent. The love you shared was simply that of best friends who smiled wider when they held each other’s hands than anyone else.

As you stepped forward, patient and thankful for the line that let you try to simmer the bubbling anxiety within you, you took in a shallow breath. 

Your name only barely loud enough for the guard to hear. After a few moments of attention directed at his lists, no doubt, his eyes met yours again, a bit of a frown beginning as he looked back down at his tablet. 

“I see.” He gruffed. 

Unsure if you were hoping he would turn you away or let you forward, you stayed silent. 

After one more long beat of staring at you, he jerked his thumb to the door. 

“Inside for weapons check.”

As you crossed the threshold, you heard the signature beep of an old school radio being pushed.

In the club, Victor’s ear buzzed. “Tell the boss she’s here.”

He strides over to Roman who is thankfully in the middle of a very unimportant conversation. 

Only a moment after he leans down to relay the message, Roman jumps up from his seat. 

Manic excitement lights his eyes that leaves as quickly as it came, replaced by pure nervousness. 

He runs his hands through his hair, taking in deep breaths as he shakes his body and removes his sunglasses, and much to everyone’s surprise, his gloves, mindlessly throwing them into Zsasz’s hands. 

He turns on Victor with a start, seemingly realizing his friend is more than an accessory rack. 

“Do I look good?” He resists the urge to grab onto his shoulders and shake him when his answer isn’t instant. 

A nervous, too high pitched laugh bursts out of Roman before Victor can even reply. 

“I mean, of course I do.” He flits his head with his typically fake big smile.

Zsasz just nods with an unaffected look, hiding the concern underneath. 

“Course.” He says as he places a reassuring hand onto his boss’s shoulder.

Roman had been waiting for this moment his entire adult life. But now that it was here, that you were here, he felt so nervous. So insecure. 

Would you like him? The club? His clothes? Was it too much? Not enough?

The cacophony of thoughts continued to race through his head. 

‘Everyone out. 

… No stay. 

No one look at her. She’s mine. 

… But she deserves a sea of people adoring her. 

What do I do? What should I do?

Oh it’s too late to do any—’

Time seems to slow as you walk through the curtain leading into the main room. Everything quiets, even the song seeming to slip underwater. 

You’re unsure if it’s truly the music or just the effect this man is having on you. The air vibrates with the deep bass, electrifying your skin and moving you forward despite the echoing worry in your mind. 

‘What if he doesn’t recognize me?

What if he doesn’t remember me?’

You gather all the courage in your body as you let your eyes scan the room for the only one you could truly see. 

Had you not been holding onto something you would have certainly faltered in your step.

The way he looked at you instantly quieted your fears and confirmed you had not once left his mind.

You were expecting his looks. Roman was always fawned over as a child and truth be told, you had always found him attractive. And recently, you searched him online and realized he had aged like fine wine.

You expected the lavish suit. Dressed to the nines in a glamorous, almost campish style that seemed to be perfectly made to shine amongst everyone and everything else.

You had even expected the eyes, though they were more intense than before. Piercing through your skin and soul.

But lord. You did not expect eyeliner. 

And Roman himself was stunned. He had kept tabs on you and had even gone to see you once from afar but nothing could compare to how you looked only feet away from him.

He felt like a young child again, the moment he realized he loved you and would make you his one day. The emotions came crashing and he was frozen in his place.

You faintly register the music beginning to rise as the world seems to spin around you two.

You wanted to bottle this moment. Play it over and over again. The music, the lights, the touch of the dress of your skin, the warmth filling you. 

But most importantly, the way Roman looked right here. 

Right now. 

And how this man, your oldest friend, first and truest love, was looking at you. 

The music coming back to its full force makes you blink out of the trance and finally move. Your steps matching his cautious, unbelieving steps. 

You’re standing in front of each other, just staring, eyes roaming over each other’s bodies, taking in everything that was hidden by distance before. Hands hovering in the air, still in their instinctual yearning for the other’s embrace.

Neither of you dare to break the silence, the fiercest spell that had come over you both. 

With one last journey of his face, so close allowing you to appreciate every inch, you realize one of you will have to say something. 

“Hi—”

His lips jolt onto yours, closing the electrified distance, breaking the spell and instead creating something stronger - stealing the words from your mouth, breath from your chest, and heart from your very soul.

His lips are strong and firm and desperate in their movement like returning home to a place you had only been to in your dreams.

But you feel them pull away. Too soon. 

So you follow him and grab them again, sealing them with smiles as you bring your hands up and around to the back of his neck. Fingers flirting with the ends of his hair.

In a singular moment of clarity, Roman has but one thought tearing his lips from yours.

“They don’t get to see what I’m going to do to you.”

The sound of his rough voice stuns you, so different yet so similar to that which filled your memories. Not even taking in the words, you nod. Your head just barely moving down for a moment, still lost in your state of bliss.

With that, he leans away as if nothing had ever pained him more and takes your hand in his, rushing steps moving you through a parting sea of bodies.

Within moments, the sound and staring eyes disappear and his hands are roaming all over you, overwhelming your body so much that it can only respond in kind.

In the privacy of his darkened bedroom, you make slow, deep love. Staring into each other’s eyes as you give all of yourselves to the other. 

Deep kisses capture your moans - breathing them into each other’s mouths when you can hold them no longer. 

His touch always on you, never leaving your skin. 

Unsure where he ends and you begin. Both shaking, tensing, pulsing, releasing together. 

Finally laying together side by side, you’re both unable to stop looking and touching one another. The spell thicker than ever. 

You want to say something, anything, other than a cut off greeting and euphoric chanting of his name. But you continue to appreciate the moment in silence.

Roman kept his body closed off from the world. But not you. He wanted to feel everything you had to offer. With yet another thought pushing out to be voiced, he opens his mouth.

“Marry me.”

It was quick, sudden, and for a flicker of a moment, you thought impulsive.

Until you realized this was always where you two were meant to be. 

You had no other words than the one he repeated to you as a boy when you asked with innocent giggles if he would marry you.

You can’t believe that Roman made you come to another one of these parties, they were so fucking boring. Not to mention that all the so-called important people here are lame! Just old dudes playing cards and drinking whiskey, while you sit at the bar alone. Normally you’d at least have one of the girls to keep you company, but since Harley and Ivy shacked up they never come to these stupid things anymore. Lucky them you think, swallowing your third cocktail and trying to read your book when you feel slime incarnate slither it's disgusting way towards you. 

“Aren't you the hottest little spitfire in the room,” Oswald says, sliding his hand behind your back and making you want to puke.

“Hands of Os. You know how Roman gets,” you protest, trying to worm away from him.

“That asshole, I could treat you better than he ever could. You’d be my queen,”

“I would rather die,” 

“I could arrange that, Princess,”

“Enough,” you stab into one of his hands that was creeping close to your ass, your other hand holding your favorite dagger to his face, “Want to see just what I learnt from Roman?”

"Kitten!" Romans loud voice echoes from across the room, "What the fuck are you doing?" 

