Oh dear, this ended up longer than I intended. I really did debate about the necessity of it... yea, I think I'm going to go hide under some rock for the next week. Be nice, and review I suppose...
Eep.
He brought his mouth back down to mine, less forcefully this time. His hands wandered up from my hips – still clad in S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform – up my bare sides, lightly wandering over my back, my shoulders, and my arms until I was shivering with the sensation, breaking the kiss to stare at his armour. Finding buckles, I slowly began to work them undone, until the metal slipped to the carpeted floor with a dull thud. Hands once again on my hips, Loki pushed me back a little further, until I sat on the tall, comfortable bed, his hips between my knees.
He looked down at me with his beautiful green eyes, his carved face flushed. I looked up at him through my lashes, cheekily slipping a hand up his shirt, running light fingers across his taut chest and stomach, delicately tracing the top of his pants.
His hands moved to capture my wrists, and he pinned them above my head. "None of that now, my dear." He murmured quietly. With his free hand, he removed my bra while I squirmed, scowling.
"No fair, you're still dressed." I pouted playfully, enjoying teasing the mischievous god before me.
"Indeed I am." He replied amicably, tracing his long fingers across my bared skin. I opened my mouth to taunt the god some more but instead cried out as he pinched my nipple between his fingers.
His lips pressed against mine again, and distantly I felt his hands continue to trace patterns across my skin, making his way down to my pants. Squirming under his touch I fought to free my hands, unsuccessfully. Deftly, his hand undid my pants, and he removed the item from my body. Releasing my hands from his, he rested both hands on my hips, pulling me tight against him, his erection pressing into me. I gasped slightly, pulling myself up to his chest, before slipping his own shirt off. I ran my hands down his chest to the bulge in his pants, working to remove that item too. Once again his hands stopped mine, restraining them. Lifting me with ease, he climbed onto the bed, pulling me up as he went. I twisted, trying to free my arms from his grasp but instead found them attached to the headboard with a soft material as he sat back and admired his handiwork.
"You look truly alluring, my dear, bound as you are."
I hardened my gaze on the god kneeling over me. "Is this really necessary?"
His smirk only broadened as his cold hands began to slip off my underwear – the last stitch of clothing I wore. "You will understand true rulership tonight, my sweet darling girl. This is merely a way to ensure I get what I want. You will learn to submit, accept me as your king, as the rest of your race shall. I feel however, that I will gain more enjoyment from this method." He licked his lips, resting his fingers splayed across my inner thighs, deliberately teasing. His voice dropped to a husky murmur as his emerald eyes locked on mine. "You will beg for me tonight, kitten, beg and call my name and swear your loyalty to me, for only I can offer what you need. What you so quietly crave."
I struggled to keep my breathing even – he was like a predator, he could smell fear. Or in this case, my attraction to him. "Why?" I prompted breathlessly as cold air washed over my body.
"Why do you ask? Do you fear my rule?"
"No." I shot back immediately.
His eyes flashed with desire as he leant down to whisper in my ear. "Your cheeks turn such a lovely shade of pink when you lie to me darling. Try again." His mouth traced my jawline, a hand tangling in my hair to tip my head back. A hand began to trace my hipbone, teasingly light across my skin. I gasped, and felt his teeth graze my neck in response. My mind was racing as I struggled to look at the gorgeous man kneeling above me but his hand was still knotted in my hair. He was going to have me tonight, whether I was interested or not, I realised; a wave of heat twisting it's way through my stomach with the insight. And oh boy was I interested.
His mouth moved lower still, brushing over my collarbone before onto my breasts, his hot breath brushing my nipples a moment before his mouth claimed it. I moaned slightly, involuntarily, before closing my mouth hurriedly. His ego didn't need any more stroking. His eyes lifted to meet mine, hot and mischievous as his hand slipped to massage my clit. My mouth opened again in soundless pleasure, and I pressed into his hand. I could feel the heat coursing through me at the contact, which was all too quickly removed. Loki moved back, watching me with amusement. His eyes roamed over my body as he began to remove the final items of his clothing, revealing himself, erect and ready. My breath picked up at the sight, and I closed my eyes in anticipation. It was sex; I'd done this before after all.
'Not outside duty.' A small voice I ignored squeaked.
I felt the bed shift back as Loki moved back over me, his heated breath caressing my lips once more. I left my eyes shut as his lips moved onto mine, demanding the affection I freely gave to him. His teeth caught at my lower lip and my lips parted, allowing him to explore. His hand moved over my body, touching and stroking my breasts until I squirmed and moaned, trying to raise my body to press against his – and failing. His hand roamed over my flat stomach coming to rest once more just above my hipbone.
"You want me." He murmured into my neck, a statement, rather than a question. I refused to answer, eyes closed still. His hand slipped to my clit once more, pressing it.
"Yes!" I gasped out, opening my eyes to stare into his green ones.
"Beg for me, darling, tell me what you want me to do."
I shut my mouth, to not give in to his request, as much as I craved him right now. Smiling cruelly at my resolution, his finger slipped from my clit to press against my entrance. I whimpered again. To my frustration, he didn't continue, even as I tried to buck my hips against his hand. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth in resignation.
"Please." I whispered. The longing, the heat coursing through my veins was unbearable. I wanted him, I needed him, and I would beg, if that were what he wanted. No one had given me such as he had already, freedom… pleasure, and I was happy to submit to him now. "Please, Loki."
"Please what?" his silken voice whispered against my ear.
"Please take me." I whispered again. I inhaled sharply as I felt his finger slide into me, just a little. "Loki, I want you."
"Louder, my dear. I can't hear you." His thumb came to rest upon my clit now, teasing me more as his fingers slid into me.
"I want you!" I cried, throwing my head back at the sensation.
"And what would you do to have me?" his lips caressed my collarbone.
"Anything." I replied. I couldn't resist. I needed him, and I knew it. But I knew he wanted me too, and in that I was safe in the moment. "Anything," I repeated breathlessly. "I'll swear to you. I'll swear loyalty, anything you would have."
"Very good, my dear." in an instant his hands were no longer teasing, no longer touching me, but as I opened my mouth to beg for more, he pressed his into me, and all I could do was moan. He filled me completely, hands on my thighs spreading me wider, to take more. I cried out, angling my hips to accommodate him, straining against my bonds to pull the god closer. I felt him sliding back and gasped, only to have him slam into me again. He soon found a rhythm, holding my hips against his.
"Say my name." He growled.
I opened my mouth, nearly beyond speaking. "Loki," I called into the darkness, I called to the god between my thighs.
"Say it." His fingers pressed into my hips, shockingly harsh against my skin. I screamed with the pleasure as he thrust in once more; I was rapidly rising to peak as he took me.
"Loki!" I called. I repeated his name, sobbing it into the darkness sweeping into my mind as my body convulsed around him, my legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him close. Warmth shocked through me like electricity as moments after I peaked, his own climax was reached, encompassing my body.
His body pressed down against mine, his breathing nearly as ragged as my own as I wrapped my newly freed hands around his neck. He pressed another kiss onto my lips, and I gave in to the darkness, held close by the god who freed me.