Author's Note: This scene corresponds to chapter 34 of "Sophie of Midgard".
Sophie approached the bed slowly, her fingers fumbling with her clothes. She allowed them to form a pool at her feet as they fell away. One step more and she was at the edge of the bed, she reached out to put her hands against the smooth wood of one of the posts. She heard the groan of leather relaxing, and it was this sound that made her glance over her shoulder anxiously at Loki. His belt was off him now, held loosely in one hand. He wasn't going to use that on her, was he?
"Face forward," Loki said, his tone stern.
Sophie felt her heart pounding in her chest as she obeyed. She had never been whipped before. And never with a belt. Footsteps on the hard floor made her stiffen. She nearly turned around, but remembering Loki's warning, she froze and kept facing the bed just in time. Loki's fingers brushed through her hair, separating the long locks into sections, then weaving them into a long braid, which he hung over her shoulder, off her back.
"You may scream if you wish," Loki said into her ear, his voice gone low and husky, "Though you risk Soeren hearing you and interrupting us."
Oh, he was cruel. He knew the thought of her bodyguard, or anyone really, seeing her in this state would be humiliating to her. And he would make no effort to prevent that from happening. He put it completely in her hands. Sophie took a deep breath, bowing her head and closing her eyes. She was determined to stay silent. Distantly, she heard footsteps retreating again. The moment stretched longer and longer until she began to wonder when he would start.
In the next instant, Loki struck.
Sophie's back arched as the leather belt licked at her back, leaving a trail of fire on her skin, her head jerked up and back. He'd caught her between breaths, so she had no air to scream with. She expected him to strike her again in rapid succession, but he did not. He let her body relax and her breath return to a steady pace. Just as Sophie began to calm down, he lashed out at her again. This time, a whimper escaped her. It was all she could do not to scream. She was already wondering how on earth she would keep silent through this. He hadn't mentioned how many times he would hit her. As she was contemplating this, another long line of liquid fire stretched across her back. This time, she gave a stifled yelp. Again, he waited.
Her body relaxed after a few long moments, and she shuddered, unsure if it was from desire, fear, or something else. The stinging slowly subsided and vanished into nothing. Only to be replaced an instant more with another stripe of white-hot agony. Sophie let out a sob this time, then swiftly bit her lip. There were no tears yet, but oh, was she close. And yet, at the same time, she reveled in the pain. She loved feeling the sting, the pain, the burning on her skin. The next blow got her to release a tiny groan. She was panting now, her head felt light. She waited.
Nothing.
Again, she almost looked over her shoulder, but stopped just in time. She slowly calmed down, her breath returning to normal. She listened. There it was. Footsteps. Sophie sucked in a sharp breath as Loki's fingertips skimmed over her bare back.
"You're bleeding," he said softly, "With your fair, soft skin, that shouldn't be a surprise to me, I suppose."
"Is that it?" Sophie asked, opening her eyes, unsure if she wanted him to continue whipping her or not.
She focused her vision on the wooden post her hands were clutching as Loki's chuckle rumbled through his chest. The sound was dark and sensuous, it raised the tiny hairs on the back of her neck and sent a shiver down her spine, made her toes curl on the smooth, cool stone floor.
"If you mean am I finished whipping you, then yes. But that is not the end of this, kitten. Not by far."
Sophie gasped as something hot sent searing pain up her back, marking a trail right over one of the places the belt must have opened a thin, shallow laceration. It was Loki's tongue. He had just licked her blood. The sensation made her shiver and arch her back. That should not be so fucking hot, Sophie thought fervently, It should not. And yet it is. She let out a breath and leaned her head forward, resting her forehead on the solid post before her, closing her eyes once more. Loki's body was a hair's breadth away from hers, she could sense it. Yet he was careful to keep his body off her back. Instead, he leaned his head down close to hers and kissed the side of her neck. Sophie stiffened, whimpering, struggling to control herself.
She almost jumped a foot in the air when she felt his fingers brush ever so lightly against her sex. She was wet, she realized that now. No, soaked. His long, slender finger slid easily into her. Sophie let out a shaky, breathy moan. Her brows furrowed as she tried to get a grip, focusing on the feel of the wooden post against her forehead, the only solid thing in her world, the only thing that was steady, that was keeping her upright. Other than his lips on her neck and his fingers slowly pumping in and out of her, Loki wasn't touching her, wasn't supporting her in any way.
