The Imperfect Secretary (Batman)

Poll Winner

Themes: Breeding, Fucked Silly, Dom/Sub

Summary: Harley gets a job as Bruce Wayne's secretary. Originally, she's intending to use some specially prepared pheromones from Ivy to turn him into her slave. But that doesn't quite work out according to plan and instead she winds up in bed with the incredibly rich man. After being fucked better than anyone has ever fucked her in her entire life, she decides she'll just become the best secretary ever instead!

-x-X-x-

The plan had been so simple at the start! Poison Ivy wanted to finally go after the big kahuna himself, the Prince of Gotham, the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Admittedly, Wayne Enterprises did a lot more for the environment than most companies did. But they were still a bunch of capitalist pigs who needed to be taken down if the planet was ever going to flourish… or something like that.

Truthfully, Harley tended to tune out Ivy’s rants about the planet most of the time. If her friend had her way, then they would all go back to the stone ages, and privately, Harley didn’t like the idea of that very much. She much preferred civilization as it was with all of its fun creature comforts! She would go CRAZY if she couldn’t get her Pumpkin Spice Latte anymore!

At the same time though, Harley DID like money and living the good life. So in this case, her and Ivy’s plans sort of coincided. Every time Poison Ivy had gone after Bruce Wayne herself in the past, things hadn’t worked out for her. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. That was why, this time… it was going to be Harley instead!

Given some specially prepared pheromones from Ivy to use on Bruce Wayne, Harley had infiltrated Wayne Enterprises and after some creative workarounds, managed to get herself assigned as his secretary. The plan from there was to use Ivy’s pheromones to turn Bruce into her slave.

Unfortunately, there was just one small issue with that.

“Harriet, do you have those quarterly reports done yet?”

Hopping up from her desk, dressed to the nines in secretary attire, Harley quickly gathers up the files in question and positively prances into Bruce’s office and over to his desk.

“Right here, Mistah Wayne!”

Taking them from her, Bruce Wayne gives her an appreciative smile and a nod of thanks.

“Thank you, Harriet. You can leave early today if you want, I don’t think I’ll be done here for quite a while.”

Harley resists the urge to huff. There! That was the problem! Bruce Wayne… was a good guy! Honestly, she hadn’t known what to expect. He had this reputation as a party boy, but over the years Wayne had sort of grown out of that. As he’d gotten older and adopted more orphans, his reputation had transformed along with him and he’d become known more as a businessman who could stand toe to toe with the likes of Lex Luthor of all people!

Still, much like Lex Luthor had his numerous skeletons in the closet… and also out in the open, because the man’s super villainy was the worst kept secret on the planet Earth, Harley and Ivy had figured Bruce Wayne had to be much the same. She had fully gone into this expecting to find out that Wayne was a monster under the mask, that he was some sort of sick, twisted man that she would feel no guilt messing with and enslaving to her will!

… And yeah, Harley knew that last bit would sound particularly silly to many of her detractors. Harley Quinn? Feeling guilt? Look… it turned out, as the years went on, even she was maybe capable of a little bit of growth. Not so much that she wasn’t willing to infiltrate a businessman’s corporate empire and enslave him with pheromones… but enough that she had at least dug around and snooped first to find dirt on him.

BUT THAT WAS THE PROBLEM! There was no dirt! Bruce Wayne… wasn’t a terrible person. It was enough to make Harley pout. Pout mightily! How was she supposed to enslave him and drain his bank accounts if he didn’t deserve it, damn it!?

Moving back towards the door to Bruce’s office, Harley pauses at it for a moment… before closing and locking it with her still inside. Then, she turns back around and marches right back up to Wayne’s desk, causing him to blink and look up at her in surprise.

“Harriet? Is there something wrong?”

She wasn’t going to use the pheromones. Harley decides that then and there. She’d apologize to Ivy later. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to get some, for fuck’s sake!

“Yes, Mistah Wayne! Something is wrong! You haven’t fucked me yet!”