"Who me?" You stare up innocently at him, pulling the knife from Cobblepots hand as you go.

"Were leaving," his gloved hand wraps around the top of your arm, pushing you out in front of him, "Kitty, we have talked about this!" He screams in your ear, snatching the knife from your hand, turning to sneer at you and bringing the knife to your chin when you reach the door. "Always go for the face," 

"Fuck you, Harley said hands where easier,"

"Again with fuckin Quinn,"

"Oh, fuck off. What is your problem with her anyway?"

“She turned you into this fuckin bitch," Roman says, his gloved hand harshly grip's your forearm, the leather burning as he twists his fingers around. His rings dig in while he leads you from the party, his feet kicking at your heels to get you to move faster. Anger seething from his pores, his eyes focusing on the door while he directs you to the parking lot of the old club.

"Oh fuck you. You asshole," you say, ripping your arm from his hand so fast his rings leave scorch marks in their wake. 

"Get in the fucking car!"

"Where the fuck do you think I'm going?" You yell back, flinging the car door open, climbing into the front seat and slamming the door closed behind you. 

Roman just stands there staring at you, you glare back. Smirking at him and tapping on your imaginary watch, "well- are we going or what?"

He strides around the car, silent and deadly. Not saying a word to you, he starts the car. His eyes focus on the road but you decide that well, this is just too much fun. So continue to antagonize your scary ass boyfriend all the way home in the car. You can tell by the way his veins start to pop on his forehead and the thin line of his lips that it's working exactly the way you want it to.

Xx

"You need to watch your mouth whore," he says, shoving you through the door to your apartment. 

"Or what?" You spit back, “I'm not afraid of you,”

“You should be,”

“Oh get fucked,”

“You're about to. You insolent little bitch.”

“You think you can just boss everyone ‘round,” you shout, your arms failing by your sides, “I ain't one of your goons Roman.”

He was upon you before you even had a chance to flinch, taking your face in his hands, raising one eyebrow at you. His fingers grip tightly on your chin. His rings pressing patterns into your cheeks, “what happened to the sweet girl you used to be, Kitten?”

“I am what you made me,” you spit back, jerking your face to the side and pushing your hands against his hard chest. Roman leans down right next to your ear, his voice almost a whisper, “Run, before I do something I regret, Kitten,”

You didn't need more warning than that. Kicking your heels off, you take off as fast as your feet will carry you. You head towards the bathroom, not chancing a look behind you, knowing that he is totally following you.

Rounding the corner to the ensuite you hear the snap of his belt, a thud as his Chanel boots hit the wall. He was closer than you thought. You slide into the bathroom like it’s home base, slamming the door closed and flipping the lock shut.

Leaning back against the door you take a deep breath and try to steady your heart beat, but it's no use. You can feel it hammering like it's just joined a fucking marching band.

“Open the door Kitten,” Roman says, jingling the door handle. “open it now and I'll think about forgiving you for what happened at the party,”

“I don't want your forgiveness,” you shout standing up and moving back from the door. You knew what his next move world be, “Cobblepot fucking deserved it”

“Now Kitten, we've talked about this attitude of yours,” the door handle stopped moving. You watch the steel of Roman’s favourite knife slice through the gap in the door.

“I ain't got an attitude problem!” You stomp, keeping up the pretense, while you hastily start removing your clothes. "You're the one with the problem," It would only be a matter of seconds before he stormed through the door, sitting down on the counter now full nude you waited a millisecond.

“Kitten, you fucking brat I can’t” he cut off seeing you sit on the sink your legs spread apart your aching pussy on full display for him, the door in splinter’s behind him. Romans eyes dancing along every inch of your exposed skin.

“You were saying,” you tease running your hand up your thigh, your nails leaving red marks along your soft skin.

“Yes,” he blinks a few times, "I was saying,” He straightens himself up, stalking his way over to you, “you've been such a bad girl tonight,” his hand harshly grips your face, “don't think this display will ease your punishment Kitten,” he pulls you in for a harsh kiss that is all teeth and tongue. A warning of what's to come.

“Sounds like you're all talk to me,” you mumble into his mouth and when his eyes open into a glare, you wink at him.

“That so?” his hands dig into your thighs radpily throwing you over his shoulder and his hand slams on your ass, “I'm going to have to fuck this attuide right outa you,” he slaps you again.

You hold the moan in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction before your own hand hits him in the ass, a deep growl coming from his throat.

“You're asking for it,” he growls, throwing your body into the plush silk blankets. His hand wraps around your throat, the other working quickly to undo his pants. 

“Get fucked,” you snip kicking him in the leg making his body fall atop yours, crushing you down even further. His grip tightens on your throat, his eyes menacing when he looks back at you.

“You're about to be,” he slams his cock into you from behind. Filling and stretching your tight pussy. “You still want to be a bitch?” he growls, thrusting deep within you and grinding his cock down.

You turn to spit in his face, his tongue immediately darting out to catch it. “Take that as a yes,” he pulls out, filling you until you feel like you might actually burst from pleasure. His hand slapping into your ass, the stinging sending a whole different type of bliss down your legs.

“I'm gunna fuck you like I own you,” he growls his teeth sinking into your neck, “Because I do. Don’t I Kitten?” he lathes at your neck, “Tell me I own you.”

You can't help the moan that escapes your lips, your urge to comply growing with every harsh thrust. His hand slaps onto your ass, “say it. Be a good girl and tell me I own you,”

“Yes, yes. You own me,” you pant as he pushes your face into the pillow,

“Tell me your my bitch,”

“Yes, fuck,” his hand slides between you rubbing at your clit,

“You going to be a good girl for me?” His hand slides up your neck pulling you back by the hair,  your back is pressing into his hard chest.

“Whatever you want,” you moan feeling your climax approaching 

“That's right,” he pounds deeper and harder, feeling your walls clenching around him, “such an obedient little whore with my cock deep in you.”

“Fu-” you cry. He flips you, dragging you underneath him without pulling you out. 

“Kitten, wrap-”  your legs locking tight behind his, pulling him back into your sopping pussy, “Just like that. Good girl,” 

“You need it,” he thrusts, “crave it,” he leans down to kiss you, “it's all you think about,”

“Yes! Yes! Yeeess” you scream.

“Then cum on my cock, my perfect whore,” your whole body shakes like a jenga tower on the last block when your orgasm crashes into you. Romans gloves hold you tight so you don't slip away as he continues to fuck you senseless.

Chasing his own release with his head buried in your neck, “please Daddy,” your voice still breathless, “please fill me up,” your brain still goo as you try to coax his release from him, “I need it,”

“Fuck” he stutters his hips faltering as his hot cum floods you so full that it starts seeping down your leg. 

Collapsing onto you, your fingers glide down his back as you both try to remember how to words. Sweat pool’s between you, both your legs sticky and covered in your release. 

“Should I stab people more often?” You joke, smiling up at Roman when he leans back.

