BE WARNED! This chapter is rated M (should be MA) for a reason! If you're not a fan of lemons, don't bother reading, and don't be messaging me about how the scene is inappropriate, please. If you ARE a fan, please enjoy :)
Jenna gave herself a moment to catch her breath before she pulled her pants up and put on a new black shirt, and she approached the door, slowly easing it open, cursing to herself as the usual low squeak from the door was prolonged due to her slow action. Fortunately, the basement was empty, and though there had been plenty of times that she dreaded running into Bane, she knew that this time around was the real deal. Her mind was still not able to completely fathom what she and the beast had done, but she didn't let herself think about it too deeply, for she figured that perhaps Isaac would be able to help her out in ways she could never help herself with the issue. She wasn't exactly thrilled about telling anybody what had happened, but she figured that perhaps Isaac could help her to shed some light on it in a different perspective to help her understand, and even offer her some advice.
Bane's door was closed still, and Jenna silently made her way toward the stairs before scurrying up them to exit out of the door. The sun had just barely begun to set, and the first thing Jenna noticed was the Challenger and Isaac's truck had been pulled out of the garage, blocking her view of the rest of the warehouse and what was inside the garage. A few other henchmen were loitering outside, and just when Jenna had reached the bottom of the stairs, Isaac rounded the vehicles and started toward her.
"Isaac," Jenna instantly spoke, stopping in front of him, and Isaac stopped as well once his eyes met hers.
"What?" He seemed impatient.
"Do you... have a minute?" Jenna asked in a quiet tone.
"Not really," he answered. "What's wrong?"
"I-it's about Bane—"
"What about him?" Isaac interrupted, his tone suggesting that he thought this issue was more important than it probably really was. Jenna stared at him for a moment before continuing.
"Something... happened... with us."
Isaac's eyes narrowed as he waited for her to go on, and he could tell she was having a difficult time with doing so.
"We..." Jenna swallowed, unable to believe she was actually about to tell him, but at this point she didn't know what else to do. Isaac had helped her out every time before, and she hoped that he'd still be able to now. "We were in his room... and we... we – we almost..." she paused, unable to make herself speak the words. Isaac was losing patience, and he widened his eyes as he leaned his head in, his gesture suggesting he was anticipating for her to go on. Unable to make herself speak the words, Jenna brought up her hands and moved them around each other as she stared at Isaac with wide eyes, hoping he'd understand, but when he continued to just stare at her she balled her hands into fists and gently pulled them back as she moved her hips forward before she bounced back on her feet. Realization instantly flooded Isaac's features, and his eyebrows furrowed as he took a small step back.
"Really? I don't have time for that discussion, Jenna!" He started to move past her, his actions confusing and startling her, and she immediately turned around to watch as he started toward the stairs.
"Look, I didn't mean to freak you out, but I'm freaked out here! I was hoping-"
"I don't want to hear about that," Isaac continued on as he started up the stairs, and once he had reached the platform he glanced over at her. "What happens between you and Bane is his and your problem. Not mine."
Before he or she could say anything else, he pulled open the door and immediately stepped inside, leaving Jenna standing on the pavement with an agape mouth as she stared at the door. What the fuck had just happened? Just about an hour prior he had been so helpful to her. What the fuck crawled up his ass? Jenna thought sourly to herself.
Chuckling erupting from the garage caught her attention, and at first she had merely glanced over her shoulder as a reaction, but when she heard female laughter she couldn't help but to cock an eyebrow. She turned around before she slowly started to approach the garage, wondering if her ears had deceived her, but just before she could peer inside the garage she could hear a female voice amongst the low murmurs from the men. Just when she glanced into the garage, a door closing caught her attention, and upon turning around she watched Isaac hop over the bar and off the platform before starting toward her. He was moving fast, but just when he proceeded past her Jenna quickly spoke his name, halting him in his tracks before he could enter the garage. He appeared just as impatient as before, but rather than backing down, Jenna held her ground.
"Can I get a cigarette?" She asked in a tone equivalent to the annoyed face he was making. Isaac sighed as he reached into his pocket to draw out the pack and lighter as he stepped toward her, and once he handed her the items Jenna watched as he reached into his pocket to pull out a five dollar bill.
"Buy your own pack," he said before turning around. His words carried a biting tone, but rather than standing there and stewing in the hurt and trying to decipher what his problem was, Jenna tried to let it go as she lit up a cigarette. As she exhaled, she finally stepped closer to the garage to peer inside, and her eyes instantly focused on the only female in the large room. She appeared tall and slender, though Jenna figured all her height was coming from the heels she wore. Dressed in black dress pants with a black, pinstripe, thin overcoat over her white shirt, the dark colors only brought out her straight, fiery red hair even more, and already Jenna could feel herself making a face. The girl was smiling a small smile as one of the henchmen told her something, and there was something about the way she rolled her eyes as she glanced away that made Jenna feel even more hateful toward her. But why? Chances were she was just some chick one of the henchmen were going to take inside, like Isaac was telling her, so why did Jenna care? I don't, she told herself as she turned away while taking another drag. But as soon as she had, her eyes instantly fell on Bane as he made his way toward her.
She exhaled slowly as she watched him approach, her stomach turning in knots while her heart accelerated, and she noticed that he had put on his thick armored vest along with some sort of leather glove on his right hand that ended just a few inches below his elbow. As he started past her, he glanced down to look at her, but once Jenna's eyes met his he immediately looked away before proceeding into the garage, leaving Jenna to instantly follow his movements and watch him from where she stood. The talking and laughter had died down, and Jenna watched the random girl start to slowly tilt her head back as Bane approached, his massive body towering over hers. She did not appear to be too afraid, however, and this only confused Jenna further.
