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In a bleary state in the early hours of the morning, you woke to find Edward out of bed. You turned to drink some water before going back to sleep when you saw him — stood over you in the pale blue light of early morning, in his full suit. You lunged back, half-terrified of Edward’s creeping figure.
“Stop,” said Edward harshly.
“What’re you doing?” You asked incredulously. “If I knew you were gonna leave I wou—“
He clamped one gloved hand over your mouth and said, “I’m not leaving,” in a cryptic half-whisper. He took his hand away from your face but you didn’t say anything. He caressed the side of your face, then traced his thumb over your bottom lip. “You look so pretty when you sleep.”
You giggled and pulled away from his lingering hand. “What are you doing?”
“Touching you,” he said. There was a softness to his voice, a tenderness that he often had with you. The contrast between his soft tone and menacing outfit caught you off guard. Usually when dressed as the Riddler, Edward took on a dominating persona — something altogether inhuman. He towered over everything; he was huge and brutal and scary. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle with you now. You only smiled at his response.
Edward brushed one hand through your hair, pulling it slightly due to the friction of his leather gloves. He tightened his grip and turned your head so you made eye contact with him where he was crouched at the edge of the bed. You let him manhandle you. It was exciting to see him dressed up in a casual context — he’d never done this for you before. The orange glare of the streetlights in his glasses were all you could see of his eyes. You reached a hand up to take his glasses off, but he caught your wrist in a vice grip. He pushed it back down to the mattress and let go of you.
“I want to try something,” said Edward nervously. “But I need you to do as I say.”
You stared at him in bewilderment.
“Do you trust me?” He continued. You stared some more. He tugged at your hair.
“Of course,” you said through a whimper.
“Then you’ll be a good girl and do what I say.”
“You’re scaring me,” you whispered.
Edward softened his grip in your hair so that he was merely cradling the back of your scalp. He slid his glasses off and set them on the mattress, letting you see the earnestness in his ever-expressive eyes. He was smiling beneath the mask, almost as if he were proud. He said plainly, “I won’t hurt you.”
That didn’t calm your nerves at all. In fact, it heightened them. You hadn’t considered the possibility of him wanting to be violent towards you. You closed your eyes while Edward continued to cradle your head. He stroked along the back of it reassuringly. “Will you be a good girl?”
“Okay,” you whispered at last. You were unsure of him at the moment — frightened and anxious — but you knew (or hoped) that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. You knew what he was capable of, you even liked that he was so brutal and passionate in his killings. His sloppiness was as alluring as it was alarming.
Edward didn’t say anything, but smiled and stroked your hair once more before unclipping the flap that covered his mouth (making him look ridiculous with his thin lips peeking out) and kissing you on the temple, before closing it back up.
“Shirt off,” he said. You took your oversized sleep shirt (probably one of his) off. It was cold, coming on October, but luckily the position you were in kept your chest warm. “Panties too.”
You pulled off your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to his roaming eyes.
“Lay on your stomach,” said Edward sternly but not harshly. You did. He stood and walked over to his dresser. You could hear him clicking around with things, but with the angle you were lying you could only see as far as the frost on the window, right over the head of the bed. Without warning, Edward’s hands settled on your hips and pulled you back on the bed a few feet. You gasped, and he rubbed gently on the back of your exposed thigh to comfort you.
“Are you gonna…” you trailed off, not wanting to say the word and be incorrect, or God forbid vulgar.
“Am I?” Edward asked teasingly. There was a hint of frustration in his voice, but not any anger with you.
He walked to the dresser and back again before crouching to your level once more. You turned your cheek on the pillow to face him. He was holding something black in his hand, toying with it while you watched him, propped up on your forearms. He handed it to you. It was a camcorder.
“What?” You asked, turning the thing over in your hand and seeing that it was already recording.
“Hold it,” commanded Edward as he maneuvered your arm, all while looking in the viewfinder, so that it was at an angle that showed your face and the room behind you. “Good. Just like that.”
Edward went back to the dresser and picked something up. You whipped your head around curiously and saw that he put his glasses back on. He said, “Eyes front.”
You looked directly at the camera then, trying to process what exactly was happening. You weren’t even sure the lighting was bright enough to pick up much of your features. You felt yourself getting excited — you’d been excited since Edward first spoke, but that anxiousness was a confusing mixture of fear and arousal. You anticipated Edward’s touch, but it still caught you by surprise when his fingers grazed the back of your thigh. Edward gave you a short pat at that — a reminder that he wouldn’t hurt you. He kneeled on the bed next you and rubbed teasing circles up your thighs. The soft black leather of his gloves provided a nice change of texture. Goosebumps rose on your skin at his touch paired with the crisp morning air seeping through the closed window.
Edward noticed your shiver and moved to whisper into your ear, “Are you cold? Do you want me to turn the heater on?”
“Yes, please,” you said, though you were confused as to why he would whisper that. He left you and turned the small space heater on. You smiled as he walked the few feet back to you. It was nice to have someone so attuned to your feelings (which you often didn’t verbalize). He caught you watching and smiled wide.
You heard the flick of his zipper, then the heavy sound of fabric falling to the floor. He shuffled to you, stroking his hard cock over your still body. He walked over to your head and kneeled on the bed, showing his erection to the camera — pre-cum leaking from the tip, swollen and red and pretty. He stroked himself a bit, turned your head towards his length, and said, “Suck.”
You took the head of his cock into your mouth, thought it was difficult due to the craned angle of your head. He took you by the hair and guided you onto his length, taking the camcorder out of your hand and capturing the way your lashes fluttered, how your cheeks hollowed to accentuate your cheekbones.
