Sweat prickled my brow and my lower lip was caught between my teeth as I concentrated. I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out of my mouth in a long exhale to relax my stance. I kept my eyes on the target, focused solely on it and letting all distractions fade into the background.

I slid the cue stick back, and then thrust it forward between my knuckles, striking the cue ball and sending the 5 ball into a corner pocket.

"Nice shot," Derrick approved while rubbing chalk on the end of their own stick. It was still my turn and I maneuvered around the table into the optimal position to get the 7 ball.

The two of us were in Derrick's game room, which was off one of the halls that branched off from the warehouse that Sanctuary appeared as. We had just gotten through a few hours of some intense magical training. It had taken a lot out of me, but Derrick had approved of the results I had managed and decided to let me unwind as a reward.

We were playing pool because, as Derrick stated, it would help me practice more concentration and focus. I think it was just an excuse for them to take a break as well. I had never played pool and Derrick had to teach me. It hadn't taken experience to realize that Derrick was a shark, which wasn't a surprise. After they lost their wings, Derrick went and embraced every vice known to humankind: Drinking, swearing, promiscuity, gluttony, and gambling. It stood to reason that they had spent a lot of time in pool halls.

Derrick still embraced every vice known to humankind, except for the promiscuity. They were strictly about one man nowadays, and I was happy for them and Bucky. The two of them made a great couple. I was sure both Bucky and Loki would be here today if they weren't currently out on missions. Then I pictured Loki learning pool.

On second thought, it was probably a good thing they weren't here.

The cue ball hit the 7 ball and it slid into a side pocket. Derrick scoffed as they sipped their beer. "Beginner's luck," they mumbled, just loud enough that I picked it up. I knew Derrick wasn't really mad. I grabbed the chalk and rubbed the tip of my stick while watching a snake wind its way up Derrick's arm. Derrick's living tattoos had become such a mainstay that no one really noticed them anymore, but every so often one popped up that I never noticed before. The snake was new, although it might have been inhabiting another body part. Derrick tended to wear mostly pants, and nowadays there was only one person who saw them naked, so I hadn't seen anywhere close to all their moving tattoos. I knew they covered Derrick's body from neck all the way down to toes, each with a different function, a different power, all having one common goal: To keep Derrick alive.

The snake crawled its way up Derrick's neck and then ended up at their ear. Derrick blinked and then announced, "Michael is coming."

I groaned. We were having such a good time, too. "She probably sensed me doing magic and has come to tell me what all I did wrong."

"Now, now...just because she's decided to pay a visit while you happen to be here doesn't mean she's here for you," Derrick admonished, their silver eyes twinkling in amusement and their blonde spiral curls bouncing as they shook their head.

"I'm still scared to find out what she's here for," I told them, trying to line up my shot but now feeling too nervous to focus. Michael and I had a complicated relationship. She felt responsible for me now that I was part of the Hierarchy and regretted not being there for me when I woke up an angel after a couple of decades as a prisoner of some fallen angels, but at the same time I had a little too much mortal still in me for her tastes. I knew she didn't approve of my marriage to Loki, among other things. On my end, the Archangel made me uncomfortable. My empathic abilities were such that I was even able to feel the emotional resonances of angels, as well as gods. From Michael I got nothing. She was as cold, as still, as the Arctic.

A few minutes after Derrick had announced her arrival, Michael appeared in the doorway to the game room, a vision of royalty. Mocha skin flowed over a body that was sleek and muscular yet still had curves in all the right places. Her wild black hair was streaked with gold. Eyes of gold gazed out of a face that would put Helen of Troy's to shame.

She was devastating, and I had watched men fall all over themselves for her...until her personality made their balls freeze. Michael was the perfect specimen of Silence, the protocol the angels had adopted a long time ago to suppress all emotion so that they could be the perfect warriors and attempt to protect the mortal world from the power that could be so easily unleashed with a slip of temper.

"It is pleasing to see that the two of you are making the most of your time," Michael stated after taking us in.

"Give us a break, Michael. We had a rough morning," Derrick told her while holding up their beer bottle, eyebrow raised in question. Michael shook her head at the offer.

"It is fortunate that the both of you are here anyway. I have a favor to ask."

I was really trying to focus, concentrating on lining up my shot, sliding the stick between my knuckles. "Well, just spit it out."

