Kitty descended the stairs slowly, her left hand resting gently on the railing as she glided downwards towards the lobby of the hotel, having had a quiet glass of wine in the piano bar earlier. Demurely, she kept her eyes focussed on the ground several steps ahead of her, concentrating on where she placed her feet and the swing of her hips in her figure-hugging dress. It was her favourite, an off-the-shoulder knee length royal purple dress that perfectly offset her fair skin and dark curly hair. From the top of the stairs she heard a laugh and a child call out, she turned her head, mid-step, to see who was causing the noise, as a young boy dashed past her, causing her to lose her balance. Kitty felt her foot slip out from beneath her, two steps from the next broad landing. She tried to grasp the rail, but only succeeded in slamming her wrist against the metal pole. She slipped down to the landing, her legs curled beneath her, her left hand stinging from the impact and her left ankle sending sharp pains up into her lower leg.
'Ouch.' She muttered to herself, blushing furiously while examining the ground. 'So much for graceful.' As Kitty tried to gather her feet without hurting her ankle further, she heard a rustle of clothing and caught the hint of a musky male cologne as a British voice asked her,
"Are you hurt?"
"Just my pride, for the most part, I think." She replied, studiously avoiding looking up.
A large hand with long slim fingers entered her view.
"Let me help you up." Said the gentle voice.
"Thank you very much." She replied, taking the outstretched hand with her uninjured right hand.
As Kitty tried to stand, her left ankle rolled, causing her to slip towards the floor again. The hand gripped hers more tightly, whilst the gentleman's other arm swung around Kitty's waist to catch her. His movement wedged her left arm between their bodies, causing Kitty to gasp in pain. She raised her eyes to look at her wrist, and saw a dark bruise already forming where she had struck the railing. Kitty winced, and realized she was still standing the grasp of man she did not know. She took her eyes off her injured wrist to look at who her rescuer was, and looked into the slim face of Tom Hiddleston. He was watching her with concern in those beautiful blue grey eyes, as her breath caught in her throat. He was wearing a close fitting black suit and white shirt, with one of those slim cut ties that emphasized his rakish frame. The black of his suit only emphasized his light coloured eyes and the coppery colour of his curling hair and neatly trimmed beard. Kitty's surprise and recognition must have shown on her face as Tom took a half step back while he ensured she was able to stand alone again.
"Can I help you down the stairs?" He asked, still yet to let go of her hand.
"Um, I think I may have to cancel my plans to go out dancing in London tonight," Kitty replied nervously. "Perhaps the piano lounge will be a better option, I'm sure George will supply me with some ice for my wrist, Mr Hiddleston."
"Up the stairs it is then." He replied. "May I have your name?"
"Miss Kitty DeVine." Kitty replied, looking into those mesmerizing eyes.
"Really?" He said, cocking an eyebrow at her.
"Well, after a fashion." She said blushing. "That is my pinup name, in any case."
"A pinup, indeed." he said smiling at her, as he examined her from head to toe.
"Do you think you can manage the stairs in those shoes?" He said, looking at the black and white t-strap heels she was wearing.
"Oh," she said tearing her eyes from his. "No, I will have to take them off, that ankle will swell up shortly. It's the one I always manage to fall on, and I'd rather not have to cut these shoes off."
She made to sit on the steps to undo her shoes, but Tom gripped her fingers tightly for a moment as she moved, making her hesitate and look into his face once more.
"Let me help you." He murmured, lowering Kitty to the ground and finally releasing her hand. He knelt down and rested his left hand on her ankle, while his right hand gently loosed the strap of her high heel. He repeated the operation on her other foot, and smiled faintly to see the bottom of her foot was covered in the black nylon indicative of a Cuban seamed stocking.
Kitty took a deep breath as Tom carefully removed her heels, savouring his firm, yet gentle touch. Once her shoes were removed, Tom looked up at her, a faint smile at the corners of his lips, as he gathered up her shoes and offered her his hand again. Kitty breathed in his musky scent and tentatively reached out to slip her fingers into his grasp. In one smooth motion, Tom pulled Kitty to her feet gently. She tested her weight on her injured ankle, causing it to roll, rather than support, her leg. She gripped the outstretched hand harder, to prevent another fall and looked to Tom saying:
"I hope you don't think me terribly forward, but could I lean on your shoulder please? I don't believe my ankle will take any weight for a while."
"That just won't do." He said, frowning. He released her hand to move behind her and placed his arm across her shoulder blades. Simultaneously, he bent down and in one swift movement, swept Kitty up in his arms. Kitty instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
As he started up the long staircase carefully, Kitty said to him,
"You really don't have to carry me, I could probably make it."
"Nonsense, it's no trouble." He said quietly to her.
