Summary:

Another day, another run in with Gretchen. Except this time, she's acting...weird. Things just can't be easy, can they?

TW: some more intense BDSM themes (flogging and pain play)

Notes:

Happy Friday and happy October!! It's spooooky season everyone!! That's all I have to say today! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!!

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Chapter Text

"Loki! Loki, fuck, please! Please let me cum!"

Loki was fucking you from behind, his hips slapping against your ass with every hard thrust. His hands were grasping your hips so tightly as he fucked you, bruises were already blossoming on your skin. His cock was pulsing, throbbing with need. Your cunt was clamping down around him and neither of you were going to last much longer.

It shouldn't have been a surprise that you two would have ended up like this. Loki had walked into the bedroom after taking Cooper out when he saw you bent over the side of the bed reaching for something. Instinct took over and Loki rushed over to you, pressed himself behind you, and held you against the side of the bed. He had slid downwards, ate you out, then stood up, released his cock, and began pounding into you.

It was impressive, really. He had not fucked you since the whole cock warming scene yesterday. Now that it was past noon the following day, indulging himself in your snug pussy was overdue.

"You beg so nicely, little girl. Such pretty moans for your Master," Loki groaned, tossing his head backwards. You arched your back and pressed your ass back into his thrusts. Loki growled and spanked his hand down on your ass. Your cries rang out through the room as he thrusted harder. "That's it, baby. Fuck yourself back on my cock."

"Harder! Please, Master, please...fuck me harder," you moaned, spreading your legs and pushing yourself further into the bed.

"Greedy little whore," Loki hissed. "You're such a slut for my cock, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master," you gasped, tossing yourself backwards.

"Mmm, but you're so good for me." Loki reached around and pressed his fingers against your clit. "Cum for me, pet. Cum all over my cock."

"Loki!" you shouted, your orgasm washing over you with only a few swivels of his fingers. You clenched around his cock as he came moments after you, his cum spilling deep inside of you. You trembled through your orgasm as Loki caressed your back, ass, and thighs with warm hands.

"Such a good girl," Loki whispered as he slid out of you. He watched his cum leak out of you and with two fingers, he promptly collected every drop that spilled out and shoved it back inside of you. He loved marking you with his cum, ensuring that every bit of his essence was clinging to you, inside of you. The sight of you being filled to the brim had his cock hardening again already.

"I needed that," you admitted, pulling yourself up so your back was straight. You stretched your arms out and turned to face Loki. He held your hips and pulled your body against his.

"Then why didn't you ask?" Loki hummed, drawing circles into your hips with his thumbs.

"Was me bending over the bed not clear enough?" you asked with a wink.

Loki blanched and raised his eyebrows. "You did that on purpose?"

"What? Did I fool the God of Mischief?" you giggled, stretching up onto your toes and pressing a kiss to Loki's cheek. "You're losing your touch, buddy."

Loki turned to watch you as you sauntered across the room. Now, his cock was rock hard, straining and in need of sinking inside of you again. "You temptress!"

"Your temptress," you practically purred, sending him a flirtatious grin. Your eyes fell to his cock and he watched your cheeks flush a few shades deeper. "Can't get enough of me, huh?"

"No, I can't," Loki agreed, stalking towards you. "I always want you, little girl."

"I would say prove it but..." You gestured to his cock and giggled again. Loki's nostrils flared and he pinned you against the wall, his hard body pressed against yours. His cock nudged against your stomach and you whimpered with need.

"I think someone needs to remember her place here," Loki whispered, his nose brushing along your cheek. "You sassy little thing."

"What are you going to do to me, Master? Are you going to -" The shrill sound of your phone ringing cut you off. You groaned and hit your head back against the wall. "Fuck! Not again!"

"Ignore it," Loki murmured. "Focus on me. Focus on your Master."

Loki could tell you were trying, but even he was distracted by the persistent ringing of your phone. When the noise finally cut off, he sighed in relief. But moments later, it began again. Loki growled and walked over to the bed, snatching your phone off of it. When he read the name, his eyes rolled.

"She's calling," he said plainly.

"Gretchen?" you asked, walking towards him from your spot on the wall. You looked at the phone and confirmed it was indeed Gretchen. You sighed and grimaced at the phone. "I don't want to answer it."

"You know what will happen if you don't," Loki grunted. "She'll just keep calling."

