A/N: Strong sexual content ahead. You have been warned. Possible parts might be considered OOC, but hey, I wanted to think of him as very romantic and sexual more than he is portrayed in the movies. No flames about being OOC. I acknowledge that as a possibility.

White Queen to Black Knight

Chapter 13

I swear I won't tease you
Won't tell you no lies
I don't need no bible
Just look in my eyes
I've waited so long baby
Out in the cold
I can't take much more girl
I'm losing control

I want your sex, George Michaels

Bruce and Alina decided they should part ways at Alina's door, just for a few minutes to get ready for dinner. Taking a shower together would definitely make them late. Bruce was ready quickly and went down to make a few calls and visit with Alfred, although it was difficult to concentrate when Alina was the only thing he could think of.

Alfred teased Bruce, "Are you ever planning to go back to work sir? Your day job or your night job? Alina seems to have drawn your attention away."

"Very funny Alfred. I think my day job is well under control with Lucius running the ship. As for my night job, let's just say I'm taking a little holiday." Bruce's voice got serious. "I love her Alfred. Absolutely love her and crave her. She completes me. Maybe I don't need Batman anymore."

Alfred quietly and wisely responded, "But does Gotham still need Batman?"

Alina walked in quietly not wanting to disrupt the conversation. It had gone from laughter to serious from the time she hit the bottom stairs to the kitchen door. She heard the last few comments and wasn't sure how she felt. She was just a few minutes late past the 45 minutes they were given. Bruce immediately turned as the scent of star gazer lilies started to fill the room. She looked gorgeous as usual. Her face was tanned and slightly sun kissed as was the rest of her body he imagined. She dressed in a black sleeveless low cut sweater that only had four buttons and then opened to show her stomach and lower abdomen. She had on her worn very low cut jeans and bare feet. Alina hadn't even spoken yet and he was already hard just looking at her. He'd bet that even Alfred was affected given the clearing of his throat and turning away to get dinner on plates. She walked over to Bruce, running her fingers through his still wet hair, and bending low to kiss him lightly. She slowly slid into his lap and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close to him as he could get.

Alina softened her voice as she got comfortable and felt safe in Bruce's arms. "Alfred, it smells delicious. What did you make?"

"It's a linguine dish with a white cream sauce and sautéed sea scallops. I hope you like it."

Dinner proceeded as many of them had since she had moved back into their lives. They talked about the day, Alfred looked over the proofs and agreed with their selections, and tonight Bruce even coaxed Alfred into telling some stories of his traveling days. It was a completely enjoyable dinner and everyone was relaxed and comfortable.

Alfred started clearing the table and dishes, when surprisingly Alina offered to clean up. Alfred turned to her and smiled. "My dear child, thank you for your offer. But I have been doing this for so very long I am quite particular about how it gets done. I plan to whip this clean and then get ready for dance night."

"Oh yeah, tonight is dance night. Alfred goes dancing every Wednesday without fail. The ladies love him, and sometimes he even brings one home. Breakfast is usually a little late those mornings. He is apparently quite the catch."

"Alfred, the dancing king. Is this John Travolta disco stuff or tangos and salsas? Or waltzes? And who are these women? Surely, even though you have enormous quarters back there, you wouldn't bring just anyone home."

"It's tangos and salsas and slow dancing too. And no, I don't bring just anyone home. But I doubt any of the women at dancing night are going to be a danger to anyone."

Alina laughed as she stood to kiss him gently on the cheek. "Perhaps sometime you should teach me how to clean up after dinner so I can help get you to dancing night earlier. I feel like a free-loader around here. You do everything, I do nothing, and Bruce won't let me pay for anything even though I have almost as much money as he does. It's really quite frustrating."

"My dear, you have no idea what you do around this house. You have brought happiness and good cheer, more intelligent conversation than has been had before, and most importantly you have brought love. That makes you perhaps the most important person, because you are the person who has made this massive mansion into a home."

Alina smiled at him gratefully, picking up the proofs from earlier in the day. She looked at Bruce expectantly, "Water or wine tonight?"

"I'll arrange for both and meet you in the family room while you take the pictures up to your room."

She gave Bruce her most seductive smile and turned around wishing Alfred a good, even an excellent evening. She also offered up that they were unlikely to need breakfast until around 10:00, so to enjoy his morning. She looked at Bruce, her eyes sultry and expectant and walked through the doors and out of the kitchen.

