"I didn't do anything."

Those were the first words out of my mouth when I saw Loki holding up the accursed Ben Wa balls. I said those words because usually he brought those out to use as punishment, but I didn't do anything this time to warrant it. At least, I didn't think I did.

A look of—if I didn't know better, I would have called it terror—briefly flicked across his face before he composed himself. He arched a brow. "Do we have something to discuss, Pet?"

"No," I answered confidently. "Just...the only time you bring those out is when I do something stupid."

His eyebrow remained raised. "Do I need a reason to play with my Pet?"

Oh. This was going to be one of those days. "No," I answered quickly.

"That's what I thought. I merely want to have some fun with you today, love, if that is alright by you."

My, he was sassy today. "Perfectly fine by me," I responded, nervously looking at the balls. He must have heard the nerves because he stalked towards me with that feline grace of his. I shivered as his fingers lightly stroked the side of my neck before he leaned in to murmur in my ear.

"Relax, Pet. This is not a punishment. I merely wish to amuse myself today. I promise you will be rewarded," he purred.

I swooned forward, catching myself with my hands on his chest. "Holy crap," I breathed.

"I promise, whatever you are imagining now, it will pale in comparison to what I have in store for you." Loki's fingers trailed down the front of my nightgown. He lifted the edge and lightly tickled me on my thighs. "Lie down on the bed so I can ease these inside you."

The sultry cadence of his voice made my knees weak. I landed on the bed with a thump before I fell to the floor. Loki placed a hand on my throat and gently pushed in a silent command for me to lie back. His knees nudged my legs apart and then he knelt on the floor beside the bed, his head between my legs.

That talented tongue of his began to work on my labia and I moaned wantonly. Loki wasn't wasting any time. His tongue twirled around my clit before he sucked on it and my moans grew louder in response. I was already close to coming, but since Loki hadn't given me permission to orgasm, I held it back.

It was hard. He sucked on my labia lips and his tongue lashed my clit. I mewled and writhed, my legs shaking. I was so close, just on the edge of orgasm, when Loki stopped licking. He straightened up and I felt one of the balls nudge my entrance. Loki's fingers pushed one ball in followed by the other.

I groaned, frustrated at being denied the bliss he was bringing me to. That's when I realized just what today was going to entail. While he did promise a reward at the end of it, getting there was going to be a major challenge.

Loki stood up. "You may dress now," he told me, patting my clit with two fingers. I groaned when he stroked and petted my lower lips before he stepped away and left the bedroom to give me some privacy.

This was going to be a long day.

The first hurdle was riding in the passenger seat of Loki's car. In semi-privacy he made the damn balls vibrate inside me. I fought not to squirm and concentrated on breathing through it while he kept his eyes fixed on the road and didn't look at me once. As we got closer to our favorite coffee place the balls were joined by a phantom tongue lapping at my clit.

My nails dug into the upholstery of the passenger seat. I didn't care that I was ruining Loki's Rolls Royce. He brought it on himself anyway.

Everything felt so good, and I hovered on the brink, needing to come badly, and then it all stopped abruptly. I snarled as Loki parked at the curbside. He ignored the glare I shot at him as he got out of the car. I followed him into the coffee shop, where there was a line.

That's when Loki decided he would amuse himself while we waited and turned on the balls again. I gritted my teeth, my breath making a whistling sound as I exhaled. It was an effort not to draw too much attention to myself while I pressed my legs together and did my best impersonation of a tea kettle. Loki had never done anything to me this publicly before and I felt mortified even as excitement filled me.

He bought us two Loki Specials (oat milk latte with extra foam, whipped cream, one pump of raspberry syrup, and chocolate powder sprinkled on top), and ushered us out the door.

"Drink your coffee, Pet," Loki ordered me when we got back into the car.

He was bringing me on the verge of orgasm, and he wanted me to drink coffee?! Stifling a growl that I knew would only make matters worse, I sipped my Loki and tried to distract myself with the taste of raspberry and chocolate.

It didn't help.

I was shivering by the time he pulled up outside of Derrick's shop.