"Anything for the Hierarchy," Derrick added.

"It is not for the Hierarchy. This is...personal."

I was still paying attention, but I really wanted to make the shot too. So, I was half aware of Derrick telling Michael, "Well, out with it then. What can we help you with?"

I pulled the stick back and started to slide it forward to make the shot when Michael declared, "I need you to tell me about sex."

I ruined the felt on the table when the stick slashed through it. The cue ball went flying, barely missed Derrick's head, ricocheted off a metallic sculpture in the corner, and then smashed into the mirror behind the bar, which shattered and took several bottles of alcohol with it. Derrick was too busy gaping at Michael to yell at me about the damage.

I was frozen, still bent over the pool table. I slowly turned my head towards Michael. "What?" I squeaked.

"I should not have to repeat myself," Michael said with the patience of someone who had led an entire race of godlike immortals long before Earth was a twinkle in the eye of whoever made it.

Panicked, I looked at Derrick, who was now chugging their beer and probably getting ready to retrieve another.

"Um...that's a very loaded question...it's a complicated topic," I babbled. Oh God, was this how my mom felt when I started asking about the birds and the bees?

"Perhaps a demonstration?" Michael inquired.

"No," Derrick and I answered at the same time. I cleared my throat. "No, but..." I tried to think as Michael looked at me expectantly. "I mean...you've lived long enough, but...I mean, don't you know how it works?"

Michael nodded. "I understand the mechanics. However, there are nuances that I have discovered I lack knowledge in and wish to learn more about those. I thought, since the two of you are both involved in emotional entanglements that are also very physical..."

Of course, she knew about that. The first time I met her was right after Loki fingered me in the car, and I was sure even now she could smell him on me. Derrick hadn't been with Bucky for long, but his scent was already embedded in their skin.

"That is very personal," Derrick stated. "And it's also very complicated and hard to explain."

Michael blinked. "There has to be some way that I can become familiar with the concepts of human sexuality, including the feelings I have learned tend to be attached to such actions..."

"Porn," I blurted. I rubbed my hand over my face. "I...we...can show you porn."

I felt Derrick's eyes burning holes in me while Michael blinked. "I have heard of these sorts of mortal films. Will they help me to understand human sexuality better?"

"Um...er...sort of...maybe..." I stumbled over my words.

"Well then," Michael sounded pleased, and her gaze moved from me to Derrick and back again. "Shall we then?"

"Uhhh...we need time to find some..." Derrick told her.

"It should not be that hard. Is it not readily available on this internet humanity is so fond of?"

"Yeah, but most of it isn't good, and wouldn't be...educational..." I was already regretting this. What the hell was I thinking? Me and my big mouth.

Loki would love this. Which was why I was not going to tell him about this.

He would find out anyway. Hopefully not for a long while, but he would eventually find out. In the meantime...

"Um...give us a couple of hours to find some films? I'll find some decent stuff," I told Michael as Derrick stared at me.

"Okay. Shall I return later? Perhaps tonight?"

"Ten," Derrick told her.

"Ten it is," Michael nodded, then left. Neither Derrick nor I breathed until we heard the door to Sanctuary open and closed.

We were both silent...for all of five seconds. "Did you," Derrick started, "offer to show the Archangel Michael…right hand of Father, Prince of Heaven, Victorious over the Morningstar, leader of all of the angels…porn?"

I opened my mouth but not a sound came out. I closed my mouth, and then leaned against the ruined pool table for support. "Oh. My. God. I just offered to watch porn with Michael!"

"And you had to drag me into it!" Derrick added. "Why did you do that? I don't want to watch porn with Michael!"

"I'm not going to do this alone!"

"You have a husband!"

I took a breath. "Even if he weren't on a mission right now, I wouldn't want to get him involved. I don't even want to think about what would happen if he knew about this! So, it's you or some other member of the Hierarchy, and Gabe isn't around!"

Derrick shuddered. "Gabriel doesn't know any more than Michael does, and anyway imagining him watching mortal pornography is even more disturbing than thinking about her doing it."

Neither of us speculated as to the reason why Michael was asking about sex ed. We both knew. After seeing her interact with Steve at the Christmas party, and hearing that the two had been hanging out together for months...well, we probably should not have been surprised. We should have been surprised she hadn't brought this up sooner.