The phone disconnecting and then ringing only moments later confirmed Loki's statement.

When you didn't make any effort to reach for the phone, Loki rolled his eyes and answered the call.

"Gretchen," he said, not offering any sort of greeting. The line was quiet and Loki could only assume she was registering him answering.

"Prince Loki!" she squealed. "You're back from Asgard."

"I am," he lied plainly. "What do you want?"

"Oh...sorry if I'm interrupting..." Gretchen said nervously. Loki rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to her gather her thoughts. "It...it's so nice to hear your voice."

Loki watched jealousy flash in your eyes and he pulled you against his body, hand settling on the small of your back. "I'm glad you think so. Now I am a busy man so I will ask again - what do you want?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over, actually. I really enjoyed coming over yesterday and I thought it would only be nice to return the favor," Gretchen said. Loki wanted to say no. He wanted time alone with you to finish what was started. But then, he remembered the beautiful smile on your face yesterday and the glimmering in your eyes at having your friend back. Even Loki could admit that the conversation was pleasant yesterday. He looked down at you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"We'll be over later," Loki muttered.

"We?" Gretchen hesitantly asked. There was a pause and then a nervous laugh. "Oh, yeah. Silly me, you're with her! Duh, okay! I'll text her the address. Bye, my Prince!"

Loki hung up without saying goodbye. It felt odd that she had completely forgotten about you, though that could be attributed to the shock of talking to him. He tossed the phone away from him and sighed.

"Where are we going?" you asked, smoothing your hands over Loki's chest. He relaxed immediately under your touch, your small hands bringing comfort to his tense skin. Loki gave you a sympathetic look as he pulled you into his lap while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Gretchen's house, apparently," he muttered.

"Oh," you said, your face falling. After spending time with her yesterday, you really wanted to be alone with Loki. Some lingering jealousy and insecurity came to the surface. Why did Loki want to see Gretchen? You chewed your lip nervously and looked away from Loki's intense gaze.

"Is that not okay, sweet?" Loki asked, rubbing your back.

"No...it's okay. I just wanted some alone time," you said with a blush on your cheeks. Loki cupped your face in his hand and leaned it to kiss you. You melted into his kiss, his soft lips caressing yours. You tangled your fingers in his hair and held him close. His cock twitched against you and you moaned.

"We're alone now. We'll be alone later, too," Loki mumbled against your lips. "We'll entertain her for an hour then leave. I can't be without this delicious cunt for that long, after all."

You laughed and turned your face to the side as Loki began kissing your flushed cheek. Though his comment was teasing and vulgar, it honestly made you feel better. Not to mention the hard cock pressed to your body reassured you of his desire for you.

"I wonder how we can pass the time until then," you giggled. You slinked off of Loki's lap and walked across the room. You pressed your back against the wall and lifted your hands above your head, crossing them at the wrists. "Maybe we should pick up where we left off, Master."

"What a good little pet," Loki chuckled, getting up and walking over to you. "Keep your hands there. Be my good girl. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Master."

*

Loki knocked on Gretchen's front door. His other arm was wrapped around you and his eyes were focused on your body. You felt the need to be a bit flaunting today, so you elected to wear another low cut sweater with tight jeans. Loki's eyes had been glued to your figure ever since you put the outfit on, his mouth nearly watering at the sight.

"May I just say how fucking good you look?" Loki purred in your ear as you waited for Gretchen to answer the door. His hand slid down to cup your ass and he squeezed it generously. You bit back a moan as his fingers slid to brush over your clothed core. Even through the denim, you knew he could feel the heat of your aroused cunt.

"You've said it ten times since we left the apartment," you reminded him, looking up at him with a twinkle in your eye.

Loki was dressed in one of his handsome, sophisticated suits - black suit jacket and trousers, black tie, and an emerald green shirt with a floral pattern etched so finely into it that you had to squint to see it. His body looked tempting in it and you weren't sure how long you would be able to keep your hands off of him.

Loki chuckled and pressed two fingers to your clit. You gasped and jumped forward, but Loki hooked his fingers through the back loop of your jeans and held you back. Loki bent his head down and brushed his lips along your ear.

"Ten times is not enough. You're gorgeous, kitten," Loki whispered. "I could fuck you right now against this door. You're so beautiful. I'm so in love with you."

"Loki..." you gasped.