“Trésor? Where are you?” Roman called, through the foyer of your lavish apartment, “I’ve had the worst day, some fucking moron spilt merlot on my Valentino jacket.”

“Couch,” you shout back, intentionally giving him space to vent. He always paid more attention to you after he had let out some of his grievances and it always riled him up just a tiny bit more when you feigned not paying attention.

“I can’t fucking believe you let me hire these complete fucking- ,” he shouted, throwing his jacket onto the counter, “Incompetent fools Mon Trésor, fucking idiots,” he stomped, kicking his shoes across the room, “Couldn’t even fend of the fucking Bat long enough to keep my shipment from getting fucking seized. Fuck!” grabbing one of the bar stools and throwing at the door, “Are you even fucking listening to me?” he sat on at the kitchen counter slamming his fists into it, glaring his adorable little pouty face at you “Do you know how much money we lost, because of those fucks?,”

“Paid you back, did they?” you call from your perch on the couch. You could tell he was winding down, his breath evening out, his face resting in his hands. Only moving a fraction when he pivots his eyes towards you.

“With their faces,” he smirks over at you, his gloved finger beckoning you towards him.

You stand slowly, sashaying toward him in your silken robe, the black lace of your lingerie peeks from beneath, giving him just a glance. You had heard the commotion in the club below and knew he would need some cheering up. The plan to save this particular piece, out the window when you heard the cries from below.

You bend over on the other side of the counter, when you reach the kitchen. Making sure he could see the outline of your almost non existent panties. Grazing your heels up your legs, pretending to scratch it. You take the gin bottle from the cabinet and pour yourself a glass, throwing in an olive for extra effect, winking at him and moving back towards the opposite counter. Looking over your glass at him as you take a sip, you wrap your lips over the toothpick, giving him a sultry glance as you swallow it whole. Your hand gliding your leg to reveal the garters you had made for him. The black ribbon, printed with his name in gold. the same ribbon that was sewn into the seams of this particular piece, but he would find that out later.

“Mon Trésor, you know Daddy likes you to greet him with a drink when he gets home,” he chastises you, flexing his gloved hands on his thigh. His eyes raking over your shapely legs, a soft fuck escaping his lips when you stop your motions.

“And I’d like a million dollars,” you snip back, gulping down your drink and pouring yourself another.

“I gave you a million last week, is that not enough?” he rolls his eyes, leaning over the counter to pour himself a glass of gin while he watches you.

“I’m just kidding, ‘sides not like you've got Bruce Wayne money to throw away,” you heard him growl and that was your signal. Pushing yourself from the counter you dropped your glass in the sink, the shatter echoing through the vast apartment.

"Do you have to break everything you touch?" His voice low, his eyes staring hungrily at you with that fierce look that always meant trouble. Trouble that you always enjoyed.

"Fuck you" you shout, taking off in the direction of the bedroom, running as fast as you could, as fast as 6 inch heels would carry away from him. Your robe billowing out behind you, you take a look over your shoulder. He's coming up behind you quickly, but he isn't running. Twirling and a skip to his step as he closes in on you.

“Get back here Trésor,” his feet stomping in the skip, hard as he stalked behind you, “You won’t like it when I fucking catch you, whore,” you take a chance at another look over your shoulder and see him bounding towards you. “Better stop running, Trésor,” the crack of his knuckles gives you pause for a moment. His presence looming behind you like a wild snake on a rabbit. Your robe betrays you, it twists and snags in between your legs. Tangling them together, a rush of wind passes you, your body seconds away from the floor when you feel it. A smooth leather gloved hand wrapping around your forearm, helping you to your feet. The other grips tightly on your throat, pulling your body back into his chest.

“The fuck you say to me,” your hands prying at his hand, he tightened his grip on your throat, “answer me, whore,” he spits, slamming you into the wall, pain searing along your back. His hands quickly undo your robe, the material falling freely from your shoulders. His free hand caresses and strokes along the lacey lines, captivated at his name spelled out over you, repeating again and again along your most intimate parts. His eyes soften when he looks back up at you. You had gotten him a gift. But unfortunately, you were not done playing quite yet.

“I said,” you cough, “how does it feel to always be second to that do goody, Wayne?”

“Second?” He growls, snapping himself out of it, his hand gliding between the ribbons on your thighs. He released your throat, only to slap you clean across the face, the pain shooting straight down to your core, “I'm not fucking second to anyone,”

“Ha!” You scoff, trying to keep the burning desire away for just a bit longer, he was nearly there he just needed a little more- “you're obviously-,” you stop as his lips connect with your neck devouring your soft flesh with his teeth. The leather gliding up and down your thigh, almost to where you needed him.

“Finish that fucking sentence,” he eyes you, his thumb moving your head back, raising his eyes at you, “go on, I fucking dare you”

“As I was saying,” you gulp, “you're obviously second to me,” he raises his brow at you, his hand winds through the hair at your nape and pulls your head back into the wall. The sting feels amazing as his free hand digs into your thigh.

“Wanna run that by me again?” he snarls, biting down hard on your lip.

“You really are such a sweet little thing,” you coo, brushing your hand along his cheek bone. It's true, he is perfect, maybe not to anyone else. But the way he handled you made you swoon every time.

“Daddy, can’t have you thinkin that,” his arm wrapped around your waist, lifting your feet from the ground. Your body pressed close to him, hand holding firmly on your ass. “Get that fuckin smirk off your face,” he slaps down on your ass, “Daddies gotta teach you a lesson on fuckin respect, Trésor,”

When you reach the bedroom he throws you on the bed. Slowly he grips your panties, his fingers sending goosebumps down over your skin and tingles through your bones as he slides your panties down your soft legs. You knew he wouldn't want to ruin these, his mark, his name written across his treasure.

Your legs snap close as he eyes your dripping, soaked out pussy. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” he asks in a frustrated tone, gripping your legs, his strong arms prying them apart. A devilish grin on his face as he reaches down to grab the restraints you hid under the bed, “Think you can hide your whore pussy from me? You know what Daddy does with bad girls,” he threatens, his eyes not leaving yours when he reaches down.

“Please, you’re all talk,” you roll your eyes, chucking a throw pillow at him. It takes him longer than normal to strap your legs down, the fight you were putting up was too fun. The look of frustration and the grumbly growls he was making while you flail your legs around was making you drip. He pins you still with a stare as he fastens the ankle cuff to the chain, he glares at you like he wants to stab you. Perfect.

“You’re fuckin pushin it today, Trésor” he held your hands in his one, securing it tight with your cuff at the top of the bed. He adjusted the pillows, placing two under your back and 3 under your head. “Watch,” he commands you, pointing your face towards the end of the bed. He strips, teasing you slowly with each item until the only thing he is left in are his gloves. He knows how you feel about them. Your pussy throbbing at the sight, he was beautiful and he fuckin knew it.. “You watchin?” he says, kissing down your thighs, his lips tugging on your little roman ribbons. He smirks up at you, his breath grazing over your aching pussy.

