She looked stunning as always, standing nude before him and following his instructions to stand within the metal frame he had set up in the office after clearing out the normal furniture. Maintaining eye contact with her, he lifted a slender wrist and kissed the inside of it before cuffing her arm to the top of the frame. He repeated the action with her other arm, then stroked her face. He allowed her to kiss and suck lightly on his thumb briefly before he stepped back to admire his wife.

She was nervous and understandably so, after he had told her of his plans tonight. But to Loki's gratitude, she had agreed while telling him, again, that she trusted him. He was glad, because things were going to get very intense.

They had been engaging in temperature play for a long time now, and it was one of their favorite activities. Loki loved the way Tracy writhed and mewled as hot wax dripped down upon her skin, or as he ran a cube of ice down the middle of her breasts, and of course he rejoiced in the way she clamped around him when he changed into his Jotun form and sheathed himself inside her. But he had been holding back for a very long time because he hadn't felt she was ready for harder play.

Watching her face the last time the two of them watched a fire play demonstration at a kink convention had convinced him that perhaps it was time to introduce her to harder and hotter play.

He had paid close attention to how the mortals did it. It usually involved alcohol, cotton swabs, buckets of water, blankets, and fire extinguishers standing by in case something went wrong. And Loki just knew things did go wrong. The mortal way was too messy and there was too much room for error for his liking. The fire he would be playing with this evening would be magical fire. He would have complete control over it and if Tracy did panic, he would be able to dismiss it instantly. He wouldn't do this with her unless he was certain he had total control over things.

He walked around the frame and came up behind her. His movements were slow and deliberate as he purposely brushed his fingers along her neck and shoulders while gathering the rich brown hair he loved so much. He smiled as she shivered from the tingles she was undoubtedly experiencing as he twisted the locks into a French twist he secured with his seidr. Her hair needed to be out of the way for this. He kissed the side of her neck and ran his hands down her sides, causing her to shiver again.

"Are you ready, Pet?" he murmured in her ear and when she answered in the affirmative, he took a step away from her, gazing at her bare back. He reached out with a finger and ran it along her soft skin. Up and down, around, tracing elaborate shapes, using her body as a canvas for his imagination.

Then his finger ignited and as he traced that finger along her skin, the shapes flickered in flame along her flesh only to fade almost as soon as the fire manifested. "Did that hurt?" Loki asked his wife.

"Not even a little," she replied breathlessly.

Loki smiled, relieved. He was going to make the fire without heat, but Tracy had said No to that idea, saying that she could take it. The thought of hurting her had made him nervous.

He reached out with his fiery finger and traced an elaborate L on her back, complete with curlicues and other embellishments. It lingered for a moment and then was out. He drew more shapes, each more involved with the last. That was another thing about his way of doing things. The mortal way, tracing cotton swabs soaked with alcohol, could be rather limiting in terms of the shapes that could be traced on someone's body without becoming dangerous. His way, he could paint whatever he desired.

He abandoned her back to walk around to her front. He would be back on her backside in a little bit. Right now, it was time to play with different parts.

He traced his finger along her collarbone and then, lighting it up again, traced it down her sternum between her breasts. She sucked in a harsh breath as the flames sprang to life on her torso and then died down.

Loki continued to draw more shapes on her stomach, including more calligraphic L's. Then he decided to step things up. Igniting the first two fingers of each hand, he pinched her nipples and lit them up. Tracy let out a loud gasping moan as they burned briefly before going out.

He smirked as he nudged her legs apart with his feet. The next move was why he had asked her to shave herself completely for this session.

One touch on her vulva and her labia and clit lit up. Tracy let out a scream, then the fire was out. She was panting, her legs shaking. "Keep your legs apart and stay leaned over just like that," Loki ordered, and she looked at him from under her brows.

Making sure she could see him, Loki used his magic to call in a short single tail flogger. Her eyes were now owl wide, and he smirked as he lit the small whip on fire. Her eyes followed him as far as they could as he went back around her.

She was bent slightly forward, which put her ass exactly where he wanted it. He gauged his aim, swung the single tail back, and then with a loud crack he let it loose on her buttocks.

Tracy let out a cry as the fiery leather struck her, and he allowed the fire whip to kiss her flesh again, admiring the marks it left on her, marks that faded as soon as he made them. Damn her healing abilities, but at least he knew he couldn't do permanent damage. He whipped her a few more times before pausing. "Stand back up straight," he commanded, and Tracy complied. Loki ran a hand along her upper back and then let the whip sing, striking her on the scapula. Tracy's cries were starting to take on a sultry tone as her screams became interspersed with moans.

Loki was severely tempted to clone himself with a second fire whip to work on her front at the same time, but he decided that would be a bit too intense for her first time. Perhaps at a later point. So instead, he walked around back to her front. She saw him eyeing her breasts and her lips parted in wonder.

He swung the whip around, letting it crack as it struck one breast and then the other, careful to avoid the nipples. Tracy let out a loud moan, and if the hardness of her nipples and the slickness he could see between her thighs was any indication, Loki should have done this with her long ago. She was clearly enjoying every moment of this.

With that in mind, he reached for her nipples with his free hand, and lit them on fire again. Now she was really moaning. "Keep your legs apart," he ordered and then he took aim and let the whip fly at her bare pussy.

Tracy screamed, and he struck her again, making sure he got her clitoris. When it became clear that the whipping wasn't quite doing the job, Loki reached forward and rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves with his warm finger.

That did it. Tracy howled as she came all over his fingers, her bonds the only thing keeping her from collapsing to the floor. He continued to whip her as she orgasmed, setting both her crotch and nipples on fire, fire which flickered in and out. Then she started to come down, so he vanished the fire whip, made sure all the flames were snuffed out, and wrapped his arms around her body.

With a thought the cuffs released her, and Loki cradled her in his arms, calling up a blanket to wrap around her. Then he used his seidr to get rid of the frame and bring the sofa back into the office, sinking onto it with his wife still in his arms.

She was trembling and trying to catch her breath and he squeezed her. That had been a very intense scene and Loki was not going to do anything further with her until he was sure she was recovered.

She nuzzled into his chest, clearly using the sound of his heartbeat to ground herself. He stroked her hair, which was now loose, and kissed the top of her head. "I have you, Pet," he whispered.

He held her like that for a very long time before he could feel Tracy getting restless. "What do you need, my love?" Loki inquired, brushing her hair from her face so he could look into her eyes.

"It's too quiet," Tracy muttered.

Loki solved that by snapping his fingers. Instantly music echoed in the room, though there were no devices or speakers present. He had simply tapped into a mortal radio station. "Anything else? Thirsty?"

"You know better than that," she told him then laid her head back down on his chest. "That was...wow. Are we going to do that again soon?"

"We will see," Loki answered, although he knew that they would.

He continued to hold her, waiting for her signal that she wanted more, but he was patient. His cock could wait. Loki was content just to hold her. More than content, really. He was the happiest he had ever been in his long life.

And right on cue, the station started playing a song.

Time stays still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath

Every hour has come to this

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Loki liked it. He felt it was very fitting, since he had been waiting for the woman in his arms for over a thousand years without even realizing it. "I will love you for much longer than a thousand years," he said out loud.

His wife picked her head up to look into his eyes again. "Promise?"

Loki stroked her face and smiled. "Always."