Copyright 2017 Matt Nicholson. All rights reserved.
Disclaimer - Fair warning, folks, these characters work hard, so in my mind they play harder. If heavy fantasy BDSM focused on boobs and mixed thoroughly with rough sex isn't your thing, you might want to go find a different story about Batman and Catwoman. On the other hand, if you enjoy such things, read on. Either way, I'd love to hear what you think. Best! ~Matt~
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The only thing that hinted Bruce Wayne just had a nightmare was the butterfly flicker of his eyelash on the smooth, upper curve of his 'pillow' just before he opened his eyes. In the dream, he'd lost his fortune and had been relegated to digging ditches, construction, flipping burgers or some such. What he'd actually been laboring at had been hazy. Instead of being curled against a beautiful woman in Wayne Manor, he'd trudged in from his labors to a dingy apartment filled with dirty, screaming children and a plain woman in curlers dressed in an open Wal-mart bathrobe showing far more sagging body than he cared to see.
He had those dreams occasionally, though not as often as the darker ones -- the ones that came from dealing with the special people he came across during his nightly activities. He reminded himself it was just a dream by glancing past the splendid, naked curve of his pillow, across her delicate neckline, up to her lovely face.
Selina Kyle had been sleeping soundly. With her fingers curled lightly in his hair, she clutched him against the soft cushion of her breast. Still, she
was
Catwoman, so even the slight movement of his lashes stirred her to consciousness. She always slept the way he did, with one eye open, if only figuratively. Even so, he knew she'd be ready, even eager, to play, foggy from sleep or not.
Not only was she beautiful and graceful, she was skilled in every sense, quick with intelligent conversation, and she always had a pleasant surprise or two up her sleeve -- especially in bed. If it weren't for their conflicting lines of work, and the uncomfortable fact that they often crossed differing paths, he would have considered marrying her. As it was, marriage wasn't something that would have worked well for either of them.
They lay together, his chest pressed against her right side, his stomach nestled against the curve of her hip. Her breath came and went, making his graying chest hair brush against her skin with each breath. His arm lay across her belly and his palm cupped her left breast in a sleepy grasp, his fingers resting lightly on its tip. His mouth was open just enough to guarding her thick, wet nipple with its lips. His breath teased in and out, cooling the moist nub so it and her dark areola stayed tight and hard.
Selina ignored the new red welts on the white of her breast that came from his nightmare clutching. They'd both left marks far worse on each other before. She dropped her fingers from his hair to caress his cheek. Her voice was quiet, soft, soothing. "Nightmare?"
He slid his lips together around her nipple and started sucking. As he traced a finger lightly down one of the red marks, his memory of the nightmare faded. He slid his hand gently over the inner curve of her left breast and back up the inner curve of her right, marveling at how silky smooth and pristine white her skin still was -- far different than his battle-scarred chest. He lifted his face for a moment, casually moving his palm in a lazy circle across the stiff flesh under his cheek, wiping the wetness he'd left in sleep away -- as if he thought she wouldn't notice that he drooled.
She smiled and kissed the top of his head, letting him change the subject from his dreams with his touch. Her voice turned husky. "Then... good morning, love."
His face settled back into the comfort of her breast and he parted his lips so her nipple again pressed between them. He closed his teeth, deliberately pinching a thick fold of areola, trapping it for his lips and tongue. He responded unintelligibly to her question around the mouthful, then began sucking and lightly biting the captured nub and thick wrinkles around it, letting the feel of her supple flesh in his mouth tease him into another erection as much as he teased her into wanting it.
She gasped when his right hand trailed up the inside of her thigh and parted her moist pussy lips. Just as one of his fingertips found the bud of her clitoris, he reached around from behind her neck and tweaked her left nipple. Biting a little harder, he sucked even more. Pain thrilled through her chest, making her gasp. Pleased with her moaning response, he redoubled his teasing. In response, she spread her thighs and pressed her chest up against his face, inviting more of everything.
He slid one finger into her tight, wetness, and then a second, pushing them deep into her. As he began stroking inside her, he pinned her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. The hand buried perfectly between her legs stroked inside and out while the other squeezed and twisted her left breast. When she began rolling her hips, he snagged the base of her nipple between his thumb and fingernails and pinched hard at the same time that he rolled his teeth together. Both her nipples' tender flesh bruised, but didn't quite break.
Selina's teeth snapped together as she drew a long hissing breath. Her throaty, "Oh, yes!" brought another smile to his lips. Her words had little to do with the pain -- at least in a bad way. Instead, it had everything to do with wanting more.
She started grinding herself against him, pressing his hand harder so his fingers drove deeper into her and his thumb crushed her clit. Her fingers curled tighter into his hair, encouraging him. Her other hand found his swollen, throbbing cock and clenched it. It seemed to him as if her responses weren't so much designed to entice him, but rather to just hang on. He could hear her breathing rasp and feel her heart hammer in her chest.
