In a dark alleyway in the upscale part of Gotham, two figures are seen entangled around each other. The smaller figure was a woman and her back was against the wall. The broader figure was a male, his right forearm resting beside her head. The lady’s fingers lay upon the man’s jaw conservatively unlike his left hand, which lay on her hip with no such reservation. His grip was strong as he held her. She shyly placed a hand on his chest; the hesitation he felt. With his free hand he pressed her left hand against his sternum.
A soft gasp came from her lips, when she felt his firm chest against her hand. It gave her the courage to cup his cheek with her palm.
He felt her hand pressed to his chest with no fear. Their lips still locked onto one another; He had taken note of her experience, or lack thereof. She wasn’t bad, in fact she was quite well practiced, but it was clear that she was nervous at his touch and that gave away to her inexperience.
Even so, his desire for her grew, his rationality slightly muddled. His fevered hand moved to her mid back; his thumb parallel to her spine. He pulled her closer to him, deepening the kiss. She couldn’t help but moan at his abruptness. And boy, was her moan music to his ears.
As her body was pressed against his, she felt the effect their heated kissing session had on him. Her soft body against his, made his desire grow. Before he would commit to the thoughts that he wanted to do on her, he pulled away. Her soft pants fueled him; his green eyes looked at her swollen lips dangerously.
“How old are you again?” He asked as he collected his breath too. For a moment she was confused, and her violet eyes stared at him.
“I’m twenty-four.” She replied again, he had asked her age prior to them making out, and once more before that. Her eyes were clear as she replied, so he did not doubt for a second that she was lying about her age. Although, admittedly she looked younger than twenty-four. He brought his face near her left ear.
“Good.” He mumbled near her left ear. And then his face hovered dangerously so close to her face, their lips almost touching. “Let’s not dampen the mood.” He pulled away and he gently held onto her hand as she quietly observed him.
“Let’s go bring this somewhere else.” He said in a deep voice, as he brought her fingers towards his lips and kissed them fleetingly. Her violet eyes flickered, it was a promise, and an invitation.
“I-I’m staying at a lodge on the opposite side of the city.” She offered and his eyes flickered. The hand holding hers dropped slowly from his face but still holding on to the soft hands of the lady.
That part of the city was where the criminals go rampant. But to be fair the entirety of Gotham was dangerous; it just so happened it is even more so at that shitty part of the city. And a young, small, fragile girl like the woman in front of him—well the thought of her in that part of the city did not sit well with him.
His scrutinizing gaze unintentionally put the woman in front of him on edge.
“You came a long way to get to this part of the city.” He finally remarked. His initial thoughts about her revelation masked.
“I came a long way to get to Gotham.” She replied quietly, her violet eyes so very clear to the man. He was very much attracted to it. He pulled her out of the alleyway. His black slacks and shiny dress shoes paired with a dark red button up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, made the woman think: that the man before her suited this part of town well. His black hair was messy but with a purpose, and his green eyes were enchanting. His golden skin emphasized his muscles and even his clothing couldn’t hide how well toned he was.
She stepped out of the shadow of the alleyway, her short black vinyl skirt glistening against the bright city lights. Her black shirt with a print and a rip below the round collar was tucked under the high waisted skirt. Her black combat boots are dusty. Her black shoulder length hair on a messy half up half down hairstyle. She had a small black purse with a silver chain, across her chest.
Looking at the man before her made her feel that her clothes were cheap in comparison to what he was wearing. But to the man, the ripped shirt showed a peek of the curves of her upper breasts. The two slits on the front of her little skirt, made her legs even more alluring. And her all-black outfit made her pale skin almost glow as if absorbing the moonlight. All these little details he was sure she didn’t notice, made his desire for her increase. He wanted to see everything that she was barely hiding.
“I have a place nearby—we could go there and finish what we started.” He said the offer was a bit shocking to his own ears.
She couldn’t help but widen her eyes a bit, her hand wavering. Of course, he would have a place in this part of town. He fit the whole aesthetic well.
Her violet eyes flickered to the club from across the street. In fact, that was the number one and top-class club in Gotham. That was where they met.
Of course, he’d have a place in this general area. She felt even more little in front of him, and he sensed that she was self-deprecating herself. He squeezed the hand he was holding, and suddenly pulled her close to him, their lips an inch away. The bulge in his pants pressing against her pelvic firmly. His right arm held her tightly around her small waist.
And her thoughts were all forgotten because of the close proximity of the charming man before her. And particularly the thing pressing against her body. He wanted her.
“My name is Damian.” He muttered; his green eyes locked onto her violet orbs.
“I’m Raven.” She replied back, her breathing uneven at the thought of the bulge against her lower belly.
“’Well then, Raven.” He whispered to her ear deeply. “Do you want to continue this at my place?” And she couldn’t help but nod vacantly.
“Alright then, let’s get to the car.” He pulled away, gently pulling her hand to a certain direction.
Her eyes glanced again at the club. This was what she wanted. So, she shouldn’t be nervous and she gripped Damian’s hand maybe out of comfort or something else. A smile formed on Damian’s face when he felt her small hand squeeze his hand.
When they got to his black car, she didn’t recognize its brand, but she knew that it was expensive. A luxury sports car. She gazed at the man who was holding the door open for her.
He must be very rich, she thought as she slid onto the passenger’s seat. He then got in the driver’s seat and made his way to his apartment building. She was slightly nervous but the drive wasn’t very long. And she was shocked to see the enormous skyscraper in front of her.
“Who are you?” She inquired cautiously; he glanced at her with a smirk.
“I’m Damian.” He simply replied, “I will open the door for you.” She nodded in response. He stepped out of the car and the valet took the keys from him. He went around the car to open her door for her, offering his hand for her to which she gladly accepted. She glanced at the valet as they entered the building.
Damian did not particularly like the steady gaze she had on the male valet. He slipped his right hand around her left hip and squeezed her towards him. She turned to look at Damian, his gaze slightly dangerous. The squeeze a reminder. Her face slowly turned red at the thought of how this evening would progress.
As the pair stepped into the lobby, Raven gasped at the beauty of the building. White ceilings, ivory-colored walls, glistening white tiles—a chandelier. Everything about the lobby was breathing-taking, and evidently only for the upper class.