"If she takes any longer, I'm going to -" Suddenly, the door swung open. Your eyes widened when you saw Gretchen's appearance. She was completely done up. Her hair was styled, her face was painted, and her smile was glowing with her pearly white teeth. A tight emerald green dress clung to her body that showed off all of the rich curves she had. Her smile faded when she saw Loki's lips at your ear but she quickly recovered. Loki looked at her and gave her a sheepish grin. "Hello, Gretchen."

"Hey," she said with a giggle. "Come on in."

Gretchen stepped aside, still holding the door open. You both walked in and you gave her a smile.

"Hey, Gretch," you said with a small wave.

"It's so good to see you," Gretchen said, placing a hand on Loki's arm as she smiled between you. "Welcome to my humble little home."

"It's lovely," Loki said, sliding away ever so slightly to move her arm off of him. You preened when he wrapped his arm around you and held you close to him.

Gretchen didn't like that, though. Her nostrils flared and she did her best to maintain a calm look on her face.

"Let me show you around," Gretchen said, sweeping into the living room. She chatted to, well, Loki as she showed you both around. Not only were you filled with bubbling jealousy because of her outfit, but envy filled you as well. Her apartment was gorgeous and was dripping in riches. It reminded you of the lack of art you were supposed to be making. You shifted uncomfortably as Gretchen showed off her extensive collection of fine china. You should be helping out at home more. Loki bought the entire apartment and you promised you would be contributing. All you were offering to the bargain was sex. Loki must have noticed your shuffling because he squeezed your hip with his hand.

"I love you," he said softly in your ear, low enough for Gretchen not to hear when she turned away to bring out something else to show you. "Whatever is on your mind, calm it."

"I'll tell you later," you whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He nodded and turned back to Gretchen, who was holding a cashmere scarf in her hands. Her lips were pressed into a tight line.

"Everything okay?" she asked, hard eyes looking at you. You flinched under her gaze. Something about her felt...wrong. Off. This wasn't the bubbly girl that was at your apartment yesterday. There was hostility in her tone.

"Just fine." you smiled. "What's this?"

"A scarf from Paris. My father bought it for me a few years ago. It's delicate but..." Gretchen purred, wrapping it around her fists and pulling it. She looked at Loki and winked. "Very strong."

"I see," he said curtly. Gretchen wavered a bit and placed the scarf away. She then led you to the pristine kitchen, the guest room, the bathroom, and finally, her bedroom.

"This is where all the magic happens," she said, pushing the door open.

You froze.

Along her wall was an altar, one decorated in gold and green and black. It was no doubt who it was meant for. You didn't even have something so extravagant at home - fuck, you didn't have anything. Bowls of offerings and flickering candles were scattered across the altar top. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from spewing anything you would regret as you looked up at Loki.

He looked...honored.

"Wow," he whispered, stepping into the room. His hand fell away from your hip for the first time since entering Gretchen's home. He walked over to the altar and examined it.

"It's for you," she said with pride in her voice. Loki's eyes scanned over the altar. He let his hand hover above it as he walked back and forth, his eyes shutting and his head beginning to nod.

"This is possibly one of the largest Midgardian altars I have ever seen for me," Loki murmured. You squirmed in place at the door uncomfortably. Gretchen looked at you and grinned.

"Only the best for you, my Prince," Gretchen said, turning back to Loki. "It is my honor to worship you."

"Well, you have done a fine job at that," Loki noted, turning back to face you both. Your eyes were downcast and you felt so small compared to them. It was like you were the odd one out - no altar, no offerings, nothing in your home to show Loki was worshipped aside from a flag that he had put there. Loki watched you carefully and could practically feel the hurt radiating off of you. Clearing his throat, he gestured to the doorway. "Shall we go sit for a bit?"

"Do you not want to examine the altar further? Is it not good enough?" Gretchen asked, stumbling over to Loki. "I...I will admit, it was smaller. Then I met you and I had to make it grander for you, knowing how amazing you were in person."

Loki's face hardened a bit. "It is just fine. Are you telling me you made all of these changes in one day?"

"Yes, Sire," Gretchen said, bowing her head. "I wanted to impress you. I wanted to prove that I was your greatest follower."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. You could feel yourself growing cold and spiteful, and you wanted to storm out of her house in fury. This was not right. She knew you two were together and yet she was flaunting her worship in front of him.

Though, Loki was keen as always.

