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On most nights unspooling her disguise for a score was as simple as shedding her wig of choice and wiping off her makeup or squirming out of her catsuit. Straightforward jobs, quickly getting in and out with the bit of information or bag of glittery goods that she had managed to snatch.
There were other scores though. Jobs that required more than a pair of doe eyes or nimble fingers. Those nights took more than crashing in her bed. A bit more effort to unwind.
As she unlocked the door to her apartment, she could already feel that it was going to be one of those nights. She hadn’t much liked the part she had played. Air-headed and nouveau riche, easily impressed by all the old money men at the party she had attended. Felt a bit too much like stepping into old haunts, dependent on what the creeps at the Iceberg Lounge gave her until she managed to get her own money, enough to start fresh.
Sighing, she kicked off her heels, and got rid of the princess Diana getup she had wriggled into for the night, pearls and little black dress, cute bob of a wig. As she rolled her neck to loosen up the tension of the night, her cats twined around her still stockinged ankles and she shooed them off to get away from the claws and went to find clothes she was less cautious with before feeding her furry charges and laying herself out on the bed.
As she contemplated running a bath to unwind, she went through the events of the night. Scoffing at the arrogance of the guests and how out of touch they felt, she couldn’t stop snagging on the memory of bumping into Bruce Wayne at the party. He had seemed far more at ease when talking to her than he did on the stage where he urged Gotham’s wealthy families to donate to the fundraising efforts of the event.
At ease enough that he stared at her so intently that it was all Selina could do to hold onto her chosen persona. He had looked for all intents and purposes like he wanted to be balls deep inside her in a backroom somewhere. Most rich men who stared that openly acted on it in her experience. And yet, he hadn’t tried to. He hadn't even attempted to touch her with his elegant, long fingered hands.
He had a good face for a recluse. Handsome in that kind of bloodless, angular way that good looking rich people always seemed to be. Vampyric.
And Selina had always liked vampire stories. At least vampires were interesting. Regular rich people rarely were in her experience.
Bruce Wayne had such tuggable hair too, thick and dark, and morose eyebrows that somehow managed to make him look young and ancient at the same time, wounded puppy and arrogant asshole all at once.
She shifted restlessly on the bed. It felt strange to think of anyone’s attractiveness in more than just a fleeting way. For months no one but V had qualified for more than abstract appreciation. Especially since she had started having sex with him and knew what it felt like having his hands holding her down as he fucked her, hot, growls low against her ear.
Flushing as her idle thoughts about Wayne intermingled with her very real memories of her encounters with V, she thumbed at her nipple, shivering, feeling the way her entire body was coming alive after the stress of the party.
An orgasm was not a bad way to release the tension of keeping up appearances all evening. It was almost alarmingly easy to imagine Wayne get on his knees between her spread legs and press his lips to her thighs while she played with his hair. Making sure the rich boy had something useful to do. Giving rather than taking for once.
Her free hand slipped into her sleep shorts, ghosting her fingers across her underwear, teasing herself a little. V liked that, stringing her along until she was gagging for his tongue, pressing his face between her legs, breathing her in. She wondered what Wayne would be like. The way he had stared at her made him look like he wanted to devour her.
Pretty blue eyes, like V.
The thought sprang into her mind unbidden. V’s arms encircling her upper body as Wayne worked between her thighs, dragging her tight against his chest, pulling at her leg to give the prince of Gotham better access to her cunt.
She flinched a little guiltily at the fantasy. V made it very clear in both words and actions that he did not like the thought of anyone else touching her. More often than not, he would mutter mine over and over against her skin when they fucked or made her scream to high heaven that she was his before he let her come on his cock.
Perhaps he wouldn’t mind if he got to run the show. Selina’s hand wriggled into her underwear, stroking herself open, shuddering at the pleasure as she dragged the slickness out, easing the way of her fingers as she began rubbing at her clit in earnest, sparks shooting up her limbs.
V had gotten so good at eating her out. He could tell Wayne how she liked it, instruct him while he played with her tits. Broad licks at first to wake her body up, make her nice and relaxed, the focused attention following after, tonguing and sucking at her clit, fingers stretching her open, getting her ready to take his dick. She imagined V’s low, raspy voice doling out orders.
She frowned as she spread her fingers in a v-shape, pressing down along the swollen lips of her cunt, sighing at the rush of pleasure. That didn’t seem right. Wayne seemed restrained, not submissive. He didn’t feel like the type of rich boy who just wanted a spanking from nanny, the kind who would let someone else dictate how to have sex.
V would never let Wayne fuck her though. Her pussy was for his cock alone, no one else allowed inside or to come in her. The thought of V’s possessiveness lit her up. As much as she opposed it on principle, in the bedroom it was something else entirely, loving it when he made her feel small and dainty, the way he was so good at making a mess of her until she could do nothing but cling to him, reedy whimpers urging him on to make them both come.
