SON OF BATMAN

She swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together reflexively as her body warmed under his gaze. She didn't dare move. The tension between them was unbearable, the air thick and heavy with expectation.

Yvonne's smile returned, faint but unwavering, as though she were silently inviting him to do whatever he wanted with her. She wanted this, wanted him to take her, to use her, to remind her in every possible way that she was his.

Damian's black eyes bore into hers, unblinking, unyielding. The playful smile on Yvonne's lips faltered as the tension thickened, and her breath caught in her throat.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the fire crackling softly in the hearth and the faint rush of her own blood in her ears. Then, finally, his deep, commanding voice broke the silence.

"Off."

The single word was cold, clipped, and absolute. It wasn't a request, it was an order, sharp enough to make Yvonne's body jolt into motion before she'd even processed it.

She scrambled up onto her knees, her hands flying to the zipper of her leather pants in a blur. Her fingers fumbled for only a moment before she tugged it down, peeling the tight material from her thighs with urgency.

The pants clung to her skin stubbornly, but she yanked them down with quick, frantic movements, the soft creak of leather punctuating the silence of the room.

As the pants slid to her knees, she leaned back to pull them off completely, kicking her legs free one at a time.

The motion caused her high-heeled pumps to slip from her feet. One tumbled onto the bed, the other hitting the floor with a sharp clatter, forgotten as she hurried to bare herself to him. The pants joined her shoes in a discarded heap, but she didn't stop to tidy them or catch her breath. Her hands were already reaching for the hem of her fitted turtleneck.

She grabbed the fabric and pulled it up over her head in one swift motion, her golden hair spilling free, tumbling over her bare shoulders.

The turtleneck joined the growing pile of discarded clothing at the foot of the bed, revealing the smooth, golden olive skin of Yvonne's torso. Her chest heaved with every breath, her full, round breasts straining against the thin black lace of her bra, the fabric doing little to contain the soft, bountiful mounds beneath.

Her fingers moved to the clasp without hesitation, and with a soft, deliberate click, she unhooked it. The straps slid off her shoulders, the lace falling away to expose her naked flesh, her breasts spilling free in all their perfect, voluptuous glory.

Her breasts were magnificent, large and high, full and firm, their natural weight making them sway slightly as she moved. Her nipples, dusky pink and peaked, stood stiff and inviting, hardened by both the cool air brushing against her skin and the raw intensity of Damian's unrelenting gaze. The dark contrast of her areolas against her olive complexion only made her more striking, her body begging to be touched, worshipped.

She tossed the bra aside carelessly, as if eager to shed anything that separated her from him, her fingers already moving to the last piece of clothing clinging to her body.

Her black panties sat low on her hips, framing the soft swell of her lower belly and the curve of her thighs. Sliding her thumbs beneath the waistband, Yvonne tugged them down, slow at first, the fabric catching faintly on the roundness of her hips before gliding lower.

The motion revealed the gentle dip of her waist, the flat, toned expanse of her stomach, and the soft shadow of her neatly shaved mound. She didn't stop, pulling the lace lower still, exposing the apex of her thighs, the slick warmth between her legs glistening faintly in the firelight.

With one final tug, she slipped the panties down her long, shapely legs, revealing every inch of her bare skin. Her ass was full and round, the kind that begged to be grabbed, marked, claimed, and her thighs were smooth and firm, their subtle curve tapering into long, elegant legs.

She kicked the panties free and tossed them aside with no thought, her naked body now fully exposed, utterly bare before him.

She knelt there on the bed for a moment, her body glowing in the firelight. Her golden skin seemed to shimmer, her curves so lush and inviting that they looked sculpted by a master's hand.

The heat in the room seemed to cling to her, beads of sweat forming along the valley of her breasts, her stomach, and the soft curve of her hips. Yvonne's sapphire eyes burned with a mix of excitement and submission as she knelt before Damian, her body completely offered to him, ready for him to take her in every way he desired.

Damian hadn't moved a muscle. He stood at the edge of the bed, his black eyes fixed on her with the same impassive intensity as before, watching her as though he had all the time in the world. His silence wasn't passive though, it was commanding, heavy, and Yvonne felt its weight settle over her as she knelt there, bare and trembling. She wasn't cold; the heat from the fire licked at her skin, but her body shivered all the same.

She sat back slightly, her legs folding beneath her, her knees brushing against the soft bedspread. Her golden hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her flushed, beautiful face and the soft lines of her collarbones.

Her chest rose and fell quickly, her nipples peaked and sensitive, her skin glowing with the faint sheen of sweat. The olive warmth of her complexion seemed to glow in the firelight, accentuating the soft curves of her waist and the flare of her hips.

Damian's gaze lowered, dragging down her body with deliberate slowness. He took in the fullness of her bountiful breasts, the taut line of her stomach, the smooth expanse of her thighs. His eyes lingered on her hips and the round, plump curve of her ass, still faintly red from where his hands had gripped her through the leather of her pants.

