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Chapter 6

Loki was used to coming over to Raven's house, when Brogan was and wasn't there. Brogan, like Raven, was a huge fan of cooking, and being served a hot meal every now and again was quite pleasurable. They did love to make a feast of everything, it reminded him of his days as a prince being waited on and served. He endured the company and chatter for the service. Other days when Raven didn't want to go out, they stayed in and watched movies. She had a wide range of films on her laptop and DVDs, she was fond of comedies, musicals, historical and action movies. He preferred sombre films, "film noirs" and "gangster movies", as she called them, and detective movies. She had a supply of everything, sometimes he had to endure one of her stupid Marx Brothers movies but only because he knew he had to. Loki suspected this was that damnable Soldier's influence, Barton mentioned he was a man out of his time.

This day he got caught in the rain, or rather he had to let himself get wet. He told Raven he had no car, and he preferred public transport and walking, and when he decided to come over it rained. If he showed up in her apartment dry as sand, it would raise suspicions, and Raven was not as foolish as he had hoped. The moment he came in she ran to get him dry, fetching a towel and taking off his coat.

"There's some clothes in the closet you can put on," she instructed as he shed all his clothes save for his undergarments. "I'll hang these up for you."

She vanished into the bathroom, leaving him to go into her room alone. The damnable dog was there watching him as he came in. Clover was a quiet dog despite her large size, and very well trained. She often crawled into Raven's lap when they watched movies. Loki personally hated dogs, unless for guarding, because of the mess they made and their noise. Clover saw him as something to annoy or to trample over, she hated sharing Raven with him. Not to mention she ignored him immensely whenever he tried to give her a command.

Seeing an opportunity to pester him the dog pounced, barking at she leapt at him. Clover was a German Shepherd, and although she was a guard dog, she had sudden bursts of puppy like playfulness. He had no knowledge of dogs breeds, but a German Shepherd, was deemed a dangerous breed, aggressive and powerful. Brogan insisted that Clover was known to growl and corner an intruder but she was not dangerous. Many people were afraid of Clover whenever Raven took her out, they walked around her while the dog yawned at them.

When she pounced Loki step aside but that didn't stop her from trying again making him bump into the closet. He was shooed the beast out the room with a spark of magic. Harmless though bright and sending sparks, but the message was sent. Now he had a deeper view of the closet. Loki never considered snooping at this point, he had an idea what she liked, what she did not. He opened her closet with no ulterior motive, when his head collided with a box. Damn her tiny furniture. Clothes forgotten he grabbed the object and was drawn in by the weight of it, it was larger than the angle gave implication to. Curious he took it down and opened it, he was taken back and then enthralled. What is this Raven Stark?

In the medium sized box, were shackles, a collar, a tiny paddle, silk rope, and other odd devices he could not identify. But he had a good idea what they were for. He heard her coming long before she arrived, plenty of time to show he was caught, guiltily of course.

"I... It fell when my head bumped into it, I had no idea what it was until..."

Raven's face had gone redder than he ever saw. "I can explain." She grabbed the box from him, "I was going to bring it up later... I uhh," she sat on the bed opening the box, "like bondage. I mean, I love a little rough treatment in bed, but I never tried out any handcuffs or stuff like that until a while ago, and... I liked it." She smiled uneasily studying his face.

Loki enjoyed her embarrassment. He was baffled on the outside, cackling within. "You like what exactly?"

Her cheeks were redder than cherries. "Being tied up, playing submissive, tying people up, spanking," her voice shrank as she continued, "masturbating in front my partner, being dominative. That's not weird is it? Because you don't have to if you don't want to, I mean, I had a boyfriend once and he used to freak out when I even suggested it and I don't want to make you -" Her voice sped up the tinier it became.

"Raven, breathe."

She inhaled and exhaled loudly. "Sorry. Not many guys like the idea of roughing me up, or me vice versa."

Now he couldn't resist asking. "Did you ever tie someone up?"

She nodded. "He liked to be punished, and he liked his women strong. He found weak women unattractive in the bedroom."

"And if I were to ever do this sort of thing with you," he picked up the collar, "what am I allowed to do?"

Biting her knuckle she replied, "You can tie me up, use the shackles to properly tie me down to the bed, you can play the dom and tell me to do whatever you want, which includes anal and using toys, only if you use lube. And of course put on a condom. You can say whatever you want to me, but it all stops if I say my safe word, which is, peaches. That's when I've had enough, or I'm hurting somewhere, or God forbid, my heart is beating too fast. And you are not allowed to choke me, or any asphyxiation play of any kind. Or face slapping, of any kind either." She said this part with no timidness, dead serious.

"And the collar?"

She twisted her hands nervously, "It helps me get into character, I guess."

He picked it up, "And if I put it on right now, with your permission, you would do whatever I say?"

"Right now?" She glanced at the clock by her bed. "Now, now?" He nodded. "Well... Brogan's not going to come back until tomorrow morning... Alright. You won't forget the rules, will you? Any violation of my rules, gives the right to punch you in the dick." She turned around to close the door.

Her threat amused him like a wolf pup trying to growl. "I will not," he fastened the collar around her neck. The moment he did she bit up lip already fighting the urge to say something.

He tested his boundaries, "Undress... Slowly."

