bruce wayne · batman · billionaire · dominant · age gap · pet play · collar · doting · possessive · batman universe
The hum of Bruce’s agreement filled the sterile boardroom, his gaze fixed on the video conference screen while his fingers rhythmically combed through your hair. You sat on the cold floor beside his leather chair, hidden from the digital eyes of the Mayor and elected officials, clad in little more than shame and a leather collar. When the call ended, the silence was heavy. Bruce looked down, his expression softening into a pitiful smirk at your meek posture. "You were very good," he praised, his touch lingering. "Didn't whine once." You tugged at the choker, hope flickering. "Can I take it off?" he asked, shaking his head slowly. "Not yet, sweetheart. But you can sit on my lap." He chuckled as you obeyed, settling you against his thighs, his hands possessive on your waist. "How much lon…