He found her in the restaurant bar, staring into a wine glass filled with several inches of brown liquid. He made a show of shutting the doors loudly as to not startle his captive into another shrieking episode.
Her eyes flicked up to him vigilantly. Apparently she wasn't all that intoxicated.
"You were not difficult to find, little one."
Having only had a few sips of her drink, Annalise wasn't drunk. She was sober enough to still be passive aggressive.
"My Lord," she sneered. "Whatever have I done to deserve your presence?"
"Now, now, don't be rude. Little girls get rudeness spanked out of them."
"Is that a promise?"
Her cheeks flamed. Maybe her judgement was more impaired than she thought?
Loki's pupils dilated and suddenly he was very, very close.
"It certainly would not be out of place to beat you, little peach. You've been very, very naughty today."
She rolled her eyes with a sigh, indifferently tracing her finger around the lip of her glass.
"Whatever," she muttered.
"You disagree? Or you simply don't value my word?"
When she ignored him, he snatched the glass from her hand and stashed it on the bar countertop, far out of her reach. Though the grip he took on her chin wasn't rough, it certainly wasn't gentle. Firmly he tilted her face up to his, eyes locked on hers with far too much intensity.
"Oh, Annalise. You came so far in your obedience," he said with mock sorrow.
She frowned and unsuccessfully tried to wrench her jaw from his grasp. He clucked his tongue at her and tenderly brushed her hair from her face.
"My little Queen needs a lesson in obedience."
Faster than she was able to process, removed her from her seat, took her place and collected both of her wrists in one hand as he pulled her across his lap. He let her grunt and curse, fighting against him like a petite hellcat until she lay still, sweaty and panting. They both knew he overpowered her ten to one. Slowly Loki used his free hand to slide her dress around her waist and trace his fingers along the inside of her thigh, slapping her gently and following with a command.
"Open."
Annalise breathed heavily for a moment, desperately considering her options: She had none.
With a muttered insult she reluctantly spread her thighs, yelping when the flat of his hand collided with her rear.
"If you cannot speak up, then do not speak at all, dearest."
Her breath was shaky, but she nodded. The King rubbed his cool hand over the reddening skin, crooning wordlessly at her as she whimpered.
He could've made her panties disappear with magic. She knew it. But he didn't. Instead, he appreciatively ran his fingers over the cream lace, moaning at the pearl thong that disappeared between her cheeks. He gathered the fabric in his fist and pulled, causing the beads to sink into her slit and roll against her as she moaned.
She unsuccessfully fought against the hold he had on her wrists, she couldn't not. Her ego wouldn't allow her to merely lay down and take his abuse. Hooking the pearl chain with his finger, the King inhaled sharply when he felt how wet her pink little slit was. He slowly pulled her panties down until they hung around her knees.
He followed up with ten more efficient slaps, rotating cheeks every other swat. Her cries grew shriller with each smack, and though she struggled while he disciplined her, she stilled herself when he was finished. He could hear her sniffling and feel her hot little tears falling onto the leg of his trousers. Affectionately he ran his fingers through her hair, smiling with satisfaction when she shivered.
"There's a good girl," he murmured. "But that does not negate your misbehavior earlier today."
Of course it didn't. This time when she tried to tug her wrists free, he allowed it. She scrubbed at her eyes, wiping away tears of humiliation. Her arse burned. She could handle that. What she couldn't handle were Loki's cold hands—he must have been using his powers—running along her angry, pinked flesh, soothing her. She made to move off his lap but he stopped her by taking a hand full of hair and jerking her neck back uncomfortably.
"We are not done, lovely peach."
When she felt his hand slip between her legs she stiffened, holding her breath. He wouldn't, would he? He would. Loki lazily explored her with his fingers, tracing circles on the insides of her thighs, gripping and squeezing her ass with a grunt of approval. Then, his fingers slipped between her pink folds. Simultaneously, she let out a whine and he groaned. She was positively dripping.
"Oh, darling."
Annalise whimpered, and for the first time that night put forth all effort to free herself from his grip. She scratched against his calf, trying to tear through his pant leg, while angrily squirming and rocking her middle against the hands that held her in his lap.
His fingers never ceased their movement. In fact, two had nestled their way into her velvety core. She was so incredibly torn. If she continued to wriggle, she ran the risk of rubbing herself against the pads of his fingers. If she didn't wriggle, he was going to pleasure her regardless of her wishes. In the midst of her writhing, he smirked and let her go. She had been battling with such vigor that when he released her, she fell to the floor with an oomph.
Kicking off her panties, as they only hindered her ability to sprint away from him, she pulled her dress back down and started backing up, jumping as the bar hit her lower back.
"I do love your struggle, dear one, but don't exhaust yourself. Let me do that," he purred, cornering her between a mounted barstool and the counter. She looked like a frightened Midgardian deer. He felt himself swell. Those round, wide, scared eyes. He was fairly certain she knew he wouldn't harm her, not permanently at least. But he would have her. That was his right.
"We have not yet been wed, and already you deny me your body?"
Her eyes flitted to the closed doors and her heart sank. Even if she could make it, by the time she fought with the locks and doorknobs, he'd be on her. Literally. Slowly she edged away from the stool, centering herself before him. She shyly shook her head.
"No, what?"
"I'm not denying you."
His eyes turned cold as he smirked and advanced, effectively pinning her against the bar.
"Why aren't you denying me, little peach?"
She looked at him, brows furrowed in confusion. He waited several beats so his question could sink in and she could give him the answer he wanted.