Even with us "educating" her, I could think of so many ways things could go wrong if and when Michael or Steve brought up the subject of intimacy with the other individual. But we'd cross that bridge if and when we got there.

"Alright," Derrick growled. They pointed at me. "But you're picking out the movies."

"And not a word to my husband." I thought about it. "Or anyone else."

"On that, we agree," Derrick replied as they got another beer.

The windows in Sanctuary were fake, the night sky they showed an illusion. Too bad, because I desperately wanted to leap out one of them into some cushy bushes below and escape the upcoming horror. I cursed my big mouth once again.

Derrick was in an armchair, working on...I had lost count of the number of beers they drank after about nine or so. Michael was on the couch, not relaxed but sitting on the edge of the cushion, her hands primly in her lap. She looked like a student ready for her lesson, which I guessed was accurate.

I was hooking up the TV to the streaming service I had decided to use, under an anonymous username with a fake email. I wasn't about to let this be traced back to me. I put on the playlist I had compiled. "Now, this isn't perfect...I mean, porn doesn't do a good job of portraying all the emotions that come with having sex, or sometimes any at all. And the dialogue...no one talks like that. Also, porn, especially hetero porn, tends to be focused exclusively on the man's pleasure. I tried to find some where the guy reciprocates, or the woman has a real orgasm at least..."

"Reciprocates?" Michael asked.

"Er...you'll see. Just know that...you deserve to feel some pleasure too, and if the guy makes it clear that he doesn't care about yours, you have every right to tell him to take a hike even if you're in the middle of things..."

Michael arched a brow. I felt stupid. If anyone could handle a man who was selfish in bed, it would be her.

I seriously doubted Steve was selfish in the sack anyway.

Oh no, now I was imagining...I quickly hit play and fled to the loveseat on the opposite side of the coffee table from Derrick's chair. That was so wrong. It was Steve for God's sake.

The movie began playing and the very first of many sex scenes began.

"Hmmm," Michael hummed as the male actor unzipped seconds after meeting the actress, who was gushing over his size. "Do all mortal men expect women to just drop everything and pleasure them like this?"

I squirmed and looked at Derrick, who was looking back at me. "Some do..."

"Some?"

"The types of guys who watch way too much shit like this," Derrick interjected. "And thanks to doing so, think that women actually work that way."

Michael looked back at the screen. "She is putting a lot of emphasis on how big his penis is. Is size really that important?"

I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole. "No. Size isn't that important."

"This coming from the woman married to a God who could probably satisfy a whale without changing shape nor size," Derrick grumbled.

My face was on fire. "It isn't important," I hissed through my grinding teeth.

We watched for several more minutes. Then after the actress was through blowing the guy they went right to doggystyle. "Wait...she gave him oral pleasure, but he is not going to return the gesture?" Michael asked.

I cleared my throat. "That's what I mean by saying 'reciprocate'."

"Oh." Michael looked over at me. "Does your husband...reciprocate?"

My face flamed again, and I had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time I blushed that night.

"Well, Tracy? Answer her," Derrick encouraged.

Michael turned to Derrick. "And does James...reciprocate...with you?"

It was Derrick's turn to blush bright red. "He's...generous," they muttered.

Michael looked at me.

I was sure I was scarlet by now. "Yeah...Loki is...um, pretty generous..."

Michael nodded. "That is good."

We watched the actors fuck. "Why does the man keep smacking her buttocks?" Michael looked at both of us. "Do women really enjoy that?"

Derrick and I were speechless.

Michael looked at me. "Does Loki spank you and do you enjoy it?"

I was never going to let Loki spank me again. I fidgeted and then Derrick fidgeted when Michael looked at them. And we refused to make eye contact with each other.

Then the moneyshot happened. "I am not entirely certain that is where the sperm is supposed to go. Abriel, does Loki ever release onto you like that?"

I wanted to die right then.

Several hours (the sun was rising), several more movies, and dozens more beers drunk by Derrick later we were still watching porn. Michael was thankfully starting to run out of questions, and we watched as an actor went down on the actress he was sharing a scene with. It had taken me forever to find a porn movie where the guy performed cunnilingus, an act normally reserved for lesbian porn, but I had managed it.

Then he stuck it into her ass.

That opened up a whole slew of new questions from Michael.

"No, it can't just go in like that," I told her. "Anal involves a lot of preparation that they don't show. They don't show her eating a special diet for days before, or the stretching, or the enemas..."

