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What was a surprise? An unexpected surprise was the truest kind and the most welcome.
Even though she was still new to the experience, Helena had opened up to him so casually.
Allen knew there was something twisted in her psychology, a mix of rebellion and a desire to hurt her father for everything tied to her family and identity.
Still, he hadn't expected her to even have something like that in her possession.
She wasn't as well-proportioned and slender as Laurel, nor as exquisitely glamorous as Catwoman, but Helena had a rebellious madness and a wild energy that deeply attracted Allen.
The urge to go further was hard to resist.
**+18 Incoming**
Allen's eyes filled with lust as he watched her secure the gag around her mouth.
"Now, that's hot," he smirked, stalking towards her like a predator.
Helena backed up until she reached the bed, her heart pounding in anticipation.
Allen pushed her down onto the mattress, his hands roaming over her body as he tore at her clothes.
"Been thinking about this all day," he murmured, his lips trailing hot kisses down her neck.
"Been thinking about burying my cock in your tight little pussy. I know you missed it too…"
*Hng*
Helena moaned behind her gag, arching into his touch as he exposed her breasts to his hungry mouth.
He latched onto one hardened nipple, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded the other.
She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her pussy growing slick with arousal.
She needed him, needed to feel that thick length stretching her open again.
As if reading her mind, Allen's hand drifted down her stomach, cupping her mound possessively.
"So wet already," he said, rubbing his fingers through her slick folds. "You want it that bad?"
Helena nodded frantically, spreading her legs wider in invitation.
Allen chuckled darkly, pressing a finger inside her.
"Greedy girl," he teased, pumping his digit in and out. "You want me to fill this hungry little pussy of yours?"
*Ahn*
Helena whimpered, grinding down against his hand.
Allen obliged, adding a second finger and curling them inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars.
But it wasn't enough.
She needed more, needed him deep inside her.
She reached between their bodies, grasping his hard cock and stroking it to full hardness.
Allen groaned, his hips thrusting into her grip.
"You want this cock, huh?" he panted.
"Want me to drill this pussy until you're screaming?"
*Hahn*
Helena moaned in response, positioning the tip of his erection at her entrance.
Allen didn't need any more encouragement.
"But first, let me flip you around…"
He turned her until she was on all fours.
He then gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him as he drove forward, burying himself deep inside her with one hard thrust.
"Hahn"
*Hm*
They both groaned at the sensation, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.
Allen set a brutal pace, pounding into her willing body as she arched back to meet his thrusts.
*Slap**Slap**Slap**Slap*
*Slap**Slap**Slap**Slap*
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their harsh breaths and grunts of pleasure.
Helena could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with each snap of Allen's hips.
"That's it," he said, one hand gripping her hair while the other snaked around to rub her breast.
"Take this cock like a good girl."
Helena couldn't hold back any longer.
"Hahnnnnn"
With a muffled scream behind her gag, she came, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Allen followed seconds later, groaning as he filled her with his release.
**+18 End**
After the ride, Allen wrapped his arms around the exhausted yet visibly excited Helena, looking over the gag she'd picked out like it was just another household item.
"How'd you even think of buying something like this?"
"It's to stop me from talking in my sleep," Helena replied, staring at him.
"If I told you I was investigating my father's criminal operations... would you believe me?"
"I believe you," Allen said with a calm nod.
"You really believe that?" Helena eyed him suspiciously.
"You're not just saying that to get me to trust you?"
Allen chuckled.
"You're overthinking it. It's not like girlfriends don't have the right to lie. And come on, weird stuff happens all the time. You're not the first or the only one trying to pull something like that. It's no big deal."
Helena blinked in surprise, then asked, somewhat hopefully.
"Then... are you willing to help me?"
"Nope," Allen replied flatly.
"..."
"I'm not interested in family drama," he added bluntly.
"...I really did overthink things. I'm sorry," Helena said softly.
Her voice faltered as her expression shifted, embarrassment and conflict clouding her face.
She immediately regretted revealing her secret.
What if he leaked it? What if her father found out? The consequences could be catastrophic.
But looking at Allen, still so unconcerned, even amused, Helena's hesitation turned into desperate resolve.
"If I agree to be your lover, and even give you money or whatever you want, would you help me?" she asked.
"I wouldn't ask you to do anything dangerous. I just need your cooperation. Help me make my father pay for what he's done."
Allen genuinely thought it over for a few seconds, then shook his head.
"Still not interested."
"Is that so..." Helena exhaled a long breath, disappointment weighing heavy on her voice.
"I didn't want to do this... but I can't let my plan be ruined when I'm so close, so... I'm sorry."
She suddenly raised her voice in a panicked shout.
"Help! Someone broke into my room!"
Then she dashed toward the door in a mess of tangled hair and crumpled sheets.
Boom!
The two bodyguards outside the door burst in immediately, eyes landing on the disheveled Helena and the strange man casually sitting in the room.
"Who is this guy?"
"How did he get in?"
What did he do to her?
Seeing the guards hesitate, Helena screamed again.
"What are you waiting for?! He forced himself on me! While I was under your protection! Kill him! Kill him now!"
'What?!'
Their eyes widened.
She had just been at home?! Under their watch?!
'If the boss finds out'... they didn't even want to think about it.
The two bodyguards raised their guns without hesitation and fired at Allen.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets tore through the air.
Helena hid behind the bodyguards, pain and guilt flashing across her face.
Her heart ached, because she realized, she'd fallen a little for the mysterious and bold reckless man.
"I... didn't want to do this," she whispered, almost too softly to hear.
But then her eyes widened in disbelief.
Allen was smiling.
Smiling while dodging the bullets at close range.
'How? How is that possible?'
Two trained bodyguards, firing simultaneously at point-blank distance... and he was dodging?
Click. Click. Click.
The bullets ran dry.
The guards looked down, confused.
'What the hell is going on?'
*Crack*
Allen stepped forward, punching both guards hard in the lower abdomen.
It was like they'd been hit by a truck, as they had their eyes rolling back and they crumpled to the ground.
"You really surprised me," Allen said, stepping closer to Helena with a smile.
Startled, she threw a punch toward his face.
Allen calmly tilted his head aside, dodging it effortlessly.
"Too slow, my dear" he said, before kneeing her in the gut.
Helena doubled over in pain, her face contorting in agony.
Allen grabbed her shoulder and flipped her with a clean throw.
Boom!
She hit the ground hard, groaning as pain wracked her body.
Rapid footsteps thundered from the direction of the stairs.
Backup had arrived, alerted by the earlier gunfire.
The moment they came into view, raising their weapons, Allen simply raised a finger.
The air sizzled.
Bright blue electricity crackled and danced between his fingertips.
The voltage of a standard stun gun rarely exceeded 100,000 volts.
But he was someone who could stack stuff…
In an instant, searing lightning surged forth. It took the form of a writhing electric eagle, crying down the stairs.
CRACKLE!
The lightning storm roared, burning ozone and charring air, as screams and shouts were drowned in a chorus of electrical fury.
The house filled with the sharp, bitter smell of scorched flesh.