8 - Dominance/submission

"Loki?"

"Silence." His voice was pure silk as it slipped through her ears, invading her thoughts and forcing her skin to break out in goosebumps, hypo-aware of the sounds of everything else around her. She couldn't see anything going around her, the room impossibly dark, but it wasn't as though she was unfamiliar with the loss of her senses, particularly this one. Every megalomaniac or mob boss she'd ever gone up against seemed to think that sight was the only way that she would be able to fight back. Hah. By the time they were bleeding out on the ground and she stepped over their bodies, having taken them down blindfolded, she could've made her way through their base without her eyes at all.

However, not having her arms due to them being bound in incredibly creative and complicated knots was something of a new experience. His hand, incredibly soft and gentle, ran over her chin, slowly so that her breath caught in her throat. "I don't want to hear you just yet. That's the only warning you get, understood? You may respond "Yes sir.""

Nat bit her bottom lip hard. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Such a quick learner." He sounded like he was smiling and it made her smile. There was the slightest of slaps against her outer thigh, then the swish of leather and a sharp hiss left her lips as what felt like a riding crop hit the inside of her other thigh. Oh, so that was how they were going to play, was it?

"Are you going to be a good girl for your Sir?" Loki asked, and Natasha gasped as she felt his lips brush against the base of her neck, a cold tongue raising the hair all over her body as it lapped at the dips of her collarbone.

"Y-yes, Loki," she barely managed to choke out, sucking in air as though her life depended on it.

Another slap of the crop on her inner thigh, this time closer to her core, the pain spreading through her muscles and straight to the heat that had already pooled there, staining the air with the scent of her arousal. He tsked quietly as he leaned over to kiss her. There was nothing soft about it, his teeth coming down to worry at her bottom lip as she felt herself whimper beneath him.

"You're not being very good," he growled when he pulled away, breath cold on her skin. Her nerves went haywire as she tried to turn her face to find him, to gain some kind of idea of what the situation was. Where had she-?

Oh. "I'm sorry, Sir. Please," she gasped as the crop hit her again. The pain slowly rippled up her leg and she tried not to let out another word, waiting for him to say something. A pause, then a quiet chuckle that hit her hard in the chest and stole the breath from her.

"You're not sorry, Natasha. Not yet." He said and she felt the bed shift near her feet. Cold fingers tipped their way up her freshly shaven skin as he let out a quiet sigh of contentment and followed the tips of his fingers with his lips.

"Sir, please forgive me for forgetting, please." Her breath caught as she felt his hands wrap tight around her ankles and lift up. The air was cold as it hit her bare backside, but half a second later she shouted in surprise, fingers clenching as the crop hit her bare ass cheek, the heat combatting the coolness of the rest of her body. She wouldn't have been surprised if he was chilling the room intentionally, her nipples already hard and peaked from the mixture of cold and semi-isolation, heat and pain. It was wonderful, and she felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes as he hit her again. "I'll forgive you if you keep quiet, little girl. I want to see if you can do it for three minutes. Three. Whole. Minutes. Can you do that for me, little girl?"

She barely breathed for half a second, then nodded. Another swat at her ass and she stammered out: "Y-yes Sir!" She could play up the terrified submissive if she had to, and it seemed to be working. She could hear his breath catch in his throat for the briefest of moments before he brought the leather tip back down to her backside. She bit down on her bottom lip as his hits got harder, and harder. She stopped pretending that it hurt as he wanted it to and started trying to embrace the pain as it rippled and pulled at her nerves, never letting her relax though she tried her damndest to.

Three minutes felt like half a lifetime by the time he finished, spreading her legs to swipe the warm leather tip of the crop against her cunt, hissing with pleasure to find her wet. "My darling girl, you really have a proclivity for pain, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You did so well; would you like more?"

She stopped, breath hard to come by and precious to her brain function, though she was certain it had short-circuited anyway. She knew what he wanted, and what would make him the happiest. "Yes, Sir."

The softest of laughs filtered through the air and to her surprise she felt him scoot closer. The leather tip brushed against her breasts as she tried to feel out where he was moving, listening to the soft creak of the bed and feeling his bare thighs against hers. He pressed into her without any warning and she barely suppressed a shout. He covered it up with a moan of his own, the edges of it as ragged as her nerves, and to juxtapose the pleasure he brought the crop down once more on each breast, catching the sensitive underside and making her shout with surprise. He pulled out until the tip of his head was just inside her, then snapped his hips hard against hers in response. She couldn't stop herself from arching her back and giving the softest of gasps she could manage.

"You're doing so well, Natasha. My girl. You're doing so well," he promised as he positioned her legs to hang over his shoulder, still pressed together so every inch of his cock felt like so much more, as though she couldn't fit him in his entirety. Her head spinning, she smiled in response to his words, feeling her stomach flutter, and though she couldn't see his face she could hear that he was doing the same. "I'm going to fuck you now, and you're not going to say anything except for 'More' and 'Thank you' and 'sir.' Is that understood?"

She nodded quickly, not having been given permission to agree in the affirmative. She felt his laugh ripple through both of their bodies as he set the crop aside and repositioned his hands on her hips, holding so tight that a moan weaseled its way through her lips at the slight pain. He moaned and started in harder on her, pounding into her so that she felt each movement in her bones. Her legs tightened as he drove himself into her again and again, lifting her hips up to better press his hard against hers.

"I love how much you love pain, my Natasha. So many avenues and interesting ideas we can pursue now that I know that." He was smirking, Nat able to feel it as he nearly folded her in half to bring his lips down to her breasts, biting her nipple after taking it into his mouth. She whimpered, body so close to spiraling out of control as her orgasm built and built, her head feeling as though it might explode if it had to endure any more.

"Thank you, Sir," she gasped, rocking her hips to meet his next thrust and whimpering as she felt her orgasm growing closer. He didn't tell her she couldn't come, and as he kept pushing into her over and over again, building her up time after time her throat tightened and she let out a low keen, tightening around him.

"Coming already?" He laughed and stilled, letting her ride it out until she finally loosened up, slowly thrusting his hips to keep her focused on him, on the pleasure that started to build again. Her hands had gone numb, along with most of her other senses, and she groaned quietly as he folded her nearly in half again to lean forward and kiss her hard on the lips. He picked up speed after that, determined to get his own, and it wasn't long before she started screaming again, repeating his title as many times as she could, barely able to draw breath. He was amazing, even without the finesse of their previous hookups, even though his mouth was occupied with marking up her throat and the only phrase he seemed to be able to think of was "Good girl", when her second orgasm hit it rocketed around her body, hitting every right point as he burst within her, making her scream and shake beneath him. He silenced her with his lips, swallowing her cries of pleasure and mixing his own with them as his body gave a violent shudder and he caught himself on his hands before he fell atop her.

A snap of his fingers later, two half-hearted breaths, and her arms were freed, her sight restored, and Loki pulled her into his arms to hold her tight. One of his hands, now cold again, rubbed her sore and tender skin. The chill of his palm soothed the ache and she quietly moaned, head still spinning from not only how fast he'd moved and relinquished his control, but everything else he'd just shown her.

"We should do that again," she murmured, exhaustion hitting her like the proverbial sack of bricks, eyes half open as she turned her head to look at him. The god holding onto her only chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Whatever you say darling."

"But I want to top next time."