"Impress me you have, Gretchen. But a grand altar does not mean your worship is greater than others," Loki said tentatively. He looked up at you as he spoke, his face full of warmth and compassion. "Not everyone can afford an altar. Not everyone can afford offerings. But what we can afford is prayer, devotion, faith. As long as you have those things, it matters not what you have in your home. Large altars are impressive and do bring honor but do not believe yourself to be a greater worshipper than everyone else because you have one."

"But it is nice right?" Gretchen asked, daring to look up at Loki. He grimaced and nodded.

"It is nice."

"Great!" Gretchen cheered, clapping her hands together and turning towards you. "Drinks then, shall we?"

"Sure," you mumbled.

Gretchen winked at you as she walked out of the doorway. You waited there as Loki approached you. He stepped directly in front of you and tilted your face up towards his. He brushed some stray hairs away from your face.

"I love you. You know that, right?" Loki asked softly.

"Yeah," you whispered. Your arms uncrossed and you moved your hands to Loki's chest. "It's a nice altar."

"You don't need one," he answered quickly before you could speak any further. "I came to you even without an altar, didn't I?"

Well, he had a point.

"I guess." You shrugged. You looked at Loki's lips and swallowed. "I think a kiss might make me feel better."

"Then who am I to object such a request?" Loki chuckled before dipping down and pressing his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth. The kiss was much more heated than you thought it would be. Loki pushed you back against the open door and gripped your hips with force. He bit your lip and sucked on it before diving back in and licking into your mouth. Your knees felt weak and you were almost positive this was going to escalate further. Until Gretchen came in, of course.

"Wow," she said, standing in the doorway again. Loki pulled away from you but you continued to hold onto one another. Gretchen had a smile plastered onto her face but you could see the licks of rage in her eyes. She giggled almost maliciously. "You two just don't stop, huh?"

"I can't get enough of her, I suppose," Loki laughed, running his hands along your hips. "Er, drinks, was it?"

"Yes," Gretchen said coolly. Loki took your hand and led you out of the room. Gretchen stood in the doorway and when you walked past her, her cold eyes followed you. They ran along your body and she smirked, shaking her head. Then, she focused on your pendant and her nostrils flared. You whipped back around but Loki was facing forward, completely unaware of what had happened. He walked you into the living room and sat down on one of the pristine white couches. You sat next to him and Gretchen sat beside him. Her eyes were still on you and you shifted slightly away from Loki to calm her down. Loki scrunched his brows together and pulled you in closer. You sighed and Gretchen turned away, popping open the bottle of red wine on the table. "So, how do you like the place?"

"It's nice," you commented, actually truthful. Her apartment was lovely and while the decorating wasn't to your taste, she still did an excellent job at tying everything up and designing it how she liked.

"Loki?" she asked, pouring him a glass of wine.

"Thank you," he said. "I agree with my beloved. It's very nice."

"Thank you," she giggled, looking at him as she poured your wine. She put the cork back in the bottle and set it aside. She pointed her glass at you and scrunched her nose playfully. "No spilling, honey. These couches are new."

"I'll do my best," you chuckled.

"Oh, Loki. You should have seen her in college. Such a klutz," Gretchen laughed, placing her hand on Loki's arm. You eyed her hand and suddenly wished Cooper was here to gnaw it off. You took a deep breath and a sip of wine as Gretchen leaned in closer to Loki. "Always stumbling around. Never could catch her footing."

"Well, we can't all have your grace, Gretchen," you noted in a sickly sweet tone.

"That's true," she laughed. She crossed one long leg over the other and shifted closer to Loki so her foot was brushing the leg of his pants. He sat there stiffly, eyes cold as he looked at her. Gretchen looked past Loki at you and pursed her lips. "What was the name of that guy you spilled a beer all over our last semester?"

"Damion," you answered bitterly.

"Damion! That's right!" Gretchen looked back at Loki and giggled. "She liked him so much and I think he was finally coming around to hooking up with her when she dumped an entire bottle of Bud on him!"

"Wasn't my proudest moment," you sighed.

"Worry not, darling," Loki said, placing his hand on your knee and squeezing it. He smiled at you and wiggled his eyebrows. "Many times I have spilled mead on my brother, both accidentally and on purpose. It seems you and I have a knack for these things."

You blushed and in your head, you thanked him through a quick prayer, knowing he would hear it. Loki rubbed his thumb over your knee when Gretchen pulled his arm again.

