Inspired by a scene from 50 Shades of Grey, when Christian goes to Anastasia's apartment to punish her. It is not at all too similar but if you have seen the movie you will know what I mean. This story does include some jealous-rough sex so if that is not your cup of tea please opt out. Seeing his character constantly beaten down in the show, I take pleasure in seeing a dominant Oswald. Please read, enjoy and review

Dressed in a short fringe black dress with patent shoes on bare legs, I sat calmly on the bar stool, casually swirling the glass in hand whilst looking around and waiting. After some time now, Oswald managed to acquire the decent amount of alcohol needed to keep the bar running and it was this small victory he and I were most excited about. Tonight- like many nights- I accompanied him mostly for support and of course because I love the man. But as the first hour passed us, he was taken away from me a short time ago for some 'business talk' over at a much more private corner of the club. So I waited patiently, one leg crossed over the other, waiting for him to return until someone blocked my sight. A man dressed in a simple blazer with dark jeans and wingtip shoes took the seat next to me.

After ordering a drink, he looked around and I turned the other way to avoid conversation.

"Quite a place this guy has here…a little too damn fancy for my taste but it's comfortable"

Hearing his comment I couldn't hold my tongue and spoke out too soon.

"Too damn fancy? Do the grungy, cheap alcohol and filthy pool table bars meet your taste?" I couldn't help but feel the slightest insulted from hearing someone criticize the place. Meeting my gaze, the blonde haired, bearded young man who looked to be in his late twenties/early thirties, held his hands up in surrender.

"Whoa, whoa easy there…I'm just not from around here, came from the country side see, with parents hailing from the west so I apologize if I've offended your style".

It wasn't quite the reply I was expecting but my body instantly relaxed in his company.

"David Walker" he extended his hand out for me to shake. Taking his large hand into my own, I shook it gently with a soft smile.

"So I'm going to assume that you come here often Miss…"

Something about the man made me feel comfortable in his presence…a big change from all the other strangers who approached me in this city.

"Oh no, you don't have to use titles just call me Sofia"

"Alright, Sofia, so you come here often then?" he asked holding his drink.

"Yes, yes I do…I am a regular and my boyfriend is the owner". As soon as the words left my lips, David took a swing of his drink with a wince and spoke, "Oh wow, no wonder you got pissed at me, well like I said it's a nice place I'm just not a city boy so the bars I'm used to…well they are just that…places that I am used". Waving my hand I replied, "No worries I'm just pretty protective over all of this…it all took a lot of patience and time to redecorate". And man did it take time to redecorate with loads of frustration coming from Oswald.

"Oversaw it?" he asked, finishing the last bit in his glass.

"Guess you could say that, yes"

"Well that's good…guess that's why it came out to be as beautiful as it looks now" he complimented waving his hand around the place. With a grin I looked at him.

"Thought it was too damn fancy," I mocked. "Hey now!" he began with a handsome smile, "too fancy could be a good thing for business…it's probably what's getting you two the money to keep this place running the way it is"

He was certainly right.

Oswald's POV

Taking my focus away from the faces of my 'associates', I looked over to where my lovely girlfriend presided, waiting so patiently for me. What my eyes met was something so unpleasant that the question from one of the older gentleman by my side had slipped through my ears. Watching a stranger talk to my girl had my fists curl and thoughts began to run in my head. A man, in my very own club, approached my love with such audacity and watching her further pull him into conversing sent my blood boiling. Does he not know who I am? Does he not know who she belongs to? Suddenly she laughed and as I tried my hardest to attend to important issues amongst my men I just couldn't push it back. The poking thought that someone could take her away from me pulled me out of the booth.

"Please excuse me gentlemen, I will return shortly"

SOFIA'S POV

(Later into the conversation)

"No way!" I pointed at him in laughter.

"Oh yes way and after winning that game of poker I found my ass face down in the dirt outside of the restaurant all because I said yes to a question I didn't even understand in their own language…yeah that outta teach you to watch the way you answer…for all I know he probably asked me if I slept with his mother"

We both laughed at his accounts of moments he had back in places he used to live in. Places I have never been to. The night had taken a pleasant turn with this stranger as I came to find out; happy that it didn't go the direction it typically went.

"Well enough about my crazy tales-all of which you are probably thinking are not true-what about you? Besides the one about a crazy stranger talking to a beautiful woman in a too-fancy place?"