When she returned downstairs, Bruce was laying on the sofa with space for her already carved out. She joined him, lying close together touching. She rested her head on her arm, and using her free arm started stroking his body from his beautiful face and soft hair down his arm to his hand. She kept this up, staring into his dark eyes, feeling him relax into her graceful movements. As songs would come up on the iPod machine, she would softly sing it to him while he listened and became more and more enthralled in the spell she wove.

"Alina can I ask you a question? It is personal and about the school you went to."

She never stopped her motions as she answered, "You can ask, baby. But I reserve the right to refuse to answer."

"Fair enough. Can you tell me how this sexual training actually worked?"

"Bruce Wayne, practically the richest man in the world, can have anything he desires wants to vicariously live through my sexual experiences with the men who were my teachers. I'm not sure what I think about that."

"Tell me. You were a virgin when you went there. Either they or you had a plan of what you needed to accomplish. What was your plan for your sexual experience? I can guess at the rest, but given you haven't used these skills in 8 years, why do it at all?"

"Bruce, as I told you before, my deflowering, for lack of a better word, and all the subsequent acts were all done respectfully, which ensured my complete cooperation. Believe me, I would have rather lost my virginity the way I did, then to a pimply high school kid that had no experience. To say these men were extremely good at what they did is an utter understatement. The night I lost my virginity, I was seduced, prepped well and brought to the brink of utter pleasure repeatedly before he ultimately blooded me. It was wonderful and I accepted everything he had to give."

"During the course of my training I would have the same men come to me, usually every other night a different one would come to share my bed. Each one was well endowed. I was lucky because some of the girls there would end up with men with average or even less, although they were still pleasured. Each man who was my teacher had a different skill set. One was very proficient at teaching blow jobs and pleasuring a woman in the most intimate way. I learned how to give the best blow jobs ever. I learned to relax and accept the gift of his mouth on the most sensitive places. He taught me how to ejaculate during every orgasm. That is part of why your mouth gets flooded after every orgasm when you are down there to receive it. Another was into light play. Tying me up, forcing me to hold my hands over my head, spreading my legs in whatever way would leave me the most vulnerable. We worked with what we had in the bedroom. We went outside, generating a fear of getting caught in such a position. He liked spanking and using a non damaging crop, or feathers, or balls, both vaginal and anal. He liked to use sex gadgets on me and for me to use them on him. He was the one who taught me the safest way to have anal sex and enjoy it. He was also one of the most respectful of my body and my mind. He NEVER hurt me. It was just kinky sex play, and if I didn't want to do something we didn't do it. The third man was just about straight sex, but he taught me all kinds of positions, all the Tantric teachings and positions. Occasionally, maybe every three weeks or so, they would bring in a fourth man that I had not slept with to assess my progress and where I was still weak. My scores were always very high. I am a quick learner and found I enjoyed sex quite a bit. Most nights, regardless of which man came to me, I was expected to seduce them, play the game or games they had come with in mind. Then we would sleep for a while and wake up to do it all again. Sometimes they would be tireless in ravaging my body and I would get no sleep that night. The men I was with fell in love with me, which was a complete breaking of the rules. But I wanted to stay with them and they wanted to stay with me, so we kept that secret very secret. When it was time to leave, it was a terrible loss. Does having that information make you feel better? Does it make you despise me?" Alina had told her story in a voice, deep and sexy, almost so soft he could barely hear her. It created a sense of peacefulness and an intimacy he had never felt before.

Alina's hand still brushed Bruce's body, sliding under his shirt and stroking his fabulous chest, and he was mesmerized by her touch and her story telling. He was also hard as a rock.

He quietly asked, not wanting to break the silence and peace surrounding them, "Did you love them?"

Alina smiled at Bruce, carefully working his loose button down shirt off of him. She had undone the buttons without him even noticing while she told her story. "No, baby. I have never been in love. Not until now. That is why while I give you everything without reservation, you could crush me completely if you were to not feel the same way."