"Ah, Ms. Karly Ann Treaffluw," Bane spoke her name loudly and slowly, and when Jenna's eyes dropped down to look at the girl now known as Karly, Jenna noticed she appeared a little uneasy due to Bane's knowledge of her full name, she guessed. Karly swallowed before she forced a small grin and daringly reached her hand out.
"Pleasure to meet you," she said, her smile never touching her eyes.
"The pleasure is all mine," Bane returned as he shook her hand, not even the slightest bit surprised when he realized how frail her grip was. Jenna watched as Karly swallowed again slightly, most likely due to Bane's voice, and when he let go of her hand, Karly took a small step back. "It is my understanding that your... expertise... is the best that money can buy?"
"Yes," Karly replied. "I was well informed of your operations and tasks I am to carry out by my father prior to my departure out here. I-"
"Good man," Bane interrupted, an all-knowing grin sliding onto his lips. Karly could tell he was smiling, although she wasn't entirely sure why he was.
"He told me nothing specific though," Karly went on, her voice dropping to a lower tone. "And to be honest I'm a little confused as to why you needed me in the first place. My-"
"It'll all be explained in due time, my dear," Bane interrupted again. "My operation and plans are far more advanced than anything I can guarantee you or Mr. Treaffluw have ever dealt with... therefore I can't just be trusting anyone with knowledge of them. When we need you, we will call, and inform you on what is to be done only when it needs to be done. For now-" he paused, taking a small step back, ready to go back inside and be through with this nearly pointless meeting. "Jenna will be escorting you to your hotel. Reservations are under your name and you are to be staying in room number fifty-three."
Jenna had jumped slightly when she heard her name, and she watched for a moment as Isaac started over to the work bench to retrieve the keys to Challenger. When she glanced back over to Bane, she noticed he had turned his head and was staring at her along with Karly. She watched as Jenna approached. Although she wore nearly the same uniform as everyone else, Karly noticed how slightly nervous she appeared to get the closer she got to Bane. Karly crossed her arms once Jenna had approached them, and she stared into her aqua eyes before Jenna glanced over at Isaac just as he approached her to hand the keys. Karly glanced away from Jenna when she noticed Bane glance back at her from the corner of her eye.
"You'll be riding in the black car," Bane said as he nodded toward the car parked outside of the garage. "We'll be keeping in touch."
The next thing Karly knew two other men were picking up her two big bags and starting toward the car to load them in the trunk. She smiled slightly and nodded, understanding her cue, and without a word she started over to the car herself to open up the passenger side door before getting inside. Jenna had turned to start over to the car too, but her body froze when she felt Bane grip her arm and pull her back toward him. It was at the tip of her tongue to scold him for grabbing her like that, but once she glanced up at him she immediately remembered who she was dealing with, and she swallowed her words back.
"The hotel is on Wadsworth street, straight off of 83, which you are to turn right on off of the property," Bane told Jenna as he motioned to the main street in front of the warehouse. "Drop her off, and only leave after she has accepted her key, do you understand?"
Why wouldn't I? Jenna wanted to sourly retort back, but rather than speaking at all, she merely nodded her head. Bane stared into her eyes for a short second longer before he finally released her arm, and he watched her for a moment as she started over to the car. Isaac stared at Jenna as she started past, and he waited for her to stop and ask him for better directions, plead for a way to get out of her task or complain about driving at night. He grew surprised, however, when Jenna said nothing to him, and continued on to the car to get inside. Jenna wanted to ask for better directions at least, but she knew Bane would probably flip if he actually witnessed her being so weak and lacking such simple confidence. And at the same time, she could feel Karly glaring at her through the windshield, and for some reason or another, Jenna didn't want this random woman to witness that either.
Before starting the car, Jenna took out a cigarette from the pack Isaac had given her, and after she lit it up, she started the car, rolled down the window slightly, and started to back away before she corrected the wheel to head straight, trying to keep her cool all the while. As she drove toward the main road, she noticed Karly resting comfortably in her seat, with her hands folded on her lap. Jenna remembered the first time she had been in this car; she had felt so disgusted with the interior and uncomfortable with allowing any part of her body to touch the exposed metal. She frowned before glancing away from Karly, and once she reached the light, she turned right onto the main road. A moment later, Karly spoke up.
"So are you the hostage around here, or something?" She asked, taking Jenna by surprised, and she glanced over to her with furrowed eyebrows. How had Karly made that to sound like such a casual question?
"No," Jenna immediately defended. Karly wasn't looking at her, and she shrugged as she continued to stare out window, remembering how nervous Jenna had looked and how Bane had grabbed her arm and forced her back toward him.
"It seems like it to me," Karly returned.
"Well I'm not," Jenna continued to defend before she took a long drag from her cigarette, thankful that the headlights had turned themselves on. She had no idea where that button would even have been located.
"If not a hostage, then what exactly are you around here?"
Jenna was still frowning. "'New recruit' is the term used the most."
"I can tell," Karly replied, her all-knowing tone of voice getting on Jenna's nerves more and more. During her 'old' life, Jenna would have never allowed anyone to speak to her like that, and now, since Bane wasn't around to witness her being disrespectful to his hired help, she wasn't going to allow it.
"And who exactly are you?" Jenna asked back now as she took another drag, Karly finally glancing over to her. Her eyes roamed over Jenna's body for a split second before she smirked.
"I'm the daughter of Tyler Treaffluw, one of the head criminals in various cities. I run and own my own securities system, offering the most advanced security technology to banks, federal buildings and the like, which comes in great handy for my father's operations. I'd assume, being one of Bane's... new recruits, that you would have heard of either me or my father?"
"Nope," Jenna replied sternly, wanting to see Karly's confidence squander suddenly. "Never heard of either of you."
"Well..." Karly began, still looking at Jenna. "You will. Bane was smart to have recruited me."