“Not today Trésor, You’ve been a fucking bitch today. You’re gunna learn some respect,” He stood his cock gliding along your dripping pussy. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. I could smell your whore pussy the moment I walked in the door,” he thrust just the tip into you, before stepping back. His gloved finger swiping through you, before he plunged one thick finger into you. Your walls clenching down around it, his finger curled just grazing your g spot before he removed it from within your warmth, “You had to be a bitch,” he slapped your pulsing mess of a pussy, a moan escaping from your lush lips.

“I hate you,” you moan, your voice giving away that you meant just the opposite.

“Hate me?” he teases, his hand connecting with your cheek, his hard cock lining up with your tight entrance, “ You may hate me Trésor, but I know you love Daddy's big cock,” he sneers, pushing his cock deep within your tight walls.

“Fuck-” you cry, your hands pulling on the restraints with the urge to touch him, pull him closer.

“Cant fuckin get away,” his hand griped your face, pursing your lips together as he continued to thrust into you at an agonizingly slow pace, “Open your mouth,” his voice harsh, your bit your lips together sucking them into your mouth, “Now, whore,” he commanded, shoving the soft leather into your mouth, spreading your lips apart. You suckle the taste of you and leather mixed together was divine. “Bite down,” you did as he asked, your teeth acting as an anchor as he pulled his hand from your mouth, leaving just his glove. “Time to let go,” he tugged on the glove, but you loved the taste of it, you suckled on it, sucking it further into your mouth, “Dirty little whore, let go. Bad girls don’t get fucking treats,” he yells, ripping the glove from your mouth, the sting as it left burning your tongue.

The blue from his soft eyes is completely gone, filled black with lust when you stare up at him. Parting your soft lips, a deep growl escaped him. Leaning forwards he spit straight into your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours as you swallowed it. "Such a filthy little whore aren't you," he sneered, "My little whore," he leans down, capturing your lips with his own, desperate to taste the mix of your saliva.

Sweat covered your body, his hands roaming, tugging and pulling on every piece of you. “Who owns you?” he unclips the chain from the head board, bringing your arms over his head. “Look me in the face, Trésor and tell me who owns you,” he says, leaning back on his haunches and sitting you on his lap.

“You, Daddy,” you cry, his cock grazing along that sweet spot inside, you bite down on his lip. Tugging it in between your teeth and grazing your tongue along it, before pushing it into his mouth.

“Fuck, tell me,” he moans

“I'm yours Daddy, I’m yours to use,”

“Good girl, such a good little fucktoy for me aren't you?”

“Yes, Yes,” you moan,

“Going to cum for me?” he moans in your ear, his cock pulsing inside you. He was almost as close as you.

“YEs, Rom-” your voice breathless while he fucked the life out of you.

“Wasn't a question,"

“Mark me,” you plead, baring your neck to him. He growls deep like a wolf on the prowl, his teeth sinking into your pressure point.

“My good little whore,” he says his teeth tugging on your ear lobe, “So close, cum on the count of 5,” His hand gripping your throat, “Fuck you look beautiful stuffed full of my cock,” he panted, his grip tightening on your neck, “4. Feel it, feel how full you are of me,” his hand moves up to grip into your hair, “3, Love fuckin into my soft little fucktoy after a shit day,” He tugged on your hair, the slight burning searing through you “2. Fuck, Trésor make those pretty noises for me” he pounded into you with great vigor, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you “1. Cum Mon Trésor,” you did as you always had, how he trained you to cum on his countdown. The world turning white around you as lights of euphoria filed your visions and Romans hot cum filled your pussy.

Reaching behind him he released your hands from the restraints, gently lowering you back onto the bed, before moving to free your legs. Climbing up next to you, he threw your favourite black silk blanket over the both of you, handing you a bottle of water from the bedside and holding you close to him. “How you feeling, Mon Trésor?” he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel and offering it to you.

“Ecstatic, I'm glad your days aren't like that all the time, but-” you say, wiping the towel over your face.

“It is fun,” he kissed you sweetly, “Shower? Or food?” he asks, pulling out his phone.

“Pizza and shower while we wait?” you offer.

“Boss,” Zsasz mutters in Roman’s ear.

Roman follows Zsasz’s gaze, instantly landing on your form as you smile seductively at him from your place on the table across the club’s floor.

And it looks like he’s not the only one watching. You’ve attracted the attention of nearly everyone sober enough to notice. Your hips swaying hypnotically to the music, a low, steady bass filling the room that matches the dangerous mix of attraction, admiration, and anticipation as you, the Hostess, put on a show.

“Want me to get her down?” Zsasz asks as Roman  takes a slow drink from his bourbon, eyes never leaving yours.

He chuckles as he stands and buttons his jacket, taking a moment to look away.

“No. I’ll get her down myself.”

— — —

You open your eyes as you turn your head from its place nuzzled in your raised arms, a smile blossoming on your lips as you see Roman stalking toward you.

The butterflies were instant. You know the look in his eyes wasn’t passionate rage, although it may have looked like it to everyone else with the way the crowd parted.

You know it to be what it is.

Deep,

dark,

uncontrollable

desire.

You bite your lip, adrenaline coursing as you wink at Roman before twirling around and moving slightly more slowly, bringing your hands to your body to roam. The song’s beat slowed, matching the movement of your hips.

Roman finally comes to a stop, shoes clicking loudly in the now almost silent room - the music having been lowered to a murmur.

“Darling?” he calls to you, voice light but strained with the effort to contain his desires. You knew he wouldn’t last long so you turned around.

Your eyes light up as they met his. He steps up to you and places his hands together before pulling one of his gloves off.

A shiver runs through you.

He holds it in his hand for a moment before throwing it onto the table below you.

He holds your eyes as he takes his final step to you. Instantly running his bare hand up your leg, stopping just above your knee.

“Everyone out”. He orders with a low voice, still holding your eyes.

He squeezes your leg and you had to stop yourself from squeezing them together. Your entire body so sensitive with the promise of what was to come in only a matter of seconds.

Seeing no one moving he breaks the stare, turns, and yells.

“Everyone fucking OUT!”

Everyone jumps, knowing this was their last chance.

Satisfied once the room cleared within seconds, Roman turns back to you, his eyes alight with now unhidden fire.

He is ready to eat you alive.

He keeps his hand on your leg, trailing it slowly down as he walks around the round table to the booth.

“C’mere kitten,” he practically growls. Lust dripping from his words.

Your breath hitches in your throat, your slight intoxication making everything more vibrant, more powerful.

He leans closer as you lean down, placing your hand in his as you step onto the booth, legs on either side of him.

Roman had the perfect view and couldn’t help but groan at the sight.

“Fuck, kitten. You look delicious.”

Your body tenses and you smile, wanting nothing more at that moment.

He chuckles at your reaction. “Do you want that?”

You nod quickly and bite your lip once more, containing a whine from escaping.

He teases his hand up your leg, moving slowly and keeping the pressure light.

“Use your words, babydoll.”

“Y-yes” you breathe out almost instantly.