Such bad timing as his words left his mouth as soon as I found Oswald standing behind him. My heart dropped, catching his searing look of jealousy.

"Oh no please do, share that tale with me as it sounds all too familiar" Oswald spoke, the muscles of his jaw twitching.

Turning in his seat, David met Oswald and I nearly rushed out of my seat to introduce the two. Keeping his eyes locked onto him, Oswald didn't even glance my way.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Cobblepot…the lady here has told me a lot about you, I uh should congratulate you on your work on this place…" David looked unsure how else to continue on with the look Oswald was giving him until his thin lips moved.

"A lot has she?" just then he glanced my way, icy glare with threat.

"Well yes, well not everything as in personal details of course," he jokingly stated.

"Pity...you'd fair to know exactly who I am and that my girlfriend was waiting patiently for me"

David appeared as though he had seen this coming and it didn't seem to bother him as he apologetically excused himself after adding that he is new to the city of Gotham…but nothing persuaded Oswald to calm down. Having seen him brutally attack a rude guest with a wine bottle, my heart pounded in my chest as I prayed that this man would leave the club unharmed. He didn't deserve anything like that as I got to know him during our conversation. Standing a good few inches taller than Oswald, David respectfully left after saying goodbye.

Watching him leave, Oswald looked furious as he stood in the same place without taking a seat. The air felt thick as I felt so uncomfortable and awkward in his presence after what just happened. He had no idea what went on but from across the room it probably showed different. Lacing my fingers together I turned to look at him as I took a seat. Staring at me with the coldest glare he finally spoke.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, unable to question me with his usual politeness.

"Look, please, I was waiting and he came and started talking to me first. I swear he meant well," I quickly explained, studying his face expecting him to calm down.

"So your first thought was to get to know this guy instead of telling him to leave?"

His implications were getting to me as I hoped that he would better understand the situation and better yet…that he should know ME by now.

"Oswald! He was a customer, a guest in this club! He sat next to me without being disgusting" I argued, taking my black clutch off the counter.

"One less customer wouldn't kill the club, Sofia" he spat. He stood sternly, completely ignoring his unfinished duty with his men. With his face still directed at mine, I too stood my ground.

"No, but that's not entirely the point now is it?" I spat, equally pissed off.

He came to stand closer to me, looking around the club to check for any curious stares. With the musical performances going on, our voices thankfully could not be heard that easily. Feeling his warm breath, he spoke freely.

"True although…this club could afford to be short of one customer for the night". Hearing his intentions and threat in his tone, my eyes widened at thought of him killing the man.

"Nothing will happen to him!"

Surprised by my words his expression turned angrier. With a hmpf, he put on that smile he always used when he was truly disappointed.

"Defending him as well…"

"I'm keeping a man who did absolutely nothing to me, alive!" I countered with frustration.

He reached forward to enclose his hand around my small wrist. With a tug he whispered closely, "he was practically feasting on you with his eyes and you didn't even have the sense to see it! Or did you want him to? Hm?"

I could tell every ounce of jealousy he had for the man surfaced, drowning me with his fear of losing me to another man whom he thought captured my attention for the night. His fear of losing in life controlled all of his actions but I wasn't going to be a part of it right now. Tearing my hand away I moved to stand and with my clutch in hand I created some space between us before speaking.

"You know what call it whatever the hell you want, I came here with you tonight with intentions of spending it with only you…good job on fucking it up" I waved my hand and left him to stare at me in place. I left the club alone, utterly pissed off at how a nice day could instantly turn to shit.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

The sound of a text vibrated through my bag. Ripping it open I dove in to grab my cell.

OSWALD: Sofia, please come back.

The message caused me to keep walking further and ignore his wishes.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

OSWALD: WE NEED TO TALK.

That message caught my attention and instantly I messaged back. Fingers typing furiously I sent the message.

SOFIA: NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT. ENJOY A NICE DRINK WITH YOURSELF. HAVE A GOODNIGHT.

I hoped that it would end there but after sending it, shortly I after I received another text.

OSWALD: Don't walk away from me, Come back.

SOFIA: Close to my apartment. Finished. Done. Night.

OSWALD: Not finished and not done, quit being childish and come back to the club.

Striking a nerve, I typed up my final message to him before putting the cell back into my clutch.

SOFIA: GO FUCK YOURSELF.