His cock stiffened almost painfully, and a tingling wave of pleasure ran up its length. A drop of moisture split the small slit at its tip. She spread it around his glans with the pad of her thumb. He closed his eyes as she rubbed the 'V', making it swell even more. He was just about to settle in when, without warning, she rolled over on top of him. By the time he realized what she had done, she'd straddled him and impaled her pussy on his tingling penis with a loud, wet slap. The warm, tight wetness made him gasp. The deliberate squeeze that followed almost sent him over the edge.
Once he'd caught his breath, he looked up at her heaving chest. Having settled into a sexy, slow grind, her breasts swayed as if beckoning him to attack. She was watching him, a slight smile curling the corners of her mouth. She lifted her left breast with a cupped hand, bent her head toward it, and drew a long, catlike lick up its tip. After teasing her nipple and areola hard with the tip of her tongue, she easily drew the berry-like nub between her moist lips. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she sucked hard and watched him watch her.
When she was certain she had his undivided attention, she set her pearly teeth firmly into the thick wrinkles at her nipple's base. The sight made Bruce's dick jump. Her smile told him she felt it move inside her -- that and the fact that she ground her pussy faster against him, clutching his cock even harder. A few seconds later, she closed her eyes and loudly sucked the trapped nub, stretching first her nipple, then her entire breast. His cock had started tingling, throbbing with a growing need to come. He tried to see to that need by thrusting, but she had him pinned.
Now that she had him under control, her hands dropped so the only thing holding her breast was her teeth biting her nipple. Then she started purring. Her right hand found her other breast and she began twisting that nipple, stretching and pulling. He thought about throwing her over, but she beat him to the punch by sliding her pussy up on him, then back down, finally addressing his aching desire. Her purr turned to a moan, and she pulled both nipples harder, grinding her teeth from side to side and imbedding her fingernails in the other ruddy areola. His breathing got faster as he watched, amazed as she tortured herself. She seemed to enjoy the pain even more than he enjoyed watching her cause it.
By then, she was fucking him hard, using his cock for her own evil pleasure. He wanted to close his eyes, to concentrate on the feel of her on him, but he couldn't bring himself to stop watching her bouncing breasts. Unable to hold back any longer, he tried to take a nipple for himself. Instead of letting him, Selina shoved him back down. Then, after a vicious jerk, she let go of her right nipple and let her left slowly grind from between her teeth until both breasts bobbled free.
Seeing him lick his lips at the sight of the livid teeth marks, she reached back and slid her fingers together behind her head, drawing the full mounds into tight, bulging, delicious treats tipped with hard nipples and meaty wrinkled areolas that screamed for his attention. Her eyes danced with mischief and lust as she gave him a sexy Mona Lisa smile and arched her back so her breasts beckoned to him like an offering. At the same time, she started back in with a slow, seductive roll, slowing the tempo, working his cock with her pussy and pushing her soft ass down on his hips.
Unable to resist any longer, he went for a nipple. She shoved him back down. Then, tickled at his frustration, she shimmied her shoulders, provoking him even more with their wild bouncing. Her voice sounded hoarse, quiet, and hungry. "Go ahead, spank them."
Most of his other lady friends preferred a more garden-variety type of schoolgirl spanking. Knowing 'garden variety' was nowhere in Selina's vocabulary, he didn't hesitate to pick a spot. Having battled her under different circumstances, he knew she could take a blow. Remembering the sexy purring sound she made the first time he ever hit her, he swung and open hand. Her breasts soft flesh molded to his palm for an instant as the loud slapping sound echoed through the room.
It bounced hard, partially flattening against the other breast; then both rebounded from the blow. She gasped. Her rolling grind became more desperate as her pussy squeezed his cock tighter. He slapped the same breast again -- harder. "God, yes! Beat them, Bruce!"
She let him slap her breasts until they were covered in brilliant red handprints and his cock had started an insistent tingling. Then she bent over so they swayed above his face and her nipples brushed his lips. He pushed himself up on his elbows and snapped at the nearest tip with his gaping mouth. This time she let him catch it.
As his teeth sunk in, she wrapped her fingers in the hair above his neck and eagerly pulled his face into her breast. He sucked the whole of its tip into his mouth. Then, trapping it with a bruising bite into her areola's outer edge, he rolled his tongue around the hot flesh. Keeping it sucked deep, he shifted a little and bit her again, then again. Soon, he was chewing and sucking voraciously, enjoying the feel of the meaty flesh in his mouth while Selina hissed and moaned in delight.
When a particularly hard bite broke her rhythm, he stopped biting and let her recover while he sucked, soothed, and tapped the tip of her nipple with the tip of his tongue. When she settled back into her quiet moan, he grabbed her ass with his right hand, closed his fingers into the soft flesh, and used it as counter pressure to the grinding roll of his hips.
