In the morning, I got ready for a day with Bruce, making a breakfast smoothie out of the fruit in the fridge. I got a text from Bruce saying he was in the lobby and I poured my drink into a go cup and headed down stairs. I found him in the middle talking to the day guard, and I smiled. Walking over, he bid the guard goodbye and led me outside.

"What are you drinking?"

"A banana berry smoothie. Wanna try?"

"Sure."

He took a sip and said, "This is really good."

"Thanks. So what are we gonna do today?"

"I have some rooms in the manor that need refurnishing."

"Which ones?"

"Well, my mother's plant room for one."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"I don't know."

"Why don't you put plants in it?"

"I'm afraid I won't remember to care for them. I was thinking a weight room."

I laughed, "Sounds great."

"I was also thinking of getting some things for the penthouse while we were out."

I frowned, "Why? It's already furnished."

"Well to make it more personal for you."

I frowned, "I'm not going to be staying there forever, Bruce."

He held up his hands, "It was just an idea."

"Well thank you."

We made it to the first store and I let Bruce go do his thing. I was wondering around when my phone rang. Pulling it out of my pocket, I saw it was my employer. I made a motion to Bruce to let him know I'd be outside and I answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Bethany Elwood, just the woman I wanted to talk to."

I smiled, "What can I help you with, Mr Sinclaire?"

"Well I'm looking at a painting right now, and I need to know if it's real or not."

I gave a mock sigh, "Oh, it's going to be one of those calls today, is it?"

He chuckled, "Only going to bother you with work today. Though I do miss your company."

"Whose artwork is it?"

"It's a Monet."

"Wow, daring."

He chuckled, "Only the best."

"Not a usual part of your collection."

"It's an iris painting."

I smiled, "Send me a picture of the signature as close and as clear as you can, one of the painting itself, a few individual shots of the flowers, and a picture of the colors as true to their actual colors as your possibly can get them. Or… you could just wait for me to get back from vacation like we planned, and I'll look at all of the pretty pictures you have on hold."

"Can't on this one, love. It's a limited time offer."

"Hmm, I see. So yeah, get me those pictures and I'll tell you what I think of it. Tell the seller to give me twenty four hours to do proper research on the piece and I'll get back to you."

"Thanks love. You're the best."

"I'll talk to you later."

I turned around to find Bruce standing behind me. "Business call?"

I smiled, "My employer, always on the hunt for the best collection piece."

Bruce smiled, "Ready to move on?"

I gave him an apologetic frown, "I'm sorry. I need to get to a computer so I can figure this deal out."

Bruce frowned, "But-"

"You'll do fine without me. I know nothing about weight rooms. You'll be fine."

I bid him goodbye and went back to the penthouse, opening my computer and began diving in on Monet. I worked through the day, following the provenance of this particular piece. I studied the images that were sent to me, studying for the telltale signs of Monet. I didn't pay attention to the time until a buzzing sound came ringing through the apartment. I jumped and went to the nearest intercom pad. Pressing down on the talk button I asked, "Hello?"

"Sorry to disturb you, ma'am, but I have a gentleman named Jonathan Crane here."

"Oh," I looked at my study table and saw the mess it was in. Looking outside I saw that it was clearly evening, "Um yes, please send him up."

I went to the table and quickly gathered up the pages I had been scribbling on. The elevator doors opened and Jonathan stepped around the corner observing the penthouse. He found me and held his hands up, "I thought you were with Mr Wayne."

I cringed, "Um… yeah, my employer called asking about a painting… I left him to make sure it was worth it. I completely forgot to check the time, I'm so sorry."

Jonathan smiled, "No problem."

I smiled, "Um… give me… a few more minutes? I just need to finish studying one flower."

Jonathan smiled, "Of course."

I smiled and gave him a kiss and directed him to make himself at home. I sat back down and began my comparison of the last flower. It took me less than a few minutes, and I opened my email. Composing a quick message to Mr Sinclaire, I closed my computer and looked up to see Jonathan watching me. Smiling I leaned back in my chair, "What?"

"You're really sexy when you're researching."

I smiled, "Oh yeah?"

"Mh-hm."

I stood up and made my way to him. He was sitting on a couch allowing me to straddle him. He looked up at me shocked, but he recovered. Grabbing ahold of my hair, he pulled me down into a kiss which I returned. I gripped the front of his shirt holding myself to him, grinding my middle into his. He groaned into the kiss, but pulled away to run his hands up my shirt. Lifting it over my head, he threw it to the floor where it fell with a soft puft. I worked on the buttons of his shirt, expertly getting it open in seconds. Pushing it off of his arm, I removed it with his jacket and we went back into the kiss. His hands moved up my sides to my back where they undid my bra, I gasped as he groaped them under the loosened garment, his thumbs making tight circles around my tightened nipples. I moaned into the kiss and pulled the bra off my arms throwing it somewhere in the room. Jonathan sat up, wrapping his arms around me pressing my naked chest to his, then he pulled away, "Where is the bedroom?"

