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There was a silly little game you liked to play. A game of cat and mouse, constructed to tease your emerald-eyed lover.
He enjoyed this game, of course. In which he was the predator, and you were the prey. You were clever, but he was even more so, and he always caught you in the end. He would often close in on you with a feline smile, and you knew he had you.
This instance was no different than the rest. You’d been evading him all day, refusing to give him the attention he so obviously wanted from you. You knew it would get him riled up. Slipping away from his wandering hands that morning, covers falling from your naked frame as you informed him that you had things to do.
As you took the time to make coffee for both of you, Loki sidled up behind you, large hands gripping your hips, lips pressed against the warm skin of your neck. You turned, allowing him a languid, openmouthed kiss.
But then, almost as if on cue, the timer went off, signaling the completion of the coffee, and you pulled away. “Coffee’s ready,” you informed him, a teasing lilt to your tone.
Later in the day, you were curled up on the couch, reading, and he tried again to vie for your attention. And you gave it to him. Well, partially. When he moved to pull you into his lap, you simply placed your hands against his chest to stop him, leaning in to kiss him and nipping at his full bottom lip.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I’m meeting Wanda for lunch. This will have to wait until later, darling,” you informed him as you worked your way out of his grasp.
“So that’s the way you want to play it?” He spoke up as you sauntered out of the room.
You smiled over your shoulder, mischievously so. “Why, whatever do you mean?”
Loki’s mouth twisted into a positively wicked grin. “I’ll catch you soon enough, little mouse. Now go. Wouldn’t want to keep dear Wanda waiting.”
You soon disappeared, leaving your lover to stew over all the things he was going to do to you. And the possibilities were endless. Yes, he would be waiting for you when you returned, waiting to finally pounce upon you – and you’d have nowhere to run.
You took your time on your lunch date with Wanda. You took a leisurely stroll through a few stores, enjoyed lighthearted conversation, and took in the sights the city had to offer. And finally, after a few hours had passed, you decided it was finally time to head back.
You parted ways with the redheaded witch, and made your way up to your quarters, which you shared with Loki. When you stepped into the room, it was dark, the curtains drawn over the windows. You raised a brow, because you knew for a fact that you’d left the curtains open when you left.
What you didn’t see was Loki’s silhouette concealed in the corner, his eyes following you as you tossed your purse onto the chair near the bed. You moved to open the curtains, but were quickly made aware of a presence behind you.
Moving with the stealth of the shadows that shrouded him, he had your body trapped in the crook of his arm. “Welcome back, pet,” he crooned.
Then he was gone, and you whirled around, trying to spot him in the dim light. You nearly jumped out of your skin when his lips were suddenly at your ear. “You aren’t the only one with a few tricks up your sleeve. You wanted to play a game? Fine, I’ll play.”
There was a flash of green, and the door that you had previously shut behind you swung open. He shifted, his presence looming at your other side. You swore you felt his fingers flutter over your spine. “Run.” His voice was low, gravelly, and the command sent electric shudders through you.
Immediately, you ran for the door, letting out a soft shriek when you felt him attempt to grab at your flowing dress. He’d let you escape, of course. If he’d truly wished to trap you, he would’ve. He quite enjoyed a chase, and it thrilled you to the bone.
As you ran down the hallway, you made the mistake of glancing behind you to see if he was at your heels, only to collide with him at the end of the hall. You gasped, stumbling backward. He was grinning at you like a Cheshire cat.
“ Tsk, you simply never learn, do you, little mouse?”
You turned on your heel, dashing the other way. Mad giggles left your throat as you ran, anticipation crawling down your spine. He was going to catch you, of that you were certain. You ran back into your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.
You kept your eyes on the door, backing away until your legs hit the bed, falling backward. It knocked the wind out of you, and you hardly had time to think of your next move before the bedroom door opened, and in stepped Loki.
He was on you in a heartbeat, hands pinning your wrists above your head. “It was fun while it lasted, but I’m done playing. I caught you, pet. And oh, the things I’m going to do to you.”
He slipped away, rising to stand beside the bed. With a raised brow, he watched you, and finally said, “take off your clothes.”
You obeyed, and soon, you were bare before him. His lips curled smoothly into a smile, and he reached out, fingers brushing over the curve of your breasts, down the slope of your hip.
For the briefest moment, his eyes softened, and his words swam through your head. “You are regal, my queen.”
But in a split second, the tenderness was gone, and the playful glint in his eyes had returned. He pressed his palm to your breastbone, gently nudging you back, and you laid out for him, watching as he waved a hand over your wrists, after which the black silk of one of his ties appeared, successfully tying you to the headboard.
“What are you going to do to me?” You asked, not bothering to hide your smirk.
