"On your knees for me? Such a good girl you are."
Darcy flinched at the sound of his voice, his choice of words making her flush in shame. She glanced up at him, meeting icy green eyes from her position on the floor. She had come to the employee lounge to work on transcribing some of Jane's notes. While reaching for her coffee, she had accidently knocked some of the notebooks onto the floor and was in the process of picking them up when Loki had walked into the room.
He had been coming to her at seemingly random intervals for weeks since the dinner party. He would be upon her before she even knew what hit her and fuck her thoroughly before leading her on her way to wherever she happened to be going. Each time she would be left sore, sticky wet from their combined come and would be forced to continue her day in that state. Every time she would try to get to a bathroom to clean herself, he would seem to appear and deter her from her goal. She knew she had to positively reek of sex after their encounters and would pray no one would notice.
Loki nudged the inside of her thigh with a booted foot exposing her most private area to his view. He knelt down on one knee, reaching under her skirt and ran a finger through her folds. Her panties had disappeared and made their way into his jacket. She could see the green of them peeking out of the pocket and knew they would remain there for the duration of the day.
"Wet. For me?" He stood up with a smirk on his face. His tongue darted out licking his finger clean. "Perfect."
Darcy couldn't fathom why he kept coming to her. She felt powerless and so ashamed that she couldn't stop him. He never gave her a chance and there was no one that she trusted enough to go to for help. Fury looked at her like she wasn't worth the time of day. The Avengers treated her well enough, but she wasn't close enough to any of them to feel comfortable enough to talk to. Jane was busy with Thor and Thor was busy with Jane. They were so happy that she just couldn't bring herself to burden them with this problem. She felt trapped.
He grasped her hair and tilted her head to face him. Darcy gasped but didn't fight although this was new for him to do. Loki looked over her face thoughtfully then grinned.
"Such a pretty mouth. We should put it to good use. Release me and let us measure your natural talents."
Darcy's eyes widened. She knew what he meant. He had never demanded this of her before and it frightened her. She looked up at him and he narrowed his eyes at her as if daring her to defy him. Part of her wanted to, but her sense of self preservation kicked in. She knew it would not be wise to deny a God, especially the God standing before her.
Her hands shook as she reached to undo the buckles of his leather pants, fumbling slightly when she saw he wore no underclothes. He watched her with hooded eyes. He was already hard and leaking as his member appeared to her sight. Loki gripped the back of her head and pulled her to him until her lips were pressed against his cock. He pushed himself into her mouth, not stopping until he hit her throat. She panicked briefly when she couldn't breathe and he studied her face as if in fascination. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes when he finally pulled back enough for her to catch a breath. His fingers tangled in her hair and he began thrusting his cock into her mouth. Shallowly at first, letting more and more of his length enter with each thrust. Darcy just wanted this to end. She tightened her lips and tried to suck, earning a loud groan from the man before her. She tried to relax her throat so that he slid deeper with every thrust, using her tongue to caress the throbbing cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. His thrust sped up, using both of his hands to hold her head as his hips moved more forcefully. It took all her power not to choke. With on final deep thrust, he came, his hot come spilling into her mouth. Too much, she thought. She could feel it dribbling from the outside of her lips.
"Swallow, swallow, swallow. Oh my good girl. My beautiful precious pet." Loki breathlessly murmured.
Darcy only felt relief when he finally pulled his stated member from her mouth. She watched dazedly as he righted himself. She wanted to throw up. She wanted to curl up in a corner and cry. She just wanted this to end and for him to leave her alone forever.
Loki ran his fingers through his come on her mouth up to her hair making sure that it rubbed into her long tresses. He loved that he was marking her in this primitive way. She was so easy to control. Her fear keeping her from telling any one of their "affair". It amused him that she couldn't see how much the people around her valued her. It would make it so much sweeter when they were found out. And after, he had already decided that he would keep her. He could admit to himself that he loved fucking her. Adored the aura of fear that emitted from her. She was his. She just didn't know it yet.
He led Darcy back to her chair, leaning in for a kiss that left her breathless. He gave a small chuckle, briefly glancing at the security camera in the corner of the room before heading out the door. Let the games begin.