Getting up, I pulled on his arm leading him down the hallway to the master bedroom. I stopped at the edge of the bed, letting him walk into my waiting kiss. He went for the button of my pants, and I his. We rid each other of our remaining clothes and awkwardly crawled into bed, where Jonathan pushed me down. He gave me a smile and inserted two of his fingers in me, causing me to gasp. I kissed him letting my tongue explore his mouth. I gasped as he twisted his fingers finding a sweet spot. I arched my back, moving my hips to give him more access. He smiled as I pulled away to lay against the bed, moving his mouth to suck on my breast. I moaned as he continued his assault inside me and his sucking on my tit. I clung to the sheets, twisting them as my moaning increased. He switched to the other breast and I gasped, my insides clenching over his fingers. He pulled away and watched me as I calmed down. He pulled his fingers out of me and I pouted.

"Still want me to make you forget about Bruce Wayne?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"I've decided that I'm very upset about it."

I felt a smile twitch on my lips as I asked, "How upset?"

He stroked my wet folds, teasing my clit. "Very."

"I'm sorry."

His finger found my clit and pressed on it making me gasp, "I don't think you are."

I swallowed before saying, "But I am." My voice came out breathy.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson."

I gasped as his fingers moved over me, "A lesson?"

Jonathan nodded, "Oh yes. I think you need to be taught a very serious lesson."

"And what lesson is that?"

Leaning down, Jonathan moved his face close to mine. I could have kissed him easily by puckering my lips if I wanted to. Instead, I looked into his eyes which were cold as steel. He watched me for a moment before saying, "You're mine."

Removing his hand from my now dripping folds, he stuck his fingers in my mouth and I willing licked them clean of my watched me as I moved my mouth over his fingers, his expression the same stern look from before. I looked up at him as I sucked on his fingers, moving them in and out of my mouth. Finally, he pulled his hand away saying, "I like what you do with your mouth."

Sitting up, I gave him a smile, "Yeah?"

Gripping my hair, he pulled my head back and said, "'Yes, sir.' Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Jerking my hair a bit he asked, "What?"

I gasped a bit at the pain and said, "Yes sir."

"Very good." Letting me go, he gave me a rough kiss before pushing my mouth to his hardened member. Laying back on the bed, he watched as I put my lips around him. He gently gripped the side of my head and pushed my head further down, watching as I was forced to take all of him in my mouth. I kept my eyes locked on his, and after holding all of him in my mouth for a few seconds, he released my head and allowed me to move over him. Occasionally he would buck his hips sending him further into my mouth and I let him. His hand tangled in my hair as I licked and sucked him, making sure he was well satisfied. I focused on the head of his penis when he sat up and pulled me away. Pushing me up the bed until my back was against the headrest, he knelt between me as I looked at him. My breath hitched as I waited for what he was going to do next. He knelt down between my knees and again reached down and fingered me. I leaned my head against the bedrest and watched him as he watched me. My mouth slackened as I whimpered at his touch. His expression was that stern look from before as he said, "Do you think you should be forgiven?"

"Yes."

His fingers hooked and came to an abrupt stop inside me, "What?"

"Yes sir! Yes sir. I'm sorry, sir. Yes, I think I should be forgiven, sir."

Moving close to me again he whispered, "Beg."

I caught my breath for a second and said, "Please forgive me, sir. I'm so sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry for not being yours, sir."

He let a sly smile cross his face, "And what did we learn from this?"

He moved his fingers inside me causing me to give a gasp. In a strained voice I said, "I'm yours."

"Do you think you should be forgiven?"

"Oh yes, please. Please let me be forgiven. Oh for the love of God, let me be forgiven."

Taking his hand out of me, he knelt in front of me and pulled me away from the bedrest. Spreading my legs with his, he positioned me over his hard member and slid me down over him. I let out a gasp as I shuddered with pleasure of finally having him inside me. He gasped as well and watched as my face displayed every wave of pleasure I felt. He bucked his hips against mine and I gasped again, looking at him with heavy lidded eyes. Holding me to him, he began to move inside me, watching as I reacted to his movements. My head fell back limp, but his hand gripped my hair and hoisted my face back to his. I opened my eyes and watched him, moving with him as he fucked me. Laying me down on the bed, he gained more control over the speed and continued to move in me. Pinning my hands to the bed over my head he gave me a smile, "Deja Vu."

I smiled back, "Hopefully not."

His smile widened and he bent down to kiss me. Pulling away, he increased his speed and I threw my head back into the bed, crying out. He smiled and continued his pace until we both climaxed. Pulling out of me, he laid down next to me on the bed, both of us panting to catch our breath. Turning to him, I smiled, "Shit. I'm so pissed that was interrupted."

"Oh, you and me both, Miss Elwood."

I laughed, "I'm glad I stayed."

Looking at me Jonathan gave me a smile, "Me too."