The Belonging

A Taste Of Our Fairytale

Bane sepetated from her to catch his breath. The absence of mask made him feel the most powerless during moments like this. İf he still had it and only took it off to eat and kiss her he'd make her a lot happier and satisfied.

He knew he didn't satisfy her the last time, too focused on getting all he could from her. But he was determined to change that, to hear her moan louder and deeper.

A sigh escaped his already swollen lips at the thought of it. And he promised, to the small trace of hope she blossomed in him, that when he gets the mask back he'll fuck her deeper and for longer. He'll make her the happiest young woman on earth.

But right now he was too distracted by her hair. He traced one of the thick braids on either side of her head with his hands, shooting an amused but questioning look.

"I wanted to look nice for you." She looked down at her feet, refusing to look back up despite Bane's stubborn thumb on her chin.

"You didn't need the braids to look nice."

"You don't like them?" She muttered more to herself than him before reaching to undo one of them by the makeshift hair ties that looked suspiciously similar to a part of her black hoodie that was missing at the moment.

Bane pushed her hand away as softly as he could while still inserting his determination to the motion.

"Keep them, kitten."

He loved the idea of her wanting to make herself pretty for him. That meant he was on her mind. Probably not as frequently as she was on his, as it was impossible, but still she thought about him. Maybe if wasn't such a torture for her to be here.

"You know..." She suddenly looked up at him. Her doe like eyes barely containing her excitement. "I have a kitten too."

Bane only let out a confused little grunt.

"Isn't that what you call me? Am I not your kitten? "

"You are, darling."

Her breath hitched at the word, before she collected herself. "Now I have one too."

Bane was lost on her words for a second before she explained. "But mine is a real cat." She giggled shyly, causing Bane to close his eyes slowly to carve the sound to his memory.

"I found her on the street. She doesn't have a family too so... we became friends. Her name's Snowball."

Bane took a mental note at the passing mention of her family to ask her about it at a later time. For now he went along with the mention of the cat. He could feel her starting to get less shy as they kept talking. Especially when she raised herself up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his wide neck.

"Such a creative name, my little kitten. Did it take you long to come up with it?" He smiled softly to make her understand it was a joke when she seemed upset for a second.

"I told her a lot about you." She whispered, relaxing her thin arched eyebrows she furrowed deeply only a moment earlier.

That was the last drop to over flow the glass for Bane. He couldn't help but kiss her again, picking her up from her waist to carry her to the bed as she wrapped her legs tightly around him. A yelp escaped her lips only to be replaced by giggles whispered into his ears like a prayer. She placed little kisses all along his neck as he moved one of his hands down to squeeze her ass.

He threw her on the mattress and was already peeling off her hoodie the next, feasting his eyes at the sight of her small perky breasts and erect nipples. He squeezed one in between his fingers, stealing from her just the kind of sound he wanted.

"Are you wet, kitten?" She nodded weakly, too busy biting down her lower lip to strain from letting out a moan.

The soft giggles and little kicks she gave him while being carried to the bed were long gone. That was a little girl. But the one lying here, with her cheeks already flushed from just her nipples being touched and her mouth already bruised from his kiss was a young woman that belonged entirely to Bane.

"Show me then. Show me how wet you are for me Minna."

She let out a little whine in protest but did as she was told. Her small hand disappeared in between her legs for a second, two fingers circled around her entrance to collect the wetness there.

When she was content with how much of it she gathered she brought her fingers to his eye sight.

Bane didn't know what turned him on more, knowing she desired him enough to get wet without his touch or seeing how obedient she was to his orders.

He gripped her thin wrist, inspecting her wet fingers. He took them into his mouth in a flash, sucking on them and tasting her. The moan he let out around her fingers sent a shiver down her spine.

He sucked on them long enough to show her how good she tasted before flicking his tongue against her fingertips to savour every last bit.

He let out her fingers out of his mouth suddenly when she started to roll her hips around nothing, her bottom lip trapped under her teeth and her other hand gripping the sheets at the sight of him tasting her so contently.

He raised an eyebrow at the side of her so lustful, "Do you want me inside?"

She nodded quickly.

"How much do you want it, kitten? Enough to work for it?"