"Do men really enjoy that?" Michael interrupted. "Do you and Loki enjoy it?"

"Not often," answered a deep, seductive voice that in normal situations would make me wet in an instant. "It is more of an occasional treat. For both of us."

I sank even further into the loveseat at the sound of my husband's words. Fuck, so much for leaving him out of this.

Loki was in the doorway leading to the TV room we were in. I didn't need to look to know he was leaning on the doorframe, taking in the entire situation...the porn on the TV, Michael's focused concentration and unending questions, Derrick completely inebriated, and me doing my best to become one with the loveseat…and drawing the correct conclusion as to what we were doing.

"We return victorious! Derrick, do you have drink to spare for a thirsty...oh," Thor's voice came from the doorway as well. "Erm...I will hit the bar then."

He fled. I was really hoping Loki would go with him.

And that's exactly what he did.

Just kidding. Of course, Loki didn't do that. Why would he, when there was something far more entertaining going on in that TV room? If Loki had gone with Thor, I would have pinned the stranger masquerading as my husband to the floor, arms twisted behind his back while I interrogated him as to the whereabouts of the real Loki.

Nope, Loki sauntered right on in and sat down on the loveseat right beside me. He didn't touch me though.

Smart man.

Michael nodded at Loki's answer and then turned to Derrick. Who was well on their way to being totally smashed. A condition I found myself wishing I was in. I hated being an angel sometimes. "And what of you and James?" Michael asked.

Derrick squirmed. "Um...Bucky is really old fashioned...which is no shocker, seeing as how he was born over a hundred years ago..." They cleared their throat. "He's...not really into...that..."

"More's the pity," Loki tsked. "He does not know what he is missing."

Anytime you want to stop, you can you know, I told him through our bond.

Why would I? Michael is clearly in need of an education. I am merely offering my assistance to her teachers.

I sighed, resigned to whatever Loki was going to do. No, I wasn't going to try to stop him. I might as well have asked the moon to stop controlling the tides or the wind to stop blowing.

Besides, he continued, watching these films may give me ideas.

You don't need ideas, I fired back. Loki's lips twitched. He took that as a compliment.

Michael was frowning in puzzlement. "But filth comes out of there. Why would someone want to insert their penis into that hole?"

I didn't answer since I lacked that particular piece of anatomy. Derrick and Loki though…

The former cleared their throat. "It's really about establishing ownership over a person….their entire person." Derrick fidgeted more. "Besides, it's tighter."

"Then what does the woman get out of it?"

Derrick mouthed Your Turn at me, and Michael fixed her gaze on me. So did Loki.

Too bad Charlie, the critter who lived in Derrick's basement, didn't eat angels. At that moment I was more than willing to be a snack. I tried to ignore the eyes on me. "It just…it feels nice to…um, share every part of your body with someone you love…"

Michael thought about that for a second. "Then…do men enjoy it as well?"

"The ones who aren't whiny bitches who believe having their asshole played with makes them gay…oh the horror…" Derrick grumbled.

"Yes. Yes, we do. We especially like it when you surprise us," Loki said brightly. "Best not to even ask, just shove it right in there."

Did my husband just set up Michael to pull a Surprise Buttsex on Steve? Derrick's eyes were wide as they looked over at me.

I wondered if anyone would miss me if I crawled into a hole to hide. "The male G-spot is in the rectum," I added.

"G-spot?" Michael was really confused now.

Fuck.

"For shame! Two lovelies here, and neither one of you told her about the G-spot?" Loki tsked and shook his head.

"We hadn't gotten there yet," I muttered. "We just got through talking about the clitoris." And no matter how many times Michael asked, I was not going to be the one to point out where it was on her nude body. That's why we were watching XXX rated films in the first place!

Michael looked even more confused, so Derrick and I took turns describing the G-spot while Loki sat there, entertained by our fumbling explanations. It was even worse with him as an audience.

He was never going to let me forget this, no matter how much I wanted to.

"I do not suppose…"

"No," I told Michael firmly. "I am not going to stick a finger up in there to help you find it. We told you where it is, you can search yourself." Yes, I was getting testy. I knew I shouldn't, but it was happening.

"I do not touch anyone in such an intimate manner aside from my wife," Loki said when Michael fixed him with her gaze. The bastard of course was unruffled. "However, we do have someone here who is unattached at the present time who may be willing to aid you. Thor?" He called in a raised voice.

