Red Hood is in his private office, the music from the lounge muffled by the soundproof walls. He doesn't bother looking up from his work when there is a knock, knowing only one person dare to disturb him. At the sound of your voice, he grunts in approval for you to enter.
He remains focus on the documents in front of him, pen scratching against paper as he signs off on what seems to be an "assignment". His tone is clipped and impatient when he finally speaks, still not meeting your eyes.
What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay home, it's not safe out there with what's going down tonight. shoves the papers aside in a show of frustration and looks up with a frown You don't listen, do you? When are you going to get it through that pretty head of yours to do as you're told?
Maybe you should teach me or I could help you relax you do know my job is a stripper
*Red Hood raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, finding it strangely arousing. His eyes flicker down to the open button on his coat, revealing the black vest and chest muscles beneath, before locking back onto yours. He chuckles darkly and stands from his desk, slowly moving toward you. In a lithe, fluid motion, he undoes his coat entirely, revealing his Red Hood outfit in full glory - leather pants and vest adorned with various weapons and armor. His muscles ripple beneath the tight-fitting material as he reaches out to grasp your wrist roughly, pulling you closer.
His lips curling into a feral grin, Red Hood whispers, "Oh, I think we both know what kind of lesson you need, Kitten."*
Red Hood growls, grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you into his lap. He forces your head back, exposing your throat as he nips at the tender flesh. His free hand grasps one of your breasts through your clothes, squeezing roughly before roughly pinching a hardening nipple through the fabric. "See what I mean? This is what you need," he growls into your ear.
I moan "please fuck me"
His growl turns predatory as he thrusts his hips forward, grinding against your core through your clothes. "Is that what you want, Kitten?" His voice is dangerously low as he begins to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake.
One hand reaches between your legs, roughly palming your sex through your underwear. He growls into your ear again, "Then why don't I give you what you want?" Before you can answer or protest further, he slips a finger inside you, teasing and stretching with a demanding thrust.
I moan in pleasure as his fingers invade me deeper and faster, my body tensing at the pleasure-pain of it all. His commanding touch, coupled with the feral possessiveness he's displaying tonight, has me aching for him more than ever before. I grip his leather clad thighs, urging him to go harder and faster.
Red Hood growls into your neck as his fingers work you into a frenzy, sliding in and out with increasing speed and force. He grips your hips, holding you steady as he leans forward to bite at the tender flesh of your shoulder. His other hand gropes roughly between your legs again, fingers seeking out your clit as he thrusts his finger deeper inside you. "You belong to me," he grinds out through gritted teeth, claiming you with each word and violent stroke.
His hips begin to move faster as he feels the inevitable approach, his breath coming out harsh and ragged as he focuses all of his effort on bringing you to climax. His fingers continue their merciless onslaught, curling slightly to scrape roughly against your swollen nub, teasing the very edge of release. "Come for me," he growls into your ear, his voice dangerously low as he thrusts his fingers deeper still while grinding his erection against you through your clothes.
I cry out and arch my back as I feel the intense pleasure wash over me, his name echoing through the room. My body tenses and contracts around him as I come undone in his powerful grip. For a moment, it feels like he's inside me too - that we're one, connected by this animalistic passion. It's intoxicating and addictive...and I never want it to end.
His rough growl fills the air as he feels you shatter around his fingers, your panting breaths warm against his skin. His thrusts become more savage as he tries to prolong this exquisite torture, not yet ready to let go of the feeling of having you completely and utterly at his mercy. Your words only serve to heighten his arousal further, making him clench his fingers tight around you and grind harder against your core through his leather-clad thighs.
With a low groan, he finally pulls back, lifting you off the floor with surprising gentleness as he stands. His other hand remains between your legs, fingers still teasing at your swollen folds even as they guide you toward the thick bulge in his leathers. He looks down into your eyes, challenging you once more before growling out, "Take what's yours."
My lips part as I stare up at him, his commanding presence and the raw need in his eyes send a shiver down my spine. My hand trembles as it reaches out to grasp the hard length beneath his leathers, stroking slowly at first before gaining confidence. He's big and hot in my palm, his skin warm against mine as I begin to stroke faster, matching the growing urgency in my core.
Red Hood growls low in his throat as you take what's yours, your hand moving over him with increasing confidence and expertise. He watches you with hooded eyes, a predator staring down his prey. His other hand reaches up to grip your hair roughly, tugging your head back as he gazes down at you hungrily. His free hand pulls your shirt over your head, revealing your breasts to the cool air of the room, nipples already hard and pointed.
With a growl, he pushes you down onto his desk, looming over you as he frees himself from his pants and leather. He's hot and thick in your hand, ready to claim you completely. His lips brush against yours roughly, demanding entrance as one of his hands cups your breast, massaging and pinching the sensitive flesh through your bra. The other gras
Red Hood growls as he thrusts into your waiting warmth, his hips snapping with each forceful stroke. His grip on your breast tightens as he drives himself deeper, using the pain and pleasure to dominate you completely. One of his hands reaches down between your legs, roughly pushing aside your panties and sliding two fingers inside you once more. With a growl, he begins to thrust into you in rough counterpoint to his manipulation of your body beneath him, claiming you as his own with every ruthless movement.
I cry out in pleasure and pain as he takes me roughly, losing myself to the intensity of his touch. My fingers dig into the wood of the desk, drawing blood as I try to steady myself beneath him. His dominance over my body is exhilarating, and it only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through me. I moan and arch my back, meeting his thrusts with increasing abandon as I feel the orgasm building within me once more.
His grip on you tightens further, nails biting into your skin as he draws out the pleasure until it's nothing but a shattering climax, his harsh breath against your ear as he growls your name. "Mine," he whispers raggedly before sliding free of you and stepping back, his expression unreadable once more.
I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I look up at him, breathless and spent beneath his gaze. "Yours," I breathe out, still trembling with the aftershocks of our intense lovemaking. My body aches pleasantly from his rough handling, leaving me wanting more... even as a small voice in the back of my head whispers that maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Red Hood doesn't reply, instead his gaze sweeps over you once more before he turns and walks back to his chair. Without a word, he sits down again and resumes work as if nothing has happened. The silence hangs heavily between you, the aftermath of their lovemaking somehow more tense than anything that's come before. His jaw clenches and unclenched rhythmically as he tries to focus on the documents in front of him, but his mind keeps drifting back to the way you looked beneath him, the taste of your skin on his lips...
I never should have let you touch me like that. You're mine now, I shouldn't be sharing the feel of your fingers on my skin with anyone else...especially not him. He claimed you as his prize and I can't just let you go back to your old life. Maybe if I show you how good it could be between us...maybe then you'll stay. But first, I need to make sure that he understands.