“Come down then”. Roman smirks and you can’t contain the deep whine this time as you lower yourself to your knees on the seat of the booth. The leather groaning slightly under your body.

He looks up at you before giving you his still-gloved hand. You take the tip of the index finger into your mouth and bite down lightly, letting him pull his hand out.

He matches the movement, teeth meeting teeth with a click. His gaze follows the dropping glove next to him, his eyes holding on the glove one moment, allowing you to stroke the side of his face as he licks a stripe up your thigh in response.

Roman turns his head up at you as your hand reaches his chin and he leans in back, resting on the back of the booth. A hungry look in his black-lined eyes. All but physically drooling.

“Tell me you want me,” He commands with a whisper as he runs his hands up both your legs. Igniting every inch under his touch.

His eyes are so intense, overflowing with passion and desire - you want to look away.

Instead you run your fingers through your lover’s hair and pull the threads, making him close his eyes with a deep groan within his chest.

“Oh, babygirl.” He growls and finishes with a dark laugh.

Springing his head back up, he breathes you in before lifting your dress and diving into your covered core.

He groans once his lips touch the velvet.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, darlin,”

He pulls back and smirks up at you. You let out the breath you had taken upon feeling his hot tongue against you and bite your lip.

“All for you, Mr. Sionis”

He growls at that.

“Oh you are all mine, Mrs. Sionis.”

He peels back your underwear to the side before giving you one last look with a wink as he buries his face between your legs.

Your hands fly to his hair, your only stabilizer as you writhe against him. Soon your shaky breaths and loud moans fill the room as he begins sucking, licking, and pleasuring every intimate inch of you.

You want to savor the moment but you know Roman’s lost control. He want to bring you to the edge as fast and as hard as possible.

His tongue laps up at you as you grind your body into his face, loving the extra tingle the slight stubble on his face brings.

He peeks up at you and winks as he meets your eyes and you want to laugh but all that comes out is a gasp as he’s flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You tense as you feel Roman’s fingertips flirt with your lips, your body beginning to quake as you know what he wants.

You squeeze the locks of hair you have tangled in your fingers and whine.

“Please, Roman,”

He hums a pleased laugh against you, the vibrations sending shivers through your core.

You won’t last much longer.

He pulls away to watch you as he brings two fingers to the center, teasing

Once,

Twice,

Three

times before diving in and instantly curling.

You throw your head back in a long groan but then quickly struggle to take a breath as he brings his mouth back to you.

His tongue is moving in perfect synchrony with his fingers, in and out at a fast, steady pace.

You feel it building.

He takes your clit into his mouth once more, responding to your clenching walls.

“Ro-Ro” you gasp, unable to say anything more between your hurried breaths.

Roman doesn’t even ask as he hurries his movements just enough to take all breath from your lungs and start your orgasm.

With one second of calm you take a breath, he pushes into you again, his mouth harsh and rough and

Oh GOD

“So good”

Your mantra begins as your legs shake,

“So good”

“So good”

“So...”

The wave slams into you and you pull his head in, smothering him as you let go.

He takes every drop and your senses flow back as he slows his movements and removes his fingers from you.

You open your eyes and look down as Roman takes his covered fingers into his mouth.

Groaning as he sucks, and stares into your eyes.

Satisfied, he smacks lips and runs thumb across his lips.

“You want more, kitten?”

You nod, somehow already getting excited again by the thought of him filling you up.

He drags his wet hand from his mouth and the other from its place on your thigh to his crotch.

Roman palms himself and your mouth waters.

You want to taste everything he has to offer you.

He unfastens his belt, button and zipper, and slides his pants and underwear just enough to free himself.

His cock is hard and pulsing with desire.

He meets your eyes as you finally look away from the object of your desire and he smiles widely.

“Come sit down for Daddy.”

Your eyes roll back with a shiver.

You lower yourself to his lap as you guide yourself slowly onto him, hand resting on his pelvis once you’re fully seated.

You bring your hands to his face and stare into his blue eyes for a moment - allowing you both to simply bask in the feeling of your bodies conjoined.

You grind as you pull his face to yours, catching his open mouth in a dirty kiss. A groan passes from one to the other and Roman squeezes your hips as he pulls away and nuzzles his head into your neck.  

“Kitten...”

He’s warning you. If you can’t handle it you‘ll have to say it now.

But you don’t. You want him hard and rough and dirty and fast.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and he takes the cue.

Instantly he’s slamming up into you, pounding your body so hard you’re shaking like a rag doll and wildly screaming.

He angles his hips up and moves your hips in circles, dragging your clit around his body, the feeling electrifying you with every movement.

It’s all so much. So euphoric.

You know you won’t last long.

Roman goes back to jackhammering you. Causing the screams in your throat to stick and eyes to squeeze shut and roll back.

“Who’s your daddy, babygirl?”, he asks as he slows but instead mercilessly pushes as deep as he can go.

His hand glides up your throat, a gentle reminder of his possession.

“Y-you”, you gasp.

“Cmon I want to hear you scream it.” He roars.

“Who’s. Your. Daddy?”

He thrusts harder and rougher, emphasizing each word.

“Oh god, Oh Fu- You, Roman”

He’s driving into you, spurred on by your breathless words, hands now gripping your hips hard as he holds you above him, angling you perfectly so he continually hits your deepest point.

“Oh fuck, YES! Oh god, I’m all yours, Roman. All...”

He drives into you and you’re breathless. So close to the edge, only a hair away from tumbling over.

“Oh fuckfuckfuck Ro- I-“ you curl your toes and grab his hair once more, tugging wildly in feverish urgency.

He looks up at you with a wicked grin, lips still shining from your previous climax.

“You going to cum all over Daddy’s cock, Princess?”

“Oh yes! Oh PLEASE, Daddy. Please let me cum”, you sob. The ecstasy of being on the edge swallowing every feeling except him.

“You want it babygirl?” He’s breathless.

“Yes!” You cry.

“Yeah?” He’s teasing you as he lifts your body up and down. Fucking into you like a toy.

“I don’t think you do.” He growls, pushing his face to your chest to bite at your breasts through the dress.

You can’t take it.

“Yes, fuck PLEASE roman, please let me cum.”

“That’s a good girl.”

He muses, slowing again.

“Mmm. My good girl.”

He does two quick thrusts with the snap of his hips.

The hand around your throat squeezes, causing black to cloud the edges of ceiling as your throw your head back.

“But Daddy gets to cum first.”

A few more hard thrusts as your walls are clenching around him his body shaking as he continues to fuck as he cums deep inside you.

You both know what’s coming next. What he’s pulling out of you.

The pressure builds, you feel Roman groan and still before picking up a brutally fast pace. His cock slamming into yours as he buries himself in you, the sound of your bodies euphoric and pornographic as you ride his cum covered cock.

He moves his hands so one is rubbing your clit, the other on your back, tilting your body towards him.

The feelings are all too much. The pleasure overwhelming your body.

You mouth hangs open, unable to form any words.