Bruce Wayne stares at her blankly.

“… Excuse me?”

But Harley is already unbuttoning her shirt, pulling it open and grabbing at her tits.

“I know you’ve been looking, Mistah Wayne! I know you like what you see! So why don’t you give me a little loving, huh?”

“Harriet, this is highly inappropriate…”

“Fuck appropriate! Where’s Gotham’s party boy at?! Grow some balls, Bruce!”

Bruce Wayne falls silent for a moment before slowly rising from behind his desk. Harley watches him walk out from around it and over to her with bated breath. He stares down at her as she looks up at him, basically showing off her tits (albeit still clad in a bra). For a long moment, she’s expecting him to fire her, to yell at her, to tell her to get out. Maybe that’s good enough for her to use the pheromones after all?

But then… to her surprise, Wayne grabs her by the hips and pulls her in close.

“You’re being very naughty, Harriet.”

Harley’s breath hitches as she’s rubbed against his chiseled body. Holy shit is he ripped. What’s his workout routine? Does he have a personal trainer? Either way… she coos as she runs her hands along his pecs, outlined as they are under his suit.

“Well… if you need to punish me, Mistah Wayne… go ahead~”

His hands move to her ass, squeezing it hard for a moment and Harley figures he’s going to bend her over his desk right then and there. But instead…

“Not here.”

Harley blinks, only to find herself lifted up into the air and carried into the ensuite that hangs just off of the rich CEO’s office for those nights where he can’t make it back to his incredibly expensive mansion. Quickly wrapping her limbs around his body and anchoring herself to him, Harley cackles.

“Oooh~ Gonna make a proper woman out of me, Mistah Wayne?”

-x-X-x-

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“Nnnngh… h-harder! I can t-take it!”

As it turned out, Bruce Wayne was the sort of gentleman who didn’t care for fucking a woman over a hard surface like a desk, or in a chair, or on the floor. No, he takes her to bed properly and literally. They strip naked right next to the bed, and then Harley finds herself on her back, limbs wrapping around Bruce Wayne’s incredible body as his throbbing mast pins her to the bed beneath. He starts off slow until she begins him to go harder, but even then, it's not quite enough. Harley’s body is sensitive in some ways, but still needs a lot of… punishment, in order to really feel it.

Grunting, Bruce looks down at her with a slight frown, even as he keeps pistoning in and out of her pussy, making her moan wantonly.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, Harriet.”

Licking her lips, Harley starts to giggle before catching herself. She doesn’t want to give away her true identity, and Bruce Wayne has been the victim of enough of the Joker’s schemes over the years that he would be able to recognize Harley Quinn’s distinctive giggle. Instead, she bats her eyelashes up at him.

"You’re not gonna hurt me, Mistah Wayne. I’m a big girl… I can take anything and everything you can dish out~”

Rather than respond with words, Bruce picks up the pace once more, making Harley squeal all the more loudly as he fucks her in a mating press right there on the bed. It feels amazing, frankly… though at the same time, it’s missing something. He’s going hard sure, and honestly, he’s better than the Joker ever was. But enough time away from that asshole and Harley realizes a ratty homeless guy would probably be able to fuck her better than the Joker.

Still, as deep as he’s getting inside of her, as good as it feels, and as many orgasms as Harley has had… she wants something more.

“Doggystyle!”

“What?”

Bruce looks down at her confused, only for Harley to push him back and off of her for a moment.

“I want you to fuck me from behind, Mistah Wayne!”

Spinning over onto her hands and knees. Harley wiggles her ass and looks back at him with a grin.

“And I want you to pull my hair and spank me silly while you do it!”

Slowly, Bruce grabs her by the hips and sinks back into her, this time fucking her from behind with his throbbing mast. However, the rest of her requests, he hesitates on. Even as he’s driving into her, he’s frowning in consternation.

“Harriet…”

“I deserve it, Mistah Wayne! I’m a bad, bad girl and a naughty secretary who seduced her boss! You said it yourself back in your office! So punish me! Punish me good!”

