Warning: This chapter contains sex and spanking. If you're under 18, then don't read it.
Chapter 7: The Morning After
When Carolina woke up wearing the expensive night dress Frau Huber had given her, and lying in the bed her gracious hostess asked her to sleep in, she knew the events of the last twelve hours had not been a dream. Her mind flashed to the night before. Loki, a crazed self-proclaimed deity planning to take over her world, had given her the best sex she had ever had. Ever.
When Loki had carried her to the bed, Carolina tried to tell herself it would be like having sex with David. He would take what he needed and it would be over in a matter of minutes. All she had to do was not think of the impossible situation she was in. But then she saw Loki's naked form before her. He looked exquisite and all thoughts of David were out of her mind. Then Loki's mouth explored body, her womanhood, and she responded…
Carolina shamefully covered her face as she remembered. Why had she let him do that to her? She rationalized that if she hadn't allowed it, Loki would have forced her anyway and it would have been extremely unpleasant for her…instead of what it actually was.
No man had ever considered her sexual needs before. She never voiced those desires with David because it didn't really occur to her to do so…she was just glad to have someone in her life…to not be alone. The other two men she had slept with before were the ones she slept with because she thought that's what a relationship consisted of…but they were interested in their own completion and never made an attempt to see her again afterwards. Carolina wasn't naive enough to think that Loki cared about her satisfaction. She knew it was one of his methods of control. He controlled her body, her breathing, the sounds she made, all to gratify his ego…to prove his ability as a lover and his power over her…and she confirmed those beliefs.
Was this what her life was going to be now? Trapped one bedroom away from a power-hungry murderer, at his beck and call for his…pleasure, like some sex slave? She thought she was past being someone's property. She already lived under the same roof as a man who sought to control, belittle, and dominate her. She thought she was free to live her life now…to find her own way. How had she come to this unfortunate place again?
A knock at the door brought Carolina back from her thoughts. The doors opened and the cheerful figure of Frau Huber walked in with a few small items in her hand. The doors were closed behind her by the two agents still outside the bedroom, and the older woman walked over to Carolina.
"Miss Leon," the soft voice greeted the younger woman, "I hope you slept well."
Carolina felt her cheeks blush as she sat up in the bed. She hoped Frau Huber didn't know what happened the night before. Of course not, she told herself. She was just being polite. "Yes, I did. Thank you."
"I am glad. Now there is much to do today." The kind woman gently removed the bedding away from Carolina and held out a hand to aid the young woman out of bed. Carolina felt the gesture was completely unnecessary, but she accepted the help nonetheless. "Was the night dress to your liking, child?" asked Frau Huber after noticing Carolina's apparel.
Carolina smiled. She wasn't used to wearing night dresses to bed. She usually wore shorts or sweats and a t-shirt, but since she didn't want to sleep naked after her night with Loki, she wore the night dress in lieu of putting her waitress uniform back on. "It was very comfortable. Thank you, Frau Huber."
"Excellent. Now, I will measure you for your new clothes." Frau Huber set a small notepad and pencil onto the nightstand next to the bed. She began unraveling the long, plastic measuring tape in her hand. "Please stand straight and tall, my dear."
Feeling rather silly, Carolina followed Frau Huber's instructions as the older woman took her measurements and wrote them down on her notepad. After they were done, Carolina said, "I don't mean to be rude, Frau Huber, but I don't think I need new clothes. What you have in the closet is more than enough."
"Oh, you misunderstand, my child. You will only take what fits you properly. Also, I must buy you dresses worthy of the king's eyes…"
"Dresses?" Carolina laughed awkwardly. "I don't really wear dresses, Frau Huber. I mostly wear jeans, I mean, I wear skirts for work…"
"Those are the king's orders," the older woman kindly informed her, as if the statement settled the matter.
Carolina felt her brow furrow, but she sighed. She was not going to argue over something so arbitrary. "If those are the kings orders, then it's the way it should be," she said a bit bitterly.
"Exactly." Frau Huber sounded pleased thinking Carolina finally understood, missing her sarcastic tone completely. "Now you must bathe and dress before you go downstairs for breakfast. Come." She walked Carolina over to the bathroom, showed her where everything was, then left.
