Over the course of the next week, I grew more and more frustrated. I was angry at myself, of course, for giving into Loki so easily. Angrier still for how good it felt, how instantly my body reacted to his commands with no magical interference, and how now every time I touched myself I imagined his hands. Mine paled in comparison. Not feeling right trying to go to Thor because of a mood his brother caused, I filled the nights with more random hook-ups once more. This time I did vet them before and cleared it with security. None of them gave me what I needed, even if they didn't know it. Most of them made me cum, but it was nowhere near as powerful as the orgasm I had in the library. They left satisfied, I made sure of it, but after they left I spend too long with my fingers or the vibrator I bought. On the Saturday I'd even found someone who was a self-proclaimed dominant. I thought that maybe that was it, that I needed someone as commanding. They didn't even make me cum. Maybe stepping into the compound made him loose his nerve. Most likely he was just egotistical, and no one had told him how shit he was. I saw him to the elevator and sighed when it closed. When I turned around I was met with familiar emerald eyes and an annoying smirk.
"I don't think your shields even lowered with that one, pet." He taunted. Ignoring him, I went to move passed him, but he just grabbed my arm and pulled me back against his body. He brought one of his hands lazily up my arm. How could even this small movement over my shirt make me feel weak? How could that one touch unnerve me in a way that no one else ever had. "Was that the fifth this week, or the sixth? I think I've lost count. You know if you wanted someone in particular all you have to do is ask." The thoughts that conjured wasn't unpleasant, but the idea of me asking for him to make me cum again was unsettling so I stepped away in silence.
His laughter filled the corridor, but he stood by his door and didn't attempt to grab me back.
"You already beg me with your thoughts, pet. And you've already begged out loud for me before. What difference does it make to do it again?" I froze at my door. He had a point but failed to realise that to me it made every difference to me. I hadn't notice him walk behind me until his body was pressed firmly against mine, trapping me between him and the door. Heat spread between my thighs and my eyes closed at the contact. I pushed against him subconsciously and his deep and seductive laugh in my ear was enough to make me moan ever so quietly. He brushed my hair off of my neck and his lips grazed the sensitive spot just below my ear. In that moment I forgot why I was fighting against this pleasure. I'd grown so frustrated without his touch and even more so tonight after this douchebag didn't even seemingly try to make me cum. More than that no matter who I was with it was him I imagined. I thought about how easily I came undone on his fingers, and how his words only added to the intense pleasure that I received from his actions. In my moment of weakness, I opened my door and dragged him into my room before slamming the door closed. His laughter was cut off as I pushed his back into the wood and pressed my lips roughly against his. He met my lips with equal hunger and passion, forcing his tongue into my mouth and wrapping around mine. I moaned at the sensation it brought and felt him smile against my mouth slightly.
His hands glided down my curves before resting on my hips and holding them there in a tight grip. We spend our time exploring each mouth's and I realised it had become a dance for control. He was winning. His lips were overpowering mine and moulding against along with the rest of my body. My tongue did what he wanted, my lips were readily accessible for him when he wanted to dart his tongue over then or bite at them gently. It was completely intoxicating the way he kissed me. It was like he was starved of the taste of me. He made me feel desired in that moment, as if I was the only person he wanted. It was a dangerously addictive feeling and one I hadn't even noticed my body had craved. My hands found themselves wrapped around his raven locks as my body sank against him. His hands on my hips supporting the majority of my weight as I completely gave myself to him. Eventually he moved his lips off of mine and made his way down my neck. His tongue licked softly at the spot where his previous mark had begun to fade. A groan left his lips as he kissed across my neck.
"Even when you were with them you were mine. You wore my mark." He forced my body to turn around, so my back was against his. One of his hands was brought up to my throat and I tilted my head back onto his shoulder to give him better access. "You thought only of me. I could hear it, how much you craved my hands and lips." He brought his right hand under my shirt and instantly found my nipple thanks to my braless state. He rolled it expertly between his thumb and index finger causing a moan to rip from my lips.
He chuckled seductively at the sounds I made as he continued to grope me, moving from one nipple to the next as he kissed and licked at my neck. It was overwhelmingly good, and I noticed my legs begin to waver at his assault. Every time they weakened the grip around my neck would tighten to hold me in place, which only worked to increase my pleasure. Soon his hand left my nipples and made it's way into the band of my jogging bottoms. Another groan left his lips when he found me with no underwear on and his fingers found my clit with ease.
"So wet for me already. I don't even need to touch your pussy and you are already gushing for me."
"Loki..." I moaned as his finger worked at my clit with expertise. I was building far quicker than usual now. My prolonged desire for him, combined with my utter frustration tonight meant that every touch was heightened. With my shields in pieces, he knew I was getting dangerously close and began to slow down. My hips moved frantically towards his finger to try to get the pressure back but the hand around my neck stopped me moving too much.
