AN: This is basically just a chapter of smut (bondage, non/dub-con). Let me know what you think!
Freya's eyes blink open slowly to nothingness. Everything is a black so dark that there is nothing, and she wonders if she truly has opened her eyes. She pulls her hands towards her face to scrub at her eyes, but they are pulled up short with the sound of metal rattling against metal. She's clearly chained to the headboard of the bed she can feel beneath her.
She mentally kicks herself, completely bemused as to how she ended up here. She went out with friends, got drunk, and danced a bit. The rest is a blur, only she can hear herself asking, "did you drug me?", while a voice like honey murmurs, "of course I did little one".
That memory is enough to have her tugging at the chains holding her wrists in place, thrashing about as if that will help her pull loose. She is making a huge commotion when bright lights flick on overhead, and she is blinded. Her heart is pounding fast, and she blinks rapidly, hoping that it will clear her vision faster. She can hear the soft creaking of floorboards as someone walks towards her.
Slowly, the fuzzy shadow standing over her resolves itself into very attractive, very amused, smirking man. "Loki," she whispers. His smirk widens into a smile, his teeth flashing predatorily.
"So sweet of you to remember, little one," he murmurs. "Do you remember what you wanted to do with me last night?" Her eyes widen, and it's clear that she remembers exactly how eager she was to have sex with him right in the middle of the club. With alcohol gone from her system, she wants to get far, far away from him.
Loki leans down to kiss her, his lips soft against hers, reassuring. She bites down hard on his lower lip though, and he stands back up with a frown. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," he says, his voice clipped. "What will it be Freya?" He's smirking at her again, and it pisses her off.
She kicks out at him, but he snatches her ankle before she can connect. She tries to wriggle away, but he's immovable. "Go to hell, you creep!" she snaps. Loki is grinning now, as he leans down onto the bed beside her.
"Oh, I was hoping you would say that," he purrs in her ear. He pulls the slip she is lying in up, as if to take it off, but with her arms bound that would be impossible. Instead he rolls it over her eyes, leaving her blind once again. He kisses her mouth briefly, not letting her bite him again, before moving down her body. He dusts light kisses along her jaw, and she gasps quickly as she feels him tugging her panties down her legs.
His mouth is on her neck now; sucking, biting; marking her as his. Each mark makes her groan louder than the last, and she can't tell if it is the pain or the pleasure, because she can feel the latter pooling at the bottom of her stomach. Slowly, his mouth moves further down her body, stopping briefly to suckle on, and then sharply nip, each of her nipples.
When he nips the skin just below her bellybutton, her hips buck without her consent or approval. "Please Loki," she whimpers. "Stop! I don't want – argh!" Her protests are cut off with a cry of pain as Loki sheaths himself inside her in a single thrust. He allows himself a moment to become used to the tightness around his length before he begins to set a punishing pace, thrusting quickly and violently. Fucking her into the bed.
Freya moans with each thrust, first in pain, but increasingly from waves of pleasure that are beginning to flow through her body. Her hips are rising to meet his, and she can feel the heat that comes before her orgasm spreading across her skin.
Loki grasps her hips tightly, bruising as he holds them down on the bed. "This. Is. For. My. Pleasure." He says each word sharply as he thrusts into her. "Not. Yours." This angle is more painful for Freya, but Loki either doesn't realise or doesn't care. Despite his words and the pain, Freya can feel the sensations building, teetering on the precipice of release, but not quite toppling into the abyss.
With a final few thrusts, Loki groans and releases inside of her. She is only a moment away from her own orgasm, but Loki pulls out and lifts himself off the bed. She can hear him zipping up his pants again, and moans in frustration. She didn't want the sex, but surely if he was going to be an arse she could get something out of it?
He leans over her and gives her a chaste kiss on the lips before slipping the dress back over her body. As he turns to leave she can just catch a glimpse of her panties in his back pocket.
"Loki," she whimpers, "Can't I–"
"No." he snaps. "You chose the hard way Freya. Next time, be better, and I might decide to let you orgasm." He turns and looks her in the eye. "Don't frustrate me by disobeying, and I won't leave you frustrated." He smirks, "Simple."
Just as he opens the door, she calls out once more. "Loki?" she pauses, and he turns around with a patient smile. "You will come back soon, won't you?" He nods his head.
"Don't fret, little one. I shan't be long." Before she can reply the room is dark once more, and Loki is firmly on the other side of the closed door.
AN: Sorry this was a bit short, I wanted to update quickly. The next chapter will hopefully be longer. Please leave a review! I would love to know if you guys like where this is going.