𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞

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𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 you don't care for his little attitude, you still want to know what the rest of the night has in store for you. "Quit being a baby about stupid things and tell me." You huff, rolling your eyes. Which is something that definitely doesn't go unnoticed by Bruce; who doesn't like it at all.

He stands up and grabs your wrist, causing you to stumble forward towards him. "Watch it sweetheart,"

His arms snake around your waist, "or else that pretty little mouth of yours will be used for something else other than talking." He narrowed his eyes while his group on your waist tightens in a warning type way. Your eyes are wide as you stare up at him with parted lips.

Your words became stuck in your through at the sudden shift in tension. The whole room became damn near suffocating and you felt your skin burn in all of the places that he is touching. He leans down so that his mouth is right beside your ear, "Or maybe you want me to peel that robe off of you inch by inch and ravish you until you are a moaning and slobbering mess for me and can't even think on your own. Is that what you want, mommy?" He whispers.

At this point, you feel like you don't even have to speak. He already knows your answer, and he loves it. Fever breaks across your face at his lewd words, finding them degrading.

You can't even bring yourself to look at him.

One of his hands move from your waist and down to your ass, where it rests without moving. You know he is purposefully doing that, but there is nothing you can do; He already has complete control over you, both physically and mentally.

Bruce rolls his hips into yours, making sure you can feel the bulge in his boxers, which is basically the only thing that is restricting him from getting what he pleases. A moan slips pass your lips as you clench your thighs together, trying to get at least a little bit more friction. "Bruce please, I-I'm sorry just-" "How cute~," he cooed, "you're begging me for pleasure. When in reality, it should be the other way around."

No matter how much you try to deny it, this man has a strong hold on you. Both of you have realized it, but he is the only one who actually acts on the fact.

He picks you up with ease and you immediately wrap your legs around his waist for extra support while his hands rest on your ass. As he walks to the bedroom━︎ aka the place he is more than ready to please you for days in ━︎he keeps his eyes on you. Just silently loving how beautiful you are.

"I'd probably be dead by now if I didn't get to see this beautiful face of yours everyday." He admitted, half wishing he wasn't so truthful to you all of the time. Multiple thoughts ran through your mind as you processed his words, but most of all, you know he is telling you things without thinking.

You always have wondered why Bruce loves to compliment you twenty-four seven, but who are you to question a man of his nature? "Hasn't your mother ever told you to think before you speak? You can't always just say whatever is on your mind." You boldly stated, with an eye roll following after.

He chuckles to himself and lightly nudges the door open with his foot. The room is still as dark and beautiful as it was when you left it. "On." And with that one word, the lights in the room all came on at the same time. Leaving you a bit baffled, and also annoyed. "Is everything in this house so modern for absolutely no reason?" The annoyance was evident in your voice as you spoke. But he didn't mind at all. If anything, your anger is very much amusing to him.

"That's a cute way to put it." Bruce tosses you on the bed; bringing a gasp from your lips. The silks that make up the canopy part of the bed are still draped over it so all you can see is a dark figure standing there. You can't see much, but you can see his figure walking away to━︎ hopefully ━︎go and get something instead of just leaving you here.

A fake sound of boredom comes from you as you sprawl yourself out on the soft sheets.

"Bruce," you called out; drawling out his name to create exasperation, "are you just gonna leave me here all wet or are you going to give me what I want like a good boy?" You purposefully called him that because you know how much it bothers him and that is the type of reaction you want.

But even though you are acting all in control of the situation, you are far from it. And he lets you know that by turning off the few lights that were on in the room. You still have zero idea where he is at and you are starting to wonder whether or not he's doing all of this just to fuck with you.

Finally though, you can━︎ although barely ━︎see him coming into the space. His face isn't every visible but something in you is basically screaming that he has a mischievous look on his all too pretty face. "If a good boy is what you want, a good boy is what you will receive ma reine~" Without giving you any time to mumble out a flustered remark, he gets on top of you and begins peppering your neck and collarbone with kisses.

(Ma Reine: French for My Queen)

Your soft and slightly breathy moans begins to fill the room. And it all sounds like music to his ears. Music that he controls the volume and intensity of, and most definitely music that only he can hear. Which he knows pridefully.

The voice of the music is his after all.

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