His nearness and scent made Kitty's heart race. He was stronger than his lean frame suggested. She could feel his firm muscles even through his suit. Her breathing became more rapid as her cheeks flushed again. Kitty bit her bright red lips, unsure of where to look as his face was mere inches away from hers. Tom looked down into her face, to see her eyes dilated and her lips parted as she let out a pleasurable sigh.
Kitty realised she was staring and hurriedly shifted her gaze to her stockinged feet, feeling the heat rush to her already flushed face. She heard him chuckle quietly as he shifted his arms so she pressed against his chest even more. 'I have died and gone to heaven.' She thought. Finally, they reached the top of the stairs; Kitty looked away from her toes to the landing, expecting Tom to put her down. Instead, he kept walking towards to small bar in the piano lounge. He carried her past the dimly lit bar to a secluded corner, where he gently lowered her to her feet in front of a sofa.
"I will be back with some ice in a moment." He said with a smile, as he placed her shoes neatly under the low table in front of the sofa. "Don't wander off!"
"Thank you." Murmured Kitty as she carefully lowered herself to the sofa.
Kitty watched from beneath lowered lashes as Tom turned and walked over to the bar and started chatting to George the barman. Kitty admired Tom's slim form and the easy confidence with which he carried himself. She had always found that kind of self confidence and men who were so comfortable in their own skin extremely attractive. A throb in her wrist took her attention from her stylish rescuer. She looked down at her left wrist at the small dark stain under her skin. Kitty winced as she tried to roll her wrist around. She looked down at her left ankle, bending over to inspect it. It too, was swelling badly, although it was not bruised yet. Kitty sighed, exasperated with her clumsiness.
"How is your ankle?" Asked Tom as he placed the cloth full of ice on the table.
Kitty looked up from lent over position, "Tender and sore." she admitted. She held his eyes with hers as she slowly sat up. Not once did his eyes flick downwards to her ample bosom, an impressive feat, she noted to herself.
"George said that this is your favourite." He said, placing a glass of white wine in front of her as she sat up straight, he settled himself next to her on the sofa, just out of reach. He sat back and crossed one knee over the other as he watched her over his glass of whiskey.
"Thank you. You didn't have to do that." She said as she sipped the wine. He just smiled at her as he lowered his glass to rest on his leg.
Kitty placed the glass on the table and gently rested the ice pack on her sore wrist with a wince.
"Can I ask you something?" Questioned Kitty shyly.
"Depends." Said Tom with a raised eyebrow.
Kitty blushed and said, "Did you read any of the myths and legends regarding Loki to get a feel for him as a person?"
Tom chuckled. "Of all the things you could have asked me, that's what you want to know?"
"Historian's prerogative!" Laughed Kitty."So did you?"
"Partly." He admitted. "Part of Loki was also the deep psychology of a tortured man as well, so I drew on some characters from Shakespeare's works as well."
"Of course." Murmured Kitty, looking up at Tom from beneath lowered lashes as she toyed with the strand of pearls around her neck.
"So you're a historian then I take it?" He asked, watching her intently. "What's your area of interest and expertise? Mid-twentieth century life?"
Kitty laughed, and turned her body to face him, "Not even close! But a fair guess!" She said, as she smoothed her dress from her bosom to her lap. Tom's eyes followed her pale fingers moving down her body as he sipped the amber liquid in his glass. "I specialise in Christian medieval history and ecclesiastical architecture, actually." Kitty murmured as she watched those blue-grey eyes flick back to her face.
"Not exactly the specialty I would have imagined for a woman who dresses as a 1950's pinup!" He joked, his face crinkling into a large smile. Kitty smiled back at him and reached for her wine again.
'Who needs to go out dancing in London when the gentlemen find you before you're even out the door?' She thought to herself with a coy smile.
Tom still watched her, with a solemn look that seemed to see right through her to her innermost desires. Kitty dropped her eyes to the sofa, overwhelmed at the attentions of such an intelligent good-looking man. She saw him uncross his legs and place his glass on the table. He leaned forward to take the ice pack off her wrist and examine the injury. Gently, he lifted her hand and turned it over to expose the purple bruise at the heel of her hand. Kitty shivered at the touch of his hand on hers, as she watched him lean forwards to gently kiss the bruise. His beard tickled the soft skin of her underarm, as Kitty watched, fascinated. He raised his eyes to hers and held her there as he gently placed her hand in her lap.
"Show me your ankle." He said as he picked up the ice pack.
Kitty looked at her feet. Her dress was tight enough that she could not leave one foot on the floor. She looked into Tom's face; again he had raised an eyebrow and was smiling gently, inviting her to place her foot into his lap. Without taking her eyes off of him, she raised both feet and gingerly rested her left foot on his right knee, whilst she rested her right foot just in front of him on the sofa. Without breaking his gaze, he reached for her right foot and straightened her leg so it was resting across his lap, moving forward slightly as he did so, running his hand from the crease of her knee to her ankle languidly. Kitty sighed audibly, relishing his every touch, eliciting a wicked smile from Tom. Gently he placed the ice pack on her left ankle, resting his left hand on it to hold it in position, while his right hand was placed on Kitty's knee, tracing the outline of her kneecap beneath her skin.
