Okay my lovelies, this will be the last chapter of this story. But thanks to the brilliant and generous ozlady80, I have the seeds of an idea for a continuation. So keep your eyes peeled. In the meantime, I intend to go out with a big bang, and when I say bang...
The vehicle pulled to a stop outside a traditional looking cabin. The driver, one of the Leagues IT Tech guys, cleared his throat softly. He really didn't want to interrupt the kissing couple, especially as they were his leaders, but felt the need to remind them that they were not exactly alone yet.
"You have something stuck in your throat Armand?" asked Bane.
"N-no Sir, we're here. This is the place Miss Mae-Ling told me to bring you!" he stammered out in return.
"Very good. Would you be so kind as to take our bags inside? I intend to carry my wife over the threshold!".
"Hang on" interjected Kit before the other man could respond. "Who says I'm being carried? I'm perfectly able to walk into the place on my own legs thank you" she said in a playfully dismissive tone, as she untangled herself from her man and attempted to get out of the car.
"Kitten, please? Allow me to do one thing in a gentlemanly fashion. You can be certain that my conduct for the rest of the night will not be so proper!" Bane requested.
Kit's shoulders sank, but the smile on her face showed that she was actually relishing in this little bit of verbal foreplay. "Okay, if it makes you happy" she breathed out while lightly tracing one of her hands over his right thigh. Bane did not speak in response, he merely raised his eyebrows towards Armand who quickly exited the car, fetched the bags from the trunk and took them inside the cabin. Once he was done, he waited by the car as Bane exited, went round to the side Kit was sat at and opened her door.
Bane held out his hand to her as she exited and when she stood next to him, she held one arm up to wrap around his shoulders, thinking he would lift her bridal style. To her delighted surprise, Bane did not to this. He bent slightly, grabbed a hold of her hips and slung her over one of his broad and muscled shoulders.
Kit squealed with delight at this actions, glad that he wasn't being formal and stuffy. As the newlywed couple laughed and made their way to the cabin door, Armand quietly got back in the car and drove away as quickly as he could without screeching the tyres on the gravel. He respected Bane both as a warrior and as his leader, and was among many fellow members who admired Kit's beauty and generosity of spirit. But he really did not need to see any of their intimate interactions so as he exited the drive, he looked in the rear view mirror briefly to see that they were safe inside and drove away.
Once inside the cabin and back on her own two feet, Kit gasped at the little homely touches within the place, no doubt as a result of Mae-Lings attentions. There were lit candles and fresh cut white roses everywhere. The cabin had two rooms. The main space contained only a huge king sized bed, a small table and two chairs and a chaise lounge big enough for two in front of a full length window to the rear of the property. To one side, there was a door and as Kit opened it, she discovered a sumptuous bathroom with a double sized shower stall, two vanity sinks, a toilet and the biggest infinity bathtub she had ever seen. It could accommodate at least six people quite comfortably, but given that the man with her was way bigger than average, she thought it would be a nice fit for them both.
Her attention was caught by a pop of a cork and she turned to see her husband pouring her a glass of the lightest beige sparkling liquid. "You're not joining me?" she asked as she took the offered glass.
"You know how it is Kitten, the alcohol would not mix well with the morphine. And I must take the morphine, mustn't I?".
"Yes, you must" Kit replied seductively as she rested the crystal glass against her lips. She took a breath, tingling at the thought of what was to come, and added "Why don't you go do that now, while I get myself ready?". She picked up one of their bags and sauntered to the bathroom, pausing briefly at the door to blow a kiss to her man. Once inside, she moved over the the large mirror and stared at herself. She shimmied out of her dress and let it fall to the floor, remaining in just the pretty ivory lace lingerie that she'd bought for the wedding. For a moment, she considered presenting herself to Bane just like this. A romantic vision in beautiful undergarments and a rose in her hair. But who was she kidding. Romance and flowers, while nice, was not them.
So, she opened her bag and pulled out the velvet box and drawstring bag, emptying the contents of both carefully onto the counter in between the two sinks. She then dug further into the bag and pulled out some items of clothing that she had not worn for quite some time. A black faux-leather and mesh combo she had picked up at Victoria's Secret nearly two years ago. It had been one of her favourite outfits when she was still a "working girl" and now held a special place in her heart, as it was what she wore the night she first met Bane. She mused her hair a little, changed her lip colour from the blushing nude tone she wore for the ceremony, to a bright and vibrant red. She added a little bit more black kohl and mascara to her eyes and declared herself ready. Stepping away from the counter and making her way to the door, she suddenly remembered the items she had placed between the sinks. She hurried back, placed the platinum and diamond encrusted collar around her neck and let the leash-chain fall between her breasts. She wriggled her hand into each bra cup in turn to place the delicate nipple clamps in their rightful place. She delved into her bag once more, took out the highest black Christian Louboutin pumps she had and slipped her feet into them. As an after thought, she quickly spritzed Chanel No.5 liberally on her body, and made her way to her marriage bed.