Jenna wanted to know how Bane knew of these people, but she wasn't in the mood to ask. She took another drag from her cigarette, hoping that Karly would stop talking.
–
Fortunately, the rest of the ride was silent, leaving Jenna the opportunity to concentrate on her driving and successfully find the hotel Karly was to be staying at. She tried her best to park the car in front of the building, conveniently located away from anywhere important, and she put the car in park before Karly started to open the door. Jenna watched her, slightly disappointed when she realized Karly was not one to expect help with her bags, and after Jenna heard the trunk close, she rolled her eyes to herself as she glanced away to pick up her pack of cigarettes to pull another one out.
When she finally glanced up after lighting it, she realized that Karly was still at the front desk. Jenna watched her speak with the man behind the counter through the window, and she cocked an eyebrow, knowing it did not take long to state the name of the reservations and accept the key for a hotel room. She watched now as Karly handed the man some cash before he slid over a piece of paper to her, and after Karly signed it she handed it back to the man before he handed her a room key. Jenna's eyebrows furrowed as Karly picked up her bags to start over to the elevator, and for some reason she found Karly's actions to be rather suspicious. She couldn't explain it, but suddenly she had the undying urge to find out if Karly had paid to stay in another room, and if so, which room she was now in. "My operation and plans are far more advanced than anything I can guarantee you or Mr. Treaffluw have ever dealt with... therefore I can't just be trusting anyone with knowledge of them..." Bane had told her. Jenna nodded to herself as she thought back to his words. Smart, she thought to herself. Karly, clearly, was somebody who was already proving herself untrustworthy.
Before she could stop herself, Jenna found herself taking the keys from the ignition and throwing her cigarette on the ground before she closed the door behind her. She couldn't explain why, but she felt that informing Bane of this, if anything was even going on, would be the right thing to do. Plus, she could only imagine how furious he might be if he discovered Jenna had observed Karly deceit him, and never bothered to inform him of it. If anything, Karly was probably switching rooms for her own protection, which was smart on her end, but Jenna was on team Bane, and whether she was told first hand or not, she knew it was now her duty to help ensure everything went right for him. Otherwise, it could be the death of her...
She took in a deep breath once she reached the doors, and she hoped that the man behind the counter would not recognize her. She could only imagine how hard it would be to explain to Bane that she was only trying to help him before everything went wrong. Help, Jenna repeated to herself as she opened the doors. What was wrong with her?
She tried to keep her head down as she approached the counter, remembering when Isaac commanded her to not let anyone see her eyes. Once she reached the counter, the man glanced up at her, and Jenna instantly began to speak.
"Hi, I was just wondering if a woman named Karly... Treaffluw had already checked in?"
The man turned to pick up his check-in book, but as he thumbed through it he glanced back up at Jenna.
"Perhaps. How come?"
"I'm her friend," Jenna went on. "We got separated during our road trip here."
The man bought her lie. "She just checked in. Room number seventy-nine. Do you need a room?"
"Umm, I'm not sure yet," Jenna went on smoothly with a small smile, and she fought to keep her eyes from directly looking into the man's. "I was hoping to talk to her and see what the plan is. You know, if we're staying in the same room or not?"
The man nodded slightly. "Alright," he said, and without another word he closed the book and began to turn around. Jenna grinned, proud of herself as she turned to start over to the hallway that contained the elevator, but once she approached it, she glanced over her shoulder, and once she saw the man had gone into the back, she continued down the hall to exit out of a back door.
After circling the building and getting back to her car, Jenna found the ride back to go smoothly. She wasn't sure if it was true or not, but she felt as though her driving seemed much better, for she felt as though she had an easier time keeping the car straight. She managed to get back to the warehouse smoothly, all the while proud of herself for her actions, but as she pulled into the property of the warehouse, her confidence high started to come down as she realized she was now forced to have more one-on-one time with Bane. After what had happened, she found herself dreading this more than usual.
The outside of the warehouse was bare, and after Jenna parked the car somewhat crookedly next to Isaac's truck, she locked the doors behind her, placed the keys on the work bench, and started toward the stairs. She opened the door and stepped into the warehouse, and she took in deep breaths as she descended the stairs before heading over to Bane's closed door. Once she approached it, she took another deep breath before she left three knocks on the wood, noticing finally the entire basement was empty. Where was everyone?
"Who is it?" Bane asked from where he sat at the desk, his eyes focused on the task at hand, and he waited for a response.
"Jenna," she finally replied, and his eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he carried on with what he was doing. Only after he finished, he set the item down on the desk before he slowly stood from the chair to start over to the door. When he opened it, he saw that Jenna was staring at the bottom of the door, and when she finally glanced up at him, he watched as she quickly reverted her gaze away.
"What is it, Jenna?" He finally asked her, deciding right there and then that if this wasn't deathly important, than he would have to teach her a painful lesson about when it was acceptable to bother him.
"Karly made it inside. She got her key," Jenna started, unaware that meanwhile Bane had rolled his eyes as he stepped back from the door, ready to close it.
"I never told you to check back with me, Jenna," he said, wondering why he felt so patient. "If that's all then I-"
"No," Jenna interrupted him, finally glancing up to look into his eyes. He paused just before he had been ready to close the door, and he cocked an eyebrow at her.
"She paid to stay in another room," Jenna said quickly, feeling nervousness flood her as she stared into Bane's eyes, memories of their previous actions returning to her mind. A shock ran up her spine, but she forced herself to ignore this.
"How do you know this?" Bane asked her.
"I watched her," Jenna replied. "And then I went inside to check for myself."
This news was shocking to Bane, and for a moment he was unsure of what to say. He remained staring intently at her, wondering why Jenna had felt the need to do that.
"How?"