Pushing her hips back against his thrusts with all her might, Harley wiggles them as well, making it abundantly clear that if he doesn’t give her what she wants, she’s ready to get… difficult.

Fortunately for both of them, it doesn’t come to that. Bruce only hesitates for a moment longer before growling and seizing hold of her hair. Harley gasps as she’s forced to arch her back for him, all while his other hand comes down on her pale behind with a harsh slap.

S-SMACK!

“Tch… you really are a bad girl, aren’t you Harriet?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, YES!”

As Bruce Wayne begins to finally truly give her the hard, punishing fuck that she deserves, Harley has to admit… it’s going beyond just good sex now. It’s like she’s awakened some sort of darkness in him, and everyone knows that a good man’s darkness is the tastiest sort of darkness there is!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Flesh slaps against flesh in stereo as not only does his cock drive deep into her cunt, but also his hand now lands upon her ass cheeks, one after the other, over and over again. Harley squeals loudly, her voice heard all through the room with how her head is now tilted back. Her eyes threaten to roll back in her skull, even as her scalp tingles oh so pleasantly from him pulling her hair.

She never wants it to end. She never, ever wants it to end. This is the best sex she’s ever had, and as her tongue lolls out of her mouth, she gurgles happily as she cums all over Bruce’s cock over and over again.

Until finally, he can hold back no more. With a loud groan, he finishes inside of her, filling Harley to the brim with his seed. She’s a little surprised by this, truth be told. She would have thought that a man like Wayne would pull out, not wanting to create an accidental bastard or something.

But then, he hadn’t even worn a rubber, so maybe he just… didn’t care? Either way, Harley definitely doesn’t mind the thought of getting knocked up by the rich billionaire. Their child would be the most spoiled brat in all of Gotham, bar none!

That said, as he pulls out of her, Harley wastes no time in showing the additional advantage of being fucked doggystyle instead of in a mating press. Namely, the moment he lets go of her hair, she can swing around on her hands and knees and take his cock in her mouth right then and there. Without missing a beat, she bobs up and down on Wayne’s dick, sucking and slurping away like the mad woman she is.

“Harriet…”

In response, Bruce groans out her fake name, his hands going right back to her blonde locks and curling in them as he tosses his head back. Harley lavishes his dick with praise for what feels like an eternity, slurping and sucking away like there’s no tomorrow. She cleans up his cock of course, but then she also keeps going, turning it from cleanup into a proper blowjob.

He lets her do so, staring down at her with those dark eyes of his as he watches her. Harley wonders what’s going through his head. What does a man like Bruce Wayne think about on the regular?

Well… one thing is for sure; Harley’s original plan is completely borked at this point. Ivy had been very clear on what those pheromones would do to Bruce. Not only would they make him a slave to Harley, but they would also suppress most of his higher brain functions and basically turn him into little more than a mouthpiece for Harley’s purposes.

That would almost certainly also ruin what made him such a fantastic lover too! So that plan was right out, because Harley was NOT going to give up this cock OR the man attached to it. No, she needed a new plan…

As Bruce cums, Harley swallows his load as best she can, collecting his seed in her mouth and drinking it down without hesitation. While she does so, she comes up with that new plan on the fly… yes, she knows exactly what she’s going to do now!

In the end, there’s really only one way for her to keep having amazing sex with Bruce Wayne going forward. That’s why, as Harley pulls back off of his cock, she hops off the bed and gives him a wink.

“Will that be all, Mistah Wayne?”

He stares at her for a moment before slowly nodding.

“That will be all, Harriet.”

Grinning, Harley shimmies a bit as she heads for her clothes. Yep… she was going to be the best damn secretary she possibly could be! That was her plan! It was foolproof!

Well, it would be… if Bruce Wayne weren’t secretly Batman and fully aware of Harley’s true identity. Oh, also there was the small fact that neither of them were expecting the bun in Harley’s oven that was even now starting to rise.

… But those were revelations for another time.