Loki hummed, taking a seat beside you. His hand splayed over your lower abdomen, thumb stroking the soft skin. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”
He leaned down to kiss you, and it was maddeningly slow. While he had you distracted, his hand wandered, dipping between your thighs to dance over the place you needed him most. “I’ll bet,” he began, “you’ve been dripping for me all day.”
He was right, of course. You’d been slick with desire since you’d begun this game, and it was something you could hardly ignore. “I…I have,” you quietly answered.
His fingers paused just before they came in contact with your center. “This is what you want, isn’t it? My fingers, playing with this sweet little quim of yours?”
“Yes.” A whisper, like a prayer
“Well that’s rather unfortunate, isn’t it?” He pulled his hand away, holding out his palm. A small object appeared in it.
“What’s that?”
A knowing glint shimmered in his pale eyes. “I believe it’s what you Midgardians would call a vibrator.” He switched it on, teasingly gliding it along your inner thigh, which sent shivers through you.
He pressed it against your gathering of delicate nerve endings, and you whined, hips shifting at the sensation. Loki watched, reveling in the way your body began to respond.
He turned the vibrations up a level, and you began to sink into that warm, buzzing feeling of pleasure that fizzed through you like bubbles through champagne.
The sounds you made were his favorite. Sweet mewls and whines, all for him. To make you feel such unabashed pleasure made his chest thrum with pride.
However, just as you were getting used to the vibrations, Loki suddenly pulled the toy away. He glanced at his wrist, and a watch that had not previously been there appeared. “My, look at the time. I nearly forgot, I have a sparring session with my brother.”
He stood from the bed, and you watched him with wide eyes. “Loki—” you attempted.
“Now, now, darling. I’m simply giving you a taste of your own medicine. What is that phrase I’ve heard you use before? ‘Don’t dish it if you can’t take it?’ Anyway, Thor awaits me in the training room. Wouldn’t want to be late.”
He stalked towards the door, and you tugged at your bonding. “You’re just going to leave me like this?” You called after him.
He paused in the doorway, turning to shoot you a chillingly playful gaze. “Oh, but that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
And with that, he was gone, closing the door behind him. You lay there, staring at the door in disbelief. Surely, he would return momentarily. He’d never just left you alone before, bound and unable to escape.
But minutes began to pass, bleeding into half an hour, and Loki still hadn’t returned. Your shoulders were beginning to ache, and you felt entirely ridiculous, spread out like this. Maybe you had bit off more than you could chew.
You knew that all you had to do was say the word, and Loki would put a stop to it all at your request. But part of you was curious, and wanted to hold out to see what would happen.
A full hour later, you heard footsteps outside the door, and you stilled, holding your breath. The door opened, and in sauntered your lover.
He stopped at the end of the bed, admiring you. “Have you grown impatient, pet?” He drawled.
Dare you admit it? Instead, a sharp, sarcastic quip slipped past your tongue. “Oh, I’ve been perfectly fine. I just love being tied up and unable to escape.”
“Is that so? Very well, then I’m sure you’ll be happy to stay like this for the rest of the day, then.” He whirled back around, but you knew if he walked out that door, you wouldn’t be able to handle another second of silence and immobility.
“Wait.”
He stopped, back still turned to you.
“I…I want you to stay. Please, don’t leave again.” There was a tenderness in your voice, a vulnerability that Loki recognized, and he turned, joining you as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.
For a moment, he broke the facade, and there was warmth and gentleness brimming in his eyes. “Are you quite alright, little love? Would you like to stop all of this?”
“I’m okay. I just need you here, with me.”
“You have me. I won’t leave again.”
Your nod was all that he needed to continue. And then, that familiar glint of naughtiness was back, a mirthful smile on his face.
“Now, you see what it’s like. Being teased, and left with no satisfaction. But I will tell you, your punishment is far from over. I’m just getting started, pet.”
Again, a familiar toy appeared in his hand, and he switched it on, pressing it to your slick pussy. The vibrations felt more intense this time, and you moaned lowly as they surged through you.
Loki gazed upon you in admiration. Truly, you were the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. He relished in the fact that he was the only one who got to see you like this. You had given yourself to him freely, trusting him to treat your body with respect and reverence. It was not something he took lightly.
And when you keened for him, whimpering his name like it was the sweetest word you’d ever uttered? Oh, he could melt right there on the spot, like a patch of ice in the warm sun.
But right here, right now, was not the time to give you what you wanted. He still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He waited until you grew feverish with pleasure, moaning so openly for him. And when it appeared that you were nearing the precipice of release, he pulled the toy away, effectively cutting off every wonderful sensation that had been ebbing through you.
Your eyes snapped open, mouth agape. “B-but I was so close,” you stammered.
Loki arched a brow. “I could see that. But if I allowed you to come now, what would be the fun in that? It’s all part of the game, darling.”
You slammed your legs together in frustration, trying to escape the desperate feeling of need that had buzzed to life. You really had been ready to tip over the edge, and to have it ripped away from you was jarring.
