His sudden entrance makes you jump in the bed, sitting quickly and watching as he enters your room, followed by guards. He stops and holds his hand up.
"Leave" he orders and the guards comply.
You're aware of the fact that you are watching him wide-eyed. It takes him a moment to face you and a moment to realize. He raises a curious eyebrow at you.
"How can I be of help, my King?" you ask quickly after clearing your throat, a foolish attempt to distract him.
The king observes you for a long moment, considering your state. "What was happening here before I came in?"
"Nothing worth wasting your time with, my king, I can assure you" your answer comes in a stronger tone, you feel a little bit more confident.
"Good answer," he said. "But a lie"
"Not exactly"
He walks towards you like a panther. "Well?" he presses.
"I insist, my king, nothing you should worry about"
King Loki stops before your sitting form on the bed. "Show me your hands"
A beat, you hesitate and suddenly he knows.
"Show me your hands, lass" he insists. "Let's not make a foolish attempt to disobey your king now"
His eyes are focused on you, he is studying the situation.
You give in, exposing both your hands. He captures them and pulls them closer until he can smell them.
Busted.
The look in his eyes makes you wetter than you already are, but there is a small hint of fear coursing through your body.
"I assume you don't have an explanation for this," he says.
You deny slowly with your head, carefully, waiting.
His hands let go of yours, his silence making you anxious. "Prepare for lunch"
Nervously you watch him walk towards your bedroom door while you obey his command. You observe as he opens the door and calls for someone, suddenly he is giving a guard some orders you can't hear.
Trying not to think too much, you focus on getting ready for lunch.
You hear yourself gasping loudly when he pulls you by the arm, pulling you to his chest.
"Open your mouth" he orders and you see a small fruit between his fingers.
Unsure, you comply, allowing him to feed you the fruit.
It isn't until you swallow it that he lets you go, he seems busy making you feel his body against yours.
"Today you eat from my plate" he states and a chill runs all the way up your spine. A smile spreads on his lips and you wonder just what he has in mind. You find yourself a little afraid of what the answer might be.
His scent is killing you. His scent, his warmth, the feel of him under your body, the way he lets his fingers linger longer in your mouth when he feeds you… You're almost sure he is doing it all on purpose, a punishment for not coming forward and asking for what you wanted.
You don't dare to look at the people around the table, especially the ones he talks to, the ones who eye you from time to time. You try to face the food, the only thing that doesn't seem to be plotting against you.
"Should I put a collar on you?" His voice whispering in your ear has you fighting back a sigh, his breath caressing the skin of your neck and ear. "Perhaps chains on your wrists so you can learn not to ever betray me like that again"
"My king, I-"
"I did not allow you to speak"
You shut your mouth quickly, knowing your disobedience got you into this. Disobedience and lust. The same lust that was making you shift on your seat - his lap - nervously.
"How is the fruit treating you?" he questions and you look at him, surprised. He smiles mischievously. "Just a little stimulant"
An aphrodisiac. He caught you masturbating and gave you an aphrodisiac, now he was teasing you, taunting you. There was a huge chance of him not letting you have an orgasm for the next 48 hours.
"I could have marked this ass of yours red for misbehaving" he points out. "But you would enjoy it too much"
His hand moves and he pulls you closer into his lap, he presses your ass against his hard cock. You whimper.
"What a scene would it be to have me fucking you right on this table for everyone to see"
"Please…" you whisper, hiding your reddening face on the curve of his neck. "Please, my king. I swear I won't do it again"
"What were you thinking of?" he questions, lips close to your ear.
"You, my king"
"Are you lying to me?"
"No, my king"
"You better not be" his hand slips under the fabric of your cleavage, his fingers finding your nipple and teasing it. "Why didn't you come for me?"
"It is not a whore's job to request pleasure"
"Nor it is to disobey"
You swallow hard.
With his free hand he offers you a fruit, the same fruit as before.
"Open your mouth"
You know better than to disobey.
He decided on chains. Soon you found yourself tied up to his bed, frustratingly dressed.
"What should I do to you?" he watches you for a moment, he knows you're horny, he reprehended you twice at the table for shifting on his lap. "Maybe I should take some time to think about it."
You let out a long frustrated whimper as he leaves the room.