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A Kiss Is Deadlier if You Mean it
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult ++
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2
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4,230
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3
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I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Cats like to Play
Selina twisted her key into the lock of her door, before pushing it open. She placed her keys on a hook and rubbed her tired eyes. Work was beginning to take a toll on her. She searched for the light switch in her dark apartment. Selina let out a sigh of relief as she found it, turning the lights on.
“Hello, Miss Kyle,” Dr. Crane smiled, sitting on her shabby couch.
Selina let out a surprised squeak.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Well you broke into my office, I decided to return the favor,” he replied, a smile forming on his lips.
She smirked a little and removed her brown overcoat, underneath which she was wearing a brown pencil skirt and a soft blue blouse.
“I’m disappointed to see that you aren’t wearing that delightful leather suit,” he said, his eyes not leaving her body.
“Well, it’s hardly proper work attire,” she grinned, making her way over to him.
“If you worked for me, I would require you to wear it,” he said.
“I’m sure if I worked for you, you would require me to do a lot of things,” she smiled, perching herself on the arm of the couch.
“That would be very true,” he whispered, sliding a warm hand up her leg to her thigh.
Selina purred and licked her lips from his touch.
“Do you like me touching you?” he asked, sliding his hand all the way up her leg, snapping the garter free.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
His hand slid across her panties as he unsnapped the other one. With a steadied hand he removed her four inch black pumps and let each drop to the floor with a little thud. Then he rolled each stocking down her milky white legs. Placing his hands on her hips he pulled her off the arm of the couch and into his lap. His long slender fingers traveled over her neck and down to her blouse. Slowly, he undid each button before pulling the shirt open and rubbing the pad of his thumb over her rosy nipple concealed beneath a sheer black bra.
Selina’s vivid blue eyes fluttered shut as Jonathan tugged the blouse from her body. His fingers slipped around her back, unclasping her bra. She fluttered her eyes back open as his fingers traveled down her breast bone and to her navel.
“Stand up,” he lightly commanded.
Shakily, Selina rose to her feet. With one hand on her hip, he reached back and slowly pulled the zipper of her skirt down. It fell into a puddle around her bare feet. His fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to join her skirt. She stepped out of them and let out a very small yelp of surprise when Jonathan pulled her face down over his lap. His hand traveled down her back to her ass.
“Such soft skin,” he said, running his hand down her calf.
“I like to keep it that way,” she replied, enjoying his touch.
His palm cracked against the delicate curve of her ass. Selina bit her bottom lip. Jonathan grinned and did it again. He enjoyed watching her squirm over his lap.
“Do you enjoy this?” he asked, spanking her again.
“Yes,” she purred.
Jonathan delivered five more quick smacks to her milky ass. Selina purred and wiggled over his lap.
“Such a naughty kitty,” he lightly scolded.
“Mmm, you have no idea,” she purred.
“Show me.”
Selina moved to straddle his lap and kissed him hard. She pulled his tie off and unzipped his trousers. With a playfully grin on his face, she dropped between his legs, pulling his pants down. Jonathan lifted his hips to assist her. Her tongue darted across the tip of his cock. Jonathan let out a stifled moan, which made Selina grin inwardly.
Slowly, Selina took him into her mouth. Jonathan tensed against the couch as her tongue swirled up his head and sunk even deeper into her mouth. He closed his eyes and let her warm wet mouth pleasure him. Her blood red nails dug into his hips as she sucked and lapped. His hand moved to the back of her head and his fingers tangled into her blonde locks.
As his cock hit the back of her throat, Selina let out a low moan, sending vibrations all through him. God, she was good. Jonathan bucked his hips as he came deep into her throat. Selina removed her mouth and shook her hair out of her face.
“Did I show you well enough?” she asked, her blue eyes flashing.
“Yes,” he said, petting her head lightly.
She smiled and let out a small purr. Jonathan reached down and pulled her back into his lap. She ran her tongue up his face.
“Kitty likes to play doesn’t she?” he asked, cupping one of her breasts.
“Of course she does, kitties are very active.”
“Oh, I can tell.”
He scratched behind her left ear, making her purr deeply. Damn, the woman had being a cat down to the T.
“I think I need to get kitty a collar. A nice black one with spikes,” he said, circling her nipple with his thumb.
“I’d only wear it with you around. I can’t have people thinking I belong to someone,” she said, nibbling on his ear.
“Of course. I would never ask that, besides, I don’t want to get tied down anyways,” he replied.
“Oh, no, not when you have little Miss Rachel to play with.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“How do you know about that?”
“I prowl the streets at night; I know everyone’s dirty little secrets.”
“Really? Even Bruce Wayne’s?”
She smirked.
“Especially his.”
Jonathan kissed the base of her throat before shoving her off him. She let out an annoyed hiss.
“Sorry, kitty, I have an appointment to get to,” he said, pulling his pants back up.
“You could have just asked me to move,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Yeah, well I don’t do things the easy way,” he said, heading for the door.
“Of course you don’t.”
He chuckled to himself and opened the door.
“See you around, Catwoman.”
“See you, Scarecrow.”
Selina stretched out on her shabby little couch and smiled as Miss Kitty hopped through the window. She picked her up and placed her on her chest.
“So Miss Kitty, what has Gotham been up to tonight?” she asked, scratching behind her ear.
Jonathan walked back into his dark, cold office. Rachel sat in a chair, patiently waiting for him. He smirked and adjusted his glasses before walking over to her. He ran his fingers through her hair before tugging her head back. She winced and whimpered.
“You’re late,” she stammered.
“I had other business to attend to,” he said, forcing to her to her feet.