As soon as the warm spray of water overhead splashed her body, Carolina felt herself relax. She knew there would be much to deal with outside the bathroom, but in the enclosed space of the shower and its warmth, she would not let herself think about it, at least for a few short minutes. She breathed in the jasmine scent from the shampoo bottle as she washed her hair, giving her head a much-needed massage. Then she cleaned herself with the lavender-scented body wash. She thought about the night before, and she imagined she was washing the sweat and fluids away, making herself clean once more.
Reluctant to leave her newfound haven, she made herself turn off the shower. She twisted her hair in her hands and squeezed as much excess water as she could. She opened the foggy, glass door to reach for the towel hanging nearby when she saw the tall, imposing figure of her captor.
Carolina gasped as she jumped back. She thought she might see Loki at breakfast, but there he was standing in front of her, fully clothed in black, green, and gold, looking down at her intensely, while she stood in the shower wet and naked. "What are you doing here?!" she cried. She quickly crossed her arms around her chest and turned around into a corner to hide as much of herself as she could. She knew it was useless; her haven was now her cage.
She watched from over her shoulder as Loki stepped into the shower. It was an odd scene to witness: the powerful being in his peculiar clothing, seemingly from another time, standing in a modern bathroom shower. He was directly behind her. "I need not explain myself, mortal," he seethed at her. He was angry. What could she have done since their last encounter to provoke his ire? "Turn around."
Carolina's body shook with sudden coldness as the heat precipitated from her skin. She could not bring herself to follow his order; she was too embarrassed and afraid. She suddenly felt a strong, stinging slap against one of her lower cheeks, and she cried out in pain.
"DO AS I SAY!" His yell echoed throughout the room, piercing Carolina's ears.
She cowered in her corner for a second, then she slowly turned around, trying not to slip on the wet surface. Her shoulders were tense, her head down, and her eyes shut. When Loki spoke again, his voice was lower but still threatening. "Never cover your body from me."
She knew that order would come. Her erratic breathing shook her body, but she lowered her arms to her sides, exposing her entire nude form to the dark prince.
Loki allowed himself to take in her curvaceous figure for a moment before concentrating on her face. He wondered why she was still closing her eyes. What good would that do her? He smirked inwardly before slapping the bottom cheek closest to him. "Look at me," he ordered.
Carolina opened her eyes and lifted her head to look upon the enraged god. She felt tears forming in her eyes, but she kept them under control, awaiting his next move. Did he want her again so soon? Once more she wondered if she could have somehow provoked his temper.
Loki grabbed her chin to retain her gaze, "Did you think that due to our coupling last night I would overlook your previous transgression?" For a moment Carolina was confused. Then she realized he was talking about her attempted escape. She thought they already addressed that the night before. "Last night served to satisfy my needs. Do not think your crime will go unpunished." Carolina's eyes widened in horror. Punishment? What kind of punishment? The hand on her chin lowered and his fingers wrapped around her neck; she instinctively grabbed the hand. His grip was loose, but firm. "Do you realize how easily I could snap your neck, you weak mortal?"
Carolina felt her tears fall freely down her cheeks. Suddenly she felt Loki twist one of her nipples painfully with his other hand. She cried out and responded, "Yes, sir." She felt another twist of her nipple. "Ahh! Yes, my lord," she corrected herself. "Please don't kill me," she pleaded. She didn't want to die. She had gone through so much sadness and pain in her life, and she was just beginning to discover that she didn't have to live that way. She felt reborn, and he was threatening to take that away.
"I should kill you," he sneered at her pleading expression. He reveled in the fear she was eliciting, and he knew his message was being received. But he still wanted to play. "I'm told it is a natural human instinct to flee when one feels in danger." He didn't admit this was not an uncommon Asgardian reaction as well, "How can I be sure you won't do it again, I wonder?"
As if on cue, his little human sang the expected tune, "I won't, my lord. I promise I won't!"
"Hmm," he faked thoughtful consideration, "How can I believe you? I can't have you presuming I would forgive further offenses. You must be punished."
Again he mentioned punishment. Carolina had endured beatings before, as well as agonizing physical and mental pain. But she survived. If this god didn't actually try to kill her, then she would survive again.
She took a moment to close her eyes and take a deep breath. She opened them again and tried to calm her breathing. She looked into Loki's eyes, resolved in her decision. "Then do it. Punish me, my lord." She removed her hands from the hand he had around her neck, and calmly lowered them to her sides.