He pushes his hand harder against your clit, rubbing so incredibly fast you can’t hold it any longer.

“Cmon. Squirt all over me, babygirl.”

The dam breaks instantly at his plea and you’re spasming over him and under his touch, his body holding you up and pulling gush after gush from you.

The high lasts - clouding your vision, the ringing in your ears, the absence of time of heaven on earth.

The shaking stops, his fingers still, and his kisses move to your body.

“Such a good girl” Roman whispers into your body between kisses as you remain mute and overwhelmed.

“Such a good girl for me.”

You eventually come down enough to run your hand through his hair. He looks up at you with complete adoration and you shiver with a laugh as he twitches inside you.

You hold his head in your hands and lean down for a kiss. Pushing your lips every so slightly rough with your lack of senses hindering your ability to finely control your movements.

You pull back, still breathless and giggle as you keep your foreheads pressed together.

“Fu-fu...”

You kiss him again. Pulling away with a drag of his lips following yours.

“Fuck.” You finally get out, blinking heavily, while you learn how to control your body once more.

“Yeah?” He pushes your hips forward, sending a groan that travels from his body to yours.

“Y-Yeah.” You laugh, as you kiss him just right this time.

Roman chuckles as he pulls away and looks at you. Eyes running over your face that just screams you were thoroughly fucked out.

Roman finally goes to your house to take back what was his. Well, he has his driver drive him to your house.

As he exits the car, he shoos away the guard Victor insisted he bring.

“Stay back,” Roman barks, annoyed at the man’s mere presence. He runs a hand over his hair one final time as he walks up the steps to your front door.

You answer the door just as the intricate chimes of your doorbell finished their song.

You pull open the door slowly then lean against it, your hip popping out to the side as Roman’s eyes hungrily devour your body. You’re in a semi transparent black silk robe with lace lingerie peaking through underneath. Perched atop your head are his sunglasses, clearly in view but just out of reach, so much so like you had been all these years.

“Hi, Roman.” Your voice is low and sultry, but still maintains the hint of amusement.

He’s stunned. Not even your voice can break him out of his trance. He has never seen you like this. He always thought you were beautiful but fuck.

It’s like you wanted this. Wanted him.

Wait.

“Is this what this was all about, darling?”, Roman practically gasps with realization, a smug, predatory smile budding on his lips.

Your eyes light up as he finally solves it. But you keep playing coy.

“Maybe...” you tease, as you bite your lip and batt your eyelashes at him.

Roman lets his eyes roam your scantily clad body once more before looking at you once more as he takes a step toward you. You hold his eyes as you try to calm your breathing, adrenaline and lust already coursing quickly through your veins.

Much to your demise, he pauses, as if something crossed his mind. He smiles apologetically at you before he looks over his shoulder.

“Wait here!”, he yells back to the two men who are very intentionally avoiding looking at you.

You notice how Roman angles his body ever so slightly so his body covers you from their eyes.

“Already so possessive” you muse, delighted that your words make him turn back to you. You become slightly serious for the moment.

“They can come inside, wait downstairs. As long as they don’t mind the noise.” You smile devilishly at him, playful mood instantly back.

Roman chuckles at you as he plays with the edge of the tie of your robe. His voice deepens as he leans in to whisper to you, the ghost of his lips flirting with the shell of your ear.

“Baby, I’m going to take you on every surface in every fucking room. They better wait outside.”

You’re unable to control the shiver that rolls through your body at his words and the way his hot breath feels against your skin. He leans back and looks to see your reaction and is pleasantly satisfied at the clear unhidden lust in your eyes.

You want to keep the game going, consider the notion for a moment, say something back. But the only words that come from your mouth are,

“Let’s go then.”

You pull him inside and he shuts the door behind himself as you walk yourself back against the wall. His breath is stolen as he smiles widely at your absolute eagerness.

He leans in to kiss you but you lift a finger to his lips. A giggle erupts from you as he sucks it into his mouth without a second thought.

You don’t want to get lost in the feeling, or thought of how sinful his tongue felt on your finger alone, imagining how good it would feel in your mouth... trailing down your body... flicking between your thighs. You have to shake yourself out of it and quickly remove the sunglasses from your head.

“I believe these are yours?” You tease, holding them out for him to take.

Roman smirks at you as he looks from the stolen item to your eyes and back again. He plucks them from your fingers and throws them over his shoulder, surely breaking as they land with a bit of a crunch.

You arch your eyebrow at him, surprised. But he just stares at you for a moment before his hand goes to your throat, gently wrapping around without any pressure. He tilts your head up and against the wall as he pushes his body against yours and kisses you roughly.

The feeling of his lips and tongue exploring your mouth is divine and you’re thrilled at the light bit of force and another shiver consumes your body as you realize what you’re about to get.

You’re so excited, you’re not going to let him win control that easily. You catch his bottom lip in your teeth and open your eyes, loving the way his meet yours in shock and thrilled surprise. The shocked smile clear on his face.

You let go of his lip and move your hands to the back of his head, wrapping your fingers in the short chestnut locks as you lean back in. A moment after your lips touch, you tug on his hair and move to turn your bodies and walk him against the wall.

You push slightly, forcing his body to make a small thud as it meets the wall. You look at Roman and light up at the way he looks and how he’s sizing you up.

His hair is slightly disheveled and lips pink from your kiss. His eyes are dark, the enlarged pupils perfectly matching the black eyeliner, taking in your form, chest moving up and down as he pants, stealing breaths that you had stolen during your kiss.

The tension between you two is so thick and heavy. Finally having taken a moment to breathe, you’re both sprung like coils. You know this is the final moment of calm. Once one of you moves there will be no stopping it.

Two forces will collide.

Like a switch that was flipped, your overwhelming lust takes over.

You pin him against the wall like he had done moments ago, nails scratching slightly at his the base of his neck and kiss him roughly. You’re pressing your lips together, teeth hard in the kiss.

Roman’s hands roam your body again, the soft silk gliding across your body, stopping quickly as he grabs your ass and you, knowing what he wants, jump into his arms.

You take the moment to assert your control once more despite your position and suckle at his exposed neck. You love the groan that comes from his throat, the vibrations spur you on.

The edge of a table hits your back and you pull back to look into those eyes again. Roman smiles at you, “You ready, kitten?”

His voice has gone gravely and you can’t resist the deep urge within you to whine.

“My, my”, he muses, eating up every moment.

You dive back into his lips. You’re hungry, starved, for him.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He murmurs against your barren shoulder as he pushes the robe down.

You shiver at the feeling of his lips against your skin. Both fire and ice flow through you, battling whether you want to pant or shiver as he swirls his tongue round and then up your neck.

You both moan, you at the feeling and him at the taste. It’s like the first hit of the purest drug, the first sip of the finest alcohol, he knows nothing will ever compare and he’ll never get enough.

He nips at your earlobe and you bring your hands to his shoulder, digging your nails in, loving the ever so slight gasp you pull from him with the piercing pain.