The lounge area was breath-taking. She was obviously out of place.
The female receptionist saw Damian enter, and stood up to greet him and his company. The fact that he even brought anyone- especially a woman here, was shocking to the female receptionist. But before she could even utter his name, Damian gave her a firm glance. A warning. He lifted his free hand and tilted his head ever so slightly.
The receptionist’s eyes widened, and instead of uttering her greeting she merely bowed her head a bit. Raven did not miss the interaction of Damian and the receptionist, she turned to look at him inquisitively.
“What is it, Raven?” He asked calmly with a gentle smile as he guided her to an elevator.
“Who are you really?” She asked again, and he stopped in front of the elevator that had a biometric scan.
“I think I’ve answered that, my dear.” He replied as he placed his left thumb against the scan. She stared at his thumb as he retracted it and at the same time the elevator doors opened.
Obviously, he was someone.
Damian released her waist and slipped his hand onto her hand as he stepped onto the elevator.
“Well?” He looked at her.
She could reject him now. He wasn’t forcing her, because once she stepped onto the elevator, he would not hold back.
And she could see it in his eyes, and the aura that he was giving off. The promise and invitation he gave on that dark alleyway, of how this night would end. She gripped her small purse with her free hand, that she had slung on her left shoulder while in the car ride. She was certain she wanted to do this. And she stepped into the elevator without a second thought.
The moment the elevator door closed, he pulled her into him and started kissing her lips possessively. His right arm around her waist. While his left hand held the railing to steady them, he took a step back to rest his upper back against the elevator wall.
“There is no going back now.” He told her in a husky voice, and she couldn’t help but nod as she wrapped an arm around his waist and the other hand rested on his shoulder. For a moment, she had worried about the cameras capturing them. But it was him who pulled her close, and so it should be a given that it was something not to worry about.
When the elevator pinged, Damian pulled away, the self-control he had was on its last few threads. He guided her out the elevator, and she was surprised to see a classic luxury lounge in between the elevator door and a single wood oaked door across the elevator. They passed through the lounge area and he glanced at her as they reached his door.
She knew the moment he opened the door; the last thread of his self-control would be gone. And he would take her in every way he desired. And oddly enough, she kind of looked forward to it.
Another biometric scan on a wooden door, she pondered. But as the door opened and the pair passed through the door, she couldn’t help but note that the wooden door didn’t seem to be actual wood.
Once she stepped into the space, she didn’t even have time to register her surroundings or adjust to the darkness. The door hadn’t even fully shut and Damian had already turned her around and started kissing her. His self-control is completely gone now. Even though he did not have time to adjust to the darkness, he knew his apartment well.
He grabbed onto her butt with his right hand and lifted her up as she dropped her bag on the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist for support and his hands holding her. He moved to his right and navigated through his living room to reach his bedroom door. He opened the door with his right hand and entered his bedroom. He turned and pressed her back against the door, thus closing it too.
Raven closed her eyes as she allowed herself to get lost on the feeling again. This was even more intense then when they were at the alleyway. Damian was obviously holding back at that time. Her hands on his shoulder and neck, as he sucked and nibbled on the skin that was revealed by the rip on her shirt.
He just wanted to fuck her now.
“Just do it.” She mumbled almost instantly as the thought crossed his mind. As if she had read his mind, he paused.
The invitation he needed.
“Do whatever you want with me.” She clarified, and he inhaled deeply, that was what he needed.
“Are you under birth control?” He mumbled absent-mindedly.
“I have them in my bag.” She replied between her moans.
“Would you want me to use protection?” He licked her neck.
“It’s okay if you don’t.” She sighed as he continued on by sucking her neck.
His right-hand slithered under her skirt as he teased her. And she moaned feeling her lace undergarments being pressed against her skin because of this man’s fingers. She arched her back as she unzipped her skirt for easy removal later.
Damian was occupied with teasing her with a steady speed. His lips finding hers over and over. Eventually he realized her tight skirt had loosen and he pulled his hand back from under her and he ran his hand up her back.
He felt the open zipper, and he tugged her shirt up from behind her back. He slipped his hand inside her shirt and moved his hand to her chest, lifting the shirt over her breast. He stopped from kissing her as he gazed at the skin that was enticing him from under the rip of her shirt.
Raven raised her hand to hold up her shirt for him to do what he wanted with her breasts. His hand moving down to her left rib. Her other arm tucked under his shoulder.
Her porcelain skin looked mesmerizing in the dark room. Her pink nipples erect and peeking through from under the sheer black lace bra she wore. He wondered what the point of her lace bra was. It was so thin it didn’t seem to hold any purpose. And it only covered the lower half of her breast. In fact, just one move he was sure her tits would slip out. Maybe it was for easy access and it did add an extra allurement to her body.
But no matter, her choice of undergarment was something he shouldn’t worry about. But then the thought of her wearing a matching sheer black lace under her clothes tonight, made his possessiveness burn from within him. Her skirt was so short and her sheer undergarments just laying underneath her clothes–it was a perfect recipe for a disaster.
He sucked on her right nipple roughly from over the black lace. And she gasped as she buried her face against the side of his head. He tugged on it with his teeth and the lace gave her breast a certain kind of friction from his suckling and light biting and pulling. Her insides are heated up and her nipples hardened even more.
Damian’s mind was brought back to her bra’s sheerness. He put out his tongue and licked the lace above her nipple and brought his tongue on the skin that the bra couldn’t cover and she shivered.
It was so sheer that he could just—he slipped his tongue under the lace, making sure his tongue’s path would meet her erect nipple. And he pulled the lace down with his tongue, hooking it under the curve of her breast and leaving a streak of saliva on her breast.
His tongue returned to her nipple. This time no more boundary between his mouth and her breast. He switched the arm supporting her so that his left hand could cup her left breast. With his thumb he pulled the lace down her breast, as he kneaded her left breast and nipple while his mouth worked on her right breast.
Raven moaned louder, he carried her to his bed and laid her down gently. And as his hands retracted, his right hand grabbed her underwear and pulled it down to her combat boots. His left hand grabbed her skirt and pulled it off of her completely. Their eyes locked at one another, her panting echoing within the dark room. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he studied her body as she untied her boots to tug her underwear off.