"I asked the guy at the counter where she was staying. He told me, and I left."
"Did he recognize you?"
"It didn't seem so," Jenna said. "She's staying in room seventy-nine. Under the same name. Which if she's trying to protect herself by staying in another room, you think she'd be fucking smart enough to go under a different name," she mumbled as she glanced away, and she grew shocked when she heard Bane chuckle.
"It seems as though Ms. Treaffluw's presence annoys you greatly," Bane said, and Jenna watched as he turned around to head further into his room. Usually, this was an open invitation for Jenna to step inside as well, but before she could remind herself that it was probably a horrible idea, she found herself stepping into his room behind him. His room was practically dark, the only light shining dimly from somewhere near his bed, and she waited for her eyes to adjust as she stared at the back of his vest.
"You believe me?" She asked as he stepped up to his desk. Due to her previous behavior, Jenna couldn't help but to have a hard time believing Bane so easily believed her about this.
"Why wouldn't I?" Bane asked back. "I don't know why you would have any reason to come up with such a lie. Unless, you do have a reason?"
Jenna was about to answer, but she paused when her eyes found Bane's hands picking up two used syringes from the desk, and her eyebrows furrowed as she watched him throw them away.
"What were those?" She asked before she could stop herself, and Bane glanced over at her as he turned to face the dresser.
"Necessary nutrients the body needs to sustain," Bane replied as he bent down in front of the dresser. Jenna was still staring at him as he reached out toward the bottom drawer. Food, she thought to herself, would have been the easier answer.
"And you... injected those?"
"As I've told you, Jenna, this mask does not come off," Bane replied as he opened the drawer. There was no need to go on about this, he figured that Jenna's deathly silence meant she was through asking questions as well, though she became confused when she watched Bane take out her purse from the drawer before he closed it. He stood up slowly before glancing back at her, and Jenna glanced up at him as he handed out the bag to her.
"What's this for?"
"You managed to prove honesty, bravery, and loyalty to me tonight, without have even being asked. As a chance to further your progress, I'm offering you the opportunity to prove to me that you won't do anything senseless if I give you your items back. All I ask, however, is that you dispose of your phone."
"Why do you want me to do it?" Jenna asked, truly confused. If Bane didn't want her to have her phone, why couldn't he get rid of it himself? At the same time, Jenna was just surprised that he hadn't even broken it yet. She finally reached out to accept her purse, and she gasped slightly when her hand made contact with his. As she took hold of the bag, her fingers brushed against Bane's, and when she slowly glanced up at him, she saw he was staring at their hands. She finally took hold of the leather handle straps, and once Bane let the item slip past his fingers, Jenna let the purse slide down her arm, and she bent it at the elbow to keep it there. The room was filled with Bane's breathing, and Jenna slowly removed her glance from him just as he finally started to speak.
"As I said, I'm offering you a chance to further your progress. Dispose of the phone yourself, and perhaps things around here will become that much easier for you."
Jenna nodded slightly to herself as she glanced down into her bag, and already she could see her phone and wallet inside. She wondered if Bane would allow her to do anything with her money, and she wondered how many times Rodger had called and texted her. Oh God, Jenna thought to herself. He was probably beside himself with worry and confusion. She wondered suddenly if Bane would allow her to send him just one text message, explaining that she was alive and... well? Sorta well, Jenna thought to herself. It could be worse.
Bane had just started to turn around when Jenna finally spoke up, halting him mid-turn. "Bane?" She asked, feeling dizzy upon speaking his name. He paused before turning back around, and as Jenna stared at his boots she could feel his cold, hard gaze on her, and although she found herself wishing she hadn't spoke up at all, she willed herself to remain strong. "Could I maybe call... or text... my friend Rodger?" She asked slowly, finally lifting her head and eyes to look up at him. She was shocked to find his gaze wasn't as cold and harsh as she was expecting, and just barely she was able to detect the light gray color of his eyes. "Just to let him know I'm... okay?"
"Are you okay, Jenna?" Bane asked, his question catching her off guard.
"What?" She asked back slowly, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Given the situation and the prediction of what is to come, can you stand there and honestly tell me that your life right now is okay?"
Jenna's eyes rolled down and to the left in the thought, and she found herself feeling dizzier and dizzier. "I guess not," she spoke the truth before she could stop herself.
"Which words would you use?"
Jenna knew she'd never be able to get use to his voice. Every time he spoke, no matter the pitch or tone, it always sent a shock down her spine, making her lose her train of thought for mere seconds before she could finally concentrate again. "Confusing... unfair... unnerving... annoying..."
Jenna couldn't help but to jump slightly when she heard Bane chuckle, and her eyebrows furrowed again as she glanced up at him. Jenna's honesty was amusing, Bane couldn't help but to chuckle at her last word, but the word before had heightened his interest. "Unnerving, you say? What around here makes you lose so much confidence, or makes you that nervous?"
"You're really asking that question?" Jenna mumbled as she glanced away and crossed her arms, her bag still hanging from her arm, but as soon as the question she had meant to only ask in her head audibly escaped past her lips, she immediately glanced back to Bane, both surprised and relieved when she was able to tell he was not angry with her tone, for whatever reason...
"You," Jenna replied honestly, having a hard time believing her and Bane were having such a deep conversation. Bane couldn't help but to grin, and Jenna watched him as he turned to take a seat on the edge of his bed.
"How?" He asked her slowly, in a tone of voice that suggested he truly was curious. Jenna sighed as she turned her body to face him more, and she subconsciously took a step closer to him.
"You're not necessary the annoying one around here," Jenna began, referring to Bane's henchmen and Isaac's mood swing just previously. "But every second I feel like the potential to screw up is bigger than the opportunity to do right. I never asked for any of this, and now I'm being forced to carry out tasks that I can barely handle, and you hang death over my head every day as a threat to do what you say. It's all confusing because– because..."
