EroticReverie

Bane

We made it through most of the rest of dinner prep without too many inappopriate comments from myself. Probably because I was always hypnotized by how cute she looked cooking for me. Yes, she was being paid to do it. Sometimes I pretended it was because she wanted to. That she'd do it still even if we stopped paying her too. I think she enjoyed it as much as I did. Neither of us would admit to such a thing though. 

There also wasn't much talking while eating either. Valentina ate three burritos, to my four.  

"There's two things I could eat for the rest of my life..." I said leaning back at the dinner table, her at one end, me at the other. 

"Your burritos....and pussy, your pussy specifically if you'd let me." I said, giving a burp. 

"Augh" she scoffed. "and you were doing so well not being an absolute pig." she said shaking her head.

"Does that mean I'll have to eat your burritos and somebody elses pussy as my last meal if I ever go to jail?" I asked as she rose up out of her seat, collecting her plate and walking over to get mine. 

"I don't think pussy qualifies as a last meal choice, so you don't have to worry about it." she said snatching my plate. 

"Mm" I said at the sound of her saying the word pussy. It wasn't often she used dirty words. Maybe because I used them enough for the both of us. But it was always a treat to hear her say them. 

"Maybe they'd consider it though" I said with a shrug. 

"Well do me a favor, and get yourself thrown into jail , and we can find out" she said with a shrug. Teasing me playfully. 

"I wouldn't do that to you little Valentine" I said pushing back my chair following her to the sink.  "You'd miss me too much." 

"Ha!" She let out a loud laugh as she turned on the water and started to rinse our plates. 

"Oh Bane" she shook her head.  "I'm not sure I'd miss you at all." she said. 

"Ouch" I said. She giggled. 

I placed my hands on the counter, one on either side of her caging her in, the plate in her hand slipping and falling into the water, splashing as I caged her in from behind. I let my nose nudge against her ear. 

"that's not very nice Valentine" I said quietly. 

I heard the sharp inhale of her breath and grinned. Bingo. I thought. Wondering how much I'd just turned her on. 

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Valentina

I steadied my breath quickly and made sure not to let my voice show that he had any effect what so ever by creeping up on me like that. 

"Well, I'm not paid to be nice to you." I said and leaned away from his mouth, so his breath couldnt wash over my ear and neck like that, I could feel the goosebumps under my long sleeves, and thank god I was wearing a long sleeve, so he couldnt see them. 

"Are you saying I could buy...your...." I could hear the grin in his voice. 

"NO" I say and push my ass back trying to nudge him away from me, but realize too late what I've done when I feel his hard cock hit my butt. I jump slightly, I turn to him. 

"I didn't mean to.." I say. "To do ..that" I say. He only grins. 

"Can you not mean to do it a few more times?" he asks. I glare. 

"Move Bane" I say and turn off the water and turn around to face him, he still has me caged in. I push at his one hand to try to move out of his arms. He slides to the side following me, still caging me in. 

"Bane" I look at him annoyed, and frustrated. And fucking wet.  Fuck you Bane, I think to myself as he grins at me with those sparkling brown eyes. His lashes, long, hitting his cheeks as he looks down between us. 

"Valentine" his voice is low, and his eyes look back up as he moves in closer. 

"Bane , I'm serious" I say, warning him.

"What do I have to do to make you say yes to me? To fucking submit to me." He growls and the rasp in his voice sends more goosebumps over my body.

"I'm never going to submit to you." I glare at him, trying to keep my cool, not giveway that he could undress me right now, and I probably wouldnt have the willpower to stop him. 

"Okay.." he says and steps closer, and feel his hard cock against my stomach through our clothes. 

"Then...just say yes" he whispers. I suck in a breath and turn my face when his mouth moves closer to mine. 

"No" I say and push at his chest.  "I'd rather eat glass....razors.....nails.." I say. 

He cuts me off. "Got it." he rolls his eyes. "Man...you're impossible." he says with a little smile and puts his hands into the sink and grabs one of the dishes, and a rag. 

"What are you doing...I can do those" I say. "It's my job" 

"I scratch your back...you scratch mine" he winks. 

I give a laugh of disbelief. "You can't really think if you wash a few dishes , that I'm going to spread myself for you." I say and his eyes look to me and he pauses with the dish and rag in his hand. 

"Could I convince you to just talk about how youd..." he smirks. "Spread yourself for me?" 

My cheeks heat. I shake my head. "Nope" 

"c'mon....where would you spread your legs for me?" he asks starting to wipe the dish, but he sets it back down in the water, letting the rag fall in. I watch his hands as he dries them on a towel. 

"Would you do it right here in the kitchen?" he taunts and lick his lips. I watch his tongue and the way his lower lip glistens afterwards. 

"On the counter? On the dining room table?" he grins. "In my bed?" 

I cringe. "Never...in your bed...too much traffic, ...i'd probably catch crabs" I say. 

At this he throws his head back with a laugh and then looks at me. 

"So you're saying the dining room table is an option?" He raises his brow. 

"I'm saying you should probably clean your sheets,...man whore" I say and he laughs. 

"Don't judge me for having fun, and making dreams come true" he says with a playful grin and picks up the dish loading it into the dish washer and then grabs another plate and cleans it. 

"Oh yes, you and your friends are saints for starting the Make a Dick Wish Foundation of JBH." I said with a roll of my eyes watching him clean the dishes. He laughed hard, and then looked at me still laughing, I laughed a little too. 

"Make  a Dick Wish Foundation..." he points to me, clicking his thumb at me, pointing at me with his finger. "That's pretty funny Valentine....I like that." he says. 

"Why do you always call me Valentine? You DO know that's NOT my name right?" I say, pretending to be annoyed. 

He smirks. "Yes....I know your name VAL - EN - TI - NA " he rolls his eyes with a smirk. 

"But I like calling you Valentine." he says with a shrug. 

"Why?" I ask and push myself up onto the counter a little bit away from him and sit, watching him clean the dishes for me. 

"Because you're mine." he says and looks up at me, a serious look on his face. I feel butterflies in my stomach, and ignore them. 

"I'm not yours Bane" I say. 

"Yes you are. You always have been, and always will be." he says looking at me, and I swallow hard. 

"You may hate me little Valentine...but...I don't hate you....not one bit." He says, and I feel my heart race as he pushes the faucet off and and moves towards me. His hands go to the counter on either side of me. 

"I don't  HATE you.." I say, trying to still be playful. 

"Hmmm" he says as if that surprises him. His hands go to my knees and push them apart, and he stands himself between my legs. I gulp. 

"Then tell me my Valentine." he cocks his head as he talks quietly , whispering, staring into my eyes. "What do you feel towards me then?" his hands push up the outside of my thighs over my jeans, and I feel them grip my waist and he pulls me closer to the counters edge.

My eyes fly from his mouth that's coming closer , to his eyes as they search my face for a sign that he can go for it, that he can put that soft mouth to mine. 

"A strong dislike?" I say and he smiles and shakes his head. 

"I don't think so Valentine" he says and pulls me closer again, I gasp and he pulls my legs around him up over his hips. 

"Let me have you." he whispers, his mouth dangerously close to mine, I can feel his breath. 

I shake my head. "No" I barely get the word out. 

The phone rings , loudly, and I jump, which makes Bane jump too. Breaking the spell he almost put me under. 

I shove myself off the counter, and leave as fast as I can. Leaving the kitchen a mess, leaving him with the rest of the dishes. Leaving before I leave a mess in my chest, by letting that playboy destroy my heart and smash it into a million pieces.