When she was done, her lower half was now completely naked. Raven turned her head to look at Damian and her eyes met his as his hands unbuttoned his pants, his shoes discarded when she had looked away. She lifted her shirt off of her as his pants completely fell off to his ankles. Her violet eyes staring at his erected dick.
She approached him as she tossed her shirt on the floor, the look on her face breath-taking to him.
“Wa-wait.” He began but her lips already met his hard penis. And how she worked her mouth on him, made him think that his deduction about her inexperience must have been completely wrong.
Damian hissed and growled at how she sucked him and licked him. Her tongue swirling around his penis, her hands deftly moving around his balls and dick. The throbbing between her legs seemed to be pulsating intensely too, but this is only something she would know.
He noticed that her black bra was still on, and Damian leaned in to unhook the thing and pulled it off of her shoulders. She felt his penis twitch within her mouth and she pulled away whilst removing her bra too. She panted as she moved back a bit, her legs spread before him, their eyes locked as he leaned into her.
He groped her and kissed her in a rougher way, but it was captivating. And as she lay completely naked before him, his naked back arched as he left kisses on her collarbone. He gathered all the strength he could to pull away.
“You’re twenty-four, right?” He asked again. She furrowed her brows but nodded. “Good.” He mumbled as he sucked on her right nipple and groped the other. Her soft moans above his head.
He pulled away from sucking her breast and kissed the base of her neck. His right hand that was resting below her breast traveled down and stopped dangerously near her crotch.
“Are you sure?” He mumbled again, his mind slowly drifting back into his undeniable desire.
“Yes.” She whispered as she placed a hand on his upper back, her left hand resting near her hip. His hand traveled even lower and as his fingers touched her womanhood, her breath hitched. And he smiled with her reaction and he placed the tips of his fingers in, swirled a bit and pulled out. From what he could feel, she was pretty tight, she was after all a small woman.
He inserted his middle finger in to test her lubrication, but what he found was that his finger alone seemed to have difficulty in entering. She was too tight for sure.
She was such a small woman, would she be able to handle him and his desires, he wondered. But her seductive moan made him forget his worry and all he could focus on was the throbbing on his dick. He wanted her now.
“Good, you’re really wet.” He said as he pulled away, and she saw his dark gaze as he looked down on her. “But a bit too tight.” Her face flushed.
“Don’t be nervous, my dear.” He said as he kissed her lips whilst inserting his middle finger slowly inside her. With a steady pace he moved his finger inside of her, while his free hand kneaded her left breast. He was gentle and didn’t force his finger in.
“Relax.” He muttered into her lips and as she sighed and moaned intermittently. After some time, his middle finger finally entered her completely. He wiggled his finger inside of her and he heard her voice hitch, he smiled as he kissed down to her sternum. He pulled out his finger and slowly worked on adding a second finger inside of her, as his lips worked around her upper body to try and keep her relaxed.
Soon after, he finally got three fingers in and he couldn’t help but sigh.
She really was too tight, what a small woman she was. He couldn’t help but to think as he placed both hands on her hip to steady her. He felt her stiffen ever so slightly against his fingertips.
“Relax.” He reminded her, the desire in his eyes undeniable.
She was embarrassed and so she brought her forearm to rest against her eyes. She did say he could do whatever he wanted to her. She could tell by the way he looked now that she would finally know exactly what he wanted to do to her, to the full extent.
He gripped her hips firmly, his eyes locked onto her embarrassed face, which just fueled his desire. He could tell this night was going to be particularly long. His desire for her seemed to reach a new threshold every second he was near her. It was rather astonishing.
At first, he slowly placed himself in her, but once his tip entered her, his thoughts went blank as he bit his lip.
He fully entered her with a rough and possessive thrust. She winced and whimpered, and he pressed her body down to minimize any movement that could harm her any further. His eyes widen, his golden-brown skin turning ashen. The hands on her hips were wavering a bit. He looked as though he had killed a man unintentionally.
“Did-did I hurt you?” His voice came wearily. “I- I’m sorry.”
She stole a peek at him, water in her eyes. “It’s- it’s not your fault.” Her voice sounded like she was close to crying. And it was like something clicked in Damian’s mind as his eyes widened in realization. Every piece falling into place and putting a clear image on his head.
“You-you.” He muttered, realizing what had happened. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is slightly on edge. Raven hid behind her arm again and he could tell she didn’t want to talk about it.
“You’re—you’re really twenty-four though, right?” He asked quietly, unmoving, slightly terrified at the thought of taking someone underage. It had almost happened to him once.
“I am.” Her brows furrowed. “I told you to do what you want with me, please, don’t make this a big deal.”
He couldn’t even be mad at this point, he sighed. “You should have told me.” He leaned in to kiss her neck.
“I’m sorry, I will be gentle.” He reassured her and he took it slowly. He kissed her and groped her and sucked on her with his lips and hands to keep her distracted from the pain of losing her virginity. Eventually, the pain was gone and her moans became alluring once again, almost begging. She had become accustomed to him, but he was still a bit weary, a bit guilty.
He should have noticed her tightness, but he was too distracted with his increasing desire that was obviously out of place. He should have noticed the moment he noted her inexperience. It was a major flaw on his part. He shouldn’t have been so rash; she had blind-sided him with her experience in a blowjob, this he couldn’t deny.
“Yes, please…” She mumbled bringing him back to his current situation. He had gained speed unconsciously and she was begging him to continue on.
Yes, indeed this night will be long. He thought as he slowed his pace to tease her.
It was hours later after multiple moans, screams, begging and orgasms from both parties that Damian truly realized how odd his behavior for the woman in his arms truly was. He wasn’t a cuddler. But look at him now, holding Raven against his chest. He certainly would never even invite a potential sexual partner to his apartment. And yet, he did for her.
He wasn’t even the type to do a one-night stand or picking a woman up randomly and in a club of all places. In fact, he would carefully pursue a potential sexual partner, or in the very least have gotten to know them significantly before sleeping with them. And admittedly he would stick to one fuck buddy for as long as able. But he supposed there was a first for everything. As long as it wasn’t someone underage. That was a line he was not willing to cross.
