Page 65 of Captured

He takes me up the wide staircase, then we turn right at the top, and go down the hallway to the last door on the left. He opens it and ushers me inside, closing it shut behind us. I only get the chance to register the forest green colour of the walls before he's coming towards me.

“I don't know what the fuck went down out there, Pretty Girl,” he starts, walking towards me and pulling his t-shirt off in that sexy way that guys do, “but it was hot as fuck.”

He grabs me round the waist and pulls me to him, grinding the evidence of just how hot he found it against me. My hands roam his beautiful chest, pulling his nipple bar slightly when I reach it, and loving the moan that leaves his lush lips.

“I didn't like the way she looked at you,” I say, leaning forward and bending slightly, catching his other nipple in my mouth and sucking hard. His hips buck, and he hisses out a breath.

“Jealous, Pretty Girl?” he teases, my head snapping up at his words, eyes narrowing. I pause in whatever I may have said when I look into his eyes and see...they’re wet, and his cheeks are flaming. Something about this isn't right.

I can't stand that he's hurting. I need to chase it away. So I don't say anything, but lean up and capture his plush lips with mine, telling him how I feel with my kiss. It's soft and loving, trying to soothe the hurt away, whatever it is.

A sound escapes him, almost like a sob, as he deepens the kiss, one hand tangling in my hair. He starts to move us backwards, towards the huge bed that I spotted when I walked in.

His hands try to get my pinafore mini dress undone, and he growls when he can't work it out. Breaking our kiss, I chuckle against his lips, taking a step back. I look into his eyes, a breath leaving me to see they are no longer full of pain as I unzip the dress, loosen the straps, and then whip it over my head.

The emerald of his irises are almost completely swallowed up with black as he watches me take off my long-sleeved rainbow cotton top until I’m left in just my underwear.

Today, I decided to go with pretty and flirty. I've got on a black bra and thong set with delicate lace all over that tickles my shoulders and hips. I've also gone for a matching suspender belt, known over here as garters. And thigh-high fishnet stockings. All finished off with my emerald green sparkly heels.

“Fucking hell,” Loki curses, slowly raking his eyes up and down my body, the hunger growing in them.

“Your turn.” I nod to him, indicating that he needs to show me the goods.

A lazy grin spreads across his lips as he steps out of his already untied boots. Apparently, it's fashionable to never tie them up. His hands go to the front of his deep blue jeans, grabbing a condom packet out of the pocket, then slowly popping each button open, until I can see that he's not wearing any underwear as usual. He pushes the denim over his hips, letting his impressive manhood spring free, the pierced end glinting in the light.

Tearing the packet open with his teeth, he slides the condom over his hard length, then he steps out of his jeans in just a pair of white socks and I giggle at the sight. I raise an eyebrow, nodding my head towards his feet.

“You keeping your socks on,baby?” I tease, emphasising his new nickname.

He walks towards me, a devilish grin on his face.

“I thought we could both keep our socks on,” he says, pinging one of my suspenders when he reaches me.

The sharp sting makes me gasp, anticipation flooding my veins, thoughts of his socks all gone. His fingers toy with the front edge of my thong, whilst his head descends to my throat.

“You are.” Kiss. “So.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Gorgeous,” he tells me, kissing his way down my neck until my head is spinning and my pussy is aching.

I grab a fistful of his wavy red hair when his mouth closes over one of my nipples through the lace fabric of my bra. He sucks and teases my nub until it’s hard and I'm quivering.

“Loki, please!” I gasp out, needing release like I need my next breath.

He comes up for air, lips swollen and cheeks flushed with desire. He turns me round, pushing my upper back so that my hands are on the bed.

“Fuck, that's a beautiful sight,” he says seconds before a sharp crack lands on my arse, and I gasp and moan.

“You like that, Pretty Girl?” he asks, soothing the hurt away with his palm. I make a groaning sound as my hands fist the sheets.

“I didn't quite catch that?” He leans down a little, and I can feel his cock teasing my fabric covered entrance.

“Yes!” I gasp out as he pushes my thong aside and inch by inch, starts pushing inside me. This time, a deep groan leaves his lips when he’s in balls deep.

“Shit, Pretty Girl,” he says huskily. “Your pussy is like a fucking clamp, it’s so tight.”

And he stays there, filling me up with his hard cock, which feels so fucking unbelievable.

I don't get any warning as another hard smack lands on my other arsecheek, my inner walls squeezing round him, a whimper spilling from my lips.

Loki starts to pull out, then slams back inside me as his hand comes down to whack me again and again, and I cry out with the waves of pleasurable pain sweeping through me.

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