She trailed off, her lips ready to remind the both of them about what had previously happened, but she had stopped herself short, not entirely ready to go there. All the while Bane had been watching her, his eyes roaming all over her face as she spoke. Her black, tangled and wavy hair appeared soft as it framed her face and hung past her shoulders. Her dark, smeared make-up that was left over from days ago made her eyelashes appear even longer than they were, and her eyes brighter. His eyes dropped down her lips, and as he stared at them –so pink and plump as she blurted out the truth– a thought occurred to him that he would have never expected to enter his mind.
He pictured them in his room, and him standing in front of her with his hands on her exposed hips. The thought sent a small shock down his spine, but that wasn't what the worst part was. As he stared down at her and her up at him, his face was free of any mask. He didn't know what the entirety of his face looked like, and he never would, but he could feel the damage that had been caused. A permanent, crooked nose that had never, and would never heal right, cut, scarred and forever bruised beyond anyone's belief... cut and crooked lips – whenever he licked them he could feel the three areas where his lips has been cut open and never healed correctly: a slash on the lower left of his lip, a slash on the upper contour of his lip that permanently caused the right corner to snarl up slightly, and a small slash that traveled horizontally along his bottom lip. The skin was raised and scarred here, and in his mind he was picturing what he would appear to look like. Jenna was staring at him, her eyes big, curious, and bright, as he stared down her, until suddenly, Bane pictured himself leaning down and actually touching his lips against hers...
The unwanted thought caused an even stronger shock to run up his spine, and he closed his eyes suddenly, willing the thoughts away, but much to his dismay they continued. His grip on her hips tightened, the kiss grew stronger and firmer, and the raging desire was powerful and unstoppable. Having never kissed anybody like that, Bane's mind took his thoughts to places he would have never imagined. As she kissed him back just as firmly, he felt her trace her tongue along the horizontal scar on his bottom lip, and he gripped her hips even tighter, tight enough to cause bruises, and he daringly did the same to her. Jenna did not pull back or squeak in pain, and rather she wrapped her arms tightly around him, bringing herself even closer to him as their tongues slowly danced...
No. That would never happen. It couldn't happen, and this was a good thing, Bane thought as he forced the images away. But the shocks and dizzy sensation remained strong. He was strong enough to never allow himself to do that, even given the chance. But... was he? He was suddenly reminded of his and Jenna's actions just a short hour prior. That plan had gone seriously amiss, and he had lost control of himself. He had just wanted to put an end to their feelings; he never expected for it to go so far, and for him to force himself to stop. He had never felt like this, ever, in his entire life, and after expecting himself to never feel this way, it was even more overbearing and shocking that he was now. All because of this random girl.
But what she had done after he ordered her out of his room was something Bane had never expected, and it had distracted him from everything ever since he witnessed her finish herself off. When she left, he had turned the TV back on to view what his cameras all around the building were picking up, as he usually did. He had watched her pace around for a moment before he turned to find his vest, but when he turned back around to casually glance back up at the TV with raging eyes, he froze entirely when he saw that she was in her cot, her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth hung open as movement occurred under the blanket, right over her most sensitive of spots. Bane couldn't tear his eyes away, his heart had begun to race as he watched her. His heart was beginning to race now just thinking back to it. He had expected Jenna to simply go back into her room and pout, not finish herself off because he had ended their actions too early. But what did it mean? That's ridiculous, Bane thought to himself. He knew what it meant. But he didn't want to face the truth. Especially when he had been left feeling built-up and unfinished himself when she closed the door behind her.
Jenna had grown incredibly silent, and she grew even more bewildered when Bane suddenly closed his eyes tightly, as if getting frustrated or trying to tune her out. He remained that way for a while, and when Jenna's eyes slid down she noticed his hands were clutched into tight fists, his muscles flexed slightly, much to her dismay. She allowed her eyes to wander up his arm slowly, and she jumped slightly when her eyes finally found his eyes open and staring back at her. At that moment, Bane knew she was more than likely thinking the same thoughts he was, and suddenly the desire to reach out and touch her grew incredibly unbearable. But regardless, Bane forced himself to remain still as he stared at her while Jenna struggled to do the same.
"Call your friend... tell him where you are and inform him that you're confused, being treated unfairly and feel unnerved because of me," Bane began in an even tone of his voice as his eyes wandered to the left in thought, Jenna's eyes still fixed intently on him. "And then I will kill him."
Jenna's lips parted. "Why?" She breathed.
"To prevent what his next, unintelligent actions would be," Bane replied in matter-of-fact tone of voice, his eyes slowly roaming back to hers. Her body was stiff, though her hands shook slightly, and it was ridiculously evident to him that she was having a hard time standing still.
"What would they be?" She had meant for her questions to put an end to or at least distract them from this increasing, tense moment, but much to her despair they were only prolonging it, and making it worse. She knew what she wanted to do, and she was ninety percent sure Bane was probably desiring the same thing. But she wouldn't dare be the first one to move. It was clear to her that after Bane had kicked her out, he was through with these moments and was desperate to put an end to them, but here she was, wrapped up in the most intense moment yet as he allowed it to happen and linger. She knew she should turn and walk out of his door right there and then, not look back and continue on outside for fresh, calming air, but not only could her body not move, but she found that she really, truly, did not want to do that at all.
"He would call the police... they would rush down here... an all out, unnecessary war would occur while your friend would find a way to sneak you away... from me."