Finally I reached my apartment and upon reaching my door I had my keys out and ready to open the door quickly. A Gotham night was never safe for any woman dressed up in heels. Unlocking the door I shut it behind me, taking my heels off to feel the nice cool floor on my bare feet. It was time to relax and pamper myself from a wonderful night lost. The idea of a shower sounded tempting and as I made my way there I started unzipping my dress and threw my clutch on the bed. Finally the messages stopped coming, I guess that last message got his attention. This wasn't our first fight, but it was one that was most infuriating because it was supposed to be a romantic evening of celebrating.

Nude in front of the shower, I bent down to adjust the temperature before stepping in and under the glorious waterfall. Massaging my shoulders as it fell with great pressure I shifted my head from side to side. Minutes flew by and as I comfortably rested in the tub with the showerhead on, I gripped the side of the tub in preparation to end this extended bathing. The warm water came to an abrupt stop as I twisted the dial.

After my nightly bathroom rituals, I walked to the kitchenette in my satin robe to have a glass of water. Standing by the sink I finished the last of it, before placing it in there.

Entering my room, I gasped out of fright. Just a few feet away from me I noticed Oswald seated at the foot of my bed. His hands rested on his knees with a menacing look.

"What the hell are you doing here!? Jesus you almost gave me a heart attack!"

I watched as his tight lips curved into that smile that held so much meaning other than kindness.

"Your last message…well…was rather unpleasant" he spoke as if scolding a child.

"Get out, I'm not in the mood to talk and I am tired" I commanded moving forward slowly to stand closer to him.

"Like I said…I'm not finished and WE are not done here". His tone went deep, he was clearly not going to leave and no matter where I chose to be in this small apartment he was just going to follow. With a sigh I looked down at him as he remained seated.

" If you are looking for an apology…" I began until he cut me off.

"I'm not"

"Then get the hell out of my apartment" I stubbornly told him, moving past him to remove some of the decorative pillows off the bed. Before I could even grab the first pillow he forcefully ripped the sash from my robe so that it slipped out of the loops and laid in his hands. With a firm push I landed onto the bed face-first. My heart was beating fast from the sudden action, I didn't know what to make out of it. I struggled with him as I felt his body on top of mine, fighting to wrap the sash around my hands and secure it around the metal frame of my bed. Still in his suit I could feel the heat of his taller body against my back. The position we settled in began to have an affect on the both of us...in all the time we've been together this was the first he has ever been this forceful…this dominant. Was actually a turn-on no matter how pissed off I was.

Bringing his lips down to my ear, his hot breath caressed my ear.

"Consider David lucky to be living" he spoke his name with disgust at the same time, nibbling the shell of my ear.

"He deserves it, he did noth- " my words were cut off as he wrapped my hair around one hand and tugged. I yelped from surprise.

"Shhhhh!"

I held my tongue as I waited to hear him speak. Feeling him shift his weight I felt his hands pull at my waist so that I was now resting on my forearms and knees.

"Lets revisit that last message you sent shall we? Go fuck yourself, was it?"

Hearing him curse always did something to me, the way it sounded from his lips always sounded so foreign and it was always a great pleasure to hear him say anything of the sort. His large hands smoothed up the back of my thighs capturing the satin robe and peeling it up to expose my bare bottom to his eyes. Silence surrounded us as I chose to keep my mouth shut in curiosity of what he will say next. No words until I heard and felt a SMACK!

"AH!" I yelped. My eyes widened in shock and I turned my head to try and look at him. Questioning him with my eyes he answered.

"After tonight you will learn that you are mine" he spoke huskily. "Face front Sofia". I did what he told, feeling the front of him stand closer against my behind. He delivered a few more spanks, from the top and the bottom. Each time that hand delivered a short sting I fought to hold back the moans that begged to leave me. Each time, my bottom jolted backwards rubbing against him and feeling a bulge through those black trousers. If this was his punishment, I was going to look forward to being punished all night long into the next day.

SMACK!

Mmm

SMACK!

Mm!

Each moan that left my body encouraged his fingers to linger wherever they fell and the last spank sent those fingers closer to my labia. My hands fought with the sash he tied around my wrists. I settled on gripping the metal bar, waiting to feel more of his body. Suddenly his hand stopped, and we could hear each other's panting breaths.

One of his hands drifted lower on one cheek. His fingers slowly teased my opening, feeling the wetness created by his hand. Those long, nimble and of course larger fingers than mine- continuously rubbed and rubbed until I had my eyes shut tight and mouth opening voicing my cries of pleasure. Taking his time torturing me in the most delicious ways, I knew he wanted to hear me beg for it.