Derrick used to be Tzadkiel, the Archangel of Freedom. They were severely injured in a battle with the Beyonder centuries ago and since then had been living on Earth as an immortal human. They were also placed in charge of Sanctuary, a pocket dimension that served as neutral ground for supernatural beings as well as a treasure trove of mystical artifacts from across the multiverse. The shop that sold witchcraft supplies as well as offered tattoos and piercings was a front.

When I had first met Derrick, they had been presenting as a man. Nowadays they ran around in a femme form, and the reason for that opened the door when I knocked. Loki still hadn't let up on the toys...now he was making the balls pulse in a steady beat that was worse than the continual vibrations.

"Hey Bucky," I greeted him as I walked in. Bucky was spending a lot of time in Sanctuary lately. I knew why...everyone knew why but he and Derrick had yet to make that leap into hooking up. Most of the others figured Bucky was dragging his feet because he was coming to terms with Derrick's gender fluidity. I knew the real reason, but since poking about in other people's love lives never ended well for me, I bit my tongue and pretended I didn't want to grab the lapels of Bucky's shirt, shake him, and tell him to get his head out of his ass.

Derrick turned from where they were flipping through a book on a lectern, their riotously curly blonde hair bouncing and the tattoos that covered their entire body moving on their own along their skin. I was staying away from them, but I saw their nose wrinkle anyway. They didn't say anything in front of Bucky, but I saw them give Loki a disapproving look.

I'm pretty sure I turned a bright shade of red. Now I knew how the others felt when I was around. There was no such thing as privacy when an angel was present. We could smell everything. Derrick lost a lot when they lost their wings and status as an angel, but they had kept the senses.

Loki just returned Derrick's glare with a smug, superior look of his own, as though daring Derrick to say or do something. He also doubled down on the pulsations of the Ben Wa balls. By now my nails were making furrows in my palms.

Derrick sighed, Bucky grabbed a seat to enjoy the show, and Loki joined us for today's magic and combat lessons. I'm ashamed to say I had no idea what we studied or practiced. Loki was now making the balls vibrate and pulsate and it was very distracting.

After an hour of this, Derrick gave up and told me we were done for the day. They escorted me and Loki out, giving Loki one last glare before they shut the door behind us.

I was absolutely humiliated when we got into the car, but I knew glaring at Loki would only encourage him even more, so I stared out the front windshield instead as he pulled away.

We usually ordered our groceries online to be delivered because both Loki and I hated grocery shopping, so when he pulled up in front of the store, I was startled. So startled that I forgot about the No Starring At Master thing.

He just smirked and the phantom tongue licked along my clit. I shuddered.

"If you do not think you can handle it, Pet..." he began.

Now he was taunting me. Fantastic. No doubt he was counting on my pride refusing to allow me to cave in to beg him not to drag me into that grocery store.

God damn it, it worked. I stepped out of the car and slammed the door. Good thing Loki had the whole car reinforced. It would have crumpled otherwise.

It wasn't a quick trip. Loki forced us to take our time going through the bakery, the produce section, stopping by the floral section to admire the plants, browse the meat and seafood counters, leisurely stroll up and down each aisle. He took his time debating between the cookies, the apple turnovers, or both. He asked the butcher to describe in detail each cut of meat. He had the seafood guy look up all the places each type of fish and shellfish came from. He listened with interest as the florist went into detail about flower arrangements. He stopped by every free sample table to taste their offerings and talk about the product with the eager employee tending the table. He spent twenty minutes comparing cheeses and deciding on slices or blocks. He even cast a spell to see if he could speak to the crustaceans in the lobster tank.

The entire time the balls alternated between pulsing and humming, with occasional flicks of that damn phantom tongue. I knew the bastard didn't care about what was on the lobsters' minds or about floral arrangements. He just wanted to prolong my suffering. If I wasn't an empath and didn't have a psychic bond with him, I would've been able to tell by the smirks and twinkle in his eyes.

He deliberately chose the longest checkout line with the slowest cashier, and I almost screamed when he pulled out a pile of coupons for her to scan. By the time we finally went out to the car with our load I was on the verge of tears.