Jenna wasn't sure if the moment had built up too much or if it was the last two words Bane had spoken, but regardless if they carried the meaning she had interpreted them to have, she lunged herself forward, her purse sliding from her arm and hitting the floor, her shaking body going against her mind one-hundred percent as all self control was lost, and just as she approached him, ready to straddle his lap, Bane was already reaching out and taking a firm hold of her hips. Her mind went fuzzy and the room spun as she expected Bane to counter her actions by shoving her away from him, but she grew not only surprised, but relieved in all the wrong ways when he only assisted her with lowering herself onto his lap. He pulled her toward him, his grip tightening, and he violently forced her down on top of him. Jenna grunted slightly when her body made contact with his, and she spread her legs further as she straightened and arched her back, her eyes sliding closed when she felt Bane's strong hands travel behind her, his fingers roaming over her ass before they traveled back up the sides of her back. Jenna couldn't help but to moan at this as she leaned forward, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that she was mere inches away from his neck.
As his fingers continued to press into her skin through her shirt and roam upwards, she couldn't help but lean forward and press her lips against the curve of his neck. Bane's eyes slid closed, and the low, barely audible groan that escaped from him only drove Jenna further, and her mind went blank as she gently bit down on his skin, desperate to use her lips on him somehow as she silently cursed him about his mask. When her teeth gently clenched down on the curve of his neck, Bane felt himself nearly lose it, and from where his hands were on the middle of her back, her stretched his fingers to clutch her shirt on either side of her spine, and he pulled, tearing the shirt apart from the middle. When Jenna felt her shirt being ripped, she bit down on him harder out of desire and slight anger, and just when she felt the cold hit her exposed back, Bane finished ripping her shirt with ease, and he carelessly dropped it to the floor.
Jenna growled –she didn't have many other black shirts– but regardless she bit down even harder, suddenly desperate to inflict some sort of pain of him, if that were at all possible, but as soon as she had Bane was suddenly slamming his hands back on her hips and standing up.
Jenna pulled away from his neck as she wrapped her legs as tight as she could around him, and she groaned when she felt him against her. Bane was heading toward the opened door, and after he moved it away from the wall with his foot, he suddenly pushed Jenna against it, slamming the door shut with a bang that echoed throughout the basement, and Jenna grunted at the slight pain. Her legs were still wrapped around him, and once she felt Bane loosen his grip on her hips and start to travel up, she knew exactly what was going to happen next, and she instantly removed her hands from his body as she leaned forward. She reached behind her to take hold of the clasp on her bra, and before Bane could rip and break this off of her as well, she easily undid it and let the black straps fall past her shoulders as she brought her arms forward again. Holding her against the door, Bane stared down at her collarbones as he brought his hands up to finish sliding the straps down her soft arms, and after she had lifted them slightly to remove the bra completely, Bane grabbed it and tossed it behind him, the bra landing directly on top of the desk after it hit the wall, underneath the TV. Bane never really had any fantasies about a situation such as this, but regardless, he found the will to carry on too strong, and he slid his fingers up Jenna's sides before firmly grabbing both of her breasts.
Jenna's eyes squeezed shut as she let out a moan. It scared her how ridiculously good Bane's giant, rough hands on her felt, and she allowed her body to lean back and her head to rest against the door as Bane moved his hands slowly up and down, his fingers roaming gently over her nipples. Bane's eyes watched his movements, his mind barely able to fathom what he was doing, but his body urged him on.
Jenna was still moaning, and only after she forced them to die down, she finally spoke up through her heavy breathing. "How far is this going to go?" She gasped, her eyes opening to stare into his when he finally glanced up at her.
"As far as it needs to," Bane replied, his voice sending electrifying chills down her spine that only added to her desires, and Bane couldn't help but to grin when Jenna brought herself closer to him as she tightened her hold on him with her legs. She was desperate to kiss him; although she found herself enjoying this more than she could have ever wanted or imagined, the moment was continuously calling for a kiss, and Jenna found herself unsure, really, of what to do next. She thought back to her dream, and what it had felt like in her thoughts to kiss him, and as she did she moved her hands over both of his arms while he moved his hands back to her hips, and she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feel of his flexed muscles while Bane enjoyed the feel of her hands on him.
The desire to see Bane shirtless again instantly caught up with her, though as her eyes roamed over his bulky vest, she wasn't entirely sure how to go about with taking it off. Various straps snapped and buckled together, but regardless of confusion, she fought through her hesitation and reached out to immediately start to try taking it off. Bane paused for a moment as Jenna struggled, and his bone chilling chuckle immediately caused Jenna to pause as well before she slowly glanced up at him.
"Do you want this off?" He asked in an amused tone of voice. Jenna merely nodded, and her eyes lowered back to his chest as he let go of her hips to undo a buckle that was attached to the large belt he wore as well. Once this was done, he started to lift the vest from his body, and Jenna followed its movement upward before Bane removed his arms from it. He let it fall carefully to the floor next to him, and he had just caught Jenna biting her lip as she stared at his chest before she reached out to rake her nails down his chest as hard as she could. Bane closed his eyes, a small groan escaping through his mask. Her nails raking down him didn't hurt in the slightest –it actually felt pretty good– but Bane understood her intentions, and he wasn't going to let them go unpunished.
"Ah," he began slowly as he opened his eyes to patiently but fiercely stare into Jenna's. "You want to play that game."
Before she could react, Bane suddenly took hold of her wrists with both of his hands, and he watched Jenna's eyes close and her face cringe as he turned her wrists and arms to a painful position, and he held them away from his body, enjoying the pained look on her face. Without warning, he suddenly turned them away from the door and took a few large steps toward his bed to let Jenna fall on top, letting the desire and intensity of the moment guide him to his next actions as they went on.