"It happens to the best of us, I guess. But hey, remember that time you tripped walking up on stage to get your award our third year? That was so funny!" Gretchen laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. "I remember everyone chuckling under their breath. And then the rest of the night you had dirt from the stage smeared on your dress."

"Yeah," you sighed.

"I told you she's a klutz," Gretchen said with a wink at Loki.

He turned back to you. "You got an award?"

"Yeah, I got one in college for an art show." You waved your hand dismissively. "It was no big deal."

"Darling, that's a very big deal!" Loki turned completely away from Gretchen and lifted your hand to his lips. "My little artist, I am so proud of you. Will you show it to me when we get home?"

"If I still have it," you giggled, your flush now covering your entire face and neck.

"Brilliant," Loki whispered before kissing the back of your hand.

"It was nice, I have to admit," Gretchen sighed. "Speaking of which, how is your art going? You said you started again."

"Oh, I...I've started a bit. I haven't really worked on any new pieces," you sheepishly admitted, your guilt from earlier slowly creeping back.

"My darling worked on an excellent piece of me a few weeks back. It is honestly some of the most stunning art I've seen," Loki explained.

"That's because you were the subject." Gretchen scooted in closer and looked up at Loki with fond, sparkling eyes. "Could I see it?"

Loki smiled sweetly. "No."

"What?" Gretchen blanched, sitting back a bit.

"It is a private portrait and I do not want you to see it." Loki's smile was still kind but you could hear the venom in his voice. You squeezed his hand and he relaxed a bit.

"That's fine," Gretchen whispered. She blinked a few times then looked back at you, her gaze softer and a bit more her. "Could I see some of your other art next time I'm over? I might even buy one to help decorate. This wall is so bland."

You were a bit shocked at the care in her voice. That was the Gretchen you knew, the Gretchen you loved. Not this version of her that was passive aggressive and overly flirtatious to the point of brimming on inappropriate. You smiled and reached around Loki to grab her hand.

"Of course. I'd be happy to show you," you said, smiling genuinely for the first time since entering her apartment. "I'd even make a custom piece for you."

"Really?" Gretchen asked. "Maybe one of my parents?"

"I'd love to," you said with a nod. Gretchen leaned over Loki and gave you a quick hug. He watched the two of you with a fond smile on his face. This was what he liked to see and he was pleased you finally got on the topic of something that brought tranquility to the room. When you pulled back, Loki wrapped his arm around you and settled deeper into the couch. He took a swig of wine before waving his glass away.

"That's so cool," Gretchen gasped.

"That's what I said," you agreed.

"You mortals, so easily impressed," Loki scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

"We're simple beings," Gretchen noted thoughtfully. Her smile grew and something on her face subtly shifted. "Hey, speaking of simple beings, guess who I saw about a month ago."

"Who?" you asked.

"Wade," Gretchen practically purred. You froze, your body stiffening almost immediately upon hearing his name. A hundred embarrassing memories came flooding back to you so quickly that you nearly drank your entire glass of wine in one toss. Loki watched you with hesitation and concern before looking at Gretchen.

"Who?"

"Wade," Gretchen said with a wave of her hand. "Oh, have you never heard of him?"

"I'm afraid I haven't," Loki muttered. He looked back at you. "Sweetheart, who is Wade?"

"He's someone we went to college with," you explained hastily. You placed your wine glass down on the table because you knew with the trembling of your hands, it would soon fall and break on the floor. Loki took your hand in his to calm your shaking until Gretchen began laughing.

"He's not just someone we went to college with, silly," Gretchen giggled. "He was her first love."

"I did not love him." No, you didn't. Because you knew now what love was. It was what you had with Loki. This was a feeling that could not be replicated at any other point in your life. Loki's body grew rigid and his hand was stone-like around yours.

"Maybe not." Gretchen shrugged. "But you sure were infatuated with him. Oh, Loki, you should have seen her. She went wild trying to get his attention."

"I see," Loki murmured, his voice distant. This wasn't good. You knew how jealous Loki could get - how jealous he would get over this. You squeezed his hand but for the first time that afternoon, he did not return the sentiment.

"Yeah, it was pretty interesting. She'd always be flirting with him and trying to hook up with him at parties or really, anywhere he was. I remember one day we were in his dorm and she purposefully wore no bra so he would look at her tits!" Gretchen laughed, clapping her hands together. Loki was quietly seething, his nostrils flared in jealousy. "She did end up making out with him one time though. She always swore he was going to be her first. Goodness, she talked about how much she wanted it enough."

