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Their steps echoed through the deep caverns under Nanda Parbat. The only thing keeping the rock walls from descending upon them are thick oak supports. Raven watched how his cape flowed behind him with every step. The light from the torches illuminated him in an ethereal glow.
“You don’t need to worry about this area much.” Raven broke out of her trance. A large iron door stood menacing before them. Damian cranked the handle. A loud creak resonated as the door swung open. He led the way into the pitch black room. Lighting a torch on the wall, a yellow glow filled the room. Raven’s eyes widened as rusted chains lined the walls. Tools she did not dare ask the purpose of the instruments decorating the walls.
“This is…”
“This has not been used since my grandfather was head of the league. My focus has been on Gotham, I’ve had no use for this room.” Damian moved to the center of the room. He turned away from the chain covered wall to his lover.
“I decommissioned the room… My father’s ways are more effective.” He watched as Raven made her way to the tools. Her eyes scanned over the hellish devices. Raven stopped over one device. It seemed almost innocent to the others. A simple short rod with two cuffs on each end.
“What does this do?”
“Just cuffs. Keeps prisoners from closing their legs.” Damian said matter-of-factly.
“L-legs?”
“Grandfather was… creative when he sought information. Spread legs made easier access to remove certain things.
“Do I want to-”
“No.”
“Why do you have that?” A blush covered her cheeks as Damian held the piece of equipment from before. The device was much smaller than the ones from the interrogation room.
“You seemed to take interest earlier, beloved.” He stepped closer, turning her away from him. Her back pressed against his front. His hardened cock made itself very apparent. Damian slowly tugged the nightgown down her body. The frigid mountain air sent chills down her body.
“Those are the ones from the dungeon?” Warm hands caressed the curves of her body. She couldn’t help but sigh as her head fell back onto his shoulders.
“No. This one is different.” He placed the heavy bar in her hands. Examining the cuffs, the leather was lined with red fur. Her fingers dragged down the bar. Two large rings to hang upon the wall. Following along the bar no longer than her forearm, a small metallic pin stood from the leather. Damian nipped at her ear, “Press it.”
Raven jumped as the bar doubled in size. Strong arms wrapped around her, holding her in place. “Do you need my arms this wide?”
He slowly turned her nude body; Her warm flesh grazing his own. “Oh no, my dear.” He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over her skin. “Don’t you remember, this is to keep your legs apart while I worship that tight pussy.”
Damian moved in, attacking where her neck and shoulder met. He bit down on her pulse, hearing her whimper. Her small hands tugged at his robes.
“Patience, Hababi.” He pushed her towards their bed, never breaking contact. A warm hand snuck around her knees, causing her to fall on her back. Damian ran his hands down her leg. He pressed kisses on her ankles before a soft click was heard. They were past the point of no return.
“Relax your legs,” he commanded. In a second, her legs were forced apart by the bar. Raven’s hand shot down to cover her exposed body. Damian swatted her hands away; her body illuminated in the candlelight. “Don’t hide what’s mine, Minx.”
“Damian,” she whined.
“I should have brought a camera, something to make all those lonely nights without you warming my bed, worth it.” Raven flinched under his feverish hand running up her legs. “I’ll have to bind you to our bed more often. It feels so natural to have you helpless for me; gives me an idea what to do to you on my birthday.”
“W-what do you plan to do?”
“Unimportant. Just focus on my hands, Hababi.” A single finger dipped into her folds. He listened as her breath grew heavy, airy moans escaping past her lips. Damian rubbed circles around her clit, avoiding the bud. Raven rolled her hips up in search of more stimulation. “How impatient. Maybe in our next session, I shall teach you how to ask for things properly.”
“I need more.” Soft kisses trailed from her mound, love bites leading up to her neck. “Please, My Lord .”
Damian growled into her neck. Finding her entrance, he swiftly pushed two fingers in her body. Raven buried her hands in his hair and tugged. Her cheeks pink with how close she already was to the edge of euphoria. She bucked her hips against him as his palm grazed her clit.
“Damian,” she moaned, “I’m so close.”
“Awe, is my love ready to cum on my finger?” Raven nodded as he added a third finger, her arousal dripping down onto their sheets.
As Raven was about to fall, Damian pulled back his hands for her and moved to stand at the end of the bed. Her soft eyes turned to fiery daggers the farther her orgasm grew.
“Damian.”
“I have a challenge for you. If I fuck you into this bed and you don’t cum on my cock, I will let you do whatever your heart’s desire to me.”
“Anything I want?”
“Any toy, position, or strap you desire. But, if you do cum, I am allowed to carry out my birthday fantasy.”
“What is your fantasy?” A small smirk grew on her lips.
“I‘ll inform you after. Are you game?”
She pondered for a moment and looked up in his eyes, “Deal.”
“Perfect.” In a split second, he grabbed the bar and flipped Raven onto her stomach. Her ass raised in the air with her face buried in pillows. “Shall we begin?”
“I thought I was getting hung up on the wall?” She tried to push herself onto her knees but was stopped by that firm hand on her back. Out of the corner of her eye, Raven eyed his now nude body. “I don’t have a good view.”
“You don’t need a view.” With a swift push forward, Damian filled her completely. “You just need to feel my cock.”
Her teeth clenched as he pounded her into the mattress. Moans echoed through the bedchamber. The sound of slapping skin rang in Raven’s ears as she quickly ascended to the peak.
“D-Damian,”she gasped. “Please, I’m so close.”
“You know the deal, my minx.” Damian grunted. He couldn’t help but edge closer to his own orgasm with each stroke. Reaching down, he harshly stroked her bud.
“Not fair!” She screamed. Her walls clenched down against her will. Waves of pleasure took over her body. Nails bit into the sheets as Damian continued his assault on her body through her orgasm.
With a few more thrust, Damian followed suit. He painted her wall, relishing in the sweet nirvana of her body and victory. He rolled to her right, leaving her body in position. Damian watched as their mixed arousal dripped down her thighs. Her legs slowly slid down, laying flat on her front.
“You cheated.” She pouted. Her tone said annoyed but her face said pure bliss.
“There were no rules, only no cumming on my cock.” Bending her legs up, he unhooked the bar from her ankles. Damian rubbed the redness from the restraints. “You did so well, Beloved.”
Raven moaned, rolling into his embrace. Soft kisses caressed her cheek. His strong arms warmed her body from the night air.
“What did I agree to?”
“Full day strapped to our bed with that vibrator you think I don’t know about buried inside you.”
Raven looked at him dumbfounded. “A full day?”
“Of course I’ll give you breaks as you need but essentially, yes.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you, Hababi.”