Title: Plaything
Author: ElleKnowsNot
Fandom: The Dark Knight Rises
Pairing: Bane/OC
Rating: M, for sexual situations
Summary: He has no type, but he knows what he likes. His eyes move towards the outflow, and that's when he sees her.
Author's note: This is my second time writing for the Batman series. This time I wanted to write for Bane, he is such an amazingly versatile character. And Tom Hardy just…damn, he just does it for me.
Author's note#2: Alright so officially this is a Bane/Catwoman story but she is not in this chapter. She will arrive soon enough.
He does this nightly. He surveys the workers in the sewers, looking for his plaything. He has no type, but he knows what he likes. His eyes move towards the outflow, and that's when he sees her.
A sheepish young girl, curvaceous yet petite. She is staring into the water flow, lost in thought. She is cradling her arms against her chest, trying to hold in any warmth to her body. He studies her face. Her olive skin appears to glow in the fluorescent lights. Deep set chocolate eyes, full lips and a faint blush dusting across her cheeks. Her long hair is in tight kinky curls that cascade over one shoulder.
She unintentionally catches the attention of another worker who shoves debris into her hand. She is clueless as to what to do with it, but follows some other workers to see where to dump it. She makes her way to a separate area where workers are using power tools, too large for her hands. She attempts to help anyway, effectively getting the hang of a riveter.
He watches as she struggles to keep the heavy machinery afloat, but she is determined to work. Most of the kids here are like her. Orphans who found better work here than in normal society. She intrigues him infinitely.
He walks over to his mercenary and points to her. "Who is this?" He asks quietly but firmly.
Stewart casts his gaze over the workers and nods. "That is Ella. She is new, only here a few days but she is getting accustomed to life down here all the same. She believes in you." Stewart added with a smile, sly and underhanded.
"Ella," Bane sighs, her name rolling off his tongue like water in a stream. "Bring her to my quarters in the West Entrance near the outflows. We'll see how much she truly believes." Bane replied, before setting off for his small room.
Stewart nods and makes his way down to construction. He spots her struggling with the riveter again and taps her shoulder. She freezes and then notices Bane's mercenary behind her and regains her composure. "Yes, sir?" She barely speaks above a whisper over the sounds of power tools and strong water pressure.
"Bane would like to see you." Stewart instructs her to place down the riveter and follow him.
She tightens her coat around her body, following Stewart through different corridors before walking in a small yet accommodating room. She looks around to see not much is here. A desk with a lamp and computer, a full-size bed, and dirt floors.
She doesn't notice him in the room until he steps forward out of the shadows and nods for Stewart to leave. She hears the door open and close behind her, and visibly flinches when she hears the door slam against the frame. She tries to look at him once and shies away, keeping her gaze to the floor.
"Ella," Bane says her name and the word washes over her like ice-cold butter on hot pancakes. She looks up, surprised he knows her name.
"Yes, sir," she replies, her quiet tone easier to hear in the small space.
"Ella, I have a proposition for you, and I want you to seriously consider it before answering me. Do you understand?" Bane speaks softly and calmly, afraid to scare her away like a skittish deer.
She looks upon his face finally, taking in his commanding form and expressive azure eyes. She nods her understanding, audibly gulping as she listens to him.
"I would like to offer you accommodations in this room alongside me. You will do what I ask when I ask it of you. In exchange for you companionship, I will relieve you of your construction duties. Is that something you believe you can carry out?" Bane steps closer to her with every few words until he is in front of her, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.
She opens her mouth to speak but Bane shushes her, both hands coming to the sides of her head and gesturing to her brain in an attempt to make her think before she speaks. A few moments pass and her eyes fall over the mask on his face, jagged metal and tubing making every breath hiss and sound foreign, like something out of a creepy movie.
She shifts her eyes to his, sensing his growing impatience. "Yes, sir. I'm no good at construction, I'm puny next to some of these men. But…I could make good with you here," she shifts on her feet, trying to maintain composure, "and I think I am good company."
"Just good, you say?" Bane taunts her as he moves to sit on the bed, angled so that he leans towards her.
"Better than good, I'm capable of holding intelligent conversation. And I am young, you can mold me into what you want." She speaks with slight arrogance, it doesn't go unnoticed.