"So were you going out dancing with anyone it particular tonight?" Tom questioned her, as she watched his hand on her skin, mesmerized.
"Ah, no, not really." She stammered, tearing her gaze from his hand. "I just wanted to go out dancing in London; there isn't much opportunity for dancing in rural Queensland!"
"Australian!" He exclaimed. "I should have guessed!"
"By what, my luscious tan?" Kitty replied, laughing.
Once more, his eyes traveled up and down Kitty's body, drinking all of her in. Ready for him this time, Kitty held his eyes with a raised eyebrow and mischievous smile of her own. He responded with that stunning smile, full of charm, whilst slipping his thumb under the hem of her dress just above her knee. Kitty took a short breath; half closed her eyes and involuntarily clenched her dress with her right hand. 'This man has me right where he wants me, and he barely knows me!' Thought Kitty to herself, annoyed.
"Are you always so dashing or are you just particularly charming towards the pinups you meet?" Kitty shot at Tom.
"Only for the ones as lovely as you, Miss Kitty." He said to her, running his fingertips up and down her leg.
"Cheeky." She said, as she turned to survey the room.
Since it was so early in the evening, besides George the barman and the young man playing the piano, there were very few people in the lounge. Kitty took in the dim lighting and elegant furniture, and realised that potted palms dotted about meant that the sofa where they sat was mostly screened from every other table in the room. She looked back to Tom, who had reclined back and was drinking his whiskey once more with a self satisfied look on his face.
"You know, I do believe you have something of a dilemma, Kitty." Said Tom.
"Oh? And what is that?" Kitty responded, watching his lips.
"Your injury seems to have impaired your ability to walk," He said, with a rakish smile. "So it would seem that you will require assistance to get back to your room this evening. Have you given any thought as to who will help you?"
"I suspect I will find a kind stranger willing to help me, if I but ask." She replied, toying with her dark curls.
"But one must ask said stranger first." Murmured Tom, as he stoked her foot, gazing into her eyes intently.
"Indeed." Kitty replied, watching him over her wine.
Tom looked at Kitty with a smile that was all innocence and lent forward to tuck an unruly curl behind her ear, letting his hand linger on her cheek.
At that moment, George interrupted by coughing quietly. "Another another ice pack for the lady, seeing how you have more than one injury!" He said, putting down a second ice pack on the table.
"Thank you, George." Said Tom with an easy smile.
Deftly, Tom slid an arm under Kitty's legs gently and slid closer to her along the sofa as he lowered her legs across his lap and re positioned the ice pack on her ankle. Kitty's heart leapt into her mouth, as she was almost sitting in Tom Hiddleston's lap. As close as he was now, she could easily reach out and touch him if she wanted. She reached out her right hand and placed it on his knee carefully, as though to steady herself. As she looked back at his face, he wore a small smile, as if encouraging her. Tom reached across her legs for the second ice pack. Then he captured her left hand and wrapped his own hand holding the ice pack around her wrist gently, holding her arm in place against his chest. She could feel his heart beating, steady and strong, completely at odds with her own racing heart.
"Would you mind passing me my drink?" He inquired. "I seem to have my hands full."
Kitty reached over and scooped up his drink with her free hand, taking a sip and resting the glass against the top of her breast, away from Tom, watching him with a coy smile on her face as she did so.
"Aha." He chuckled. "It seems you have me at a disadvantage."
Kitty raised a quizzical eyebrow at him. "I have you at a disadvantage?" She said incredulously. "I do believe you are the one who has taken both my legs and one arm hostage!"
Tom looked into her hungry hazel green eyes and without taking his eyes from hers, reached over and plucked the glass from her hand.
"The way in which you keep blushing, Miss Kitty, would suggest that's not all of yours that I hold hostage." He whispered to her with a wicked smile.
Kitty raised her hand to her cheek, as if she could somehow suppress the flush rising to her face once again.
"Wicked man." She muttered as she turned away and reached for her drink.
Kitty twisted her injured wrist gently, as she continued to look away from Tom over her shoulder. As she flexed her fingers carefully, she realised she could touch his face. She swung around to face him and began to trace his jaw line gently, running her scarlet nails through his short beard and across his slender neck. Tom turned his face into her hand and as she gently ran her thumb across his lips, he parted them and gently bit her finger, all the while staring up into her eyes. As Kitty slowly slid her thumb out, he kissed it gently, setting Kitty's mind aflame, as she imagined him kissing the rest of her quivering body.