He moves away as you feel his hands undoing the knot of your robe. Not wanting to be undone, and desperate for the feeling of his skin against yours, you pull his shirt from his pants. Thankful he spared the three piece suit for an easier, yet just as striking, outfit.

Roman pulls the tie from your waist with a quick snap of the wrist as you struggle with his buttons for a moment before deciding to simply tear it off of him.

He looks at you, honestly surprised you’d do such a thing but he’s unable to say or do anything at all, as you’re running your hands over his chest, fingers curled slightly as your nails run down before quickly grabbing his shirt and pulling him down for a kiss against you, your tongue diving forcefully into his mouth.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you continue the sloppy kiss. Both of you begin grinding against each other, the tension spiking more and more, tightening the coils within your bodies.

The suit pants feel soft against your thighs but you want less between you and him and bring your hands to the button to unfasten them. His lips curl in a light smile between yours, and you nip lightly.

Using your feet against his back and deft fingers up front, you push his pants down, revealing his black silken boxers. Your mouth waters at his hard length visible under the fabric and you pull your legs away from around him as he steps out of his pants. You take the moment to throw your robe to the floor and lower yourself off the table. He watches you as you step to him, fingers moving lightly as the only noise shared between you two is your breathing and the shirt fabric sliding off his arms.

You indulge yourself by letting your hands linger on his taut arms, before you move to his chest once more. Lightly running your fingers through the bit of chest hair, you bring your mouth to his chest.

You trail your tongue across his torso, loving the taste of his skin as you lean downward and eventually fall to your knees as your hand trails behind your tongue, resting on his hips as you grab the hem of the boxers between your teeth - finally looking up at Roman.

He holds his breath, so eager, waiting for you to reveal himself and wrap your pretty little lips around him. You pull back, letting the waistband snap against his skin and instead lick up his left thigh.

He lets out the breath and groans. Disappointed but turned on from the teasing.

You move to the right thigh, instead placing wet kisses as you palm him through the boxers. Getting wet as you wrap your hand around him.

He teeters on his feet. Unsure if he’s able to keep his balance as you squeeze him. He bucks into your hand as he watches you lick your lips as you stare and touch him.

Your breathing turns short and shallow, almost all but disappearing as you feel Roman’s hands caress your head. He’s restraining himself well, you’re sure he’s not a gentle man. He’s doing so well, you want to give in.

But the thrill of the tease wins as you know it will be worth it to make him snap. You bring your tongue to his boxers and lick, almost losing control yourself as you taste him as you rise.

As your tongue trails up his soft hair on his stomach, you twirl around and brush your ass against him. Dragging his cock between your cheeks as you stand.

Finally standing tall, you move to step away as you peak over your shoulder, teasing him more but his hands wrap around your torso, keeping you close.

“You’re not going anywhere, kitten.”

He pulls you closer and grinds his cock against your ass, your hips automatically matching his movements as you tilt your head back to rest against him.

“Are you sure, Roman?” You purr into his ear as you turn to face him.

“Because...” you nip at the lobe, noting the slight shiver that overcame him.

“I was planning on going to the bedroom...” you ghost your fingers along his.

“And laying on my big bed. All wrapped up in this beautiful...” you bring your hand to your body and trail your fingers softly along your collarbone then between your breasts.

“Outfit I bought just for you.”

You close your eyes as you keep moving down your torso, lifting goosebumps in your wake.

“And letting you have every.” Your fingertips reach the hem of your underwear.

“Which.” You lightly toy with the edge. Making light circles as you dip in just a bit.

You dip your fingers in, gathering a small amount of the wetness pooling and bring it up to your lips. Hovering right in front of your mouth.

“Way.”

You open your eyes and smirk at the wrecked Roman before you, staring at your fingers like it was ambrosia.

“Would you like a taste?” You purr. Keeping your voice light and airy as you reach your hand out just out of reach of Roman’s mouth.

He leans in, opening his mouth just enough to wrap around your fingers. His tongue swirls around your fingertips. Cleaning you thoroughly as he moans at the sweet, sweet taste.

His tongue sliding across your skin and the suckling of his warm mouth sent a thrill through you and you shiver as he pulls away.

He meets your eyes and gives you his signature smug grin.

“I would love nothing more than you laid out before me, darling...” He steps to you, his hand caressing your body, one hand moving back to unclasp your bra.

It opens quickly and loosens around you. He drags his finger across your back before bringing it between you and twirling it.

You decide to give in, just to see where he is going with it, and turn around for him. This time, keeping your hands to yourself.

He brings his hands back to you as he slides the delicate straps down your shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. He moves your hair to the side and kisses the soft skin between your neck and shoulder.

The kiss is hot and wet and you know he wants to mark you. But he restrains himself. He rubs his face in it instead, and you feel the light stubble as he opens his mouth to speak.

“But I said I was going to fuck you in every room.” He brings his hands around your body and up to your breasts, his touch featherlight for a moment before he squeezes them.

“And darling. That means, I’m going to take you on this table here. Then we’ll go into the kitchen and I’ll bend you over the countertops. After that, the living room and you’ll ride me on the couch. And then I’ll fuck you against the shower wall. And then finally...” he twists your nipples suddenly and harshly, making you gasp and creen into his touch.

“You’ll lay on that big bed of yours and you can fuck me however you want to fuck me.”

You whine, grinding against him as you desperately push your breasts into his hands, shamelessly so aroused by his words.

“Mmm, you’d like that, huh, kitten?” You nod. So, so ready you knew you would explode if he isn’t in you within the minute.

“You want me?” He asks as he removes his right hand from your breast and cups your cunt.

You practically come from that touch alone and moan as he moves one finger up and down your slit, and then between your lips.

Your legs almost give out and you knew then there was no use fighting it. Roman had you like putty in his hands. You won’t give in so quietly though.

You lick your lips and swallow, trying to keep the cohesive thought as he continues toying with you.

“If I... had known this would be my reward... I would’ve stolen from you years ago.”

Roman chuckles, genuinely amused and happy you still had your wit and sass.

“You little minx.”

Roman brings his hand to your throat once more and turns your head to capture your lips in a wet, tongue-filled kiss.

You don’t notice him turn you around until you feel his throbbing member against you.

You pull away for a moment, needing to breathe after the gasp that his proximity brought you.

Roman takes that moment to admire you, drink in the sight of your flushed cheeks and blown out irises. It is a sight he knows he would always be chasing.

Before you can get lost in each others eyes once more, Roman toys with the hem of your underwear.

Roman chuckles as he starts kissing down your neck and shoulder, definitely leaving marks as he switches between light bites, soothing licks, and forceful suckles.

You sigh at the pleasure, the anticipation, the feeling of it all. Roman lowers himself to his knees before you, staring up at you with those blue eyes framed by charcoal black, finally living out the dreams you so often indulged in.

A man you know knelt for no one.

No one, except you.

Roman turns his attention to your hips and thighs, mouthing across your pelvis, he closes his eyes as he hums and takes in a deep breath.