"Okay, we get it!" you said. "Is there a point to this story?"

"Oh, right, yeah I saw him last month. We were talking about you because he knew how close we were in college and he said he actually regretted not sleeping with you back in the day," Gretchen explained.

"Where does he live?" Loki asked suddenly, his cold face staring directly at Gretchen. "Is he near here?"

"No, he's not. He lives about seven hours away. I was around his area on a well deserved vacation," Gretchen sighed. "We should invite him out here though!"

"No, we should not," Loki snapped.

Gretchen flinched and swallowed nervously. "H-He's married now t-though. His husband is a great guy. I met him too."

"I'm sure he is," Loki said plainly. His eyes were now focused on you in a scrutinizing gaze and his lips were pressed together firmly. "Darling, why did you never tell me about him?"

"He was just some guy from the past. No big deal," you mumbled, staring down at your jeans.

"He wasn't no big deal at the time," Gretchen snickered. "But I just wanted to share that. He looks great."

"As much as I would love to continue to sit here and talk about old flames of ours, it seems we must be going," Loki said, standing suddenly.

"Why are you leaving so soon?" Gretchen asked, standing up and wrapping her hands around Loki's arm. You stood quietly, keeping your eyes cast down. Loki pulled his arm swiftly from Gretchen's grip and placed it around you, his fingers digging into your hip.

"We have plans." Loki pulled you to the front door and Gretchen quickly followed, stumbling in your path. Loki reached for the door and pulled it open. "Goodbye, Gretchen."

"Bye, Gretch," you said softly before Loki pulled you out the door. He closed it behind you with a slam and you knew you would be in for a rough night.

You and Loki were quiet the entire walk home. His hand was settled possessively on the small of your back as you walked down the street. Your head was held up high, showing off the pendant hanging around your neck. You both were stewing in your jealousy - him from the mention of Wade and you from, well, everything that Gretchen had done. You could even smell her perfume on him. By the time you got home, you shut the door behind you and began stripping Loki of his suit jacket.

"You need a shower," you mumbled, taking his jacket off and tossing it on the ground.

"Why?" he asked as you slipped his tie off.

"You smell like her," you nearly growled. With a wave of his hand, Loki forced both his clothes and yours to disappear. You grabbed his hand and tugged him into the bathroom. Loki stood behind you quietly as you turned the shower on and waited for it to get warm. Once it was warm enough, you tugged him inside and began furiously washing him with your body soap. You wanted him to smell like you, not her.

Loki captured your wrists and held your soapy hands away from his chest. "Pet."

"I need to start making art again," you said, staring at Loki's sudsy chest. You watched the water wash the bubbles off of his body and expose his clean skin. "I need to help contribute to the apartment."

"You don't need to do anything," Loki said softly. He brought your hands up to his lips and kissed your fingers. You sighed and pulled away from him, beginning to wash your own body.

"I do," you said sadly. "I...I...I need to start my art up and get an altar and some nicer clothes and I need -"

"Stop!" Loki shouted, causing you to flinch. He sighed and pulled you in for a hug. You buried your head in his chest and began crying. Loki rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head.

"She wants you, Loki. She wants you so badly, I can tell," you cried, hugging him tighter. "I don't want to give you up."

"You don't have to, pet. I'm yours forever," Loki said, his cheek resting against the top of your head.

"And I'm yours, Loki. I'm always yours," you said with a shaky voice. You looked up at him and his face was hard, a bit cold and shut off. "Please stop thinking about Wade."

"How can I? Hearing about how much you wanted him..." Loki trailed off, shaking his head.

"It's in the past," you whispered.

"I know it is but fuck, I hate hearing it. I hate knowing you wanted someone else to be your first that badly," Loki hissed, his eyes brimming with tears. "I know I shouldn't be jealous. He's married but...but so was Michael and yet he still wanted you. What if Wade comes around? What then? Am I going to have to fight for your heart? Because unlike Michael, you actually liked this man at one point. I can't stand the thought of it. Merely the idea of you wanting anyone else but me is...abhorrent."

"We're in the same boat," you sighed. "Every time Gretchen looks at you, I know she wants what we have. And the way she was acting today was so different than normal."

"You noticed that too?" Loki asked.