He had almost after all, been a victim of trickery of an underaged woman because of his family name.
When he had seen Raven at the club, the woman in his arms, she stood out like a sore thumb. She obviously did not belong at such a loud place, and clearly didn’t know anything about the club culture. He was just silently observing her, curious as to how she even caught his gaze. But when she looked as though she was avoiding phantom touches, he couldn’t seem to stand it. He got up from his chair, leaving his mindless companions and approached her through the sea of people on the dance floor.
He didn’t expect much. He didn’t even think that the night would end the way it did, when he had first seen her. He approached her blocking the greasy hands of a man in front of her. She had noticed Damian’s hands blocking the hands moving close to her. She followed where the hand came from and her violet eyes met his green eyes.
He genuinely did not expect anything, but when their eyes met, there was an undeniable connection. Her eyes were translucent and it clearly showed that she made up her mind about something. And that clarity in her eyes made him even more enamored by her.
They danced a bit, as she tried her best to avoid the wandering hands of the people around her. And unwanted body parts against her certain body parts. They had exchanged names but it was rather unclear over the loud music. And soon later he invited her out, that was how they ended up on the alleyway across from the club in the first place.
The moment their eyes met she must have made up her mind on how she wanted her evening to end. She must have made up her mind that she wanted her virginity lost and to him of all people.
He gazed down at the head on his chest.
Damian had exhausted Raven too much for her first time. And a part of him felt guilty for it, but he also felt protective—no rather it was possessive over her. He held her firmly and she softly moaned, as his eyes fluttered closed.
Raven rarely had a good night’s sleep. She was normally plagued by awful nightmares when the night came. But that night, against the chest of a man she had met at a high-end club, in the rich part of Gotham, she found that she had the best sleep she ever had in her entire life.
When she decided to lose her virginity earlier that evening, she was about fifty-fifty. She wasn’t expecting much. In fact, it wasn’t something she whole-heartedly put her heart into doing. Raven figured, that since she is in Gotham already, wouldn’t it be the best place to have her first sexual encounter.
No one knew her, and she could just slip away after the deed was done. And it wouldn’t matter because she would leave Gotham in a few weeks. But she also wanted to at least meet someone experienced, and since she was at a place, she wasn’t familiar with, she should also try things she normally doesn’t do.
That was how she ended up at the club. With a half-hearted desire that could or could not happen that night and to experience a night life in an unfamiliar place.
She was supposed to slip away at night, if she wound up sleeping with someone. But she had the best sleep in Damian’s arms. And when she woke up, she was still on his bed, but without the owner. The sunlight peeking through the cracks of the thick curtains on her left.
She was supposed to slip out at night, she recalled as she sat up. But it was clearly day and she was still on his bed.
Raven studied the room carefully. The bedroom was impossibly too big for one person. She studied the stretch of thick black curtains on her left. There was a night stand on either side of the bed. The simple furnishing, yet the wide, wide space. There was a dark round oak table with two matching chairs with arm rests on the left corner of the room by the wall of black curtains.
There was a dark blue settee against the wall facing the bed which had black and white sheet over the arm. And there was a glass coffee table with dark oak wood in front of the settee. A white canvas with a black painting atop the settee, it looked to be a landscape painting of a building that looked Arabic but filled in black with trees in the background.
The room was filled with black, white, dark blue and dark oak wood. The walls were dark blue, and the floor onyx. It was pretty grim, but the space clearly belonged to a man. The image of her first lover came to mind, and the space fit him exceptionally well.
There was a short hallway by the wall on her right. From her angle she could see that there was a white door. It didn’t appear to have anyone inside, as there were no lights from under the door.
She turned her head to look at the door beside her, he must be outside. She searched for her clothes, but it was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a white polo shirt neatly folded on the night stand on her right. It was clearly for her. She picked it up wearily and stood up, she felt extremely sore everywhere and particularly worse between her legs.
She buttoned the polo shirt and on her it looked like a dress. She cautiously and carefully stepped out of the bedroom. Because of the rush last night, she wasn’t able to study the apartment when they entered. And as she looked at the living space, she was completely in awe.
She thought that maybe she was dreaming. The bedroom she would describe as grim, but the living room looked as though it was heaven’s lounge. If she thought that the bedroom was way too big for one man, what she could see of the apartment from where she stood, could not justify a single person owning such a space.
White, gold and glass, that was all she could see, and it stretched out till the back. But she still did not see Damian. Exactly, who was this man?
She was absolutely intimidated.
“Raven?” She heard his voice and he stepped out through an archway she could not see from where she was. He was holding a plate of food; he wore a white shirt and plain black boxers. “I was going to give you breakfast in bed.” He said and she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. She was unsure of her situation.
This was not how she thought her possible morning could be after her first intercourse.
“Would you like to have breakfast in the kitchen?” He asked patiently, seeing her nervousness.
“I couldn’t find my clothes.” She stated something they both already knew, but he gave her a patient smile.
“Well, I went and washed them.” Her eyes widened in response and he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“It’s not a big deal,” He told her, but the actual truth was: that was the first time he ever washed someone else’s clothes for them. “I’ve already seen you without them after all.” He added nonchalantly.
“No-no you didn’t have to do that!” Her face was completely red at his implication and him washing her clothes for her, even her underwear was an embarrassing thought as it was. Even though he did remove them himself last night, she was still very embarrassed at having a virtually male stranger wash her clothes– especially her undergarments for her.
“Relax, it really isn’t a big deal. I honestly didn’t want you to wear them as you go down. I don’t want to have you do a walk of shame.” He smiled charismatically at her. Raven’s initial self-consciousness was gone for a moment.
“But-but that is what I get, I- I did go here—” She couldn’t finish her words, her face completely red recalling the long, long night they had.
“I was supposed to slip out at night. A one night-stand.” Raven confessed abruptly and awkwardly as she took a step forward. Hearing her confession Damian couldn’t help but feel a thump in his chest. He really did not understand why he would react that way towards a stranger. But she smiled at him and he forgot about the concerning and abnormal thump.
“It’s alright, you are inexperienced.” Her eyes flickered at his comment but she chuckled instead. Unconsciously she took a step forward and walked her way to him and he gave her a genuine smile.