“Fuck, you smell so goddamn decadent, darling.”

You wind your hands in his hair once more, loving the slight burn from his face rubbing against your pelvis.

He takes another deep breath then pulls back, staring at your cunt as he slides the underwear off but speaking aloud to you.

“I know I said I was going to fuck you on that cute little table of yours. But fuck, darling, I have to get a good taste.”

His eyes flicker up to you and he looks at you expectedly. You realize with a bit of surprise that he is asking for your permission. Something you never, ever heard Roman Sionis of doing.

Your heart swells but you push that down in favor of the other, more lustful feelings swelling inside you. You stroke his hair lightly and move to cup his chin.

He asked for your consent so you decide to give in.

You bite your lip and widen your eyes. The exact doeish look you know Roman wants.

“Please.” You whine.

Roman’s face lights up with a large smile, so big you think his face will crack. You wonder if he had ever smiled so gleefully and genuinely in his life.

You are about to say more but Roman turns back to his task and drags your underwear down your legs with his teeth. Purposefully, letting them drag across your skin.

Finally faced with your bare sex in front of him, you think Roman might as well be drooling. He gives you one last look, the sight of him only a hair away, his breath hot against your skin is too much to handle and you push him forward.

The pair of you let out the deepest sigh you had ever muttered. He feels absolutely divine and you think maybe he had hidden that he was a deity all these years because GOD did nothing compare to the feeling of his tongue lapping you up.

Your fingers pulse in his hair and you buck into his face, rolling your eyes back at the excited moan that pulls from him, the stronger burn of his stubble between your thighs.

Roman reaches his hands around your thighs, grabbing fistfuls of your body, pulling you closer to him and grounding your increasingly shaking legs.

He is quickly lost in the euphoria of your pure, heavenly taste but remains aware of your gasps and tremors when he does something you thoroughly enjoy.

The feeling of his tongue, lips, and just the right amount of teeth is growing to be almost too much for you. Your body wants to let go but your brain, or maybe even your heart, knows you wanted your first orgasm to be with all of him.

“Ro—Ro”, you stutter out, voice hoarse and shaky.

“I…”, you try again.

He slows down, going for long, languid licks.

“Yes, darling?” He asks and has the audacity to look up at you. His cheeks shining with your arousal, the sight so fucking beautiful you wanted to sear the image in your mind.

The words are stolen from you as he holds your eyes and leans to ever so lightly bite down on your clit.

You feel the warmth rush over you, and you desperately pull him away by his hair.

Roman looks at you curiously, examining your heaving body and eyes that are squeezed shut.

He brings his hand your core and teases small circles around it as he stands.

“You want me, don’t you Y/N?”

It is the first time he uses your name and you shiver, feeling something carnal at the sound of it falling from his lips.

You open your eyes but close them again as you give into every screaming impulse and desire inside you and jump onto him, smashing your lips against his, exploring the taste of his mouth that had been on you just moments ago.

He holds you tight, squeezing bruises into your hips as he grinds his clothed cock into you. The wetness of your core making you feel so close.

You pull back, breathing heavily, feeling a small string of saliva reach from his lips to yours.

“Fuck me, Roman. Please.” You get down.

“Please” you pull his underwear roughly off of him, making his cock spring free.

“Please,” you walk back until your back hits the edge of the table as he steps out of his boxers with ease and follows you.

“Please. Fucking. Fuck. Me.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into another rough kiss as you feel him rubbing himself against you.

You push your foreheads together as he guides himself fully deep inside you. Neither of you can move, not even breathe at the blissful, complete feeling of finally being together.

Roman pulls back to look at you, and you meet his eyes. Something is hidden behind both of yours, trying to peak out.

“I’m not going to go easy.” He says, still buried deep inside you as you both try foolishly to adjust to the feeling of one another.

You smile, “I don’t want you to.”

Roman chuckles before pulling out of you almost entirely then slamming back into you. The table already hitting against the wall and groaning.

Your back arches and you throw your head back as you dig your nails into his shoulder.

You feel a hand slide beneath your back and then hard, relentless pounding. He is driving into you with full force, slamming the table over and over into the wall, and making your body shake like a rag doll with your screams.

His grunts match yours in power, and you know he is giving it all. It is all so much you know you can only last a few minutes, if that.

Roman picks up on your shallow increased breathing and starts rolling his hips as he fucks into you. You bite down on your lip before giving up and began chanting his name interspersed with barely pronounced curses. Your brain empty of anything aside from him.

You feel the pressure, the electricity and you know you weren’t going to last long.

“Roman! I’m…”

You try to speak but the moment you do, he lifts your body so he hits a different angle, dragging his cock along your walls with each thrust.

“Fucking come for me, darling.” He bites out, the panting somehow spurring you even further.

“Oh god!” You scream out as he picks up the speed fucking you faster and faster. He thrusts a hand into your hair and pulls, pulling your body taut and you feel the white spots of the blinding pain and suddenly he is pulsing inside you and you let go.

Gushing over and over around him. Screaming until your mouth lays open with no sound. Your body stiff as it lets out everything it had been holding in all these years.

You come back down with small feelings. The air filling your lungs, the satisfied fullness of him resting inside you, and the light touches across your back as he watches your journey.

You blush before you even open your eyes, feeling his intense stare trained on you.

He chuckles above you, the sound light and airy. Something you hadn’t heard in a long time.

You pop an eye open to look at him, with loving humor clear as day.

“What’s so funny, Sionis?”

Roman chuckles once more as he pulled out of you quickly, taking all your breath and forcing your eyes to shut once more.

“It’s Sionis now?”, the pride evident in his voice even if you can’t see it.

You move to support yourself and huff playfully.

“Laugh at me while I’m utterly fucked out and yeah, it’s Sionis.”

In a moment of bravery, or perhaps simply riding the high of your orgasm, you pull him in for a kiss. This one just as passionate but less rough.

Your fingers wind once more in his hair, but with a hint of affection and though you would deny it, yearning.

Roman eventually pulls back slowly, just enough to separate your lips. He places his hand around your throat but then moves to caress your cheek.

Unsure and surprised you force yourself to meet his eyes.

All the harshness and apathy you had grown to expect was gone. It’s like looking into the young Roman you fell in love with all those years before.

You two just stare at each other. Him seemingly just as surprised as you.

You open your mouth to break the silence but gasp when he lightly brushes his lips against yours. You realize you didn’t need words. You two never really did.

After the kiss slows you pull back. Knowing you have to say something, afraid this moment was just a result of the afterglow.

Once more, you open your mouth but Roman brings his finger to your lips.

“Can we finally stop this silly game? Chasing each other around?”, he asks.

You smile, “I’d like that.”

He grins back at you, so full and bright once more you know it would be your goal to see that smile every day.

You stand on shaky legs and lean up, pressing your lips against his, breathing deep, but nipping just a bit at the end. Your pulse quickening again as you feel your shared juices dripping down your legs.

“Roman?”, you murmur against his chest.

“Shall we move to the kitchen?”