He sat down on the bed watching her undress. She did as she was told, slow, sensual, keeping her eyes on him until she nude before him. She stayed there for several moments as he soaked up this control, this aching feeling he didn't have in so long. Power.

"On your knees," she did so, "take off my boxers and ready me until I'm hard. With your mouth."

She never left her knees as she followed her instructions, Gods of Old she was good, very good. Does your father know you suck cock this good? Maybe I'll keep you alive long enough so he could see. Let him see your head bobbing up and down like you were born to do this.

"I like seeing you like this," he told her as she worked, "on your knees, sucking my cock. I should make you wear this collar more often... Be my little pet. Would you like that Raven, that we do this more often? Tell me."

"Yes, I do." The second after she spoke she went back to work.

Once hard he said, "That enough. To your feet," she rose up. "I want you to fuck yourself on me, and squeeze me every time you've taken all of me, for ten seconds. Each time you forget I'll spank you." He got up to put on the condom and beckoned her to carry on.

She was strong for a human, steady thighs. She really did do this often. The pace was slow, and the pressure was building at any agonizing creep. She was losing count out of sheer frustration.

"I'm starting to think you want me to spank you Raven." He hit her rear, "Hm?" Another, she moaned. "I forgot that you do like this." He gave her three hard spanks on each cheek. "If you beg me properly, like the little whore you are, I'll fuck you hard, very hard."

"Please," she whimpered, as he held her hips still. "Please, fuck me, fuck me hard. I need you, I need you so much." She sounded delightfully needy and wanton, almost panting. "I want you to fuck me until it hurts, I want your cock so deep inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard, I can't walk. I want you to fuck me like you own me, until I scream."

Without warning he flipped her on her stomach putting her knees, mounting exactly as she said, like he owned her. She groaned gripping the sheets, he paid no mind and fucked her hard and fast. The bed shook and Raven cooed sweet sounds of ecstasy as he plowed into her. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to his liking, not hers. How far can I push you until you say your safeword? How far Raven can you bear this pain?

"I own you," he grunted, "you are mine and no one else's. I own you. From this moment on I. Own. You." He spanked her and she yelped. "Tell me," he pulled her hair making her raise her head. "Who do you belong to? Tell me!"

"You! I belong to you!"

"Again."

"You! You! You!" She declared with each hard thrust. "Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god."

"Are you close? Are you going to come?"

"Yes!"

He pulled away and she whined at the loss. He was close too but he had a much better stamina than her. A million times over.

"I say when you come," he told her pulling her by her collar to turn her head to face him. "And I say when we're done. Is that understood?"

"Yes," she nodded wearily.

Her ass still offered, sex glistening and winking. She made no movement to get less exposed, she stayed right where he left her. Her obedience was applause worthy.

"Since you've been such a sweet little pet, I'm going to give a present. Spread your cunt for me Raven... What a sweet pet you are," he caressed her lower back. Like the good mare she was. "You've earn this, but you certainly do not deserve it."

Holding her steady he buried himself into her cunt, licking, nipping her sensitive bud. She gasped and cried out as he used his fingers to pump her, as his tongue assaulted her. With his free hand he callously stroked himself, he willed the condom away, he had plans for her as he pumped her with one, two, then three fingers. Her nails dug into her skin but she held herself open for him, she came with a deep cry, using his true strength he took out the bed, she fell to her knees on the floor knowing what had to be coming, from when he came on her face she didn't flinch.

"Taste me," was his last order.

She licked away the cum around her lips and chin, swallowing each drop she took. Then he took the collar off. Raven feebly went for a tissue to clean her face, leaning against the side of the wall to catch her breath. For a moment he though he hurt her, however she raised her head with a satisfied smile.

"Had fun?"

He laughed, a little winded. "Oh yes, I had fun."

She rose to her feet, with a little wobble that nursed his ego, "I'm glad," she gave his a tender kiss. "Next time we can use the rope." She threw herself into the bed, "God, that was really fun."

It was fun, too much fun. Loki was supposed to be planning ways to kill this mortal, use her to break the Avengers, the ones that couldn't fight back, the one it'd hurt the most. Now he was actually considering keeping her. It was no longer a muse in the back of his head. It would still hurt Stark and the Avengers, but it would be crueler to kill. Wouldn't it? He hated doubting himself, and contradictions, Raven was doing both.

Oblivious to his struggle Raven, who had managed to pull herself fully on the bed, remarked, "Have you done something like this before? I got shivers at your orders."

His ego soared, "Shivers?"

"You've got a voice for orders," she complimented. "So, have you?"

"Not quite. Though I do love to test boundaries, within permission, of course."

"Of course," she mocked with a giggle. "Well, test on sparky. I'm ready and willing... though not until my ass has recovered."

"No problem," he replied, "it'll give my time to make up my mind what to do with you."

"Yay," she cheered, tired. "Have fun with that."

Nonchalant she dressed herself, picking up and packing up the box he had found. Her coolness made him watch her, how brash about this potentially defaming thing. She pulled herself together giving him an amused shake of her head, laughing her herself.

"Get dress before you catch a cold," she said leaving the room where Clover waited for her. Their noise had roused concern in the dog, she circled Raven curious about the new scent on her. Loki and sex. "Oh stop fussing," she knelt down to scratch her neck. "He didn't hurt me, now don't cause anymore trouble you."

Loki glared at the dog who whined in his direction. Careful or I'll make you into a pelt.