Corsets

"Sir, I'm not sure-."

"Natasha, you know how I hate it when you call me that," he purred as he licked his way up her throat, blowing on her skin gently so that she shuddered, goosebumps rising where his breath went. Oh, God. She swallowed hard and turned her head slightly, her mouth meeting his for a quick kiss. They'd been meeting one another in the evenings every so often once his wife had gone to sleep. They'd long since stopped sleeping in the same bed, allowing Natasha to meet him instead. Now, however, Sigyn was still awake-hell, she was next door, having gone into the library after dinner, hoping to meet Loki there Natasha was sure. He apparently had no such plans.

She sucked in a quick breath as he bit into her shoulder, fingers drawing themselves over the back of her dress where her corset kept her breasts up high and her waist pulled in. She hated wearing it, hated the way that other men looked at her when she wore it, but with Loki? She loved the way he looked at her in it, as though there was no other woman he'd like to see, as though she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

And he knew it.

"Sir-."

"Natasha." His voice was a soft bite as he pulled tighter on her black laces, making her gasp, breasts pushed higher up as the tight piece of red and black leather and boning tightened around her waist. He'd bought the corset for her, specifically, and since he'd returned from a busy day in town she'd worn it specifically to get his attention and make him happy, not having expected him to have come onto her so soon. Oh well, she supposed. His breath caught in his throat at the view from behind, and in a whirl he twisted her around so he could kiss his way down to her chest, kissing the valley between her breasts, her pale skin reddened with his attentions. As he worked he untied and loosened her corset, letting her breathe as he undid the work she'd put into looking perfect that morning. Her extra five minutes on herself had cost her a beating from his wife, the marks of which he discovered when he hoisted her skirt up higher, breasts now pushed over the top of her corset, and saw the bruises on her legs from where she'd been beaten.

He stopped. "Sigyn did this to you?"

"I was careless," Natasha explained away, not meeting his gaze. His hands tightened around her hips, where he'd bunched the plain dress she was forced to donn every day. She knew if he had his way he'd dress her in silks and velvet each night. She wished, but that wasn't exactly conducive to being a servant.

"I'll tell her not to do it again. She can leave punishment to me."

Natasha snorted, her eyes lidded as she looked up at him, but the sound in her voice was cut off in a moan as he pressed his fingers into her already wet cunt. "Your-ah-ideas of punishment, Loki. They're not exactly conducive to making me not want to be punished." Or something. Her brain wasn't working, not when he pressed a second, then third finger inside her, thumb rubbing her soft nub. Her head tipped backwards as he removed his fingers to lift her up and onto the desk just behind her. In half a minute his cock was out and inside her, making her bite down on her bottom lip to keep herself from shouting. His mouth was on her breasts in another half a minute, prick spearing her open over and over again as he pounded into her, lips and tongue working in tandem to coax wave after wave of pleasure to crash over her.

"Loki-please-."

"Hush pet," he moaned against her skin. "Or my wife will find us."

She could feel his smirk against her skin, and leaned forward to bite into his neck when he was close enough, trying to claim him as her own. Sigyn was no fool; she could walk in that door and catch them in the middle of the act, him buried to the hilt within her, and she'd still treat him as though nothing had happened. Natasha, on the other hand . . . . Well, it was worth it.

He worked the pair of them into a frenzy, one hand snaking up her back to her hair, pulling the red curls out of their once perfect bun so that they cascaded over her shoulders. A growl wound its way from his lips, possessive and harsh against her skin as he bit the underside of her breasts, just hard enough to make her squeal and shiver beneath him. All the while his hips rocked harder and harder, burying himself to the hilt within her over and over again. It was perfect, amazing and within minutes she let her orgasm over take her, seizing around him and milking him for everything he was worth as it set him off as well. One of his hands tightened in her hair, the second grabbed her around the middle, holding her tighter and pressing his hips flush against hers as he spilled inside her.

Not ten minutes later Loki joined his wife in the library, smirking and running a hand through his long hair to try and smooth it out. If Sigyn noticed a thing was out of place, the marks on his neck from where Natasha had bit him, the high color in his cheeks, the way his breath seemed to come a little faster than normal, she said nothing. He sat opposite her, propping open a book to try and bury himself in it. A few minutes later and Natasha entered, smiling and setting down a small tray of tea.

"Tea, sir?" She asked, looking over at him. Sigyn's eyes narrowed as she saw her, and Nat was almost positive she could see through the many layers of her skirt to Loki's seed dripping down the inside of her legs. It nearly made her flush with pleasure, to know that she'd gotten more than his wife had in ages. Since Natasha had been hired, practically.

"Thank you, Natasha." He purred, eyes flashing when he looked up at her. She bent down low, affording him a perfect look down her corset, hastily tied in the back with careless fingers, but the result was the same, and the look in his eyes told her to meet him in his room later that evening.

"Natasha, your corset. Where did you get it?" Sigyn asked, voice tight when the red-headed woman stepped over towards her to give her her tea as well.

"Saved up to pay for it myself, madam." She said with a demure smile.

"I'd prefer you to wear something less provocative."

"Let her wear what she likes," Loki intervened. "It shows her character."

"That it does," Sigyn muttered, gaze hard.

Natasha just smirked when she turned away, catching Loki's eyes and winking. Wouldn't he know it.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I hope you liked it as much as I liked writing it!