Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 62

"I wonder how a sexy thief, like yourself, would fare up against the force of someone like me," Tom's voice was muffled again as he secured the mask back in place after having it off for most of the night.

"I think I could manage quite well," Fiona turned the lights off in the kitchen and met Tom in the hall leading to their bedroom. "In fact, you may be strong but you do have one weakness."

"I do, do I? Please enlighten me, won't you?"

"It's the same weakness every man has," she ran her sharp nails down his bare arm. "You let your guard down when a beautiful woman is around."

"Hmm?" Tom muttered as she maneuvered around his bulky body and into the bedroom, her heels echoed against the floorboards.

"Lock the door," she said, as he made his way into the bedroom. He turned the button around and turned to face her again. Kneeling on the bed she continued, "see, you instinctively obey me."

Tom let out a bellowing laugh at the simple command to an obvious action that he would have done without her influence.

"Get down here," Tom ordered in his Bane voice.

"No," she shook her head with a smirk and sat back on her heels.

"Cats don't belong on the furniture," he said sharply. He was unsure if she would meet him with more resistance since all of their animals had free range of the whole house.

Extending her legs, she seductively slinked off the bed and onto the floor. On her hands and knees she crawled in front of him and looked up.

"Now open your mouth," he rubbed the top of her head gently. Unable to resist, she parted her lips and waited. Quickly and one handedly, he opened his pants and let them fall to the floor. Still petting her hair, he pulled his cock from the boxers and rubbed it against her expectant lips. "Good kitty."

Fiona was an obedient kitten for a few moments, loving the taste of his cock. Looking up at him every so often to stare into his eyes as she took him deeper into her throat. As Tom bit his lip, relishing in her submissive role, Fiona stopped and pouted.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a daze, as his cock dropped from her grip.

"Nothing, I'm just done," she smiled, standing up in front of him.

"Oh, are you?" He ran his hand down the side of her slick leotard as she played with the straps of the vest.

She nodded.

"So you surrender then, yes?" His voice deep again, but still British rather than his movie accent.

"No, I -," but before she could clarify that she in fact was just getting started and wanted to prove she could dominate him after all, Tom spun her around and bent her over the tall bed. A moan escaped her lips as he pulled her hips to him, his wet dick rubbed against the black latex that covered her round ass.

"How much do I need to preserve this outfit?" Tom's nails clawed at the fabric.

"What do you mean?" She looked back to see him focused on her rear end.

"Can I rip it?" He asked, still not looking up. He squeezed her hips as he pressed his cock against her.

"Uh, I guess. Sure," she concluded.

His hands met around her ass to the center and then pulled the thin fabric from the seam effortlessly. Tom eagerly raised his hand and brought it down hard on her exposed ass. Letting out an involuntary yelp, Fiona quickly buried her face in a pillow to try and stop it from happening again.