“Such an obedient little cocksucker. Show everyone how pretty you are,” He said, and guided you further onto his cock, pushing into your mouth for a moment longer before pulling out and handing the camcorder back to you.
Edward came back to the bed and continued his movements, this time feeling along your hips and ass, just kneading your soft flesh. The gentle, repetitive movements relaxes you even knowing they wouldn’t last long. After a few teasing moments, Edward’s fingers dipped into the crease of your inner thigh, just next your core. You waited with baited breath as his middle finger gently dipped into you folds, feeling your warmth. You pushed into his hand gently, eager to feel him touching you where you most needed.
“So nice and wet for me,” said Edward, and you couldn’t see him, but you knew that he was looking at the sticky substance on his glove. He discarded both his gloves, then straddled the back of your thighs.
He moved so his hands were stabilizing his upper body over yours and rocked himself gently against the soft skin of your ass. His already hard cock making you gasp. He continued to rock against you a few more times, until you started to get antsy under his solid weight.
“Stop squirming,” he said sternly. “Are you that desperate already?”
“Please, Ed—“
His hand reached around your throat and squeezed gently, not harming you, but warning you. “What’s my name?
“Please, Riddler?” You said anxiously, hoping you were correct.
“Please what?” He asked. “Use your words. Tell the camera what you want,” he said, and pinched your cheeks to maneuver your face to the lens.
“Please fuck me, Riddler,” you half-whispered at the camera.
“Yeah? You wanna be fucked like a greedy whore?”
“Please,” you breathed, not wanting to say much more due to the feeling of being watched by the camera. For a second you panicked — thinking maybe the camera was somehow showing you in real time; squirming and begging your boyfriend to pound you into the mattress before hundreds of strangers.
“Look at you; so pathetic begging for my cock,” said Edward in a low voice, but he gave into your pleas and lead the tip of his penis, to your pussy, prodding there teasingly before easily sliding inside of you in one smooth movement.
“Fuck,” he groaned, always in awe of the way you took him so perfectly, as if your body was made for his. You pushed yourself against him, but he held you down by the hips, effectively pinning you to the mattress. His heavy, textured jacket rubbed against your back as he let almost all of his body weight fall on you, rocking into you deep and hard, shaking the headboard with each heavy thrust. Every time he entered you, he just barely grazed your g-spot.
“Look in the camera, slut,” Edward snapped suddenly, pushing his hips into yours and once again tilting your chin into the camera. “Show everyone how much you like to be used. I bet you love that you’re just a toy for me to play with, and for them to eye-fuck.”
“Sto-op,” you whined, humiliated by his demeaning words, and loving every second of it.
“What’s wrong? Embarrassed?” Edward cooed, “C’mon, tell ‘em what you are.”
“I’m a slut,” you whispered, head turned towards the camera but eyes still shut.
“That’s right,” Edward half-growled, “my good little slut.”
You whimpered, pushing your face into the mattress to stifle your incessant squeals and moans. Your open mouth left a wet spot on the mattress. The barely-there feeling of Edward hitting almost just right inside of you paired with the onslaught of demeaning words from him, made you desperate for a release you wouldn’t yet receive.
Edward’s pace was unforgiving. He drove into you, practically immobilizing you as he used you for his own selfish release. Being held like this, being pinned underneath a man powerful enough (crazed enough) to kill, to bring so much pain to you, brought more pleasure than it should. To you, there was nothing more exciting than being at the mercy of the man above you.
Edwards' pants, stifled slightly by the mask, quickened. By the jerky movements of his hips, and the low groans, you knew he was approaching climax. In a sudden, spasmodic movement, Edward pulled out of you, and pulled your hips up so your knees were bent. He snatched the camera out of your hand and angled it towards his cock and your backside.
You sat still in the position that Edward put you in. The sound of his hand strong his slick cock. He muttered,“Fuck, gonna mark you up.”
“Cum on me,” you breathed, eager to have Edward’s semen paint your skin; proud to be marked and claimed by him. “ Please, Riddler!”
Hot spurts of Edward’s cum spilled across your ass and lower back. Edward set the camera down. You plopped back down into your original position. He kneeled up beside you and wiped your back off with one of the dirty quilts that was situated on the bed.
“Turn over,” he said, taking you by surprise by keeping his dominant demeanor. You did as he commanded, and once again came face to face with him; you could never get over how horrifying he looked in his mask. It made your stomach turn.
“Please take your mask off,” you said.
He did. His hair was mussed, his face red and sweaty. He looked good, sated, eager.
“Good?” Edward asked. You weren’t sure if he was asking if you were okay or if he was good. The answer was yes to both, so you nodded happily.
“I — I need you,” you said, still aching with the need to cum.
“Does my pretty girl want to cum?”
“Please, Eddie.”
“Come ‘ere.” Edward said, but before you could move to him Edward dragged you by your hips towards him. He spread your legs at the knee, then dipped his head down to leave teasing kisses at your inner thighs. He moved to kiss at your cunt with teasing, barely-there touches. He licked at your folds eagerly, getting the taste of your on his tongue. He licked and sucked at your aching clit with enthusiastic fervor. Encouraged by the way you pushed back against his sweaty, wet face, Edward slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit just the right spot. The added stimulation pushed you nearer to the edge, and with a strangled cry, you came over Edward’s face.
Edward pulled away from you to scoot up and rest his face on your stomach. You pet his soft, brown hair slowly, basking in the love you two shared.
After a moment you spoke up, “Are you going to post that online?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Kind of.”