Perhaps V would let her blow Wayne while he rutted between her legs, pushing her mouth further onto Wayne’s dick with the force of his movements.
“Oh,” she moaned, fingers stuttering on her clit at the rush of lust that image created, and then pressed harder as she chased it – Wayne cradling the back of her head as he made her suck his cock, steadying her as V thrust into her from behind, hands tight on her hips. Both of them crooning praise as they took pleasure from her body. Neither one of them letting up, they’d not want to leave her alone or catch a break, making her come over and over again until she was spooled out and weak from pleasure. “…Shit.”
She clenched down on nothing, her whole body shuddering, and Selina whined, desperately needing what her mind was showing her. Wanting to taste and touch, wanting to be filled.
Sitting up in a daze, she fumbled for her bedside drawer in a search for one of the vibrators she kept there. God, she should have called V to help her unwind. If only he didn’t get so snippy when he met up with her after she’d pulled a nice score. She wanted him bad, heart pounding hard enough that she could taste iron in her mouth.
“You’ve started without me.”
She nearly flew off the bed at the shock of the voice coming from the door to her bedroom, slick fingers scrabbling for her bedside lamp as she got into a fighting stance and raised it aloft.
The change in the angle of the light caught on the metallic buckles of V’s suit, lit up the brutal angles and curves of his armored body.
“Jesus, V.”
“Sorry,” he muttered, not sounding the least bit apologetic as he moved deeper into the room, closer to her and rather than settle down, Selina’s heart kept pounding at his proximity, heat flaring between her thighs. “I tried to make sure I was being noisy, but you must have been too… preoccupied.”
He didn’t exactly sound suggestive, that was far too pedestrian a seduction technique for V to indulge in. However, there was no doubt about his train of thought as his gaze dragged across her body, pervert, he'd probably been watching for a while. All at once Selina felt painfully aware of how wet she had managed to get herself, underwear clinging to her pussy in a way that made her want to squirm.
“What about it?” She said instead, jutting her chin out at him as she let the lamp drop back onto the bedside table with a heavy metallic clonk, and V’s lips twitched.
“Nothing,” he shrugged, pulling at his gloves, unhurried but purposeful all at once as he threw them onto the bed and her heart started racing further still as it became obvious he was going to pick up where she had left off.
As soon as he leaned in to press his lips against hers, Selina couldn’t help but sling her arm around his neck, pulling herself even closer to him and moaning as he licked into her mouth, letting go of the hot breath in his lungs.
She tried to use her free hand to steady herself against V’s chest, but he tugged it upwards, pressing it against his face. Selina inhaled sharply as she realized he was tasting her, catching her scent before he reached between her legs and cupped his palm over her crotch. It was not quite the pressure she needed, but enough to bring everything that had come before back to the surface in a rush, making her tremble from head to toe.
“You’re burning up here, do you need something?” He muttered, sounding a little hesitant as he continued, taunting her. “Huh, naughty girl?”
“Masturbating and wanting to have sex is not the same thing,” she gasped against his mouth, feeling as though she should make some show of protest to his apparent assumption that he didn’t need to do anything else than walk into her bedroom and she’d lay back and spread her legs for him.
Even though she was ready for it. Wet and eager. All he’d need to do is open his pants and pull down her shorts and she’d be able take his cock in an instant. So wired that she would probably come a few thrusts in, squeezing tight around him.
“So you don’t want to have sex?” He muttered, lips curving into a not altogether pleasant smirk as she rolled her hips to meet the friction from his palm when he pressed it harder against her cunt, wincing as the silky material of her panties dragged against her sensitive clit.
“I didn’t say that, just…” she cut herself off with a whimper. “…Oh God.”
“I’ll ask next time,” he half chuckled, half grunted, and then grabbed a hold of the back of her thigh, giving it a firm jerk to send her sprawling to her back in the sheets, wasting no time in crawling on top of her, and his cape draped around both of them.
Her breath skittered as he boxed her in, his hips forcing her legs to spread wide for him, free hand fisting in her tank top, drawing the fabric tight across her tits, his eyes drawn to the way her nipples poked through the fabric before he looked at her face.
“What were you thinking about?” He murmured, the intensity of his gaze holding her in place as efficiently as the bulk of his much larger body did.
Reaching up, she cupped his chin in her hand and stroked her thumb across his mouth. His eyes softened a little under all the headiness when she caught his gaze, and Selina felt herself blush as her mind circled back through the scenarios that she had crafted with her hand between her legs. The phantom of Bruce Wayne playing on the edge of her awareness.
They didn’t matter now; she’d save them for later when V and his lovely blue were not there. She frowned a little, fingering the curve of the brow in his cowl, something niggling in the back of her mind.
Then V’s palm flattened across her breasts, fingers pinching her nipple as though to prompt her, and the thoughts skittered away, her body arching against his.
“You, baby,” she whispered, pulling him down for a fresh kiss. “Just you.”