"Are you always so intoxicating?" Breathed Kitty, as she continued to trace the outline of his lips and jaw.
He didn't answer, but rather placed his glass down on the table, and gently traced his hand along her exposed shoulder up to her face, where he cupped her cheek. He slid his hand around to the back of her neck and gently pulled her forward towards him, tilting his head slightly, as their lips met. Warmth blossomed in Kitty's lap as her body responded instinctively to his passionate kiss. Her lips parted as she panted, allowing his tongue to slide into her mouth for the briefest of moments, fanning the fire burning in her belly. Kitty rested her hand on his shoulder, turning into him, deepening the kiss. She clutched at his shoulder as he gently bit her lower lip, tracing his hand down her back, until he reached her waist, gripping her tightly, possessively, pulling her even closer to him. Without releasing his grip on her, Tom ended their kiss, moving to kiss Kitty on the neck, softly, once before he leaned back into the couch, watching her ecstatic face. Slowly, Kitty opened her eyes, fearful it was just a fabulous dream. She looked directly into those pensive blue-grey eyes, watching her with an intensity that both intrigued and concerned her. Kitty released her desperate grip on his shoulder, resting her hand there instead, as she studied his face intently.
"I think I may need that assistance in getting back to my room, if you are still able to help me." Murmured Kitty softly.
"Of course." Replied Tom. "Anything for the lady."
Gently, he loosened the hand that had been holding her left arm immobile and placed the ice on the table. Then he carefully lifted the ice pack from her ankle and put it atop the other.
"Would you be so kind as to hold onto your shoes?" He asked of her.
"Oh, yes. Certainly." Stammered Kitty, as she lent down and neatly hooked her high heels with two fingers, realising what was about to happen.
Tom slid his left arm under Kitty's knees, and then looked back at her face.
"Ready?" He asked her with the hint of a smile at his lips.
Kitty nodded, wrapping her left arm around his shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath his form fitting suit. Tom stood with her in his arms, as effortlessly as though he only held his whiskey glass. He slid his right hand further up Kitty's waist, securing his hold on her. He began walking towards the glass doors that would lead to the elevators, nodding casually to George as he left. Exiting the lounge, Tom headed straight for the elevator bank. Kitty pressed the 'up' button without taking her hand from Tom's shoulder, then turned back to look at him again.
'He really is one of the most attractive men I have ever seen.' She thought to herself, as she examined his aquiline features.
Tom kept his eyes looking up at the light above the elevator, waiting for the soft chime that would herald the arrival of the car, without taking his eyes off it; he lent closer to her and whispered.
"You're staring again."
Kitty blushed furiously and looked down at her feet once more. The elevator chimed and Tom stepped into it, standing next to the panel of floor buttons, looking expectantly at Kitty. She pressed the tenth floor button, feeling his gaze on her. Unable to stop herself, she tilted her face up to his, loosing herself in the depths of those mesmerizing eyes. As the elevator doors closed, Kitty shifted her hand from Tom's shoulder, to the back of his neck, willing him to lean down and kiss her again. He lent down until his lips brushed her ear and whispered
"Can I ask you something completely inappropriate?"
Kitty's chest heaved at the nearness of his lips.
"Yes". She whispered hoarsely.
"Are you wearing some manner of corset under that ravishing dress?"
Kitty giggled, both relieved and disappointed with his question. Of course he noticed it. Not just her tiny waist made obvious by her tight wiggle dress, but also the placement of his hand on her waist, he would be able to feel the boning, even through the ruching of her dress.
"Yes." She replied with an amused smile. "I have always found the hourglass shape quite lovely, and it absolutely suits the pinup style. This dress emphasizes it very well, I have found."
Tom's eyes lingered on her tiny waist, tracing the boning through her dress with his elegant fingers. The elevator chimed again as the doors opened on the tenth floor. Tom stepped out, and looked down at Kitty inquiringly.
"Right." She said quietly, looking down the hallway. "Room 106."
Tom set off, looking at the numbers on the doors. He stopped in front of her door, the last one in the short hallway, next to a window with a view of the cityscape of London.
The door had a number pad, instead of a key. Tom looked at her quizzically, raising an eyebrow.
"2452." She said, as he shifted her in his arms to dial in the code.
The door clicked open and Tom stepped through, turning slightly so as to not hit Kitty's feet against the jamb. The suite was dark but for a Moroccan lamp in the corner, casting a dim green and blue light. Gently, Tom lowered Kitty to her feet next to a piano stool in front of a dressing table and mirror. Kitty lowered herself carefully, placing her high heels on the ground.
"Can I get you a drink?" Kitty asked as he gazed around the modern, decorated room. "I picked up a rather lovely bottle of Glenlivet a few days ago."
"Yes, please." He replied, standing casually with his hands tucked into his pockets.
