Page 49 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)

What the…? I think as they tear off the rest of the bag, pulling out matching yellow princess dresses, that look a lot like the one from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. She must have remembered what I’d said in the library on her first day, about them being obsessed with the movie.

My heart skips a beat at the awesomeness of this girl.

They both turn and look at me, then Lilly, with shining eyes.

“You like them, then?” Lilly asks, laughing as they launch themselves at her, wrapping their spindly arms around her.

“Ohmygoshtheyaresobeautiful!” Heather squeals out all in one breath.

“I love it!!” Julie shouts, dancing on the spot and clutching the dress in front of her.

“What do we say, ladies?” I prompt, feeling a grin almost splitting my face.

“Thank you, Lilly,” they say in unison.

“You are most welcome,” Lilly beams back.

“Loki. Can we go and play princesses? Please?” Heather asks. Being older, at seven and a quarter, she's braver than Julie, who’s only just five.

“Of course,” I begin, but they dart off before I can finish. “But where's…” I trail off as I hear heeled footsteps approaching.

LILLY

Loki's voice trails off as a tall, very attractive woman walks into the room.

She's dressed in low black heels, sheer tights, a black pencil skirt, and a white blouse with a pink silk scarf tied round her neck, sixties style.

Her hair is in a chic chignon, and her makeup is tasteful and subtle.

She looks to be in her late thirties, maybe early forties.

I glance over to Loki and see that although he has a smile on his face, he's gone absolutely still, like a mouse when a hawk flies overhead. His visceral reaction confuses me and I can feel my forehead crease.

“Loki!” she exclaims, smiling with what looks awfully like attraction, and lust, on her face. She even licks her lower lip. Gross!

His answering grimace is tight, almost pained. It's a look I've never seen on him before. He's usually so easygoing, but he seems tense now, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“Clarissa,” he responds, his voice lacking its usual warmth.

I edge closer to him, placing my hand on his arm and squeezing gently. I can feel the tension in him ease a little, so I step even closer, our sides brushing. What is going on here?

Her head snaps to me, blue eyes sharp and cutting. Her smile, however, is still in place, yet it lacks any of the warmth that it held moments ago.

“And who is this?” she asks with a tightness to her voice, immediately raising my hackles.

“Clarissa, this is Lilly Darling,” Loki responds with a slight growl, as if she's annoyed him. “Lilly, this is Clarissa, the girls’ nanny.” My brows raise. The nanny? Then what the fuck is this about? And why is she looking at Loki like she wants to eat him?

She stares at me like I'm some kind of leper.

Oh, that cuntpuddle has just pissed me right off!

Turning to Loki, I mould my body to his side. I dismiss her like she no longer exists. I’d never usually be so rude, but something about this jizzstain rubs me up the wrong way.

“Loki, baby,” I say breathily, running my hand down his chest and batting my lashes at him, drawing his gaze to me. “Why don't you show me to your room,” I tease, biting my lip and forgetting all about said jizzstain for a moment, lost in a rush of lust.

His eyes flare with fiery lust as he stares down at me, and I'm relieved to see his usual cocksure smile back on his face, even if it's edged with a little confusion.

“Sure thing, Pretty Girl. I'll just grab our bags,” he says, going to make a move away from me. I clutch his arm a little tighter, feeling his muscles bunch and flex under my fingertips.

“Oh, honey. I'm sure... Melissa? ” I say like I can't even be bothered to remember her name, looking at the woman in question. “Anyway, I'm sure she can grab them and bring them up? Just leave them outside the door,” I order whilst starting to lead Loki away out of the room and towards the stairs.

I don't miss the flash of rage in her icy blue eyes and can't help but smile smugly at her. Check, bitch.

I turn to face Loki who's looking slightly bewildered, but also turned the fuck on if the semi that he’s sporting is any indication. I smile brightly at him and gesture with my head for him to lead the way.

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.

In next to no time, my core is tightening round him as I scream my release and claw at the bed. I collapse down as Loki's rhythm becomes jerky, and he roars his own release, stilling above me.

I can feel him panting hard, then hear the thump of what must be our bags landing outside the door. A smug, satisfied smile spreads across my lips.

Checkmate, nanny jizzstain!