Deidre pulled Terry inside her room by the collar of his shirt and pressed herself against him, kissing him deeply as her legs trembled. She peeled his shirt off over his head as she released him, flinging it away and leaving him standing there utterly naked. As she took a step back and let her dress drop down onto the hardwood in kind, Terry couldn't help but notice how expensively decorated her bedroom was. Part of him was disheartened to think at how much of it was stolen or, at the very least, purchased with ill-gotten creds. Another part of him—a part that was shouting much, much louder—brought his attention back around to the blonde villainess before him, who was now perched on the edge of her bedspread wearing a coy grin and nothing else. He elected to listen to the second part.

"How do you want me?" she cooed, the taunting smile never leaving her face. Deidre was relishing the sway she held over Terry, particularly the minuscule twitches she could she his cock performing as he stared at her. "I could lay back and spread my legs... Or get on all fours for you." The sultry air of Deidre's voice was embellished by the slight rasp it had to it following her body-quaking orgasm. "I'm all yours, Batman." she said, beckoning Terry forward with a finger.

Terry stepped forward quickly at her gesture and, at a loss for how to proceed, bent down and kissed her again. The sensation of her tongue lashing forward into his mouth was quickly overpowered by the unexpected sensation of Deidre stroking Terry's cock as they kissed in the unusual angle. He moaned into her open mouth as her hand slid up and down the length of his shaft, its movements quick and easy thanks to the slippery wetness Deidre had coated him with as she rode him on the sofa. "You're really good at that." he pointed out with a throaty whisper, his eyes shut tight and his forehead pressed against hers as the feeling overwhelmed him.

"Better fuckin' believe it." she whispered back at him. "This isn't my first rodeo, and you're not the first horse I've ridden." she said with a grin as she continued stroking him, maintaining his erection.

"H-horse?" Terry asked, eyes still closed as he relished the feeling.

"Fuck yeah!" she laughed. "Look at the size of this thing!" she squeezed his cock gently for emphasis before resuming her wrist movements. "It's gotta be the biggest I've had yet. Which is why..." she released it. "You'd better put it back inside me soon."

Terry opened his eyes and grinned broadly. "Fair enough." He pushed her shoulder down to the bed and spread her legs apart. "I want you like this. I want to see your face again. Okay?"

"Anything you want, big guy." she panted, excited at him taking more initiative. "I'm all yours."

Terry got into position between her thighs, standing over her and leaning down toward the bed. He rested his hands on either side of her in a pushup stance before moving one hand down to their groins. He took a hold of his cock and guided it inside her, though he very nearly could have done it with just hip movements, given the fact that Deidre was positively soaking at this point. He began to thrust slowly. "How's that?" he asked quietly.

"You know I've never once worn panties when we fought?" she moaned in response.

"What!?"

"Why do you think Delia and I chose those little shorts for our outfits? More tactical advantage than skirts, but just about as easy to push to one side for a quick fuck." Deidre was delighting in torturing someone as straight-laced as Terry with the sordid details of her life of crime. "You may be a goody-goody, but I know you get an adrenaline rush from going out at night and stopping baddies. I'm sure you've put that adrenaline to good use, Bats." she teased. Terry's thrusting inadvertently sped up as Deidre revealed her improprieties to him. Which was, of course, exactly what she had been seeking. "Kinda like right now." she pointed out, running her hands down his back to land on his hips. She tilted her head up and kissed him again.

Terry dug his nails into the bedspread as he began to thrust even harder. The previous encounter and the way Deidre had kept him hard had done a lot to bring him closer to climax, but Terry was holding back until he was confident that Deidre was fully satisfied, a task that was getting more and more difficult with each filthy sentence that came out of her mouth. Well, two could play at that game. Terry wrapped his left hand around Deidre's wrist and pulled her hand up toward his face, moving his right hand over to her chest and cupping her breast gently. He began to lick her fingers and palm, which were still covered in her wetness. "You taste... So fucking good." he confirmed.

Deidre's hips bucked as he spoke. "Yeah, Bats?" she mumbled breathily. "You like tasting my fucking pussy? Tell me how good it tastes."

"Delicious. I can't wait to taste it firsthand." he said, sucking Deidre's finger clean. "But I'm only going to do that if you can be good. And tonight, you've been a very..." he thrusted into her, hard. "Naughty girl."

"Ffffffuck!" Deidre screeched as Terry impaled her g-spot with his thrust. "I'm such a bad girl, Batman. Please punish me." she whispered, eyes fluttering shut. Terry could tell she was on the verge of another climax.

"Flip over." he commanded her, pulling out. As she climbed unsteadily onto all fours, he slid himself back inside her, pounding away as fast as he could manage, nails digging into her hips to keep them joined together. WHAP came the first strike. "Remember this the next time you're thinking about stealing something." he chided in his alter ego's gravelly voice. WHAP. WHAP. WHAP. The next three hits, delivered in between frenetic thrusts. Terry held off for a moment, focusing on penetrating her and staving off his own orgasm for a moment longer, watching a red handprint form on Deidre's perfect pale asscheek. WHAP came the fifth and final blow.

"Oh my fucking Gooood!" Deidre screamed as it landed, climaxing hard and collapsing underneath Terry, who continued thrusting as she voiced her pleasure. She panted and sweated beneath him as her second orgasm ebbed away. "Do it." she whispered to him, her voice nearly as raspy as the one he'd just spoken to her in. "Cum inside me. Just fucking do it." She arched her back and shoved her hips toward him as best as she could in the awkward position she had fallen into.

Terry ran his hand down Deidre's back as he continued pounding into her. Her skin was silky soft and his palm slid across it with only the barest hint of friction. It eventually found purchase between her shoulder blades, and he held it there to keep her still as he got close. "Still talking dirty." he grumbled with a grin right before he acquiesced to her demand. Terry came, hard, and his hip movements became even more erratic as he spurted jets of cum into Deidre. His breathing became ragged as he tapered off the thrusting, and eventually he pulled away from her, collapsing next to her on the bed. Terry wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him, an act of instinct and habit. He closed his eyes are he spooned her, waiting for his breathing and heart to slow back down.

"Pretty good." Deidre panted. "But you better do even better next date, Terry. Otherwise, I might just get bored with this and fall tragically back into a life of crime." she teased gently.

"Let me survive this date before we make any plans for next time."