A/N: Time for some plot, a presentation and reluctant public sex shenanigans.

You made your way to your office cabin slowly, gingerly, trying your best to appear normal… trying not to appear like a freaking god with a monster between his legs completely ravaged you last night.

With that thought, memories from the previous night assaulted your mind once again.

Him pinning you to the bed while fucking you with the force of a sledgehammer, taking the term 'fucked into the mattress' a little too literally…

Him murmuring the lewdest things in your ear as his hard length plowed into you from behind…

Him telling you to scream his name, for he loved it…

Loki had been relentless, and you could do nothing else but take it as he held you in his clutches. The sheer power of his actions, the command he wielded over you, all had served to take control away from you.

And when he was done with you, you had been left trembling and panting on your bed. Your eyes had been glassy and unfocused, but you had felt the intensity of his gaze on you while he had dressed himself. Your mind had been a jumble of thoughts, with most of them flitting around all the sexual exploits he had drawn from you.

You hadn't been fucked… you had been owned. And the dark, forbidden parts of your mind had rejoiced in that. You had no choice but to admit that him being forceful had been a huge turn on. It was your deepest, darkest fantasy come true.

Now, in the light of the day, your actions of last night came back to haunt you. You'd have been okay with it if it were any other random guy. But no… it was Loki. He was fucked up on many levels, his past villainy was still fresh in everyone's minds, and he was still kind of evil in the way he had treated you.

You knew you had essentially put your hand in a hornet's nest.

Now, you'd have to try to avoid him even more than you did earlier.

You had just about settled down at your workstation when Tony Stark called you and asked you to come over to his office. You groaned in resignation and made the trek, awful as it was in your present condition.

"So, Matrix, I've noticed that you've put in a lot of good work in our latest project, and it's quite impressive," Stark claimed as he swung sideways in his chair, facing you across the table. "The presentation will be on in a few minutes, everyone will be attending."

"Really? Awesome!" Excitement flooded your veins upon hearing his words of praise, so much that you didn't even react to the nickname he'd just given you. "Everyone? As in…?"

"All the technicians and programmers in my employ, plus the Avengers. It's a security program after all, and they need to be in on it. I'm keeping SHIELD off it for now, but I'm sure either Clint or Nat would share the info." He seemed kind of pissed off after uttering that last sentence. Interesting.

"I'm sure they'll like it as well. Less threats to Earth equals less headaches for them," you reasoned, tapping your fingers against your seat to release some of your excitement.

"Yeah, about that…" Stark began after a few beats. "I have an assignment for you, but I need to trust you fully for it. And I'm telling you from the get go that your career's future depends on how well you handle it."

You wondered what that meant, until he passed you a non-disclosure agreement. That confused you, because you had already signed a non-disclosure agreement while entering Stark's employ.

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking," said Stark, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. "This agreement is strictly for the assignment I'm giving you. And no one other than both of us—you and I—are aware of it. I want it to remain that way."

"I'm still not aware of it," you blurted, growing nervous thinking about what sort of crazy stuff might be coming your way. "And I don't wanna do anything illegal."

"That's a relative term," he argued, giving you a reassuring smile. "And don't worry, I'll pay you extra for this work."

"What do I have to do?"

"Use your coding skills to keep an eye on certain parts of SHIELD. There's some weird shit going on there."

Your eyes widened in shock. "Why don't you do it yourself?"

"I probably lack the subtlety and the time required for it."

"Why me?"

"You're the best I've got right now, and I've tested you thoroughly."

So, the security program you helped in designing had been a test of sorts?

Stark gave you a leveled a stare which said that he meant business.

"Okay… but what if they find out?" The thought of that happening was unsettling enough to make you shudder in fear.

"Try not to let them find out, but don't fret, I have your back." Stark winked at you and handed you a pen.

He obviously wasn't going to give you the time to think it over. It was a tempting offer, and the money you could earn through it was four times the salary you were getting.

For the first time since you accepted his job offer, you kind of regretted it. Still, you signed the agreement.

As you exited Stark's office, you came face to face with none other than Loki. You were so startled to see him that a little squeak escaped you as you stopped in front of him.

He leered at you, and then tried to block your path as you made an awkward attempt to walk past him. His behavior only added to your nerves.

"I had thought that after last night I'd find you running towards me rather than away from me," he said, grasping your wrist. "Or maybe you like being chased and hunted down like a quarry. Hmm?"

His cold grip made you shiver, reminding you of how the temperature difference between your body and his had created new sensations inside you last night.

"Please, now is not the time to—"

The door to Stark's office opened, and immediately, Loki let go of your hand. You took a step away from him in a hurry, just as Stark emerged, walking with a purpose towards the presentation room. He saw you and gave you a curt nod of acknowledgment, nothing more. You remained quiet.

He then focused on Loki and gave him a wry smile. "Reindeer Games, I never thought you'd respond to my invite. I guess there is still hope for you!"

"I merely came to refresh my knowledge of the meager Midgardian technology, Stark, don't flatter yourself." The statement was delivered with such contempt, it almost felt tangible.

Stark simply rolled his eyes and opened the door to the presentation room in fake deference to Loki. "Please come in, your highness, grace this hall with your glorious presence."

You silently giggled at Stark's antics, all the while Loki glared at him as he walked in.

The presentation room filled in with Stark's employees quickly. The rest of the Avengers' team came in soon after, but Thor was nowhere to be seen.

You noticed how Loki chose to sit in the back, and everyone seemed to avoid sitting anywhere near him, including the superheroes.

"Stark," he called from the back, "Send one of your minions to explain this absurd endeavour to me. Make it a little more engaging and I might be persuaded to help with it."

You heard a collective groan throughout the crowd. Loki was trying his best to be as annoying as possible.