Bruce paused, thinking what his life was before Alina came into his life. He had purpose, but he did not have love, he did not have passion, he did not have anyone who could meet him step for step, who he could honestly let his guard down with. "I am not disgusted by your sexual education, I only hope I can live up to what you have grown to expect. I love you completely, without reservation. You have come into my life to save me and you have. I want a different life then I have ever had. I needed you, who has traveled almost the same journey, to bring me that realization. I trust you implicitly with what are powerful feelings, maybe for anyone, but especially for me since I have never had those feelings before. I think that is part of why I am driven, needing to touch you constantly. To make sure you are real, to know you are with me, to imprint your body and your mind on mine." His hands had been stroking her exposed abdomen and wrapping themselves in her hair during her response to his questions. Now, he slowly and never taking his eyes off of hers began to unbutton her top. The four buttons were tiny, but his fingers like the rest of him were agile. He pushed the top away raising her body slightly to remove it completely, leaving her in her black lace bra. He moved his eyes to the rising and falling of her breasts, watching the bra move with it. Bruce took his hands and moved them lightly over her breasts watching her breathing speed up. Her hands were still on his chest, doing much the same thing. He took his thumb and forefinger and pulled the top of first one lace cup and then the other down to the wire that cupped her breast underneath, forcing both breasts and nipples up and out, jutting themselves forward as if inviting him to ravish them.

Bruce slid Alina into the middle of the sofa while sliding himself over her. He brought his lips to hers gently, sliding his tongue along her lips begging entry into her hot mouth. She opened to him as she always had, as she always would, allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues did a passionate dance, lips meeting lips, all very gentle and loving. He slid his mouth away from hers, kissing behind her ears, down her jaw line, dragging his tongue and lips down her neck leaving small marks in his wake. He reached her breasts, lifted and pushed out to receive him. His voice was gravelly and deep, his Batman voice even though it was clearly Bruce with her. He nuzzled her breasts, "I want your breasts like this always. I want to know that whatever you are wearing, underneath your breasts are always waiting for me, waiting for me to take them."

Alina laughed softly at his proposal giving him a very skeptical look with her eyebrows, but didn't say anything. He could have his little fantasy, but that is all it would be. Bruce started to gently suckle and lick at her breasts. Her nipples became hard little buds at the roughness of his tongue and the sucking sensation. Warm fluid rushed into her channel and she could feel her body start to tighten. As she started to squirm he could tell her arousal was starting to climb. He bit down gently but hard enough to bring a gasp from her mouth and she involuntarily thrust upwards. He laughed lightly at her responsiveness. He loved that he could make her twist and squirm and he had hardly done anything yet. It seemed only fair since she gave him a perpetual hard-on all day and all night.

He continued his slide down her body licking and tasting her soft skin. His tongue stayed busy tasting her while his hands started to undo her low cut jeans. He raised his head slightly, as his fingers dipped between her lower abdomen and her jeans. His low, deep voice spoke again, "There is only about 2 inches from the top of your jeans to your," he slid two fingers into her deep wetness…"pussy. These jeans should be made illegal. They are way too dangerous." She squirmed and moaned as he played with her, even with her jeans on. He finally withdrew his hand, and she groaned with disappointment. He quickly finished undoing her jeans and raised himself up to pull them off of her. He dropped them over the couch, leaving her naked in front of him except for her bra. "God, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known." He loved her body, the way her stomach tighten as her body responded to his touch, the way her nipples stayed hard for him almost always, and the hot tight channel that squeezed him so possessively.

But he wanted her more than naked in front of him. When she talked earlier about school and being made vulnerable, it struck him. Alina was never vulnerable. He wanted her vulnerable to him. He took one leg and placed it on the floor and gently took her other and placed it over the top of the sofa. She was now completely open to him. Her utterance was soft but there was a there was a hint of anxiety. He wanted her trusting him completely unafraid. Leaving her where she was, he moved his body to cover hers and looked into her eyes. "Do you trust me Alina? Do you believe that even though you are completely open to me that I will only love you and not hurt you?"

She hesitated but when she looked into his eyes, deep into his eyes where she saw love and passion and need. "I do trust you, Bruce. Make love to me. I am yours." He smiled at her response and kissed her gently, and then slipped back down her body, sitting on his knees. He lowered his head between her widely spread legs and parted her already wet folds so he could reach her most sensitive place. Before he got started, he raised his head to look at her from his position between her legs. "Alina, you are a goddess and I am a mere servant to you. Let me worship you." She nodded her head slightly and leaned back against the sofa arm to watch and enjoy. His rough tongue rubbed against her hyper-sensitive skin, drawing a soft moan from her. He licked her already rich cream, which as she became more intoxicated to his touch caused even more to flow from her. Bruce easily found the hard nub of her clit and started to lick and suck on it as Alina started to thrash around. "Bruce baby, please."