Kitty stood up and cautiously limped several steps over to the bar fridge, putting ice into two glasses and returning with the promised bottle tucked under her arm.
Tom's eyes had alighted on the black portfolio on the coffee table, as he draped his suit jacket over the back of his chair, the folio carelessly left open after Kitty's brief perusal before she had left her suite earlier.
"May I?" He asked, indicating the folder.
Kitty set the bottle and two glasses down on the same table. She glanced at the portfolio. It was her latest photos, a Bettie Page BDSM style shoot, with some peekaboo topless shots. She was very pleased with how they had turned out. Kitty slowly positioned herself in the rounded chair, gesturing for Tom to take a seat in the other one opposite her.
"Certainly." She said, as she twisted open the bottle and poured a generous amount into each glass.
Kitty leaned back in her seat, slipping one stockinged leg over the other as Tom sat across from her. He slid the folder over to himself and started from the first page. The black and white of her bound with red rope, taken from behind her. All she wore was a pair of high waisted panties and her black leather under bust corset.
Tom looked up at her with surprise and amusement on his face as she sipped her whiskey and watched his face intently. He looked back to the book, flicking through the pages, lingering over several of the shots. His fingers were tracing her curves in the photos, she realised, entertained. He reached the end of the book and turned back through the pages, slowly examining the pictures again. Tom sat forward in his chair, his attention obviously fully devoted to the images he held.
"These are...exquisite." He murmured looking up at Kitty from beneath those long lashes. "Would it be presumptuous to ask if I might have one?"
Kitty sipped the whiskey, her face a blank mask as she revelled in the power she held over this intelligent, handsome man who had so far held her completely in his thrall. She lent forward, placing her glass on the table; his eyes darted down to glance at her cleavage briefly before flicking back up to her face.
"That depends. Which one would you like?" She asked straightening in her chair.
"This one." He said as he held the folio open to the first page.
Kitty smiled inwardly. That was her favourite picture too. It was nice to know it was appreciated by others as well!
"Of course." She said softly. "Anything for my rescuer."
Tom smiled at her, slipping the black and white out of its sleeve, tracing the curve of her corseted waistline to her voluptuous hips in the image.
"Is this the same corset you are wearing tonight?" He asked, yet to take his eyes off the image.
Kitty just smiled coyly at him from beneath her lashes, forcing him to look at her for her response. When he did look over towards her, she merely cocked her head and toyed with her dark curls on her shoulder. Carefully, Tom placed the photo atop the folio and placed it on the table next to the glass of whiskey in front of him. He was lent forward, hands clasped loosely between his knees, frowning slightly as he examined Kitty's face in minute detail. Kitty held his gaze as long as she could, but there was an intensity to his eyes which intimidated her, forcing her to drop her eyes to her hands clasped in her lap. There was a rustle of clothes as he reached into his inner jacket pocket to remove his phone. After a few moments, soft, slow music began playing. Tom stood as Kitty looked up at him, his hand extended towards her.
"Perhaps not the dancing in London you had planned, but still better than no dancing at all?" He queried her.
Kitty placed her glass on the table then slipped her hand into his, uncrossing her legs and carefully drawing herself up, mindful to keep her weight off her injured ankle. He drew her away from the chairs slowly, stopping in the middle of the empty space in the centre of the suite. He took half a step closer to her, making her look up into his eyes. He was a good head taller than she was now she wasn't wearing her heels. He changed the grip on the hand he held and slipped his other arm around her waist, firmly spreading his fingers out across the small of Kitty's back, right on the lacing of her corset, pulling her closer to him again. Kitty rested her hand on that broad shoulder without asking her eyes from his. Slowly he stepped forwards as Kitty stepped back.
'I am dancing with Tom Hiddleston. In my hotel room, no less.' She thought herself dazedly, unable to tear her gaze from his blue grey eyes.
Slowly, they danced, so Kitty could step carefully without hurting herself further. All the while, Tom looked down at her, with that intense focus. Kitty was all too aware of his hand pulling her closer to him, how close it was to her behind, how if he slid his hand down just a few inches...the very thought made her shiver with anticipation. He noticed her shivering and stopped moving, holding her in his arms, he asked.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes," Kitty replied. "Just taking in the fact that this is not in fact, some fantastic dream."
He smiled broadly at her, his face crinkling in the most pleasurable way. He let go of her hand, letting it fall onto his other shoulder as his hand moved to her waist, he leant forward, placing his lips next to her ear.
"Dreams aren't half so much fun as real life." He whispered into her ear.
Kitty's knees went weak and she slipped ever so slightly towards the ground. His grip on her waist tightened, supporting her as he took the smallest step forward, so that their bodies were just touching.