"Your mouth is very distracting, Ella," he tilts his head, studying her reaction, a mix of fear and confidence, "you should put it to better use than talking, I'm afraid." And with this he removes his jacket, reclining on the bed before gesturing for Ella to kneel in front of him. He places both hands behind his head, relaxing fully.
She does as she is told and kneels on the cold dirt floor, placing her hands on very powerful thighs. She moves her hands slowly up these thighs until they rest on his zipper. She unzips it slowly and pulls out his half-hard member. She marvels at the sheer size of it, its girth alone sends a shiver down her spine. But she remembers she was chosen by him, hand selected to be his toy. And she will comply.
She shyly pumps his cock a few times before leaning forward, her hot breath ghosting over his cock. He groans, shifting his hips to the edge of the bed, awaiting her mouth's entrance. She licks around the mushroom head twice and then descends on his cock. He hisses loudly and takes one hand and places it into her curls. He grabs a fistful of tight curls and proceeds to fuck her mouth slowly.
She relaxes her throat, taking every inch as he gives it to her. Within minutes, he is fucking her mouth properly, obscene sucking sounds filling the small space. Quickly, he releases her hair and pulls her up to a standing position. He disrobes her, fondling her breasts in earnest before letting his hands glide over her body.
A small, almost-flat tummy and then down to her apex. Completely hairless, he smiles inwardly wondering when she has the time to get waxed. He prefers a bit of hair there and doesn't hesitate to let her know.
"No more waxing, Ella. I want you to have a more womanly appearance while you are in my presence. Is that understood?" Bane asks, hands slowly caressing her bottom and thighs.
She nods her understanding and he continues to admire her body. He caresses the outer folds of her womanhood softly before one finger slips past them and into hot wet heat. She is aroused for him. Even as a monster, he can make a woman swoon. She moans loudly as he slips two fingers into her and rubs over the sweet bundle of nerves and instantly she climaxes, digging her fingers into his shoulders while her legs start to tremble. He keeps fingering her until her moans subside, her nectar painting his hands generously.
He wishes he could taste her at this moment, he expects her to taste sweet and fresh like cherries picked from the vine. He uses her sweet juices to coat his cock, lubing it up for her. He then lies her down on the bed, climbing atop her. Lifting her legs over his shoulder, he positions himself at her entrance and slowly plunges in.
Stars appear before his eyes as he is enveloped in tight white-hot heat. She moans loudly as she takes every inch of him, clenching her eyes shut tightly. He wants to see her eyes as he takes her.
"Open your eyes, Ella. I want to see your eyes," Bane commands her, anxious to start pumping inside her.
She opens them slowly, focusing on his face. Creamy vanilla skin half-covered by rusty metal, but he is still attractive to her. He pulls almost all of the way out before plunging in again. He hits her cervix this time, sending chills down her spine. His eyes study her while he fucks her in earnest finally.
His breath comes out in sharp hissing noises through the mask and she opens her legs to wrap them around his waist. He leans in closer to her, and at this angle her hits that bundle of nerves again and again. She reaches up to touch his mask, trailing her fingers up the sides until they rest on either side of his head. She lightly touches the skin that is exposed from the mask, he closes his eyes momentarily but when he opens them they are sparkling in the low light.
He buries himself in her, reaching a hand down to play with her hooded center. The combined stimulation inside and out has her climaxing again, coating his cock with each thrust. Then she clenches her walls around him as she loses it completely. Another few thrusts and he is exploding inside her walls, grunting his approval. He leans down and rests his forehead against her cheek in an almost romantic gesture before pulling out of her.
He readjusts himself and gets up from the bed grabbing a blanket from the closet and places it over her. He moves her closer to the wall on the bed, then sits down on the bed's edge a moment before laying back down and resting his hands behind his head again. He crosses his legs, completely relaxed.
She lays on her side, watching him through sleepy eyes. She wants to regain connection with him, touch him, lay with him. But she is afraid to be rejected so she turns around to face the wall, bringing her knees closer to her chest. She contemplates saying 'goodnight' but thought better of it and instead wills herself to sleep. She dreams the entire night of rusted metal and hissing, a deep dark voice calling to her. She relives the night in her dreams, she swears she can still feel him inside her.
He listens to her even breathing, she is asleep now. He wants to touch her again, he craves that connection. But he will wait. Soon enough, she will regain her strength and open herself to him again.
He will wait.