“Uhm, so if my clothes are being washed—” She started.
“Oh, I asked someone to buy you clothes.” He cut in and her face froze.
“Wha-what?” The thought of someone buying her undergarments crossed her mind and she felt a different kind of embarrassment surge through her.
Raven heard him laugh thus making her mind wander to him.
“This isn’t funny!”
“I’m sorry,” He contained his laughter and cleared his throat. “Honestly, don’t worry about it. I took the liberties and asked someone to get you a selection of clothes. And from what I know of your body—” He observed her with a slick smile, his green eyes noticing her small frame in the polo shirt he prepared for her, aroused something in him, it was his shirt after all, the sight she was giving him, well, he couldn’t deny that it was very sexy.
She felt his desire and saw his gaze show the faintest hint of lust and she couldn’t stop her body from heating up under his serious stare, but he suddenly cleared his throat.
“From what I could tell and know, I think I made some good estimates of your clothing size.” His eyes looked away from her and a small part of Raven felt disappointed. “And I even asked for a number of styles, in hopes that the likelihood of you liking something at least would be raised.”
“You didn’t have to…” She mumbled and he looked at her and simply shook his head.
“It’s the least I could do after I went all out on you like that.” And her face flared up again in remembrance of the passionate night. She was surprised her throat did not feel dry at all, but she could faintly feel the throbbing pain between her legs, something she had forgotten while conversing with Damian in her shame. Standing before the man who caused it, even though there was a significant distance between them, made the space between her legs feel empty.
She cleared her throat at the thought, her eyes slightly wide.
“You must be hungry. Would you like to have breakfast in the kitchen?” She looked at him for a moment then looked at the space beside him, where he had stepped out from. She was afraid her eyes would reveal her ignited desire and so she glanced away quickly.
“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you.” She mumbled, trudging towards him.
“The kitchen is here.” He said and she noticed the archway on her left. Even the kitchen looked like perfection of its own. There was another archway across the one they passed through. On her right upon entering was a six-seater dining table. It was made of glass and had white accents.
Damian set the plate he was holding in front of the other set of food that was identical to hers. She approached the seat he placed her plate on, and he pulled the chair for her.
There was an island counter made of grey marble on the space right of the dining table with bar stools on the side closest to the dining table. On the other side of the island counter was the fridge, sink, oven and the same grey marble that stretched horizontally to each end of the wall of the room.
“Your—your apartment is beautiful.” She mumbled as she heard herself gulp down her saliva. “I guess, you still won’t tell me who you are?” She nervously laughed and he shook his head with a faint smile on his lips.
“Let’s have some breakfast, I exhausted you too much last night, especially for your first time. My apologies.” Damian said politely as he waited for her to pick up her fork. The ache between her legs finally registered in her head when he reminded her of how thoroughly he released his desires on her.
“Thank you for the breakfast.” She said again as she picked up her fork.
“I’m actually quite curious about something.” He told her and she looked up from her meal. “You were a virgin up ‘til last night, right?” She nodded in response cautiously.
“It makes one wonder, if you kept it for that long, you must have been saving it for someone.” And he hit the mark on that, and he knew he did when her body stiffened. Before he could tell her that she didn’t have to say anything she looked at him softly with a smile.
“You’re not wrong.” She quietly began as she set the fork down. “I- I had a boyfriend.” He patiently waited for her story, her eyes seeming to enter a memory.
There was the slightest anger and jealousy in his heart at the thought of her thinking of a different man, especially someone she knew longer than him. And even the thought of him reacting the way he was right now did not cross Damian as an odd thing, he was more concerned about what kind of memory she has had with her boyfriend more than anything, even his peculiar reaction.
“In fact, we only ever dated one another. We dated when we were sixteen, and we were really in-love.” He frowned as she tucked her hair behind her ear, looking away from him and recalling good memories. Her eyes sparkled at the thought of her ex, and Damian lamented.
“He knew that I wanted to save myself for marriage.” Her eyes suddenly flicker at him, and Damian was startled and he couldn’t help but think that he didn’t have a good feeling of how this story would end.
“And he respected that. At first it was shy kisses on the cheeks, which lead to shy kisses on the lips, and then slightly longer kisses on the lips. Eventually we would make out, and then longer make out sessions. He knew I wanted to save myself for marriage. And it was perfect, we were happy.” Raven had a faint smile on her lips, her eyes had wandered onto Damian’s plate.
“As we grew older, we tested a few things, and he kept within the line. Kissing, groping and hickeys, it’s how it started. And then as time passed, he wanted more- he wanted to experience more. So, a hand job there, then a blow job and for some time it was alright. And then he wanted more. He knew I wanted to save myself, it’s why we compromised. It’s why I compromised, even though I didn’t want to do those things.” She closed her eyes briefly with a sigh. When she looked at Damian, he looked ashen.
“Did—” He hesitated, his eyes quivering, she blinked in surprise. “Did he force you?” He asked in such a low voice. He was scared for her and she smiled faintly, touched by his concern.
“I wouldn’t concede to what he wanted. And in the beginning, he respected that, but then he started saying that we would marry each other someday, so I should give myself to him completely. At that point, we were dating for almost six years already. And even if I was already in my twenties, I still wanted to save myself for marriage. He didn’t even formally propose to me.” Raven licked her lips as she leaned close to the table while her head was turned to the island counter on her right. Damian waited patiently.
“He started becoming colder, would stay out late and wouldn’t tell me. It took me some time to realize, maybe I was in denial—six years— you know” She sighed heavily. “The late nights, the swollen lips paired with lipstick stains on his clothes. The undeniable smell of a woman’s perfume. He was sleeping with other people because I was unwilling.” Raven felt like she could smell the perfumes of those women and she heard Damian’s breath hitch.
“I must be an idiot, because I still stayed with him quietly for a few more months. And he would pretend and say I love you like he wasn’t doing what he was doing. At that point I saw him in the act in the shadows. Even though other women were filling what I couldn’t, he became more aggressive in his advances with me.” She felt the anger in Damian from across the table, and as she noted his clenched fists, she came to realize that it was odd that she was comfortable sharing such a thing with him.