We still needed to go by the pet store to get cat and ferret food. Did we go straight to the pet food aisles and grab them? Nope. Loki wanted to look at all the fish and discuss the merits of salt water verses fresh water with the sales rep. He wanted to go down each aisle and look at all the various things needed for a fish aquarium. He did the same with the birds and spent a good fifteen minutes with a white cockatoo who fell instantly in love with him. He took his time looking at all the rodent cages, admiring each and every gerbil, hamster, and rat. He had the sales reps unlock the rabbit, ferret, and reptile cages so he could admire each animal, spending at least five minutes cooing over each of them. With every animal, including the fish and even the tarantulas, he cast that same spell he had used on the lobsters to talk to them. Then he took me down more aisles to look at beds, litter boxes, and toys. He threw a few jingly balls, several packages of catnip mice, and ferret treats into our cart. When it came time to check out and the cashier asked him if he wanted to donate to an animal charity, he requested a detailed description of said charity and what they did. He also asked about the adoption days, pet grooming, and veterinary services.

The vibrations never stopped except for when I was about to burst. I was almost hunched over in pain when we finally left for home.

Several footmen came out to help with the groceries and Loki chatted with each one, asking them about everything...their wives, their children, their plans for the weekend. He took his time counting out bills to tip them.

Then he invited them into our penthouse apartment for drinks. Non-alcoholic since they were on the clock but drinks all the same.

They finally left an hour later, and Loki and I were alone at long last.

"How are you holding up, Pet?" Loki asked mildly.

"I'm trying to decide if I want to fuck you or strangle you," I answered with a snarl in my voice.

Loki smirked. "Good. That is exactly where I want you."

Yeah, strangling him looked like the more attractive option.

Loki turned like he was going to have a seat on the couch and picked up the remote. "Well, shall we see what is-"

"LOKI!"

"Hmmm? Oh, very well. Pants down and bend over, love."

The balls finally stopped vibrating and I did as I was told. I felt Loki behind me, taking a few minutes to admire the view. I knew I was gushing by now and could even feel my fluids dripping down my thighs. I was quivering and almost crying. I needed to come so badly, and for a few moments I was scared that Loki was going to renege on his promise and leave me hanging.

I felt his fingers slide inside me to pull out the balls one by one. "Well, would you look at this," he tsked. "I would say these darlings did their job quite nicely." He held them in front of my face. "Open. Taste how much of a slut you have been for me today."

I was willing to drink his piss at that point if it would get me an orgasm. I obediently parted my lips and licked and sucked each ball clean as he presented them to me. My tongue twirled around his fingers, sucking on them gently before he pulled his hands away.

He walked back behind me, and I felt him press the front of his pelvis against my backside. I could feel his erection.

"This has been torture for me as well, my Pet."

Cry me a river.

He leaned forward to breathe in my ear. "As promised, here is your reward."

He must have called away his clothes because I felt only skin touching skin and then he sheathed himself inside me with a smooth stroke. There was no foreplay. I didn't want it. I'd had enough foreplay. I wanted him to ram himself inside me, and he did. His hand gripped my hair, and he took me with a roughness that blew me away.

He pounded into me, hitting all my most sensitive areas, and I was climbing...climbing...climbing towards...

"Not yet," Loki growled and pulled out. He lifted me and slammed me onto the sofa, before forcefully reentering. "Hold out. I will tell you when you can come."

My entire body was tense enough to snap. I was gulping in air, biting his shoulder, raking his back with my nails, doing my best to hold back my orgasm. It was almost impossible, and I panted, "L-Loki..."

"Come," he growled, and I exploded. I was sure I blacked out, the orgasm was so intense and wrecked me thoroughly. When I came to my senses, Loki stilled inside me, spilling his seed with a shout.

We laid like that on the sofa for...I'm not sure how long. The both of us were so completely spent. For a few moments I thought he had fallen asleep on top of me, our limbs still intertwined. Then his lips touched the pulse point on my neck.

"Wake up, love. We can't stay here."

"Can," I mumbled, snuggling his shoulder and wrapping my limbs around him tighter.

He chuckled. "I will draw you a bath. Then you can help me decide where to put the aquarium."

I must have looked extremely grumpy. My expression made him laugh and he got up, then lifted me into his arms.

"Next time you want to amuse yourself," I muttered as he made his way to the bathroom. "Please don't do it when we're around any of my relatives."

"No promises," he replied, setting me on the counter and getting the bath ready for both of us.