He pulled her over to his desk and bent her over it. She was wearing this black skirt that annoyed the shit out of him, it wasn’t attractive or sexy at all. He opened up his drawer and pulled a paddle out.
“Hello, Miss Kyle,” Dr. Crane smiled, sitting on her shabby couch.
Selina let out a surprised squeak.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Well you broke into my office, I decided to return the favor,” he replied, a smile forming on his lips.
She smirked a little and removed her brown overcoat, underneath which she was wearing a brown pencil skirt and a soft blue blouse.
“I’m disappointed to see that you aren’t wearing that delightful leather suit,” he said, his eyes not leaving her body.
“Well, it’s hardly proper work attire,” she grinned, making her way over to him.
“If you worked for me, I would require you to wear it,” he said.
“I’m sure if I worked for you, you would require me to do a lot of things,” she smiled, perching herself on the arm of the couch.
“That would be very true,” he whispered, sliding a warm hand up her leg to her thigh.
Selina purred and licked her lips from his touch.
“Do you like me touching you?” he asked, sliding his hand all the way up her leg, snapping the garter free.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
His hand slid across her panties as he unsnapped the other one. With a steadied hand he removed her four inch black pumps and let each drop to the floor with a little thud. Then he rolled each stocking down her milky white legs. Placing his hands on her hips he pulled her off the arm of the couch and into his lap. His long slender fingers traveled over her neck and down to her blouse. Slowly, he undid each button before pulling the shirt open and rubbing the pad of his thumb over her rosy nipple concealed beneath a sheer black bra.
Selina’s vivid blue eyes fluttered shut as Jonathan tugged the blouse from her body. His fingers slipped around her back, unclasping her bra. She fluttered her eyes back open as his fingers traveled down her breast bone and to her navel.
“Stand up,” he lightly commanded.
Shakily, Selina rose to her feet. With one hand on her hip, he reached back and slowly pulled the zipper of her skirt down. It fell into a puddle around her bare feet. His fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to join her skirt. She stepped out of them and let out a very small yelp of surprise when Jonathan pulled her face down over his lap. His hand traveled down her back to her ass.
“Such soft skin,” he said, running his hand down her calf.
“I like to keep it that way,” she replied, enjoying his touch.
His palm cracked against the delicate curve of her ass. Selina bit her bottom lip. Jonathan grinned and did it again. He enjoyed watching her squirm over his lap.
“Do you enjoy this?” he asked, spanking her again.
“Yes,” she purred.
Jonathan delivered five more quick smacks to her milky ass. Selina purred and wiggled over his lap.
“Such a naughty kitty,” he lightly scolded.
“Mmm, you have no idea,” she purred.
“Show me.”
Selina moved to straddle his lap and kissed him hard. She pulled his tie off and unzipped his trousers. With a playfully grin on his face, she dropped between his legs, pulling his pants down. Jonathan lifted his hips to assist her. Her tongue darted across the tip of his cock. Jonathan let out a stifled moan, which made Selina grin inwardly.
Slowly, Selina took him into her mouth. Jonathan tensed against the couch as her tongue swirled up his head and sunk even deeper into her mouth. He closed his eyes and let her warm wet mouth pleasure him. Her blood red nails dug into his hips as she sucked and lapped. His hand moved to the back of her head and his fingers tangled into her blonde locks.
As his cock hit the back of her throat, Selina let out a low moan, sending vibrations all through him. God, she was good. Jonathan bucked his hips as he came deep into her throat. Selina removed her mouth and shook her hair out of her face.
“Did I show you well enough?” she asked, her blue eyes flashing.
“Yes,” he said, petting her head lightly.
She smiled and let out a small purr. Jonathan reached down and pulled her back into his lap. She ran her tongue up his face.
“Kitty likes to play doesn’t she?” he asked, cupping one of her breasts.
“Of course she does, kitties are very active.”
“Oh, I can tell.”
He scratched behind her left ear, making her purr deeply. Damn, the woman had being a cat down to the T.
“I think I need to get kitty a collar. A nice black one with spikes,” he said, circling her nipple with his thumb.
“I’d only wear it with you around. I can’t have people thinking I belong to someone,” she said, nibbling on his ear.
“Of course. I would never ask that, besides, I don’t want to get tied down anyways,” he replied.
“Oh, no, not when you have little Miss Rachel to play with.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“How do you know about that?”
“I prowl the streets at night; I know everyone’s dirty little secrets.”
“Really? Even Bruce Wayne’s?”
She smirked.
“Especially his.”
Jonathan kissed the base of her throat before shoving her off him. She let out an annoyed hiss.
“Sorry, kitty, I have an appointment to get to,” he said, pulling his pants back up.
“You could have just asked me to move,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Yeah, well I don’t do things the easy way,” he said, heading for the door.
“Of course you don’t.”
He chuckled to himself and opened the door.
“See you around, Catwoman.”
“See you, Scarecrow.”
Selina stretched out on her shabby little couch and smiled as Miss Kitty hopped through the window. She picked her up and placed her on her chest.
“So Miss Kitty, what has Gotham been up to tonight?” she asked, scratching behind her ear.
Jonathan walked back into his dark, cold office. Rachel sat in a chair, patiently waiting for him. He smirked and adjusted his glasses before walking over to her. He ran his fingers through her hair before tugging her head back. She winced and whimpered.
“You’re late,” she stammered.
“I had other business to attend to,” he said, forcing to her to her feet.
He pulled her over to his desk and bent her over it. She was wearing this black skirt that annoyed the shit out of him, it wasn’t attractive or sexy at all. He opened up his drawer and pulled a paddle out.