"We are just getting started baby." He continued licking and sucking, even occasionally biting at her clit drawing moans and cries from Alina. He slowly added fingers to the torture, ultimately four fingers stretching her tight channel. He moved his mouth against her as his fingers pushed in and out of her body, slickness was pouring from her and she was thrusting against his hand while his fingers fucked her. She had several minor orgasms, creating the wetness and sending tremors down her body he could feel through his fingers. She was shaking and trembling, crying out for him to bring her all the way and ultimately he gave in to her cries. He rapidly bit and licked at her clit while his fingers started to move faster and faster. Her thrashing became so powerful he was afraid she might fall off the couch before she finally came. When her body finally gave in to his ministrations, she screamed out her orgasm calling his name. He lapped up some more of her delicious fluid, licking it from her thighs and her inner folds. When he had had enough, he crawled up her body and rested in her arms, feeling her breathing start to slow. He thought she might fall asleep right there, after she had repositioned her legs and was comfortable. But within a few minutes, she whispered to him, "Baby now it is your turn. You think you can take it?"

"I've been hard as a rock since dinner, and this only made it more difficult. Whatever it is that is my turn won't take long." Alina laughed softly asking him to stand so she could remove his pants. Soon he stood and before long he was as naked as she was. Bruce was one of the most endowed men she had ever known. She thought she must be one of the luckiest women in the world.

"Baby, it's best if we do this standing against a wall or laying down. Personally, I prefer standing. It seems more like I am worshipping your body. Just standing like you are now will be harder for you because your knees might get weak and you won't have anything to hold you up. How about over there against the wall?" Alina motioned to the wall across the room with dark mahogany paneling. Bruce gave her a hesitant smile and pulled her up in front of him, kissing her deeply, his rough day old beard scratching her relentlessly. They both knew that by the end of the night, she would be raw in several places. She gently ended the kiss and led him over to the wall leaning him carefully against it.

Alina kissed Bruce again, loving the taste of her in his mouth. She slowly, like a snake descending a tree, slid down his body, licking, biting, and sucking every sensitive point until she found herself on her knees in front of him. "You are now my god, and I am but your humble servant. I hope you find my offering adequate, Master Wayne."

He snickered at her use of Alfred's moniker for him. He was certainly not master over Alina as she had shown so many times. His breath caught as she licked the copious pre-cum off of his tip, swirling her hot tongue around the entire sensitive head, pointing her tongue digging into the little divot at the very tip. He groaned as she drilled her tongue into that tiny hole. While her tongue was making him weak, she used her finger to pull some of her own silken fluid from her body to use as lubricant as she slid her very wet finger into his ass finding his prostate easily. Bruce gasped at the surprise entry and as her finger slid onto his prostate, the wall was suddenly holding all of his weight. She had been right about his knees buckling without the help to hold him up. Her mouth started to trace the vein that ran down the length of his cock. Bruce moaned at the sensation. Alina moved downwards taking him in, the heat of her mouth increasing the tightness he already felt. Every time he thought he couldn't get any harder, there she was doing something that made him grow. Soon she had him completely in her mouth, and as she began to pull back she increased the suction and pushed on his prostate bringing an even louder groan from him. This continued, swallow, squeeze, suck, push as Alina slowly started to speed things up. Her free hand fondled and rolled his balls like Chinese medicine balls. She never stopped her other movements until ultimately Bruce felt he had to take control of the pace. He was dying at the slow progression of speed. He wanted to come so badly now. Everything felt so good he thought he might explode and incinerate like one of those Bat bombs. He took her head gently between his hands and started to move Alina's head faster and faster. She matched him move for move, sucking at the right time, lubricating with her hot saliva on the way down, pushing on his prostate on the way up. His moans and groans were becoming loud as he was approaching his climax. His rhythm fell off but hers never did. She released his balls as they had drawn up close to his body and the time was close. She needed at least one hand to brace herself as he would soon force himself deeply into her mouth, spilling his seed. His speed was becoming a challenge for Alina to keep up with, but using her free hand to pull her closer to him by putting it behind his ass, she managed the last few strokes until he finally spilled completely his hot seed into her mouth. She used her hand on his ass to slow the pace so she could milk him completely before he pulled out. Bruce's sweaty body pulled out of her mouth and slid down the wall to the ground. She was no longer touching him or inside him any longer. She had licked him clean and kissed him long and deep so he could taste himself. Then she went to wash her hands before she returned to him and he took her in his arms.

They sat there, a huddled mass of nakedness, one breathing and one trying to regain breath. Bruce sighed in her wonderful hair, feeling absolute contentment. That had been so wonderful he didn't even know what to say. He tried to find his voice but it failed him. She grinned at him wickedly, leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. "I know baby, I know," while she held two fingers over his lips.