She knew he wanted ownership. To hear that that she belonged to him. But she refused. To his surprise, she stubbornly she pursed her lips, crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head like an indignant child.
He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against her jaw and inhaling her sweet scent. Bending and gripping her hips, he hoisted her up onto the counter, quickly pushing against her chest until she lay flat. Without missing a beat, he crawled on top of her, showing off his proud erection by grinding it against her belly.
"Why fight me? You know you can't win. My body is stronger than yours, as is my will," he boasted.
With a growl she feebly pushed against him. In a wink he snapped his slender fingers, disappearing both their clothes and pinned her wrists above her.
"Enough," he hissed.
Tiring of her game, he pried her legs open uncomfortably wide.
"No!"
She tried to kick out at him but he swatted his palm against her breast, surprising her long enough to guide his cock into her slick pink cunt. Annalise gasped, both at the shock of the slap and the toe-curling satisfaction of him burying his length inside her.
"Stop," she panted.
He chuckled and leaned forward, briefly molding his mouth against hers.
"I can fuck you like you're my whore, or like you're my wife. It's up to you," he murmured against her lips. He truly didn't have a preference. Either way he got off just as hard.
Her silence decided for her.
Not giving her time to adjust to his girth, he slammed into her several times in succession, making her bite her lip in an attempt to keep quiet. If he had released her wrists, she wouldn't have used her hands to fight him. Him fucking her was inevitable. She would've clapped them over her lips to smother her own damn moans.
While thrusting swiftly, Loki clucked his tongue and shook his head. He leaned forward, whispering harshly into her ear, his breath coming in short pants.
"We both know you want this. Can you not feel how easily my cock slides into your slick cunt? It's okay, sweetness," he soothed, "I know you need it. I'll give it to you now, but one day you're going to scream for me how much you need this."
Resiliently Annalise fought him until he lowered his face so that his nose touched hers, resting the majority of his upper body on her small frame and keeping her completely still. With a serious expression on his face, he watched her. She stared back at him, brows crinkled in confusion and humiliation. He seemed to be waiting for something. And then it happened. She gave herself away when he felt her throb around around him, her walls tightening as if they'd never let him out.
Her mind and face refused him, but her body couldn't have been clearer. Bracing his hands on either side of her, he pushed himself back up and snapped his hips hard against hers, reveling in the wet slap that echoed through the restaurant.
"You will love this even more when you finally give in, kitten. I promise. I know you think me cruel," he grunted as she squeezed over him tightly, "But be mine and I will treat you like the queen you are."
Annalise forced herself to look away from him as she whimpered, trying to arch her back in an effort to move her pelvis away from his. It backfired, of course. He moaned in appreciation as she unintentionally pressed herself against him and he lifted a hand to roam about her chest, unable to keep from also lowering his mouth to take a nipple between his lips.
She knew he had power over her. He used her own safety against her, and now the safety of the New Yorkers she thought she'd saved. She practically agreed to marry him on what was likely international television. He had her in so many ways, she was terrified to willingly give herself to him in this final act. She couldn't belong to him without caring for him. In fact, she was fairly certain she already cared for him in some sick way. But she also feared him, and most definitely didn't trust him. She couldn't force herself to surrender completely to him. He was too dangerous.
Despite her admirable resolution, her body was still on a completely different agenda and engaging in a deep discussion with herself was not on it. He released her wrists, confident that though she hadn't submitted to him, she had yielded control for tonight.
She shuddered especially hard when he suckled at her firm little nipple. Now that her hand was free, it, of its own volition, buried itself in his hair and clutched him to her. She could feel him smile against her breast but she ignored him. She had other things to focus on, such as the fact that forming coherent thought was becoming difficult.
When Loki released her now swollen nipple from his mouth, he lunged up over her, staring down at her with a frightening intensity. Her eyes searched his, irises fearfully flicking back and forth as he surveyed her. The bastard smirked as he cupped her jaw with his hand and started rocking into her ruthlessly, his pelvis grinding against her swollen, aching clit.
As her mouth opened in a silent scream, he ghosted his lips over hers, teasing, tormenting her with what he knew she wanted. He remembered. That humiliating moment on the plane when she begged like a fool for him to kiss her. And now he was teasing her, taunting her with it. She couldn't help herself.
"Please," she whispered. "I'll be good."
Immediately he felt her thighs relax and fall open for him, her body now much more cooperative and malleable. There was something else besides triumph in the look he gave her, but she couldn't decipher it, nor did she particularly care to at that moment in time as his lips descended on hers.
Their kiss embodied their evening interaction. Loki's mouth was punishing, his tongue ruthless as he plundered her mouth. Initially she fought back, meeting him blow for metaphorical blow, but as his hips found a rhythm that made her whimper against his lips, she slowly conceded.
Loki growled as his kisses became light and teasing, his tongue darting out to touch her lip but pulling back just as quickly. Her thighs wrapped around his hips on their own this time, her heels digging into his rear, encouraging his frenzied thrusts. He brought her higher and higher until she completely exploded with his lips pressed fervently to hers, partially muffling her screams as she pulsed around him.
Loki, ever the narcissist, grunted deep in the back of his throat as he came at the feeling of her contacting around him, flooding her throbbing pussy with his come.
He pulled out of her, waved a hand so that they were both clothed again, and wiped himself on her dress.
She blinked dumbly, still sex-stupid and partially in denial of what her King had just done.
He leaned over, scooping up her panties and tossing them to her.
"Go, see your new slaves. Tuck them in, read them a story. But do nott change, do not shower. Go exactly as you are. Let them know who you belong to," he murmured, kissing her cheek, "and then come to bed."