Loki dropped his hand from her neck and stepped back in awe. He had expected the woman to accept her punishment, but he did not expect her to accept it with such dignity. In fact, he hoped to leave her with no dignity at all. He did not allow himself to show his surprise. He merely smiled and told her to turn around and to place her palms on the wall in front of her. She took a deep breath and did as he instructed. He leaned forward and spoke into her ear. "You should thank me for administering this discipline instead of killing you…"
He didn't expect to hear her calmly reply, "Thank you, my lord, for deciding to punish me instead of killing me."
His smile was his only acknowledgement of her response. He continued to give his instructions. "I will strike your luscious backside ten times. You will count each strike aloud, then thank me for giving it to you. Do you understand?" He saw her nod. "Good. Now spread your legs shoulder-width apart." As soon as she complied he slapped a cheek with his palm.
Carolina cried out feeling the stinging pain then said, "One. Thank you, my lord." She had never been slapped on her backside before. She was used to slaps and blows to her face, kicks and punches to her stomach, twists of her arms, but she'd never been abused on her bottom before. It felt strange. Even the pain felt different. It stung, but the feeling was isolated to the spot he hit. She felt another slap on her other cheek. "Two," she cried, "Thank you, my lord."
Loki tried not to hit the same spot twice, but it was inevitable. It was just as well. She needed to remember the pain whenever she dared to think about crossing him again. He relished in every cry he evoked from her lips, like a musician performing a masterpiece. Not only did her musical cries sound like those of fierce lovemaking, but they were also making his member grow hard in his trousers. He breathed deeply as he struck her again.
"Five. Thank you, my lord."
He pretended she was crying out in erotic passion. Perhaps she was. He smelled a hint of her arousal since the first slap, when he bade her to turn around. His next slap landed directly between her legs. He was pleased to feel it wet with her juices.
"Ah! Six. Thank you, my lord."
That was a different sound. Was his little Carolina enjoying her punishment? How deliciously promising… He rubbed the material in front of his twitching cock while he continued to spank her, letting a couple more strikes stray to her dripping core. Finally he let the last one linger on her cheek.
"Ten. Thank you, my lord." Carolina drew out a long breath. She leaned her head forward against the wall and tried to control her breathing and her tears. It was over. It hurt, but she had suffered far worse before.
Loki grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face him. Her face was red from her irregular breathing and full of tears. She looked exquisite. "Have you anything to say?"
Carolina wasn't sure what he wanted to hear, so she tried to cover everything. "Thank you for my punishment, my lord. You could have killed me, but you were merciful enough to spare my life." New tears formed as she realized the truth in her words, "I will never try to run away again."
"I'm glad to hear it, my pet." He enjoyed the defeated sound of her voice. She was learning. What a good little human. He reached down between her legs and slid a finger along her sex. He held the finger up to show the result of her punishment. He saw her close her eyes and lower her head in shame.
She knew her body was reacting against her will, but she had been focusing on getting through the pain and telling Loki what he wanted to hear. She didn't have enough energy to try to keep her arousal from manifesting. She had never been turned on by abuse before. She knew there were people who did, and she had been certain that she wasn't one of them. After all, she endured years of violence and never once enjoyed it. How was this different?
"Well, you've received your punishment swimmingly, my dear," his hands started undoing his trousers, "Now it's time for my reward for not snapping your little neck." As soon as his trousers fell to the ground, he pushed Carolina against the wall.
She cried out in pain as her sore backside hit the cool shower wall and the hands that had caused the inevitable redness on her cheeks pulled her up. He lowered her on his ready and waiting shaft, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him to steady herself.
"Don't get overly comfortable, pet," he told her, "This won't take long." He began thrusting up into her and bringing her hips down to meet his. He watched as her breasts bounced in front of him; he wanted to put one in his mouth, but he had to keep this brief. He cherished her wayward moans and the way she gripped his arms. She was unguarded, wild. He didn't plan on letting her reach her completion, but he enjoyed her cries of passion far too much to deprive himself of it, so he reached between them to find her sensitive spot. Shortly afterwards Carolina screamed her satisfaction, and Loki followed moments later. He reluctantly withdrew from her and lowered her to her feet instead of enjoying the afterglow of their mating. "Go downstairs and break your fast, Carolina. There is much to do before we leave for your homeland today."
