Dominance (Dark!SteveRogers AU) - 1

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Steve knew he'd chosen this set for a reason. For a start the knickers were tied at the sides, giving him easy access to simply undo the bows she'd done up with his teeth, gently pulling as one side undid just as easily as the other before his mouth moved to the hem. Wren lifted herself slightly as he bit down and pulled them completely from her. Spitting them out next to him.

"Now...where do I go next..." he taunted, eyes looking up from between her legs. "I could start here..." and gently kissed the inside of her thigh, "Or...here..." his tongue darted over her centre with quick precision which made jolt. "Choices, choices..."

"Captain..." the breathy whisper was barely audible as his lips curled into a satisfying smirk against her skin.

She tasted just as she looked.

Divine.

Steve expected nothing less from her, but what he did expect was a hell of a lot more.

There was plenty of time for that. She was his now, and whatever he asked of her, she would deliver. He bit gently down onto her thigh, taking the bites and marking her all the up to her mouth, lips slightly touching her own. "Shhhh...no talking..." She nodded silently. "There's a good girl." His tone was almost condescending, but he didn't care.

The bite marks he'd already left were beginning to form more as he made his way back down her body, mouth connecting one more with her centre, tongue forcing its way inside of her. She was responding well as he relished every taste he could get of her, the moans filling the bedroom only sending him wild and making him work a little quicker over her.

As she tried to move her legs, he kept them spread apart, his hands clamping them firmly to the spot. She was getting closer, and he stopped, denying her of any pleasure she wanted to release form within her. "Not until I say so." His voice seemed to have stayed in a permanent growl as his frustration grew moment by moment.

Steve shed the rest of his clothes, and pulled her astride his lap. He had been ready for her from the moment she'd walked in and now after some preparation, that wasn't really needed but had been for his own pleasure, she was certainly ready for him. "Go on..." he urged as she looked at him with some uncertainty. If she kept him waiting then he wouldn't be happy, his patience had wavered enough.

As she sank down onto him, the low rumble echoed from his throat. "That's it doll...further..." he encouraged, hearing her winced as she stretched to accommodate him fully. But she did, and now he was fully inside of her he grabbed her waist. "Move." He hadn't realised just how painful he'd sounded until he'd spoken.

Wren did as she was told, the soreness she was feeling slightly ebbing away and being replaced with the heat that was once again beginning to form at her core. Her body moved against his, with the sensation rising further and further as she could feel herself beginning to lose all of her senses. Each one shattering piece by piece.

"Look at you little bird...taking me so well." She heard him say as he grabbed her face and turned it sharply, so he was looking into her eyes. "Look." He commanded and she did, all the while wondering just how the hell she'd managed to accommodate all of him.

Why did this make her suddenly feel like she was about to fall apart? She never thought that so much as a look in a sensual situation as this could suddenly make her want to come as much as she did now.

Clearly the Captain could sense this too. "I told you not until I say so."

"Please..." she whimpered

His expression darkened. "Not yet, say another word and I won't be as lenient as I have been."

This was lenient?