She grunted as she hit his bed, surprised with how rather stiff the mattress was, but rather than allowing her mind to enthuse the fact that she was actually on his bed, she tried not to think too much as she enjoyed the feel of Bane releasing her arms. The pain faded away, and as it did Jenna moved her right leg to the other side of him, and once she did Bane moved to lean over her, holding himself high above her with his outstretched arms. He stared into her eyes, trying to decipher the emotions they held while Jenna did the same. They both held still, wondering what, exactly, to do next. Jenna's chest heaved up and down as she struggled to catch her breath, and she listened to Bane's slow and staggered breathing, the noise filling the entire room. Eventually, staring into Bane's eyes became too intense, and Jenna glanced down as she bent both of her knees on either side of Bane. She reached down with either hand to the laces of her boots, and as she started to undo the ties Bane glanced down as well, watching her fingers pull apart the bow, and when he glanced back to her Jenna started to loosen the laces.
As she stared into his eyes, she was sickeningly disappointed when rational thoughts started to force themselves through. Her heart started to race as she finally realized what she had done and allowed, and as she continued to lay underneath him and loosen the laces, reaching as far down as she could, she began to feel nervous. She was anticipating for them to finish entirely, but would they actually? She could barely detect the same feelings lingering in Bane's eyes, and while a part of her found herself wishing that Bane would kick her out again, right now, she was also wishing that one of them would say something to break the tension.
But Bane never spoke, and neither did she. Once her laces were loosened as far as she could reach, she started to take her left boot off, trying not to move so much as she wiggled her foot to help the boot slide down her leg. The noise the boot made when it fell to the ground was the equivalent of a bomb going off in the near silent room, and Bane's eyes roamed down to her throat when she swallowed. He could sense her increasing nervousness, and much to his dismay rational thoughts had caught up to him as well.
But what was shocking was he didn't want to have them. He knew if he thought too much now, he would banish Jenna from his room again, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand the tension between them. So rather than focusing on the thoughts, he allowed himself to picture kissing her again. He became so consumed in the thought that he barely heard Jenna's right boot fall noisily to the floor, and just a short moment after, Jenna was running her fingers over his arms again.
Just that simple touch was all it took for the intensity to rush back, and as soon as it had Bane was leaning up to place both of his hands on either side of the button on Jenna's cargo pants. She watched him do this, but as soon as her eyes found his hands Bane was already pulling on the material, and Jenna's eyes widened as she felt and watched her brand new pants split apart from the middle. The urge to scream 'no!' and stop him was short lived by the time the deed was already done, and a small hint of anger washed over her when she realized literally almost everything she had been wearing was now destroyed. She stupidly reached out to grab his wrists, and without thinking she dug her nails into the skin there as hard as she could, but as soon as she felt her nails enter his skin he was suddenly reaching up with his left hand to take a firm hold of her jaw. Her body stiffened as intense pain ran from the area his fingertips squeezed on to her whole body, it seemed, and she stared up at him with slightly fearful eyes as she felt him yank her pants down. Any sign of nervous or unsure emotions had disappeared completely from his eyes, and had been replaced with fiery desire and intensity. The look in his eyes made her feel hot and nervous, but unfortunately ridiculously turned on and revengeful at the same time. She might not be able to inflict any sort of severe pain on him, but she knew exactly how she'd be able to fight back with just as much fire.
When Bane felt her kick off her pants, he loosened his grip on her jaw, and as soon as he had Jenna reached out to grab his shoulders, and out of curiosity he allowed her to push him back. Once he was up far enough to her liking, she started to move from under him, and never removing her hands from his shoulder, she pushed on them just so, signaling to Bane she wanted him to turn around and lay on his back. Bane was happy to comply. Never breaking eye contact, he turned around while Jenna did the same, and he sighed quietly when his back rested against the mattress, his head on the pillows, and his eyes widened slightly when Jenna lowered herself directly on top of him. His heart racing, his eyes followed her hands as she leaned over him, and he watched as she slid off the last undamaged article of clothing from her body, leaving her entirely exposed when she tossed her black underwear behind her. Bane watched as they hit the wall before falling to the ground, but his attention was instantly taken when he felt Jenna's fingertips sliding up his thighs toward his belt. Eyes still wide, he turned his head back to her, and he paused when Jenna leaned over slightly further until her lips were just centimeters away from his right ear from under the mask.
"Two can play at your game of pain," Jenna purred, surprised that she had even found the courage to say that, but she kept her mind blank as she grinned when she started to lean up slightly. Bane's lips parted from under his mask, and he was just about to speak until he felt Jenna's fingers slip under his massive belt. His eyes widened more as blood rushed downward, and he instinctively reached down to take a loose hold of his belt, his way of letting Jenna know that the belt would not be coming off. She had seen this when she glanced down, and she easily undid the two buttons on his pants before she unzipped them with quivering hands. As she started to slide them down, she glanced back to Bane's eyes, and her grin widened when she saw that anticipation was eating away at him as he watched her hands, lifting his hips slightly to further aid her.
The further she managed to slide his pants and underwear down, the more she could feel the muscles that laced his thighs, and she closed her eyes and let out a sigh at the feel. Once she had reached her arms back as far as she could, leaving the majority of him exposed, she brought her hands back forward as Bane finished with kicking his own boots and clothing off. In the mere seconds she had left as she hovered over him, she curiously glanced down to peek at his newest exposed body part –huge and practically pulsating with arousal and want – and she bit down on her bottom lip as she slowly glanced at him again. Bane had seen her do this, and without warning he suddenly took a firm hold of her hips, vastly enjoying the pained whimper that escaped from her as her face cringed. He understood finally what she had meant, and he was not going to allow her teasing to cause him pain in a way he never knew existed. Jenna fought through the physical pain, and in a desperate attempt to dominate, she lifted herself up before she quickly lowered herself onto his dick.