Kitty locked her hands together behind the nape of his neck, taking a tiny step closer to him again, moulding her soft body against his muscular frame. Kitty felt Tom breath in the scent of her hair as he lent down to kiss her neck. Kitty tilted her head, allowing him greater access to her skin, closing her eyes to fully concentrate on the pleasure of the moment. Slowly he worked his way down to her collar bone, where he switched sides, travelling up Kitty's slender neck as she rolled her head around and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, standing as tall as she could, so he could reach as much of her as possible. He reached her jaw and stopped, leaning back ever so slightly to look her in the eyes as he wrapped his left arm around her waist, pressing her firmly to him, as his right hand tucked her hair back behind her ear. Cradling the back of her head, Tom lent down slowly to press his lips against hers, Kitty responded, hungrily parting her lips to taste more of him. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, eliciting a whimper from her. He nipped playfully at her full, red lower lip, and planted small kisses on the corner of her lips, as she gasped for air. As he placed his lips over hers again, Kitty bit down hard on his bottom lip. Tom made a noise and pulled back from Kitty slightly, taking his hand from her neck to touch his lip, to see if she had drawn blood. Kitty looked up at him hungrily, as he examined his fingertips for a speck of crimson. Not seeing any blood, he looked down into her face to see her pupils dilated and face flushed with desire.
"What was that for?" He asked her, as she moved her hands to rest upon his chest.
"A distraction." She replied quietly as she stepped forward, pressing him to step back until the back of his legs hit the piano stool where Kitty had sat earlier. She kept pressing, forcing him to sit before her. Now she stood between his knees looking down at him, his hands on the seat. She ran her scarlet-tipped nails through his short curly hair, and down the back of his head, where she rested her hands on his shoulders, pressing down on him as she swung her legs up to straddle him, kneeling on him where he sat. Tom looked down at his right hand, resting lightly on her left knee. Kitty's kneeling position meant that her tight purple dress was pulled up high, at mid-thigh level, exposing the tops of her stockings and the garter straps.
Tom ran a finger beneath the strap, raising an eyebrow and smiling up at her with an amused tilt to his head.
"A real pinup, garter, stockings and a corset!" He laughed; as he rested his left hand on her other thigh.
"I strive for authenticity." She said amused as she linked her hands loosely behind his head, gently resting her buttocks on his long legs.
Tom ran his slender fingers from Kitty's knees to the raised hemline of her dress, slipping those elegant fingers just under the edge of her dress, causing her legs to shudder minutely. Slowly she brought her hands around his broad shoulders, grasping his slim tie in her hands as she leisurely loosened the knot and slipped the tie over his head, placing it on the stool next to them. Little by little she unbuttoned his shirt, gradually exposing a small tuft of reddish brown curls on his chest. She tangled her pale fingers in those curls, for a brief moment, feeling his heart beat slow and strong in his chest. Tom looked down at her pale hands as she gently tugged on his shirt, untucking it from his black suit pants. That done, she continued to unbutton his shirt, exposing his muscular chest, inch by inch, savouring the view. Finally, his shirt was completely undone. Kitty slipped her hands over his shoulders, running the sleeves down his toned arms, sliding the shirt to the floor. Kitty looked down at his well-built body, resting her hands on his firm pecs she swallowed hard and breathed heavily, shifting her body, trying to relieve the pressure building up between her legs. She traced the edges of his well defined chest and abs, gently running her long red nails over his dark nipples. Tom reached both hands up to grasp her shoulders firmly from behind, pressing her down firmly into him, causing her to gasp and clutch at his shoulders as she felt his body stiffening beneath her. Kitty sighed with pleasure at the firm way he handled her, looking down into his mesmerizing eyes, as he stretched out to kiss her again.
This time Kitty could feel his hunger for her in the way he bit at her lips, until she parted them, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth. He held her close, pinning her to him as his tongue explored her mouth, one hand straying down to the curve of her buttocks, squeezing her flesh through her dress. Kitty responded with similar enthusiasm, running her hands over his muscular frame, grasping at his well defined arms, then dragging her finger nails down his back, leaving parallel trails as she moaned in pleasure. Tom bit down on her bottom lip as she marked him, making her roll her body forward towards him, crying out silently for him to touch her in more intimate places.
Tom laced his arms together under Kitty's rear as he stood abruptly, holding her in a kneeling position against him as he rose. Kitty squeaked, as she squeezed her thighs against his torso for a moment until her body instinctively, slid against his, her sex resting against his lower abdomen, feeling as though it was aflame as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He walked quickly over to the wall next to the window, carrying her all the while, as she held on to him tightly. Roughly, he pressed her against the cool white wall next to the window, pushing his taut body against hers, forcing her to spread her legs wider, in turn pushing the tight purple dress higher again so it barely covered her modesty. Kitty slipped down the wall slightly as Tom ran one hand up her body. Now Kitty's mound rested against the crotch of his pants, through the various layers of material she could feel his hardness, causing a moan to tear from her throat. His hand found her breast, squeezing gently as he sucked at her earlobe, Kitty's nipple stiffened as his thumb brushed over it through the thick material of her dress. Kitty pushed her chest out, into his hand, frustrated he wasn't touching her bare skin. Moving his mouth to hers, Tom met her tongue with his as his hand shifted from her breast to run up her leg, starting mid-thigh and brushing over the garter straps, pushing her dress up with it as he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her satin underwear to dig his fingers into the flesh of her rump, making her moan into his hot kisses.