Loki waved the vibrator back into thin air, and suddenly, he was shifting, hands shoving your thighs apart. “I was growing bored with that toy. It’s nowhere near as fun as teasing you with my fingers. Or my tongue.”
Elegant fingers parted glistening flesh, and his eyes flickered down to admire your center. “Exquisite,” he breathed as his fingers trailed through the wetness.
“It’s all for you,” you sighed. A strangled cry left you when his touch focused on your sensitive clit.
Warmth spread through you, reaching your fingers and toes, electrifying you as if you’d just been struck by a bolt of lightning. Your hips undulated under his touch, and when he dipped his fingers into you, you sighed out in delight.
Loki couldn’t hide the smile that spread across his face, like ink across parchment. As he filled you to the brim with his fingers, his thumb came up to circle your nub of nerves, offering twice the pleasure.
And oh, it was glorious . You moaned brokenly, hands tugging at your binds as your body jerked and trembled. He watched you unspool like a thread unraveling, thighs shaking, chest heaving, head thrown back against the soft pillows.
Yes, this was all his. You were all his.
Warmth licked at your skin, invisible flames encasing you. Your mind cleared of every trouble, and all you could focus on was the silk cord of pleasure winding tightly in your belly.
Loki was fully enjoying the way you were tightening around his fingers, arousal dripping from you like nectar from the sweetest fruit. He longed to taste you, but that would come soon enough.
You nearly catapulted off the bed, eyes flying open to lock with his own. “Loki, I-I’m—” you tried, but all too soon, his hand was gone.
You took in a sharp gasp, jaw dropping. “No! I need it so badly! Please let me come!”
“Oh, but my dear, you haven’t earned it yet.”
Still breathing hard, you watched as he brought his hand to his mouth, lips wrapping around his fingers to taste you. His dark lashes fluttered, and he hummed, a sound as smooth as honey. “You taste divine, little mouse.”
Before you could register what was happening, the vibrator had returned, and suddenly, yet another silk tie was wrapped around your legs, effectively securing the toy in place, vibrating mercilessly against your swollen clit.
You knew you would tip over the edge if he didn’t turn it down. “Please,” you tried again, but he withdrew, rising to his feet. For a moment, you feared he would leave again, but he simply moved to rid himself of his clothing.
In your haze, you took in the sight of him, bare, exuding regality. A soft whimper escaped your throat, but your eyes soon fell shut as the stimulation between your thighs became too much.
“Loki,” you squeaked, and he knew you were right there.
“Hold it,” he commanded, rejoining you on the bed.
“I can’t!“ Came your wail.
He took your face in his hand. “You can, and you will .” There was a firmness in your tone, and you trusted him, pulling roughly at your bind as you fought hard to keep the rising tide at bay.
Loki watched, prepared to stop you when he knew it had become too much. When your mouth fell open in a silent scream, and your chest heaved with great breaths, the vibrations finally came to an end, and the euphoria that had begun to engulf you left like a shadow chased away by blinding light.
You fell limp against the mattress, warm, perspiring, and nearly incoherent. The burning ache in your center was nearly too much to bear.
Loki whisked away the binds on your legs, along with the vibrator. He knew that soon, you would reach your limit, and he had to tread carefully. While you both enjoyed it when he pushed you to that limit, it was never his goal to push you past that point. There was only so much you could take, and he would never forgive himself if he pushed you too far.
“Are you alright, little love?” A soft voice, a concerned gaze.
Despite yourself, you nodded. He wanted to hear you say it, so you replied with, “yes, sir.”
Satisfied with your answer, he shifted so that he was hovering over you. You were thrumming with sensitivity, and when you felt his fingers parting your delicate folds, you whimpered.
“It’s alright,” he soothed. Then, you felt him, hard and aching against you, and you jolted against your restraints at the incomparable feeling of him stretching you, filling you, molding you to his own body.
“Look at me,” came his command.
You locked eyes with him, and you saw raw, unbridled pleasure swirling through them. His gaze was so intense you felt as if it would consume you whole. Never had anyone looked at you that way, before him. It was as if he was picking apart your soul, baring every last part of your being, only to put you back together again.
With his gaze still holding yours, he languidly began to drag his hips against yours, and you felt every single inch of him within you. When you sighed for him, he smiled.
“Purr for me, my kitten,” he coaxed.
And you did. With each push and pull, drag and dip, you made the most musical, enchanting sounds. Your body responded to him in kind, trembling deeply beneath him. The kind of tremors that felt as if they would rattle your very bones.
He ducked forward, and his lips met yours, kissing you slowly, sensually, and it made your head spin. He was everywhere, permeating every sense, swallowing you whole. As he kissed you, he brought his hand down to the place where your bodies met, fingers pressing against that sensitive nub.