"Leave me out of it!" Thor's voice bellowed.

"Bah," Loki waved it off. "He probably could not find it anyway."

"I heard that!" Thor yelled. "And what happened to the bar?"

"Tracy destroyed it with a cue ball," Derrick shouted back. "By the way, you owe me for all the liquor, girlfriend."

My face was red hot with embarrassment as Loki looked at me. "That is a new one."

I managed not to growl.

Derrick was rubbing their forehead with their thumb and forefinger. "We'll get you some toys," they told Michael. "They'll help."

No. I was not going on that shopping expedition. As Michael turned her attention back to the movie, Derrick and I were having a silent argument.

No, I mouthed. Derrick pointed at me and nodded vigorously, mouthing You started it! I pointed to the screen…yes, I started the deal with the porn, but I didn't agree to go shopping for sex toys! Derrick placed their hand on their hip and jabbed a finger at me while mouthing You're going!

Loki watched the whole exchange, amusement coming off him in waves. I looked at him with my eyes pleading with him for help. He shook his head…he was not getting into the middle of our bickering.

I guessed that was fair. I always refused to get involved in his bickering with Thor.

Derrick threw their hands into the air, and I sighed. Well, they had already told Michael we would be doing it. And I had already dragged Derrick into this train wreck. So, I was going sex toy shopping for an Archangel. Great.

We were nearly done with the last film on my playlist, thank God. I was ready to go home, crawl under the covers, and never come out to see the light of day again.

I felt Loki pout when that movie was over. No doubt he had been looking for more chances to corrupt Michael. I was just grateful it was over. Unfortunately, Michael seemed to be more confused than when we started.

"Those films were helpful as far as going into further detail about the mechanics," she stated. "But I still cannot grasp the emotional nuances of the act. The only emotion they put emphasis on was lust. Is that all there is to it?"

"For some people it is," Derrick answered. "Actually, for a lot of people that's all it takes."

"And some of us need more than that," I added. Maybe I should have suggested Michael read some romance novels instead. Those typically did a better job at the emotional aspects than porn did.

Michael looked at me. "And what more do you need, Abriel?"

I swallowed. How to explain? And I was fully aware of the irony that I, an empath whose existence was defined by emotion, found it hard to put feelings into words.

Loki's hand landed on my leg, giving it a squeeze as he stated, "Allow me, since I know my wife better than she knows herself. Tracy needs a deeper emotional connection that goes beyond lust, such as the one we have." A finger rubbed up and down my denim covered leg as he spoke. "Lust and physical desire are a large part of our relationship, but our bond is not wholly defined by it. It is defined by trust, mutual respect, and love which is a very complex set of feelings on their own, but when one does experience it, they know. Tracy completes me, and I am forever grateful to and for her. Part of how I show my gratitude and my love is sharing my physical body with her. Giving her that pleasure reinforces our bond, and allows me to tell her, without words that she is everything to me and that I love her beyond my limited abilities to express that love physically or verbally."

That was so sweet and so touching, and that speech had moved me to the brink of tears…

Loki grinned. "It helps that she is incredible in bed."

…so of course he had to ruin it.

Michael blinked. "That was most helpful, Loki, save for that last part."

"Ignore that last part," Derrick told her. "He was joking."

"I do not jest," Loki replied. "She really is ama--"

"The point," I interrupted. "Is that for some sex is simple, and for others it holds a lot more meaning than that. If the guy you're looking to pursue is who we all suspect, he's one of the latter for sure. He won't want to do anything without love involved."

Michael almost sniffed. "I have no idea to whom you are referring.

Oh it was going to be like that? Fine. We could play it that way. "We all have eyes and none of us are stupid. But I'll let you get away with that." For now.

"I truly do not know what you mean," Michael answered as she stood up. "Thank you for showing me all of this, Abriel and Tzadkiel. You have provided much for me to contemplate. You as well, Loki."

Of course she was fleeing as I was calling her out. "Anytime."

"Perhaps we can do this again? I know there is much more I need to learn."

I opened my mouth but Loki beat me. "They would be delighted."

Silence while Derrick and I both stared at him in mute horror. He ignored us.