"Oh god, please." She whimpered, as his lips traveled up her jaw line to her ear again.
Tom planted one last lingering kiss on her lips as he stepped away from the wall to lower Kitty unsteadily to her feet. She looked up at him as his hands rested on her waist.
"Turn around." He whispered to her hoarsely.
Kitty obeyed, turning to face the wall, trembling with anticipation. Gently, his hands traced the sides of her body and across her shoulders, along the neckline of her dress. His hands found the tiny invisible zip in the centre of her dress. With excruciating slowness, he pulled the zipper down its length, only just exposing the top of her leather corset. She had decided to be daring tonight and forgo her bra, it had made her feel deliciously naughty while she was dressing earlier in the evening. Now it seemed like fate had been guiding her hand. Kitty looked back at Tom over her shoulder as he slid his hands down her arms, peeling the elbow length sleeves off her body. Kitty self consciously crossed her arms over her bare breasts as Tom ran his fingertips lightly over her back, unobstructed. She shivered under his touch, as his cool hands ran across her skin. He carefully grasped her dress were it rested on her hips and slowly slid it down, gravity taking care of the dress once it was past her thighs. Kitty stepped backward out of it, stepping into Tom's embrace. His arms encircled her waist, sliding over the soft leather of her corset as she pressed he body back into his. She could feel his firmness pressing into her lower back, twitching as she wiggled her hips. Lightly, he ran his fingertips up her sides, to her arms. He continued to tease her with that gentle touch, avoiding touching anywhere but her arms, raising goose bumps on her skin in his wake. As he ran his hands back down, he gently yet firmly grasped her arms just above her shoulders and tugged softly, freeing her creamy white breasts. He encircled her wrists and pulled them back over her head so that they were resting on the back of his head. Kitty ran her fingers through his hair, as he traced his way back down her arms as he gently kissed her neck again, the sensation of his touch causing her to arch her back into him. He took both of her full breasts in hand, squeezing gently, eliciting a moan from her. His left hand circled her nipple, brushing his thumb over it, causing Kitty's whole body to shudder in pleasure. His right hand strayed down her body, slipping first beneath her garter belt and then beneath her black satin high waisted briefs. His fingertips ghosted over her slit, causing Kitty to clutch at him and roll her body into his hand, desperate for him to delve deeper. He slid one of those slender fingers into her cleft, feeling her already hot and slick with desire, he began rubbing small circles over her clit as he slipped another finger in.
"Oh god." Kitty moaned, her eyes closed and her head thrown back onto Tom's shoulder.
"Do you want more?" He breathed into her ear in that delicious accent, his lips brushing her skin.
"Please, please!" She begged of him.
"Kneel." He ordered in that growly tone he used when playing Loki.
Kitty turned to face him and sank to her knees wordlessly. She had always found that voice irresistible, and to hear it being used in such an intimate situation with the man himself made her absolutely melt with desire.
Tom stood before her, looking down at her. He held her eyes as he slowly undid his black leather belt. Kitty made to undo his shoe laces, but he stepped back away from her.
"No," He murmured quietly. "Undo the garter belt."
He sat on the stool in front of the mirror, his muscles rippling with the movement. He watched as Kitty began undoing each of the straps that held her stockings in place, as he undid his laces and slipped off his socks and shoes. He watched as she twisted around to reach the last strap, running directly down the back of her legs, seeing her breasts silhouetted by the light coming in from the window. Finally, Kitty undid the black belt and placed it behind her on her discarded dress.
Kitty knelt there in front of Tom, in her leather corset, black briefs and stockings. She watched as his eyes drank her in, knowing the image she made, she smiled at him seductively, inviting him to take her.
"Just missing my red rope now." She purred to him, as she pushed her chest out.
His eyes took on a mischievous glint as he reached behind him and held up his slim black tie.
"Well if that's how you like to play." He chuckled, his face crinkling into that broad smile again. "Come closer!"
Kitty stood in one fluid motion and walked over to him slowly, placing one foot in front of the other, causing her hips to sway as she did so. She held her wrists out, lightly crossed over as he gently tied them together, the silk tie whispering over her skin. Tom looked up at her from his seated position, smiling wickedly as he secured her hands. Still smiling up at her, he slid both hands into the waist band of her underwear, slowly slipping them down, stealing a glance at her mons as he undressed her ever so sweetly and slowly, a contrast to the ardour he had demonstrated moments earlier. Kitty trembled as he lowered his lips to her skin just above her hip bone, where her corset finished, sighing with pleasure as he held her by the hips to steady her. He worked his way down her body, stopping just before her cleft, his short wiry beard tickling her oversensitive skin.