She felt his gaze as though it were a physical touch, caressing her skin and claiming her without a single word.

She was breathtaking, her Mediterranean heritage written in every curve, every angle of her body, from the olive glow of her skin to the natural elegance of her posture, to the golden tumble of her hair. Damian took it all in, his dark eyes unmoving as he absorbed the sight before him.

Yvonne felt her stomach tighten, her thighs pressing together as his silence stretched out, unbroken. The calm control in his gaze made her feel more exposed than any spoken words ever could.

Her sapphire eyes flicked up to meet his, and for a moment, the weight of his stare nearly overwhelmed her. She swallowed hard, her lips parting as though she wanted to say something, but no words came. Instead, she stayed perfectly still, waiting, her body trembling faintly as she knelt before him like an offering.

Yvonne knelt in the center of the bed, completely bare, her olive-toned skin glowing in the firelight. Her golden hair spilled around her shoulders, framing her flushed face and sapphire eyes. Her bountiful breasts rose and fell with every shallow breath, her dusky nipples taut and aching from the chill of the room, or perhaps from the heat radiating off the man who stood at the edge of the bed.

Her thighs shifted slightly, pressing together as she felt the growing pulse between them, her pussy already wet and eager. She didn't care that she was trembling; it wasn't fear. It was anticipation.

Damian's black eyes burned into hers, heavy and unyielding, his presence dominating the space around them. He hadn't moved. He simply stood there, tall and imposing, his gaze dragging over her naked body like a physical touch. His silence was louder than anything he could have said. It wasn't admiration in his eyes, it was ownership. She wasn't just a woman before him. She was his.

Yvonne swallowed hard, her lips parting as she sucked in a shaky breath. Slowly, deliberately, she began to move. Leaning forward, she flattened her palms against the bedspread, her fingers curling into the fabric as she crawled toward him. Her knees glided over the soft surface, her body moving with a languid, almost feline grace. Her bountiful breasts swayed with every motion, the supple curves of her ass tilting upward as her hips rolled sensually.

Her sapphire eyes never left his as she reached the edge of the bed, her naked body glowing in the warm light. When she reached him, she knelt again, her hands coming up to touch him. Her fingers found the open edges of his coat, the heavy black fabric cool beneath her palms. She didn't have to tug hard, Damian made no move to stop her. The coat slid from his shoulders with ease, falling behind him and pooling on the floor in a dark heap.

Her eyes roamed over him now, taking in the way his shirt clung to his muscular frame. The skin-tight black fabric outlined every ridge of his chest, every carved line of his abs, his body an unyielding mass of strength and power. Yvonne's fingers moved to the hem of his shirt, brushing against the hard ridges of his lower stomach. Her breath hitched as her palms flattened against his body, and she began lifting the fabric. Inch by inch, she peeled it away, revealing the bronzed, scarred perfection of his torso.

His chest was broad, his abs taut and ridged, his muscles carved like marble. Scars crisscrossed his skin, pale and jagged, each one telling a story she didn't need to hear to understand. Her fingers traced the raised edges of one scar just below his ribs, her touch reverent, as though she were handling something sacred.

She dropped the shirt behind him, her hands immediately returning to his bare chest. "You're so fucking perfect," she murmured, her voice breathless as her palms smoothed over the hard planes of his chest. Her nipples brushed faintly against his stomach as she leaned in closer, her golden hair spilling forward to brush against his skin. Her lips followed her hands, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against the warmth of his body.

Yvonne kissed him everywhere, her tongue flicking out to taste him as she moved. His skin was warm, salty, and rough where his scars interrupted the smoothness. She licked along the hard ridges of his abs, her tongue tracing the deep grooves between each muscle. Her hands slid to his waist, gripping him firmly as she let her mouth linger just above his navel.

"So perfect," she whispered, her voice trembling with awe and desire. She kissed her way back up, her tongue darting out to tease the hollow of his throat. Her lips found one of the scars across his chest, and she nipped at it gently before soothing the mark with her tongue. Her kisses became hungrier, wetter, her mouth claiming every inch of him as though she couldn't get enough.

Her hands slid behind him, tracing the hard muscles of his back, her nails scraping faintly against his skin. She pressed herself closer, her full milky breasts flattening against his chest, her hardened nipples brushing against his warmth. Her lips trailed along his collarbone, then up his neck, until she reached his jaw. She nipped at him there, her teeth grazing his skin, before her lips found his ear.

Yvonne's breath was hot against his ear, her voice soft but trembling with need. "Use me, Damian," she whispered. "Use me and Let it all out. Let everything out."

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into the hard muscles there. She pressed her lips to his ear, kissing the lobe softly before pulling back just enough to whisper again, her voice breaking with emotion.

"I want it. I want you. All of you, So…Don't hold anything back and let it all out."

"I'm yours, Damian. Always. So…Use me."