Stark sighed and looked in the general direction of the front row. His eyes landed on you, and you saw the decision being made in a split second.

"Matrix, please go and do the needful. You know about this project in depth, go fry his brains."

You scowled and tried to speak up, but Stark gave you the look that said 'I know you're not thrilled about this, neither of us are, but you gotta do what you gotta do.'

There was no way out. You kind of hated Stark in that moment.

Slowly, you rose from your seat and walked towards the back of the room, where Loki was waiting. He looked thoroughly bored, but you could see the obvious glee in his eyes.

It was humiliating in a way, to sit with your tormentor and explain mundane things to him while the not so mundane details about your thorough fucking at his hands assaulted your memory.

The lights dimmed as you reached your intended seat, shrouding the room in darkness. Even though a crowd was right next to you, the prospect of sitting in a darkened room with Loki was making you nervous.

"Let me give you the basics of the project first…," you began as soon as you sat down, wanting to keep everything work oriented between the two of you.

"Hush now," he interrupted, shifting closer to you. "I know all about this project and I know that you're deeply involved in it."

"Then why did you ask…?" You looked at him in surprise, and he gave you a predatory grin which answered your question. The asshole did the whole charade of 'not knowing about the project' to see if Stark would do the predictable thing and send you. It all worked out as he had wished.

You tried to shift away from him, but he put an arm around you and stopped you from doing so.

"Now let's talk about what I actually wanted to discuss. There's a change in your gait," he whispered in your ear as you glanced around nervously. "Are you still sore and distended from our activities of last night?"

You blushed deeply but remained silent, hiding your face from him with the curtain of your hair. This was exactly why you didn't want to sit here. He was trying to rub it in your face, by mentioning last night, by reminding you how easily you had capitulated to his demands.

Before you, the screen came to life and the project presentation began playing. You were too worried to pay it any mind.

"Answer me," he all but ordered, his voice low and menacing.

"Yes," you answered, closing your eyes in shame.

He brushed your hair away, removing your flimsy blind of safety.

"Look at me."

You did as he asked, not wanting to attract the attention of anyone in the crowd.

"Do you want me to make it better?" he asked, his eyes dancing with delight.

"Loki, please…" You didn't know what to do. You simply tried to plead with him, though unsure of what exactly you were pleading for.

"I'll make it feel good," he said, making a waving move with his hand. "I'll make it feel blissful."

The next thing you knew, his hand was under your skirt, creeping higher.

"There are people around us, are you mad?" you whispered, staring at him with widening eyes.

"So you'd be fine with it if the people weren't here?"

His hand was rubbing against your panties now, tantalizing you with light nudges to your clit. It was arousing you despite the soreness.

"Just… don't start with this." You grabbed his forearm, but couldn't pull his hand out from under your skirt.

"Why not?" he countered. "You let me play with you last night. You pleaded with me to fuck you, again and again. Suddenly feeling demure now?"

"Oh god… if someone sees me like this, I'm ruined."

"Then remain quiet and don't attract attention to yourself."

"But… but… this is indecent," you let out weakly as he pulled your panties to the side to rub your clit in slow circles.

"That's why it's fun. Now open wide, darling." Once again, you found yourself following his orders. Your legs opened up to allow him more access.

Your eyes scanned the crowd to see if anyone noticed Loki's shenanigans in the back, but everyone seemed to be riveted with the presentation.

You heard Loki whisper in a foreign tongue then, and suddenly, an electric feeling jolted you, focused right at your clit. You bit your lip to remain silent as the electric buzz intensified. What the hell was he doing?

You had no idea what was going on, and it scared you. As you stared into his eyes with obvious panic, he brought his other hand up to gesture a 'shhh' to you.

His still buzzing fingers dipped into your wetness then, and you stiffened in discomfort. But soon enough, the ache between your legs evaporated, leaving behind a pleasant feeling as the buzzing stopped.

You realized that the pleasant feeling was him finger-fucking you, stimulating all your pleasure points.

Once again, stirrings of panic rose in your mind as you looked ahead. Loki was pleasuring you in a room full of people. And yet, you were letting him… you were enjoying it, even.

"You're so wet, you're practically drenching my fingers," he crooned in your ear, his cold lips brushing against your earlobe.

You were obscenely wet, and it was embarrassing. You had nothing to say for your traitorous body.

"I bet you would still let me touch you, even if the people were watching. What say you?"

You just shook your head mutely, trying to keep from making any noise.

He chuckled, curving his fingers inside you as he intensified their movements. "Oh, I know the answer to that, even if you don't. Now be a dear and come for me."

"Someone will hear… see," you said brokenly, even as you felt yourself contract around his fingers.

"I don't care if someone will see or hear you, you will come for me. Right here, right now," he growled in your ear, holding you tighter in his grip.

As if his words were an express command and you were compelled to listen to them, you came, hard, with his fingers drawing out your pleasure against your will. You whimpered quietly as you writhed in his arms, hoping that no one in the room decided to turn their heads in your direction.

The presentation came to a conclusion as you regained your lost breath. Loki removed his hold on you and sat back against his chair, licking his fingers slowly as he looked ahead at the now dimming screen.

You exited the room before the lights came on or anyone had a chance to stand up. You simply wanted to get the hell out of there before anyone saw your reddened, post orgasmic face.

Once outside, you took deep, calming breaths as you headed for the elevators.

You wanted to avoid bumping into anyone in this state and your cabin seemed like a nice sanctuary. You knew you wouldn't encounter anyone around there right now, as everyone was still inside the presentation room.

Once on your office's floor, you nearly sprinted to reach your safe haven.

You didn't make it far when a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you towards a supply closet. You knew that grip well by now, and you struggled against it.

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