I don't own Loki or Natasha, or make money off them. But boy do I have fun with them ^.^
Natasha set to work proving her words true. She slid her hands down his chest, and tugged at his belt. He cursed softly and stood up, unhooking it and tossing it away, before dragging the tunic over his head. Natasha slipped her hands under the cambric shirt and around to his back, pulling him back to her. She kissed him with all the skill she possessed, and was rewarded with a low groan. Her hands wandered lower to grab his sculpted rear, pressing his hips into hers roughly.
Loki chuckled against her lips. "Oh you are eager," he grinned. He slid a hand under her back, pulling her up a little off the table so he could loosen the laces of her dress. He then began to slide the dress off her shoulders and down, drinking in the sight of her as she was revealed to him. Before she could pull her hands free of the sleeves, though, his hand darted behind her and caught the laces again drawing them tight.
She frowned and tried again to pull free. She could not-her hands were pinned to her sides by the tightness of her dress.
"You don't like that, do you?" he murmured as he tied the laces securely. "Such skillful fingers, but what are you without them?" He pressed her shoulders back against the rough wood of the table before sliding his hands down to take a double handful of her full breasts.
She moaned and arched up, but he moved his hips away, out of her reach. She mewled plaintively, but he ignored it, bending down to tease her nipples with tongue and teeth.
Natasha waited until he was well and truly engrossed in his task, and then quickly wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in as she swiveled her hips against him seductively. It was her turn to grin as he inhaled sharply, indulging in a few thrusts before he stood, chuckling.
"Resourceful," he admitted. He tried to pry her legs from his waist, but she continued to move against him, not giving up so easily. He shook his head, amused, and slid a hand up her skirt. Without hesitation he began to work her most sensitive spot, his thumb pressing in circles that made her gasp. She felt her strength ebb away, her legs releasing her hold as she strove to grant him better access.
"Ah, there's a good girl," Loki crooned, and flipped her on to her stomach.
Natasha huffed, squirming against the hand pressed into her back to hold her down. "Why do you always do this?" she whined.
"Because," she could hear the smile in his voice as he nudged her feet apart with his own. "This is just how I like you." with his free hand, he began to pull her skirt up.
"What," she turned her head, trying to see him, "at your mercy?"
"Precisely," he breathed, ghosting his hand over her now exposed cheeks. "Now hold still," he said patronizingly.
Natasha couldn't help it, his tone was the last straw. She hooked his ankles with her feet and deliberately squirmed against him.
Loki gasped and then cursed. He grabbed her hips tightly and wrenched her away. He snapped his fingers and she suddenly found that she could no longer move her feet. It felt as though they had been tied to the legs of the table.
She was testing the strength of her bonds when she was shocked by the sharp sting of his hand against her backside. She yelped in surprise.
"I said, hold still," he warned through clenched teeth, but his hand gently soothed the red mark on her skin.
Natasha did as she was told, but only because she was thinking. Clearly he desired total control over her body, but that still left her a number of tricks up her sleeves.
When it was clear that she wasn't going to struggle further, Loki began again to please her with his fingers. She whimpered and tried not to move, but her hips ground themselves against the rough wood of their own volition. Loki seemed not to mind, and even removed the hand from her back to tear at the laces of his breeches.
The both of them groaned in relief as he pressed into her, but it was short-lived for Natasha. He began to move with a torturously slow rhythm, and she dug her fingernails into her palms with the effort of holding still. She whimpered, and felt him jerk in response.
Aha, she thought through the fog of passion. "Nnn... Loki..." she moaned.
"Yes?" he sounded very out of breath. It seemed that keeping his pace was almost as difficult for him as it was for her.
"Please..." she begged, and he growled low, leaning over her.
"Please what?" he said in his dangerous voice.
She swallowed, suddenly nervous. "I want..." she moaned, "I need more. Faster." She twitched beneath him a little to emphasize her point. "I want to feel you... deep inside me," she whispered.
Loki groaned and leaned his forehead against her back. Then, to her surprise, he began to comply. He moved faster, his pace less steady, rougher. He brushed her hair off her back, twining his fingers in it and pulling her head back. He drew his tongue up the back of her neck, and she shuddered.