She was pleased to see Bane's eye's widen as he took in her appearance. She knew that her breasts were spilling over the tops of the bra cups, due to her increased bust size. She also knew that the boy-short style panties were a little tighter than they had been, but she didn't care. She knew that although she was generally bigger all over since her pregnancy, the man in her life liked it. His eyes showed that he liked it a lot.
"Kitten, I see you have brought the first gifts I gave you!" he said softly.
"I did" she purred as she approached his prone form on the bed. He still had on the trousers and shirt he wore for the wedding, although he was now barefoot with the shirt completely unfastened and hanging loose at his sides. His right sleeve had been rolled up so the morphine could be administered and as a result, his mask was removed
"Fortunate, as I have another gift for you here!" he proclaimed, bringing out a long box, wrapped in black satin and adorned with a silver raffia bow. Kit sat next to him on the bed, making sure that her chest was as near as it could be to his face. She picked the box up, carefully unwrapped it and lifted the lid. The look of delight on her face as she beheld the contents made Bane smile. "I say a gift for you, but in truth, it is for both of us" he uttered as his face drew closer to the soft orbs of flesh atop her chest, his mouth salivating at what was to come.
She reached her hand into the box and brought out two items. Both black leather, both studded intricately around their edges with platinum set diamonds. One, a delicate-looking but sturdily made riding crop, the other, a thick handled paddle. She turned her face towards him and lifted his chin with one finger. "Matching, his and hers, instruments of pleasure! You always give me the best gifts" she whispered as she placed her lips to his.
Within moments, Bane had her underneath him, pressed firmly into the bed. He held one of her wrists in each his hands and although he was laid at the side her, her torso and legs were trapped under the weight of his muscular thigh and calf. His face was lowered into her neck, licking, kissing and biting at her soft and scented flesh. Kit arched her back so that her chest pushed up and into him. Although she really liked the little outfit she had on, she was desperate to be out of it. "Bannnneee" she whined to him. "Please, undress me?".
"As you wish Kitten" he lowered at her, as he began to slide his finger gently into her panties.
"NO!" she blurted out. "Please Bane, don't be gentle, rip them off?". He smirked at her request, grasped the waistband firmly and rent them from her in one motion. When the scraps of material left her body, he repeated his action with the bra, gasping when he caught sight of the clamps of her rosy swollen nipples. He immediately brought his mouth to one of them, enveloping it in his lips while his tongue rubbed roughly against the tip that he held between his teeth.
When he momentarily freed her hands, Kit brushed them over his shoulders to shuck his shirt off, writhing under his attentions to her breasts. She reached around blindly to locate the crop and when she had, she brought it to a sharp crack against his upper back. Bane let out a groan at the contact and frantically began to search her body with his hands, looking for something to grab, to pinch, to pull.
He took the crop from her and held both her wrists in one hand while the other searched for the remnants of the underwear he had previously removed. As his fingers found her discarded bra, he brought it to his other hand and quickly wrapped and twisted the fabric around her wrists, When she was secured, he held the bindings with one hand above her head, slid the other hand slowly down her body and weaved his fingers into the soft, moist folds of flesh between her legs.
Kit 's body immediately responded to his touch, with a flood of liquid providing further lubrication to his fingers. Her torso wriggled and writhed as he thrust three of his thick fingers inside her, while pressing her clit hard with his thumb. He knew that his actions must be causing her pain as there had been no soft, slow start. But he also knew that Kit craved him touching her like this. She was so alike to him. The sharp bursts of pain followed by pleasure were life-blood to them both. If he ever for one moment doubted her reaction, the look on her face assured him that she needed what he was doing. Her eyes were wide open, looking directly at his face, pleading with him to push her further and take her to those dark places she rarely went. Her bottom lip was tucked underneath her top teeth, the pressure of her bite causing the skin around her mouth to whiten and strain. Bane had the whole of her body completely at his disposal. He knew that she would never deny him anything he wished to do to her. And that implicit trust that she had for him came with the true love of two souls who were connected by more than the physical.