It didn't take long until I began backing against his front, pushing backwards pleading him to take me. Controlling my movements by gripping my hips, his gaze remained down until I heard the sound of his zipper.

Zzzzziiiiip!

Hearing his unsteady breathing through his nose, I felt his hand reach in to pull out his aching cock. I felt it at my entrance only for a second before the bed dipped and I saw him rush over to my nightstand drawer. After securing protection, he rushed back onto the bed to grab hold of my ass. Still on my forearms and knees, I struggled to stay still. With my head still straight, I anticipated the entry but it never came as I could hear him shedding off his jacket and no doubt waistcoat. Still dressed, I knew he didn't have the patience at this time to take anything else off until I felt his amazing length dig into me just the way I imagined.

"Uhhhn! Oh God Oswald…aaaaah" I moved back to feel more of him.

"Want some more…or would you prefer it...ahhhhh… if I fuck myself hm?" he struggled with the words as his breathing came faster.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry please…please more"

I didn't need to see his face to know that he was grinning like mad. Having such control over my body, on my bed, gave him absolute satisfaction and confidence. Slowly pulling out and pushing in, I took it all as my wrists twisted the sash. Picking up the pace the sheets of bed wrinkled and bunched up. With the metal headboard so close to the brick wall we could hear it tap as he rocked into me with strength. His grip was slightly painful as I could feel those short fingernails beginning to graze my skin but it strangely felt wonderful. My robe threatened to fall to my shoulders but Oswald was having none of that as he reached forward to tear it up and off of me. Watching it fly to the ground he continued to rut into me like an animal…no stopping. In time, his clothing was making him sweat and as I felt my climax just around the corner our breathing, our moans and whimpers became much more audible. The sounds of the bed, the sheets, our hot breaths, and our bodies brought us to completion. His sweat soaked body came down onto mine as his hands reached out lazily to untie me. Set free from my binds, I turned onto my back as we shared passionate kisses. Breaking apart I spoke,

"Oswald I'm yours you know that, please…I'm sorry if it looked wrong but he is not you…I will never look at a man the same way I look at you" I told him with complete honesty. Yes, David was handsome, but he was the typical handsome blonde you would come by. I loved the man who held mystery; I felt attracted to the man who carried himself confidently no matter how small he stood to most men. I mean, I couldn't stand to his height being inches shorter than him and I still love him…I love Oswald. Looking down at me with those glacier colored eyes he moved off of me to lie on his back with a breath.

"I know I just-I was imagining everything being taken away from me at that moment, back at the club, and seeing you with THAT kind of guy…well I" he stopped, sounding very insecure.

"It was like that moment was happening? Oz, you really think a pretty guy like that could come and simply sweep me off my feet just by having a decent conversation? In only a few minutes tops as well?" I asked him, looking to my side to gauge his reaction. Nothing but silence and the sight of his lips still tightly together. I raised my hand to stroke his face.

"Hey, listen to me…I dressed up nice to celebrate with you tonight…with you…and after having an innocent talk with some stranger you pushed me away…not to mention after insinuating that I was cheating on you right then and there…I trust you in so many ways but you need to trust me and no matter how much I doll myself up its all for you to enjoy…I do it for the pleasure of being enjoyed by you Oswald".

His hand reached up to rest on mine, curling his fingers around mine and pulling it up to kiss them. He caressed my hand against his cheeks with adoration and in apology of his behavior. I could see the guilt surfacing.

"I apologize, Sofia. Please forgive my behavior I should have known but I was too blind" he spoke quietly.

"I forgive you…but you sure as hell better remember although I did enjoy the spanking" I playfully commented. My cheeks burned realizing that I had just been given the best spanking. I watched his lips curve, face turning to meet mine.

"Mmm I thought you deserved a spanking for being such a naughty girl"

What only his words could do to me was purely magical. I shuttered at the use of the word 'naughty' and then laughed.

"Oh did I now? Fuck it, guess I'll just have to keep being naughty then…think we should go back to the club so I can talk to several more guys" I teased, not meaning any of it. He rolled back onto me, his blue eyes deepened with that familiar glare I saw earlier this night.

"I don't think so," he threatened, kissing me until my lips tingled. I held onto his back taking pleasure in his lips once more.

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Yay! This is a pretty long short story that I posted so far. So happy, hope you enjoyed it