"Don't stop, please." She murmured as he took his lips from her skin.
His response was to wrap an arm around her corseted waist and put her over his shoulder as he stood and carried her across the suite into the bedroom proper. He slid her from his shoulder to lie on the bed, arms thrown up above her head. He paused, looking down at the image she made, all pale skin, dark hair and leather, her bright red lips parted as she panted, making her chest heave. She watched him as he slowly undid the button and fly of his suit pants, hooking his thumbs into the waist band of them and his accompanying underwear. Kitty's eyes dropped to his hips, taking in the erect member that was now revealed, nestled in those same coppery curls. Her breath came in short and sharp pants, as Tom stood above her, as comfortable in his nakedness as he was in a suit. Kitty pushed herself further up the bed as he crept up the bed, sinuous, like some jungle cat. Kneeling above her, he pressed one hand to her tied ones as he kissed her sweetly. She felt his right hand on her breast, caressing her, as he transferred that wicked tongue to her nipple causing her to cry out in pleasure. She twisted her hands, eager to grasp him to feel his weight on her, to feel him fill her, but he just pressed her hands more firmly into the bed as he grazed her nipple with his teeth.
Kitty wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to drag him closer, to no avail, still he hovered over her, tracing his lips down her body, slipping out of her legs as he moved down her. As he moved lower, his hands left hers, those elegant fingers dragging over her hypersensitive skin as he kissed her hip. Kitty brought her hands down to grasp his head as he continued to plant his lips on her body, shuddering with pleasure as his thumb flicked over her clit. She felt his beard brush at the top of her thighs, and Kitty's legs fell open, begging for Tom's lips to continue exploring her. Gently, he kissed her, eyes watching her face contort with pleasure. He paused for the briefest of moments, making her look down at him that wicked smile on his teasing lips again. Grabbing her hips, he languorously flicked his tongue over her clit, making her arch her back and cry out. Kitty clenched and unclenched his coppery curls as his tongue slipped between her lips and worked its way up and down her hot slit. Gradually, his movements became faster, causing Kitty to buck and gasp as he brought her to the brink of pleasure. Just before the very height of her pleasure, he stopped, working his lips and hands back up her body, as she trembled beneath him, desperate for release. Finally, he reached her head, delicately kissing her neck, before she looped her bound wrists over his head, bringing his mouth around to hers and tasting herself on his molten lips. Chuckling into her mouth, he pulled her arms up to pin them above her head again.
'Enough'. Thought Kitty to herself, unable to stand any more teasing from him.
Hooking her right leg around his hip, and twisting into him with her shoulder she flipped them, so she was the one on top. His hand still held the tie around her wrists, meaning her face was mere centimetres from his, forcing her to stare into those unfathomable eyes. Tom let go of her bound wrists, resting his hands over her corseted waist as she straightened up, straddling his thighs.
She looked down at this gorgeous man, still unable to believe how her evening had turned out. Slowly, Kitty rocked her hips forward, brushing his firm cock with her sex, causing his hands to tighten on her hips. Still looking down at him, Kitty raised her body with excruciating slowness, until she was high enough that he could guide himself inside her. Kitty let him pierce her, sliding down his shaft a few centimetres, holding herself there as he let out a moan and clutched at her hips. Kitty placed her bound hands on his muscular chest, waiting for him to open his eyes again. When he did, she gave him a devilish smile, looking into his eyes as she inched herself down his length, letting out a sigh as she did so. Slowly, Kitty rolled her body forwards, causing Tom to moan and pull her hips towards him, burying himself deeper in her. Still undulating atop of him, Kitty increased the pace, throwing her head back as she rode him, feeling the pressure build in her, as his hands travelled up her body, reaching for her breasts. Unable to reach them, Tom grabbed the tail of his tie, wrapping his hand around it and pulled it above his head, dragging Kitty with it, so her face was just above his. Quickly, he raised his knees, preventing her from moving away from him as he placed one hand on her lower back, pressing her lower onto him, releasing the tie momentarily so his other hand could brush back the dark wave of curly hair. Those piercing eyes held Kitty as he moved his hips in time with hers, eliciting moans from her, as they moved faster and faster, racing towards climax. Suddenly Tom reached up behind Kitty, as her pleasure began to break over her like a wave, pulling her down onto him by her shoulders, arching his back and closing his eyes as he filled her with his seed.
He held her there for several minutes, her hair brushing across his cheek as he recovered. He opened those lovely eyes, looking into hers, he released his grip on her bonds, allowing her to sit up again and slip him out of her.