In your hazy mind, you briefly wondered if he was going to finally allow you to come. The pleasure had already begun to mount, growing more intense with each passing moment. He filled you perfectly, as if you were two matching puzzle pieces. With each roll of his hips, he brushed that sensitive spot deep within you, which sent stars flashing behind your eyes.
He could feel you tightening around him, and he let out a honeyed growl. “You’re close, aren’t you, my darling?” The words danced through your mind.
“Yes sir,” you peeped.
He was going to deny you one last time, because he knew, in the end, it would be worth it. And as your body threatened to tip over that precipice again, he pulled his hand away, and stopped his movements.
You let out a broken lament, slamming your head back against the pillows in frustration. “No! Please, I can’t take it anymore! I can’t!” You sobbed, growing rather hysterical.
Loki took your face in his hand, his eyes seeking out your own. “That’s enough,” he simply said, and there was an authority in his tone that made you fall silent. “I’ve got you, my pet. This is the last time. You’ve been so good for me, and I’m going to reward you. But I want you to wait until I give you permission, and not a minute sooner. Do you understand me?”
You hesitated, hardly able to find your voice.
“I said, do you understand me?” He needed to know you were lucid enough to answer.
“Yes,” you choked out.
“There’s my good little darling.”
Again, his mouth was against yours, and he rocked his hips forward, drawing a keening moan from your throat, shudders enveloping you.
It was then that he reached up, removing your binds and allowing you to free your arms, because he knew how much you would need physical contact. Sure enough, as soon as they were free, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding tightly to him.
You were so very sensitive, and it seemed that Loki had somehow seated himself even deeper within you. His pubic bone pressed against your clit with each movement, and it had you whining lowly, trembling like a leaf in his arms.
He knew that the slightest touch would set you off, and you would lose what control you had left. He also knew that if he pushed you past the point of no return, without giving you permission to let go, you would likely spiral into a bad headspace, feeling as if you’d let him down.
So he was careful with you, handling you gently, lovingly. But he was also nearly losing control himself. The way you tightened around him, the way your arousal seemed to grow more so with each press of his cock within you, the way you moaned and whimpered.
Warmth radiated between your bodies, a quickly spreading flame that would soon consume you both. Loki’s mouth was against your throat, his gravelly moans vibrating against your skin.
“Lo…Loki,” you squeaked. You couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I know, little love. Come for me.”
It was as if a switch had been flipped, and those words were all you needed to hear before you began free falling. Your orgasm crashed through you, and your mouth fell open in a silent wail. Waves of warm, electrifying pleasure ebbed through your entire being, as if you’d been dipped in the sun-warmed ocean.
And Loki watched, enraptured by the sight of you overcome by one of the most powerful orgasms you’d ever had. And when it was over, when you finally fell limp beneath him, too exhausted to even speak, he kissed you deeply, and chased his own release.
You wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding onto him, fingers digging into his skin. You were almost too sensitive to take it, but at the same time, you wanted, needed , him to keep going.
Soon, he was done for, and you watched your prince fall to pieces, the very essence of his being filing you to the brim. As he came down, he let his head fall to the crook of your neck, raven curls brushing against your skin as he fought to catch his breath.
“I love you, my darling,” came his admission against your heat-laden skin. “More than there are stars in the sky.”
He lifted his head, gazing down at you. You tried to reply, but your voice failed you. Instead, you reached up, touching his cheek gently. Loki hummed, smiling down at you with utmost adoration and reverence.
He could see how exhausted you were, and he knew he had some things to take care of before he let you rest. He broke the connection between you, and when you whined at the loss of contact, he silenced you with a kiss.
“Come now, little love. It’s time I clean you up.”
He took you to the bathroom, where he put you in the shower to rinse you off before he wrapped you in a soft towel. He stayed close, always allowing you to touch some part of him, because he knew how much you needed it.
He took you back to the bedroom where he grabbed a pot of lotion from your dresser and brought it over to place on the bedside table. He gently laid you out on the bed, and smoothed the substance into your skin, focusing much of his attention on your shoulders, which were certain to be sore after being suspended for so long.
He provided thorough and complete aftercare, allowing you to relish in the afterglow of what had just taken place as he soothed your body. He dressed you in soft pajamas, kissed your sore spots, and whispered sweet words of praise.
“You did so well for me,” he drawled. “I’m so proud of you, darling.”
“Mm, love you,” you managed.
“I know.” He kissed you with tenderness. “Now, I know for certain that you must be hungry after all of this. Come with me to the kitchen, allow me to make you something.” Loki was by no means a good cook, but he could at least put together a balanced snack to help replenish your energy levels.
“Can I have some chocolate milk?” You mumbled as he guided you to stand from the bed.
“Of course. But not before you’ve eaten. Come, let’s get some sustenance in you, little love. Then I shall pour you all the glasses of chocolate milk your heart desires.”