"Loki..." Sophie whispered, grinding her hips desperately against his hand, "Please..."
Stars, she needed more.
"What is it you desire, kitten?" Loki asked softly, "Speak it. Perhaps I shall be a merciful God and oblige."
Sophie groaned. Smug bastard.
"Please, just fuck me already. Please, Loki."
In an instant, his hand and lips were gone from her. Sophie's eyes flew open.
"Get on your knees on the edge of the bed," Loki instructed, "Lean the upper half of your body forward and support yourself on your elbows on the mattress."
Sophie did as he said but couldn't resist a peek over her shoulder at him. He was completely naked now, but her eyes were drawn to focus on his eyes, which burned with intensity as he looked at her.
"Turn back around," he ordered.
She did, grabbing fist fulls of the blankets to steady herself. She felt so exposed like this, her behind lifted in the air.
"Look at you, kitten. Your legs are already spread wide for me. So ready for your master. Allow me to show you what comes of such obedience."
Sophie blinked. She hadn't even realized until he said it that she had planted her knees far apart instead of close together. No wonder she'd been feeling so vulnerable. She didn't have time to think any further, however, before something cool spread across the crack of her behind, and something firm pressed against the tiny hole between her cheeks. It was solid and pushed forward with the slow, relentless pace of a glacier, bearing down with irresistible force. She glanced back at Loki, alarmed, and found he was holding a butt plug against her. He caught her gaze, smiling.
"Relax," Loki said soothingly.
Sophie frowned. She did list anal sex as a soft limit in their first talk about what sort of play they would engage in, after all. He wasn't going in with his dick, not yet...so she faced forward once more and took a deep breath, making a conscious effort to relax every part of her body. The tapered plug slid in further, her ass felt impossibly full...and then the pressure eased abruptly, though the full feeling persisted. Loki pressed the end of the plug a few times, ensuring it was firmly lodged within her. Sophie wiggled her hips back and forth a bit, getting used to the odd sensation. This wasn't so bad. She lifted her hips a bit more in the air, silently telling Loki she was ready to continue. Sophie moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock shoving into her wet heat. Stars, she had never felt so impossibly stuffed.
"Oohhh, fuck," she cursed.
She squeezed the life out of the blankets as Loki pounded her from behind, his hands on her hips, using his grip as leverage to fuck her harder, faster. Loki groaned; the sound made Sophie's toes curl with bliss.
"Oh, you are so tight, kitten," Loki growled.
Sophie squeaked with alarm and pleasure as he built up even more speed and force. Gasping for breath, she slid a hand between her legs, massaging her clit firmly as Loki banged her.
"Ugh, yes," she groaned, "Fuck, Loki. Don't stop, I'm so close."
He slapped her ass suddenly. Hard. It only made Sophie moan louder.
"I love seeing your pale skin turn red under my touch," Loki smirked, unholy amusement dancing in his eyes.
He swatted both her ass cheeks several times, one right after another, making the pain mount higher and higher. But as it did, so too did the pleasure increase for both of them. Loki felt her walls fluttering around him, a silent signal that she was nearly there. He needed only to push her over the edge.
"Cum, whore," he snarled, "Cum around your master's cock, with your ass impaled, stuffed like the little slut you are."
Sophie buried her face in the blankets as she screamed, muffling the loud sound as her muscles clenched around Loki's cock. Loki moaned as she suddenly contracted around him, squeezing him desperately. He came undone mere seconds after her. Neither of them moved for a few moments.
Then Loki straightened up and gently removed the plug from Sophie's ass. He used a conjured cloth to wipe the wetness from them both, then tossed it into the rubbish receptacle. Before allowing either of them to relax, he conjured a glass of water and had Sophie drink it. She hadn't even realized how dry her mouth and throat had become, so she gulped the cool liquid gratefully. That done, Loki set the empty glass on the nightstand and tended to the welts and minor cuts on Sophie's back and ass. Only after all that was finished did he stretch out on his back on the bed. Sophie curled up on her stomach half on top of him, and he drew up the covers around her carefully. She got cold so easily.