6

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? 

Part of Wren wanted to see just how far she could push him, but there would be a time and place for that. Right now all she needed to focus on was to not come anytime soon, even when she was on the verge of crumbling.

His mouth was on her breasts once more, beard scratching against her skin while those along with the bite marks showed that she was his to possess.

She belonged to him...

Anyone else who dared try and change that would end up regretting it.

Wren wasn't regretting this though, and now she could feel him on the edge. She felt somewhat smug that she was able to affect Captain Hydra in the way that she was. Once again in the haze of heated pleasure, she forgot herself and his warning. "Captain..." the moan escaped her too quickly for her to stop.

Steve's eyes met with her own before he overlooked the fact that she'd failed one of his orders. Bringing his mouth to her own. He was almost too far gone to care at this point while she tightened more around him. Now he gave her a command that only she'd have the privilege of using when they were in private. "Call me by my real name..." he managed to gruffly tell her.

He needed to hear her say his name.

She looked at him, "What is it?" and asked through ragged breaths.

"Steve."

Wren could've stopped dead on hearing this, but didn't. she was all but ready to explode and now she'd be screaming this man's name as she did. "Steve..." she breathed out the name almost melodically, which only made him thrust into her harder, hitting the spot that now sent her head spinning.

"Let go little bird...say my name..." He told her. 

"Steve".

It was enough, Wren shaking against him as she finally reached the climax she'd been holding onto for what felt like forever, feeling Steve release deeply within her, filling her until he was completely spent,

And it felt sensational.

The air was heavy with the sounds of breathing as they came down from their high. All the while she was resisting the urge to kiss him more. As he lifted her from him, she felt him spill out, the warm running down her leg while she laid next to him to recover. Her legs were shaking in the aftermath, and Wren was sure that this was only a taster of what was yet to come.

He'd drawn her in...

"You told me your name..." She broke the silence after a short time when she finally found that she could speak.

Steve got up, pulling his underwear on, and heading over to a table where there was a decanter of wine and a couple of glasses. Pouring the crimson liquid into both glasses. His stamina was higher than hers, so much so that he could carry on, however he'd allow her some respite. "I told you because you are the only person in this organisation who can be allowed that privilege when we're like this. Any other time it's still Captain." He turned and passed her a glass. "Understood?"

"Yes sir." Her hand shook a little as she took the glass and drank from it. It was greatly welcomed. "You told me your name, so why not show me your face? We're going to be together in private after all? It's not as though I'd be asking for you to remove the helmet in front of everyone. Pierce has seen your face. So why can't I?"

She wouldn't stop pushing this until he gave in, and 'Steve', as she'd come to now know him, seemed to be a tough man to break.

He paused and then took a sip of his own drink. "Why did you want to join Hydra?"

There it was - the big question. It almost threw her for a second, but she tried not to let it show. "The same reasons as others – for a better world, to at least play a part in making a difference."

Steve nodded slowly, "Good answer." and walked to the windows that overlooked the city. It was a beautiful panoramic view in Wren's opinion. She retrieved her underwear and pulled it on, joining him by the window, her legs feeling a little like jelly whilst her body began to ache. "See out there?" He pointed out to the city, "It's all for the taking, and soon it will be ours. Hydra is so close to its goal."

"I am glad sir...what use would it be if there was not one?" She looked up at him.

Steve looked down, meeting her gaze. Even in her post sex state she looked delectable. "You understand how much is at stake." He stated. "Not many do."

"I can simply tell from the way you talk about it." She replied.

He noted her response with a small 'hmmm' before he sighed. "If I show you my face, then you cannot tell anyone of my identity outside of this organisation. The consequences will be devastating for you if you do."

She was a new employee, amongst Hydra personnel that had served there longer, they knew of exactly who he was, but despite this they knew not to speak of him or freely give out his identity. Yes, Steve could have walked the halls of the building without his helmet to hand, however to have it on? It was a sign of power, and he was seen and respected more for it. He was most certainly taken seriously as well. It was all about who deserved to have the privilege of seeing him unmasked.

Wren now reached up and unclipped the fastening of the helmet from under his chin, fingers gently brushing against his beard. "You have my word, Steve."