She first saw Loki when he boarded the private jet. He was dressed in a suit, but nothing about him said he was a business man. From his long, spiked, jet black hair to the confidence that seemed to radiate from him, everything about this man screamed raw power.

Laura didn't usually work private jets. She avoided them as best she could, because the fliers were often assholes. She agreed to this one because it paid extremely well, and she didn't want to be stuck in Germany another night on standby to wait for her next scheduled flight.

Something was different about this man. He had several men with him. Military types, for sure.

Laura found herself staring at him as he took his seat and gave orders to his men. It wasn't until his eyes connected with hers and he smirked that she remembered herself and looked away.

There were no other attendants on the plane, so it would be a busy night if these men were jerks.

She helped everyone make sure they were strapped in for take off, then did so herself.

Halfway over the Atlantic, the flight was going well. She handed out a couple of requested drinks, and was on her way to the back of the jet when a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. The grip was firm, but not violent. It was the man with the jet black hair.

"You've been staring at me," he said.

"I- I'm sorry, sir."

"Don't worry. I'm not angry. Quite the opposite, in fact." He let go of her wrist. "Tell me, does this jet have a bedroom?"

"No, sir."

"Pity." His eyes scanned over Laura. "I would have liked to use it."

Laura felt her knees shake at the way his voice lowered.

"Can I get you anything else, sir?"

"Not at present," he said with a smile.

She nodded once, then walked away.

It was some time later when one of the other men got physical. When she handed him his drink, he grabbed her wrist instead, and his other hand slid up the back of her thigh beneath the hem of her dress. She squirmed, but she was afraid to cause a scene.

"If you want to keep that hand you will remove it from the lady."

That voice, the same voice that made her knees tremble, caused the hand on her to fall away as if it had been burned. She walked toward the back again, and another hand caught her wrist.

"What is your name, darling?"

"Laura, sir."

"Laura, those are my men. My name is Loki. If any of them so much as look at you in a way you don't like, you invoke my name. They will stop."

He said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Thank you, sir."

His thumb brushed the inside of her wrist before he let go.

Half an hour later, everyone was asleep. Everyone but Loki. He pressed the service button on his seat, and Laura went to him.

"Yes, sir?"

"Are you not tired, Laura?"

"I slept before boarding, sir, but thank you."

"Would you care to sit?" He motioned to the seat next to him.

"Thank you, sir, but I have my seat in-"

"Sit."

Laura stiffened. He didn't raise his voice, but it was firm enough to make her sit without further comment.

"Good girl," he whispered.

He took her hand in his and placed a kiss to her knuckles.

"I am not a man to be trifled with," he said. "I believe you have seen that with your own eyes."

"Yes, sir."

"I find myself drawn to you with a tenderness I do not often feel." He brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Yet, the way you respond to me... Tell me, Laura, is this fear of a bad job report? Or are you drawn to me as well?"

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, and her eyes fluttered closed. He took her chin firmly in his hand.

"Answer me."

Her eyes opened. "Yes, sir. I was drawn to you from the moment you boarded. "

"That's why you were staring?"

"Yes, sir."

Loki let go of her chin and smiled.

"I had to be sure. One more question, and then I'll release you."

"Sir?"

"Do you treat all of your passengers with such... submission?"

Laura was almost taken aback, but she realized that was exactly how she was responding to him. What surprised her more was the realization that she wanted to respond to him this way.

"No, sir."

"Just me, then?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then I have a proposition for you. When the plane lands, come with me."

"To work for you?"

"To be mine."

Laura took in a sharp breath, and Loki smiled.

"I feel, though, that I should explain my intentions. I mean exactly as I say. You would belong to me. Your purpose would be to satisfy me in any way I command, and I would reward you by giving you pleasure in return. I would take care of you, and look after you."

"I- I'm not really into BDSM."

Loki chuckled. "No, darling, that's not what this is. I make my own rules. And I don't need whips and rope to make you submit."

Laura felt her entire body shiver, and she knew Loki saw.

"I will give you until the end of the flight to think it over." He cupped her face in his hand and leaned toward her, stopping just a breath away from her lips. "May I?"

"Yes, sir."

Loki pressed his lips to hers, and nipped at her lower lip until she opened her mouth. After a moment, her hand slipped into his hair and the kiss deepened.

When Loki pulled away, he removed her hand from his head and placed it in her lap.

"If you agree," he said, "I will never again ask for permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"You may go."

Laura hesitated. "May I ask a question?"

"Now would be the time, yes."

"What kind of things would you ask me to do?"

"Your body would be mine, anywhere and anytime I wish. If we were, for example, on a plane with several other men about, and I decided I wanted to touch you, I could slide my hand between your legs and command you to be silent so as not to draw attention."

"Would I ever be able to refuse?"

Loki thought for a moment. "If I ever command you to do something that makes you overly anxious, we can establish a safe word of sorts. Protest all you wish, but I will only stop if you use that word."

"Would you ever command me to be with another man or-"

"No one else is to touch you," he growled. "Ever."

"Yes, sir... I'll think it over."

Loki kissed her hand. "Good girl."

Laura blushed, and went back to work. What was it about this man that made her behave this way? Why did his simple praise make her giddy? Why did his commands light a fire in her she never felt before?

At the end of the flight, Loki commanded everyone to leave except for Laura. She stood next to his seat until everyone was gone. Loki stood and faced her.

"Decision time," he said. "Do you belong to me?"

Laura took a deep breath. "Yes, sir."

Loki smiled, but it faded as his arm wrapped around her waist.

"This starts now. You do not leave my side unless I say otherwise. If I walk, you walk. If I sit, you sit."

"Yes, sir."

He slipped his hand beneath her dress and ran his fingers over her, feeling the dampness.

"You really do want this, don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. You are in for so much pleasure, my pet. Provided that you remain a good girl."

Loki stroked his fingers back and forth, causing Laura's mouth to fall open. He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth, then trailed his lips along her jaw.

"I'll be good. I promise."

Loki removed his hand.

"Don't stop," she whispered.

Loki grabbed her chin as he stepped back.

"Was that a command?"

"No, sir. A request."

"Then 'please' and 'sir' had better accompany that request. It should sound less like telling and more like begging."

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry. Please don't stop."

His grip on her chin loosened, and his fingers trailed over her face.

"Unfortunately, darling, we must go."

He extended his elbow and she slipped her hand in the crook. She wondered for a moment if she would last in this, but all doubt left her when he pulled her hand to his crotch. The bulge there was huge. He returned her hand to his arm, and whispered in her ear as they walked.

"I will ravish you later."

"I look forward to it, sir."

Loki smiled. "Good girl."