Bane's eyes widened as far as they possible could before they naturally slid closed, and as he let out a loud, prolonged sigh, Jenna couldn't help but to moan out loudly. Bane was unlike anybody she had ever felt –no one had ever filled her up so entirely, both width and length wise– and Jenna's tight, wet walls clenching around him was unlike anything Bane had ever felt before. His body tensed, his grip on her hips tightening as his own way to reclaim authority, and Jenna groaned in pain as his fingers applied pressure to the large bruises that had already formed. She gritted her teeth as she clutched on the white sheets of his bed, and she shut her eyes even tighter as she started to move her hips back and forth and side to side painstakingly slowly. Bane's grip loosed again as he was lost in the sensations caused by her, and Jenna felt her body quiver when Bane groaned. She let out a large breath before she suddenly sat up, her eyes opening along with Bane's, and she stared down at him as she began to move up and down, moving quicker and quicker as she went along. His heart racing faster and the room beginning to spin, not even a full minute after Jenna had started doing this Bane was leaning up to grab her body, and Jenna gasped as he managed to stand up. She quickly wrapped her legs around him, and before she knew it she was being shoved against the wall next to the door, her head hitting the wall harder than she would have liked.
"You're playing a dangerous game," Bane growled just as she had opened her eyes, but once she had she was instantly closing them again when Bane violently shoved himself inside her again. Pain flooded her body –Bane's size had made Jenna realize instantly that sex with him would mean slow movements at first– and as Bane started to thrust, Jenna's face twisted into an expression of pure pain. Bane grinned as he stared down at her, holding her against the wall with ease with his hands on either side of her ass, and just to add to his aggressive lesson, he squeezed on her ass nearly as hard as he could. Jenna cried out in pain and slight pleasure at this, and she titled her head back as Bane continued to show his dominance.
Eventually, the intense pain started to fade into slight pleasure, and before she knew it she was moaning again, her pained expression fading as her mouth hung open. She felt herself nearing her finish quickly, but deep down she was not ready to give into Bane. Whether it was her death wish or not, Jenna leaned forward to immediately bite the curve of Bane's neck, and just when his eyes closed and a sigh escaped from him, she quickly ran her tongue over the area she had bitten before she moved her tongue all the way up his neck, and she only stopped when she reached his jaw, just below his mask. Bane's body quivered, and he groaned again before he was suddenly turning them away from the wall. He shoved Jenna onto the edge the bed now, closest to the wall, and he continued to pound himself into her, enjoying how squeals of pain were mixed beautifully throughout her moans of pleasure.
A new, strong sensation started to overtake him once he felt the walls of Jenna's pussy clench around him, and just when she began to cry out, her eyes closing tightly as she clutched the sheets, Bane's own eyes closed as he came as well. The feeling was something he had never anticipating experiencing, and the sensation left him feeling an odd mix of empowerment, exhaustion, and desire for more.
Jenna was struggling to catch her breath once Bane had finish spilling himself into her, and his eyes slowly opened as his body went slightly numb. His gray eyes were wide as he stared down at Jenna, and though rational thoughts wanted to make themselves known, it took little effort to keep them away. Bane was breathing deeper and harder than Jenna had ever heard, and while the sound was deathly scary, it seemed to be the perfect cherry on top of the intensity. Sex had turned into a fight of dominance, and though Jenna wasn't sure who had won, she found herself feeling tired and confused as Bane pulled himself out of her. She instantly moved her body up toward the pillows on the top of the bed, but this proved to be too difficult, and she instantly cringed in pain again as her body collapsed onto the mattress. She groaned to herself as she rolled onto her stomach more, and when she felt Bane lay beside her she turned her head on the pillow to watch as he lifted his hips slightly, cringing himself, before he rested them comfortably on his side of the bed. His eyes were closed as he lay still on his back, and Jenna stared at him for a moment before her eyes wandered down his body. She was easily able to see the bite marks on his neck and the eight, bright red, long scratch marks down his chest and and stomach, and with further staring, she could see where her nails had broken through the skin on his wrist. Bane appeared incredibly tired as he fought to catch his breath, but Jenna knew that pain wise, he had definitely won. Her body throbbed and ached, and she was positive she would be unable to stand and walk, let alone simply turn over in his bed. Her legs, her lower stomach, her ass, her hips, arms, wrists and jaw all pulsated with pain, and she slowly slid her eyes closed as she struggled to focus on something else. She knew she had been successful in her own way, however, for her actions had left Bane fatigued, and caused him to be animalistic and beside himself with want and desire during their session. The satisfaction made her want to smile, but she was too tired herself to carry out the action.
The minutes passed slowly, and Jenna felt herself nearing an unconscious state as she listened to Bane's heavy breathing grow fainter and fainter. Sometime later, she felt him start to move off of the bed, and she slowly opened her heavy eyes to watch him as he sat at the edge of the bed, his back hunched. A shock ran through her as she stared at Bane's spinal scar, eying it up and down as she studied the raised and jagged skin as it branched out in every direction. Finally, Bane stood up, and she watched as he started to put his pants back on.
"Are you going to kick me out again?" She forced herself to ask, just speaking proving to be a great effort, and she closed her eyes as she waited for an answer while Bane buttoned the pants.
"You can kick yourself out," he replied, and her eyes opened in just enough time to watch Bane open his door and step outside of it. She anticipated for him to slam it behind him through her confused thoughts, but instead he closed it softly behind him, and she stared at the door for a moment as she continued to lay there, wondering why Bane hadn't furiously forced her out of the room, bare naked or not.
She closed her eyes as she sighed, fixing her head on the pillow as the desire for sleep overtook her, and when she breathed in she was instantly greeted with an odd scent that she could only describe as being musky man soap. Her eyes opened, the smell was... odd... but a moment later, after breathing it in again, she closed her eyes, a deep, insane part of her enjoying the scent, and before she knew it, a deep sleep was instantly overtaking her.
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