Michael nodded. "Farewell for now then." She walked out of the room, Derrick too stunned to see her off, and me…well, I was fighting the impulse to kick my husband. I had to go through this again?

We heard the door open, Bucky and Michael's voices greeting one another, then it closed and seconds later Bucky walked into the TV room. "What'd she want?"

"Bucky, you and I are breaking up," Derrick declared.

That made Bucky halt in his tracks. "O-kay. Why?"

"Because I am never having sex again," Derrick answered.

Loki gave me the sideeye. "Don't even think about going celibate, Pet," he purred.

"Don't speak to me in that tone after I just got through spending ten hours watching porn with an Archangel who interrogated me about our sex life the whole time," I countered.

"Come again?" Bucky was really confused.

"That was the point," Loki told him. "Michael has never done so, but she plans on accomplishing it in the near future."

"Loki," I groaned. Derrick groaned as well.

"What? Was that not why you were showing her those 'educational' films and answering the sorts of questions that your parents felt just as awkward about answering when they came from you?"

Derrick and I exchanged a look. Derrick shrugged. "He's got us there." I had to agree. Especially the part about my parents. My mom still felt awkward but otherwise tackled the chore with her brand of practicality while my dad turned beet red and told me to ask my mother. Well, he did teach me what to do with my knee if a guy didn't take No for an answer and gave me pepper spray to carry when I was a teenager.

"Whoa." Bucky held up his metal hand. "Back up. Is that what you two've been up to? You don't think she and Steve…"

"She won't admit it," I told him. "But you tell me why else she would corner Derrick and I into answering sex questions?"

"Besides torturing us," Derrick added.

"And thanks to someone, we get to repeat the experience," I growled.

"Pet, you do realize the two of you will have to repeat this experience anyway, countless times, as more angels wake up to their emotions and desires?"

My jaw dropped and I felt my face drain of all color while I pictured doing this with Metatron or Cassiel. "Err…"

"Maybe the two of us ought to pick a hiding spot now?" Derrick suggested

I shut my mouth before I started drooling. "What'd you have in mind?"

"Alpha centauri? Or wait…Hell? We can stay with Lucifer for a bit.. he owes me and the others would never think to search for us there…"

Loki chuckled. "Surely it could not be that horrible."

"You try explaining the facts of life to an entire race of beings who have lived without emotion for eons then," Derrick snapped.

"You managed on your own just fine," Loki pointed out.

"After a lot of very painful experiences!"

Loki shrugged. "Pain is how most of us learn. The answer is not to wrap them in cotton wool anyway."

"I'm not suggesting that, Loki, but I don't want my siblings to struggle the way I did when I first started experiencing emotion!"

"No, he's right," I told Derrick. "You can't protect them from everything. They need to learn how to handle the bad as well as the good.

Derrick sighed. "I'd like to at least ease them into it rather than let them do what I did and suffer an emotional meltdown due to just diving in unprepared."

"There may not be much help for that," Bucky pointed out while rubbing the back of their neck, real hand buried beneath the mass of curls Derrick called their hair.

"Fuck me," I breathed out. "This'll be worse than dealing with a bunch of teenagers."

Loki squeezed my leg again. "You know you will have help, my love."

That wasn't as reassuring as he no doubt had hoped it would be and I whimpered.

"Thor will aid us as well, will you not, Brother?" Loki raised his voice in that last sentence.

"Leave me out of it!" the God of Thunder called out again.

Loki shrugged. "We need no help from someone whose idea of foreplay is grunting after boring the poor woman he's with to tears via tales of his latest feat anyway."

I raised a brow at him.

"I used to get his leftovers," Loki explained and I nodded, feeling somewhat relieved.

"Let's deal with this after I've crashed for at least eight hours," Derrick suggested as they rubbed their eyes. "Some of us do need sleep."

We all exchanged good-byes and Loki and I left. Thor left as well then declared he was going home to sleep too.

Loki wrapped an arm around me and kissed the top of my head while leading me to my Jeep. "So, you had an eventful and interesting night."

"That's putting it mildly," I snorted.

"Mmmm. You did not even get into the more exciting aspects of our lovemaking."

I almost choked. "Michael could barely handle spanking, you really expect her to deal with slave collars, caning, and forced orgasm punishments?"

Loki turned his gaze upon me. "Speaking of punishments," he purred, which sent shivers down my back. "There is the small matter of Derrick's bar…"