"Yes," she breathed, "Oh yes, Loki, please..." she began to moan in time with his thrusts, faster and faster.
"Natasha," he gasped, and she was surprised by the desperation in his voice. "Come to me now, darling, I don't-"
Natasha hadn't needed the encouragement, she had already been very close. She cried out as she climaxed, her body tightening hard around him. He shouted something unintelligible and then bit down on her shoulder, just hard enough to hurt. He slammed into her once, twice, and then stilled on the third before collapsing onto her, panting and out of breath.
"Damn," he breathed softly.
"Hmm?" she murmured. She felt her feet released and squirmed against him, assuming she was free to do so now.
Loki reached between them and undid the laces of her dress, freeing her hands. "Next time I may have to gag that pretty mouth of yours. You are always ruining my fun." he pulled away from her slowly, and then sat heavily in a chair.
Natasha stood, pulling her dress back onto her shoulders. She sat on the table, studying him. "Why do you always need to be so in control?" she asked, and moved to sit on his lap. "Why can't you just let go, and enjoy it?"
He sighed heavily, toying with the loose collar of her dress. His hand slid up, to encircle her neck. She could feel her pulse against his fingers, and fought to stay calm. "I could kill you," he said sweetly, "with less than a thought. As you may have noticed, I am not like your other men. My strength is such that if I were to 'let go,' as you propose..." he released her neck, and she saw a flash of revulsion cross his face. "I am not certain you would survive the encounter."
She thought about that a moment. "What was it you used on my legs?" she asked suddenly.
He smiled, and a green scarf appeared in his hand. It was the same fabric as the dress he had made her the night before. She took it from him, studying it. It was much stronger than she would have guessed. "What is it? I've never seen it's like before."
"It's called silk," he said. "It comes from a land far to the East of here. It is made, I beleive, of something like a spider's web, with threads that stretch over a mile long."
"That would explain why it's so strong," she mused, rubbing it between her fingers. She eyed him speculatively. "Could you make a rope from it?" she asked.
Loki frowned a little, but complied, and the scarf in her hand changed to a short length of black rope, as thick as her thumb.
She played with it, thinking. "What if..." she stopped, shaking her head.
"What?" he drawled. When she looked away he caught her chin in hand and turned it back. "I know you have something clever in mind. Tell me."
Natasha thought this was probably a very bad idea. "You seem focused on keeping me from exciting you. But what if you were the one who could not move?"
He looked from her, to the rope, putting the pieces together. He sighed, and took the rope from her. He pulled on it from either end, slowly increasing the strength. The rope creaked, and stretched, but did not beak. He let go, letting out a puff of breath. "It would hold," he agreed, "as long as whatever it was tied to did. But I am not certain if I would enjoy such a thing." he shuddered.
"I'll make you a deal," she offered quickly.
He raised an eyebrow. "You would bargain with the mad god?"
She licked her lips. "For this simple thing, yes. I shall do precisely as you like. Be a good girl, stay still. And quiet."
His other eyebrow rose to join it's twin. "And what do you expect in return? I won't set you free, if that's what you were hoping. You're far too... entertaining."
She shook her head. "Let me try this," she took the rope back from him.
Loki considered her for a long moment. "Alright," he ran a hand through his hair. "You have a deal." he let out a long, shuddering breath. He grabbed her by the hips and for a moment she thought he was going to take her up on it then and there.
He laughed outright as he lifted her off his lap. "No, sweet thing, I must give you time to recover. And there are other things which I must attend to." He stood and magicked his clothes back into place.
"What sorts of things?" Natasha asked as he turned her around to do up her laces.
"None of your concern," he said sternly. "You are free to explore this place as much as you like. If you get lost, or have need of me, simply call me and I shall appear. Now off with you." He swatted her behind.
She turned around to chide him, but he was already gone.
A/N: Hey there guys, didn't want you to think I had forgotten you! I've been very busy working on Anima Complex, but I thought I should probably update here as well. I am totally flabbergasted by how popular this story is, already it has far more views than my entire deviantART site, and that's been around for like 2 years. I'm so glad so many of you are enjoying the story, and I hope you keep tuning in for more. Next chapter, there's a bit of a wrench thrown into the workings!