Raven placed a hand over his clenched fist on the table. “It’s clear he didn’t get what he wanted because it was my first-time last night.”
Damian’s eyes cleared a little with the reminder. A rueful smile on his lips.
“And don’t you worry, I broke it off a few months ago already.” Raven quickly clarified.
Damian thought that it was a detail she didn’t have to clarify in such a gleeful manner, but in the back of his mind, the fact was rather reassuring. it also fueled his possessiveness for the woman across from him.
“I had personal business in Gotham. It was also a good way to stay away from my boyfriend—” She realized what she had said and corrected quickly. “I mean my ex, sorry, I haven’t talked to anyone about him being my ex, it’s quite a foreign word.” She laughed awkwardly as she shook her head.
“Well, anyways, the thing I had to attend to—ended earlier than expected, and since I had free time, the thought crossed me: what if I took this opportunity to get rid of it? You know my virginity.” She waved her hand carelessly. “And that is how I ended up at the club. I wasn’t really thinking of finding someone and just doing it. I was half-hearted with the thought, but if it did happen, I planned to slip out in the middle of the night after the deed and I would finally not have it– my virginity.” She placed her elbow on the table as she covered her mouth and her cheeks turned pink.
“I obviously did not slip away last night.” She said embarrassedly and he chuckled in response. She glanced at him with a small pout.
“I’m glad you didn’t.” He quietly said, and she was taken aback by it.
She shook her head. “You probably say that to every woman who comes here.” She was stern in her words but she noticed the soft glance and small twinkle in his eyes and then he barely shook his head.
“You might not believe this, but I have never brought a woman in here before. You are the first.” Hearing this Raven’s eyes were slightly bigger than usual. “You clearly don’t believe me.” He laughed wholeheartedly, and she glanced down on her food, her face completely red.
“You really are. In fact, I don’t sleep with just anyone, I’m rather picky, I prefer to know them significantly enough to feel like sleeping with them casually.” He said before she could say anything, she glanced up at him. His green eyes were so clear, she knew he wasn’t lying.
“Well, there is a first for everything.” She responded gently. “In fact, last night was the best sleep I’ve ever had.” Damian was startled at what she had said, and his eyes sparkled even more and his smile grew wider and was so gentle. She knew what he was going to say before he said it.
“I honestly feel the same way.” And this time, Raven’s blush was not out of embarrassment but of love. It wasn’t crazy love, but it felt like she had met someone she really connected with.
“Your breakfast looks really good.” She said hoping that she didn’t look like some lovesick girl as she picked up her fork.
“Mmhm, I can think of other things that look good.” Even though she was looking and picking on her food, she could feel his gaze on her, and it made her entire body flush.
She cleared her throat as the doorbell rang. Her body quivered due to the sudden ringing of the bell and he chuckled as he stood up.
“That must be your clothes, why don’t you continue with breakfast while I go get it.” She looked at him as he stood up and left her in the kitchen.
Raven solemnly chewed on her food as she recalled her ex-boyfriend. It was odd, it felt like that happened years ago, when in fact, it was at least six months ago. A lot has happened since then. Although that whole situation was messed up as it already was even then.
“I laid the clothes down on the bed for you to choose from.” Was the first thing Damian said as he re-entered the kitchen. And seeing her look so serious with vacant eyes, made his heartstrings strained.
“Hey, are you alright?” He asked as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Hm?” She looked up at him, her violet eyes looking less hazy. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“Thinking of what?” His tone was as light as he could muster, trying to give her peace of mind.
“That I really screwed up this potential one-night stand.” She laughed and he smiled hearing her soft laughter. Finding that he was not offended by her comment at all, as he could feel that she was teasing him. But he was genuinely glad that she didn’t slip out last night, not that she could with the way he held her.
“I think you should be flattered, you’re the first girl to ever see my apartment. And the first person who gets to taste my cooking!” He smiled at her, his eyes looking like the stars for Raven and she felt her cheeks flushed.
“Your cooking is really good.” She mumbled and he laughed.
“Well, I was extra careful, I was kind of trying to impress someone.” He leaned onto the table towards her, and she avoided his stare. “I just hope I’m a better cook than your ex.” He added lightly and she laughed.
“Oh, you definitely are.” She took a big bite of her food as she looked at him. “I hope you’d eat with me though, that is something he hasn’t done in so long.” He looked at her with furrowed brows and a thin line on his lips.
“Of course.” He finally said, picking his fork up.
“So, are you going to tell me who you are?” Raven opened up again and he burst into fits of laughter, shaking his head.
“No. I’d rather not ruin this moment.” He sounded very warm and welcoming, and Raven finally understood that his smile was so contagious. She couldn’t help but smile back at him, holding in a giggle.
“I just hope you’re not a criminal, you know?” She teased, and he quickly shook head.
“No. No! I am not!” But for a second there was a darkness in his eyes that she had detected.
“I just wouldn’t want to be left in a ditch somewhere. You just seem way too good to be true.” She quietly assessed as she took another bite.
“I’m not a bad person.” He reassured her and then hesitated. “Well, at least I’d like to think I’m not.”
She peered at him in confusion and spoke in certainty. “I don’t think you are.”
And Damian was completely taken blind-sided by her. And they continued on with their breakfast with such a warm and loving aura around them. It felt like they had known each other longer than their passionate evening yesterday. For the first time, Damian felt his apartment was filled with warmth, not the sheer coldness it always had.
“Oh, I hope you took your pill.” Damian recalled that they were fucking raw last night and Raven stopped drinking her orange juice.
“I have something to confess…” Raven mumbled and Damian actually felt fear. Was this all a trick? He’s mind feeling fragile, he didn’t want this to be a trick, he actually liked her. And to him, liking someone did not come so easily as this.
“I’ve– I’ve never been under the pill before, so there is that, but I do plan to take it if the deed did happen.” Raven avoided looking at his face in fear that he would show disdain towards her.
“Oh, that’s alright. I should have been more cautious and used a condom.”
“No– I was glad you didn’t, so I got to experience that…” Her face flushed “The way I did, uhm, the birth control is in my bag.” She cleared her throat.
“Alright, that is in the living room, I can go and get it real quick for you.” She nodded and she watched him stand up and leave. He returned with her bag and she smiled as she took it.