"Now, now. You know what you need to do, pet." There was no fight in me anymore. I needed this from him too much to care at all.
"Please make me cum sir." My words were met with a deep slow chuckle, and he pressed down on my clit harder and began to move in small fast circles. I came hard and fast, his name on my lips before he squeezed around my throat cutting off my breath at the right moment to increase the already overwhelming intensity.
I didn't notice when he turned me around and picked me up, nor when I wrapped my legs around his waist and melted into his hold. All I remembered was his lips meeting mine ferociously and my back hitting my soft mattress. As my legs were still wrapped around he took advantage of this vulnerability and pressed himself straight into my groin. I moaned instantly at the contact, feeling his hard cock through the fabric of both of our trousers. My overly sensitive clit amplified the feeling more than usual. I let my mind wander, thinking about what it will feel like when he finally pressed into me. Wondering how intense it will feel when he pushes his entire length into me. I questioned how long it would take me to cum around his cock and how good it would feel as I tightened around him in ecstasy. A loud groan escaped his lips as his bit down hard on my lip.
"Gods Kaya your mind will be the death of me." His voice was rough and lustful as he spoke through his panting. It was nice to know he was just as affected as me. He forced himself out from around my legs and away from my lips, before ripping off my trousers in an instant, leaving me exposed. Then I felt his mouth on my thigh licking and leaving soft bites up towards me. I tensed when he reached the very edge of my thigh, waiting for the inevitable waves of pleasure that would come. Only they didn't instead I felt him move over to the other thigh, laughing at my internal cursing.
My hands went to his hair, and I tried to pull him to where I needed him, but he stood unnervingly still. I felt his breath on my pussy, the wetness from my orgasm causing a cold sensation to spread over me which only added to my impatience. He brought his fingers up to just around my opening and held them there teasingly.
"Something you want pet?" I bucked my hips in the futile hope I could get some pleasure would begging him. When it was clear that would be happening I whispered,
"Please L- sir. Please I want to feel your tongue on me."
"Good girl." There was no hesitation. Two fingers entered me, pushing past the initial tightness and straight onto the sensitive spot within me he could find with complete easy. At the same time his tongue met my oversensitive clit. There were no more thoughts or worries. Just complete and utter bliss as he worked me closer and closer to orgasm with his mouth and fingers. I was moaning loudly now, not caring about who could have heard. His name was constantly on my lips as I approached another orgasm. Then I could feel his lips suck on my clit, and I knew I was almost there. I also knew this meant that he knew it as well. I didn't want him to stop not even for a second, so I began to plead with him. Begging obscenely for my release. As a result, he didn't stop instead pressing his fingers into me harder and faster until I came violently around them.
He worked me through my orgasm all the while uttering praise to me. He called me a good girl again, embarrassing words that my body reacted to with too much pride. He told me I tasted divine and even brought his fingers to my mouth for me to taste. I sucked them as hard as I could in my weakened stated and he groaned at the sight. When I came down from my high I noticed he was no longer leaning over me and had begun to smooth out his clothes. Then he ran his hands through his hair to tame the wildness I had caused.
"Wait... where are you going?" I was utterly confused about why he would stop now, without having obtained any pleasure himself.
"Oh, look how insatiable you are, is two orgasms not enough for you, pet? You certainly seem too sensitive to touch."
"I... I'm not talking about that, and you know it." His laughter filled the room as he continued towards the door. Ignoring how week my legs felt, I rose off of the bed and followed him, managing to grab his arm before he opened the door.
"Ah. So needy aren't you? Unfortunately for you it isn't enough just to ask for that, pet."
In shock and confusion, I stood there for a moment before tugging at his shirt to pull him towards the bed. He turned to face me but otherwise stood firm. He had to want this, his cock looked painfully stiff as it bulged in his trousers. I moved my hand down his chest before pressing my palm against his cock. He stiffened at the contact and his lips parted slightly before his mask fell back over his face. "To get what you want you'll have to beg for it. And I don't mean the way you beg in desperation when you are so close to release." Confused, I stepped away from him slightly.
"How is there any other type of begging?" He just laughed and moved my hand away from him. I felt his seiðr weaken my knees and I fell to the ground softly. Surprised I looked up at him and noticed how close his cock was to my face.
"If you want it that badly you'll get on your knees of your own accord and beg me. Never losing eye contact in embarrassment and with no anger in your tone. You'll have to fall to your knees before me and beg me to fuck you like the whore you are." His words hit me with both shock and pleasure. But it wasn't long before I broke through the surprise and rose to my feet before retreating away from him with a harsh laugh.
"Yeah, that will never happen." I snapped at him in frustration.
"Then you'll never be truly satisfied, pet." With that said he was gone, leaving me alone and just as frustrated as I was before I invited him in.