He took her mouth suddenly and fiercely, while her lip was still being pressured by her own bite. His tongue ran everywhere, over her lips, teeth and tongue, around the inside of her cheeks and along her gums, because he was desperate to taste her. She responded by releasing her grip on her own mouth, and claiming his, biting first his top lip and them the bottom, only letting him go when his head moved away and down the length of her. His mouthed latched onto her pubis with the same ferocity he gave her mouth. He bit at her lower lips, scraping his teeth along them. Then he flattened his tongue and licked all the way from her anus to her clit. He continued to hold her bound hands in one of his, placing them on her chest while his other arm kept her legs wide open for him.
Kit could feel herself begin to lose control and as enjoyable as it was, she wanted to play herself. Managing to get her way out of the restraints he had placed around her wrists, she slapped his hand away from her and then both her hands flew to his head and began to push him further into her. She grunted and groaned as the movements of his tongue and lips brought her to the very edge of reason. Suddenly, the shudders began at the bottom of her spine and rapidly made their way through her lower torso. She issued a muffled scream as the orgasm rippled along every nerve in her body When it was over, she moved quickly and sleekly like a cat, maneuvering Bane onto his back so she could return the favour.
She placed her body on top of him, his much larger and thicker frame proving a steadying influence to hers. Kit was perched on his chest, her back towards him, her knees bent at either side of his chest. She found the paddle and placed it into his hand. Then she located the crop and took it in her grasp. Kit slowly lifted her body up and stretched her legs, so that she was stood over him. She bent at the waist and dropped her head down to his groin. She took his thick, hard staff in one hand, then sunk her mouth down onto him, taking all of it straight to the back of her throat in one go. Bane's hands trailed up and down her long and shapely legs, with the paddle still held in his right. As Kit bobbed her head up and down on him, she swished the crop back and forth at the top of his thighs, dangerously close to his bulging scrotum, barely making contact with the tender skin around there.
Bane marveled at this woman, his woman, who transformed from nurturing mother, to blushing bride and then wanton sex goddess right before his eyes in just one day. He wondered at her resilience. While his former charges suffering may have been endured for longer, the intensity of it was no different than Kit had gone through over recent weeks. In fact, as Talia had never been selfless enough to bring a life into this world, Bane considered that his wife's trials had been greater, as she underwent these at the time that a woman should only be cherished and placed above all others. Her desired her like he had desired nothing else before. not power, not the destruction of Gotham, not the blood of the Bat.
Infused with the overwhelming feelings her actions stirred in him, Bane brought the paddle back, then forward sharply, ending in a satisfying crack against the peachy skin of her rear. Kit jumped at the sensation, her jaw involuntarily closing her teeth around his penis for a millisecond. As she resumed her former sucking and licking, the hand she used to hold the crop began to twitch and ache from under use. She remedied this by beginning a rhythm of cracks against his shins and calves, one that matched her oral movements. Bane could feel himself harden near to the point of no return and he quickly grabbed Kit by the flesh on her hips, pulling her down and to the side of him. "Enough foreplay" he growled like an animal ready to pounce. He almost jumped out of the bed, surprising Kit with his agility for such a big man.
Once stood, her reached for her, delicately taking her hand in his and pulling, until she was stood on the bed in front of him. He brought his hands under her shoulders and hoisted her onto him. Kit's arms flew around his neck and latched onto him. Her legs parted around him and she attempted to bring them round his waist. But his large hands stopped her. As he walked them over to the floor to ceiling window, he held her thighs in a vice-like grip. He pressed her back into the cold glass and a strong hand brought one leg around him, The other, lifted her thigh and slid up her calve, until it rested at her ankle. Her foot rested at the side of his head as he turned to lick the full length of her sole. Although she was somewhat of an expert when it came to varied sexual positions, Kit realised that although she had held this stance before, she had never been stretched this far or wide open prior to today. The reason was simple. Bane was not an ordinary man. He was a giant, a behemoth. He was her husband who wished her to feel him inside her deeper than she had ever felt anyone before.
Although more than ready to receive him, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. Tonight, this man would claim her. He would enter her so deep that she would neither want or allow any other man to place himself inside of her. She would be his, now and forever. For a woman that had lived all her adult life trying to stand alone, she had always thought that the constraints of motherhood and partnership were not for her. But, now that she had welcomed and embraced the first, she was desperate for the second.
She felt him ready himself between her legs and for a moment, she thought he paused. She wondered if he was thinking the same as her and as she brought her hands to the side of his face and looked deep into his endless and piercing eyes, she knew he was. She sighed, swallowed and then said gently "Bane, take me, I'm yours". As he slid into her, filing her physically, spiritually and emotionally further than she had ever encountered before. Kit knew, she was home.
THE END