Rich Kid with Issues
Delayed Gratification
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Part Eight: Delayed Gratification
After their bath, they had made love languidly. In between kisses, Bruce had informed Diana that even though they were in his bedroom and not on the battlefield, his rules still applied. With murmured commands, he had guided her into different positions while skillfully building up the tension within her. Although she had had to restrain her natural urge to dominate him, she had found that her efforts were well rewarded.
Finally, the busy evening, the champagne, the bath and the sex had taken their toll on Bruce. Now he was asleep, his body curled protectively around Diana's.
Diana, however, was awake. One question had been on her mind ever since she had found the package on her kitchen counter. She realized that she couldn't wait until morning for the answer. She had to know.
“Bruce?” she whispered.
“Mmmm?”
“What made you change your mind about us?”
He shifted his position, rolling onto his back. “A friend.”
“Which friend?”
“It doesn't matter. Go back to sleep.” He closed his eyes.
She persisted, “Was it J'onn? Did he tell you –”
He feigned sleep.
“Bruce! Who was it?”
He continued to ignore her and pretended to snore – not very well, in Diana's opinion.
“Bruuuuce,” she crooned, running her hand down his chest, toward his groin. “Won't you tell me?”
His eyes remained closed but his body began to react to her touch.
“Please?” She draped her body across his and began to kiss him lightly. “Pretty please?”
He said nothing.
Suddenly, though, she found herself underneath him. His kisses were hard, invasive and she wondered if he could have somehow acquired an extra pair of hands, they were moving so quickly over her body.
He broke the kiss and stared directly into her eyes. His own were fierce and his voice, though silken, had a hint of menace: “You should have let sleeping bats lie.” And he resumed his attack on her body: kissing, stroking, fondling, probing, all with a desperate energy.
Seeing Bruce so passionate aroused Diana. Soon her racing pulse matched his own. By the time he entered her in one deep thrust, she was ready. Each hard stroke brought her closer to orgasm, and closer…
Until he stopped, pulling out until he was barely parting her folds.
Her eyes, which had been half-closed, now snapped open. “What's wrong?”
“Remember my rules.”
She bucked her hips under him, straining but he was implacable.
“You're supposed to do exactly as I say, Princess. And I want you to tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“I didn't hear that. What did you say you wanted?”
“I want you to love me.” Enjoying the game, she struggled beneath him – but not too strongly.
“I know,” he replied casually. “But what do you want right now?”
“I want you to make love to me.” She cleared her throat. “Please?”
“As you wish.” He set a slow pace at first, and then quickened it when she wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him deeper. The pressure rose within her and she moaned.
And he stopped again.
“Bruce!” she cried in frustration. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I can.” Because you'll let me.
He disengaged himself and slid his hands underneath her bottom. “Turn over.” He guided her onto her hands and knees, covering her body with his own and pausing at her entrance.
She gasped at his touch against her sensitive skin. “Please?”
“Please what?” A low chuckle escaped his throat as he reached around to stroke her clitoris, and she quivered against him.
“Please continue. And don't stop this time.”
He removed his hand. “Was that an order, Princess?”
Despite her need, she had to smile, “Just a friendly suggestion.”
“All right, then.” He began to thrust again while stimulating her with his hand. She met his strokes with steady contractions and their breathing grew ragged. And this time he didn't stop until her groans matched his own.