Raven held the birth control and took the first pill and downed it with orange juice.
“At least you get to see me drink it, not that I wouldn’t…but a witness is better than none.” Raven smiled at him and he smiled back.
Damian picked up his fork and continued eating, staring at the woman across from him.
“I’m glad you didn’t slip away last night.” He muttered under his breath and she looked up at him, her smile disappearing.
“What?” She asked not hearing his words.
“I’m glad we met.” He smiled at her, and she knew that wasn’t what he had initially said. It was what her gut was telling her, but his eyes were clearly telling her he wasn’t lying too.
“I’m glad too.” A simple and honest response.
When they finished their breakfast, she offered to help him clean. And he insisted that she didn’t have to.
“Why don’t you go take a shower instead.” He suggested.
“I should at least help you clean.” Raven muttered, the pair standing by the sink beside one another.
“You must be feeling sore, I think a hot shower would help you.” He whispered as he turned to her, and her mind was brought back to last night.
“I actually forget about the ache.” She whispered back, the pain completely forgotten, now it just felt like she was empty again.
“Still, a warm shower would really feel good.” He turned his back to the sink, trying not to think about the look on her face that was making him think naughty things.
“I don’t even know where the shower is.” Damian glanced back at her seriously and nodded.
“Here let me show you.” He placed down the plate he was holding and guided her out of the kitchen and back to the living room. Mid-way he realized that it would be odd to guide her there. He stopped in his tracks abruptly.
“There is a bathroom in my bedroom, the doors on the right, the left one is the shower.” He quickly explained turning to her who was startled that he stopped but nodded in response to his instructions. Raven was nearing his bedroom door and he had just turned around to return to the kitchen.
“Uh, wait.” Raven suddenly called out, turning to look at him and he turned around too looking concerned, her face red.
“Tha-thank you for your hospitality.” Raven shyly spoke and he nodded because words could not seem to come out of his lips. She entered his bedroom, her face feeling so red and recalled that he had laid the clothes on his bed and was shocked to see the amount of clothes he had prepared for her.
Raven was beyond mesmerized and shocked at the amount of clothes prepared, even the undergarments. Aside from different styles, there are also different color palettes. Damian didn’t even forget to add in accessories and shoes. She was certain the man she had slept with was some big shot. And that big shot had gone through extreme lengths for her.
Raven felt rather intimidated by all the clothing choices laid before her, and so she retreated into his shower instead. In the little hall there were only two doors, one on the left which was a white door and another on the right. She recalled that he told her to go to the one on the left and so she opened the door knob and was heavily astounded.
Even his bathroom was surely not meant for one person.
Raven was certain that it could be some spa room at a five-star hotel or something.
The place had white, black and gold. The floor tiles were white. The walls black.
Damian had a jacuzzi, a big space in the center for who knows what with a marble bench, an area for showering that had a glass wall and door which had a marble bench inside. By the shower area there are two sinks in front of a mirror that reached his ceiling.
Raven noticed that by the sink, there was a clean set of neatly stacked and rolled towels in white and black on the shelves on either side of the sink. She even happened to glance at all the expensive products by the sink as she picked a towel. She stared at the white towel in her hand and wondered if she could even afford dirtying it.
Raven sighed heavily and dragged her feet into his shower area. Her hands shaking as she opened the glass door, wondering if she broke the glass could she even afford to replace it if she sold her kidney. The pale woman froze when she saw his shampoo and soap and other necessities inside the shower area.
“Who-who is this man.” She muttered with shaky fingers, even his bathing things were too expensive to use. Did he expect her to use these? Should she have asked him to buy her toiletries instead of all the clothing options he gave her?
Raven took a deep breath and calmed herself down.
“He let you shower– it means you can use everything here.” She mumbled to herself trying to gain confidence.
Eventually Raven was able to shower and found confidence to even look around his bathroom for a spare toothbrush, which she found and used.
He was right though, she felt rather refreshed after the shower, or perhaps it was because the shower was expensive that she felt the need for it to be the most refreshing thing she had ever experienced in her life. And in all honesty, this was probably the closest she would get to living such a rich life.
she also realized something, he did quite the number on her body, she was peppered with so many hickeys.
Raven stepped out of his enormous bathroom to be greeted with an even bigger bedroom, and was instantly intimidated by the clothing on the bed. She had forgotten about that.
She was as dry as she possibly could be as she walked to the bed and studied a piece of clothing that she had refused to check, at least not until she showered. And well, the time has now come.
Raven was dumbfounded by the branding tag of the dress on her hand. And she checked the brands of the clothes in front of her and even the undergarments. They were all exclusive and expensive brands. Damian really went all out for her. He had even removed all the price tags and so she can’t identify the price for each clothing. But she knew well that the names she could recognize were high-end brands.
How could she possibly wear any of these?
Raven couldn’t exactly pick the cheapest items based on the non-existent price tag, so she went for the second best. Choosing simple pieces to wear instead.
Like the black mid-thigh skirt, and a simple white shirt, but it might be a bit too cold, so she could wear those black tights underneath– or maybe wearing a dress would be better. But didn’t a dress cost more than a shirt and a skirt?
Raven contemplated what to wear, and decided on one thing with certainty: she would have to wear the shoes she wore last night.
Raven finally decided to wear a simple pair of undergarments that surprisingly fit her perfectly, but she supposed Damian must have checked the sizes of her undergarments last night to get such a good fit. Then she wore the plainest clothes she could find. A black skirt that ended half-way from her knees and ankles, a white blouse with long sleeves and attempted to find her shoes but it wasn’t inside Damian’s bedroom.
In the very least, this outfit would also hide all the marks he left on her body. Thankfully the man didn’t put any on her neck, but the hickeys start from her collarbone.
Raven stared at the multitude of clothes and folded them neatly and stacked them, leaving the arranged shoes where they were, untouched by the bed. She sighed; he even got her eight pairs of shoes. This man was more than expensive and meticulous.
“Okay, just ask for your shoes and leave…” She mumbled to herself, patting her skirt nervously. “And your purse because you left it on the table.”
Raven cautiously stepped out of Damian’s bedroom anxiously.
“Oh, you’re done.” Damian’s voice startled Raven who had not noticed him. He was wearing jeans and a black shirt. He had a pair of dark lens shades on his shirt and a hat on one hand and a jacket slung over the arm. “While you were in my bedroom shower, I grabbed some clothes from my closet and took a shower in the bathroom.”
“Oh…” Raven mumbled, stepping fully out of his bedroom and awkwardly rubbing her arm and he studied her.
“I didn’t expect that you would wear that.” He remarked but clear amusement and respect was seen in his eyes. “It suits you well, Raven.”
“Oh… well… you know there are way too many clothes in there, I don’t think that was necessary, but thank you for giving me new clothes– I- I don’t know how to repay you.”
Damian raised a brow at her, “Repay me? No, I didn’t buy those clothes for you to repay me, Raven.” She looked hesitant and then he added, “You have to bring all those clothes back with you, it’s all for you.”
“Oh no, no, no. That is too much.” Raven instantly replied to his offer with some hand gestures.
“Well, I am not going to wear them, Raven.” He shrugged and she couldn’t help but giggle at the mental image he had placed in her, he did put some nice lace outfits on the mix.
“But it’s too much…” She cleared her throat, the simple one-night stand seemed to be more complicated than simple.
“You keep them, I insist.” His confidence seemed to tell her that he won’t take no for an answer, “And you seem to be the type to bring your clothes back with you… well, while they are still drying… Can I be so bold to ask you out? You did say you’re not from Gotham, right?”
Raven looked at him confused and startled.
“If you insist that it’s too much, how about I ask for you to let me tour you around the city as payment?” He smiled at her mischievously and she couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at him.
“You and I both know that is utter pennies in comparison to the amount you must have spent on my wardrobe. The clothes you bought me, “Raven pointed at his bedroom door, “Could literally cloth me for two weeks– a month if I mix and match them well.”
Damian merely sheepishly shrugged his shoulders and the sight was rather endearing.
Raven found herself biting her lower lip, “Things that happen in Gotham, I suppose stay in Gotham.” His green eyes steadily gaze at her lips. “I guess… if you insist, then paying you back for the clothes with you touring me in Gotham is fair.”
He smiled at her and she was mesmerized by his beauty.
“Great.” His sparkly white and perfectly straight teeth flashed at her, making Raven recall that his man was very different from her. He put on the hat, shades and jacket. “I hope you don’t mind if I look like this, if you haven’t noticed, I am kind of a big-shot, these are just safety precautions.”
Raven laughed as she glanced down on the floor with a little shake of her head, “Oh, I think I have noticed self-proclaimed big-shot.”
Damian’s smile widened at her playful tone.
“Would this humble, big-shot tell me who he is?” She ventured again and he shook his head but his eyes still sparkling in admiration and laughter at her. “Then I guess I will never know how big is big.” Raven shrugged.
“Well then, Raven–”
“Roth.” She added and he smiled.
“Raven Roth.” The smile on his lips was contagious and the way he called her name felt warm. “Would you give me the honors of showing you what greatness Gotham has to offer?”
“Yes, I’d love that, Damian.” She smiled back.
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The two returned to the apartment rather late, and the two were laughing, Raven entering the space first and Damian followed behind her.
Damian couldn’t help but note that Raven entered his penthouse as if she had been living there for a while now. And in all honesty, seeing her like that felt right.
“Thank you for today, I had so much fun.” Raven turned around staring at the man before her. He was such a mystery and he was removing his little disguise.
“It was so nice meeting you. I had a wonderful day.” Raven spoke in such a dreamy manner and Damian couldn’t help but lick his lips.
“Why don’t you take a shower?” She was startled by his offer but ultimately nodded.
Raven removed her combat boots and placed them at his hidden shoe rack that he had shown her earlier before they left. She stole a glance at him as she retreated back into his bedroom and he nodded.
It felt right for her to be in his space, which was a rather unusual thing for him.
Raven looked back with flushed cheeks, his bedroom door open and a hand on his doorsill, “Hey, Damian?”
“Uh, Yeah?” He replied, stopping midway from taking off his shoes.
“Would you like to join me in the shower?” She barely uttered and he looked like he was punched suddenly. The shoe that he was holding fell on the floor. “Oh, uhm… if you don’t want to–”
“No, I want to!” He cut her off quickly, his eyes wide as he approached her. He still had one shoe on his foot and he removed that as he made his way to her. He was normally a very neat and kept person, but sometimes– being unorganized is fine too.
Damian rushed to her side, placing a hand by her hand on the doorsill, “Are you sure?”
Raven deeply inhaled and his scent filled her lungs, he was so close, and she wanted him, she wanted to kiss him. Maybe sometimes being unreserved is fine too.
Raven has been doing things she normally wouldn’t do since she went to Gotham, so why stop now?
She stood on her tippy toes, placed her fingers on his strong jawline and kissed him. “Yes, I am sure.”
And Damian kissed her back passionately.
“I’ve never tried doing it in the shower.” He chuckled at her confession when he was busy kissing her neck, an odd thing to say for a first timer.
Of course, she hasn’t tried shower sex before, she didn’t even try intercourse before him. But it made Damian’s heart flare up at the thought that she wanted to have another milestone with him, of all people she wanted him.
“Then, I will make it special.” He said as he went closer to her. He reached for her hand and held it gently. His lips found hers again and he lifted her up easily once more, this time his destination was his bathroom.
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Author’s Notes:
This was a genuine struggle to make. This is also supposed to be my Damirae Week 2020 week prompt (First and Last)….so I will still tag that as is, but man this fic, I almost deleted it.
Man. This has been stuck in WIP Graveyard for like 1-2 years, and I decided to just post it.
This is supposed to be a 3-parter. All I have made is this sadly. Maybe you guys will see an update, or maybe not. idk.
I hope you guys like it, and I will try and write the continuation, but only time will tell.
Initially, I only wanted to post this until I finished all the three parts, but this was stuck in my WIP for too long and part 2 & 3 have not even one word in it… so now I have decided to just post it.
Hope you guys like it.
I genuinely have mixed feelings, I love this, but it also gave me quite the negative emotions for this piece. Which I shall just contain and forget.
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