You nodded, your wet hair sagging around your face. "Yeah. I guess...I guess it's because you were in her home. She wanted to impress you so she went a bit overboard. Fangirling type shit, you know?"

"It has happened before," Loki acknowledged with an eye roll. "I visit a worshipper and they just...fawn over me. You were different that way."

"Is that a bad thing?" you asked nervously.

"Not at all. It was refreshing," Loki chuckled, brushing his knuckles along your wet cheekbones. "We're both jealous fools."

"We are," you agreed. You paused and looked away from Loki, the gears turning in your head. You felt bad feeling so much insecurity and jealousy. You wanted Loki to rid you of it. He tried with the threesome and it had worked, but the aftermath of that scene was only temporary. You needed something more permanent, something tangible to bring yourself to awareness. And with his issues with jealousy, you knew he needed something that would let him release this energy instead of holding it in. That always resulted in something rough and carnal, and you craved to see that side of lustful dominance in him. Carefully, you looked up at Loki through your wet eyelashes.

"What are you thinking of, kitten?" Loki asked.

"I hate feeling like this. Jealous, resentful, angry...I think I know a way for us to fix this," you started speaking, your throat tight with emotion.

"What is it?" Loki asked, cupping your cheeks with his large hands. You took a deep breath and pulled out of his touch. You sank to the floor of the tub and bowed your head submissively.

"Master..." you whispered. "I need you to remind me who I belong to."

"Pet..."

"Please," you said, looking back up at him. "I need to know you're mine and you need to know I'm yours. Give me something that lasts. Make me remember you when I sit down, walk, move. Make you remember me when you look at my skin."

"Darling, do you know what you're asking?" Loki asked. His cock was hard in front of you and you shuffled forward. You kissed along his cock, your eyes never leaving his. He moaned and placed a hand on the back of your head. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and sucked gently. When you pulled away, your chest was heaving with want.

"I want you to spank me," you begged. "Make it hurt. Make me feel it. Make it worse than the punishment you gave me."

"Gods," Loki groaned as you returned to sucking his cock. Your hands were folded behind your back in a sign of complete submission as you swallowed him down. You bobbed your head up and down on his cock, moaning around his shaft. Loki was staring at you, a heat and intensity in his eyes that showed his desire to dominate you was growing. You pulled off of him and ran your tongue along the underside of his cock.

"Please, Master," you cooed, kissing the tip of him. "I want to wear your marks with pride. I want to feel you even after you're done fucking me." You pressed your forehead to Loki's taut stomach. "I want you to want me."

"I will always want you," Loki assured you, placing a hand on top of your head. "But if we're being honest with our desires, I want you to trust me. I want you to trust me, to put your faith in me that I will put you first and keep your best interests in mind. I will push you, I will be rough, but I will take care of you above all else."

"I trust you, Loki," you said, tilting your head back to look at him. "You could never hurt me."

"Sweet, I am literally about to hurt you. Are you sure you want this?" Loki asked, stroking his finger under your eye. You nodded eagerly and smiled up at him.

"Yes, I want this so badly. I need you, Loki. I trust you. I trust you with my life," you answered honestly.

Loki's chest swelled and you could see the shift in his face from your caring lover to your attentive dominant from the position of his eyebrows, the flare of his nostrils, and the set of his sharp jaw. "Very well then."

Loki hoisted you up and pulled you from the shower. He waved his hand and you both were dried off completely, as if you never stepped into the shower in the first place. Loki turned you so you were facing the mirror with him behind you. He lifted his hand to your throat and you straightened your neck knowingly. His cock twitched against you as his magic swelled and transformed your necklace from pendant to collar. You sighed happily as the comfortable tightness squeezed your throat.

"Always so beautiful like this," Loki purred, dragging his lips along your neck. "My good girl. Mine."

"Yours," you agreed breathlessly. Loki opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. "Green is for good. Yellow is for slow down. Red is for stop. I'm green."

"Cheeky thing," Loki laughed, pinching your ass. You squealed and pulled away from him but his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back in. You laughed and kicked your legs as he carried you into the bedroom with only one arm. He plopped you down onto the floor and spun you so you were facing him. "You're perfect for me."

"It's like we were meant to be," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'm so happy I found you."

"You're not going to be happy in a few minutes once this gorgeous ass of yours is all black and blue," Loki teased, squeezing one of your cheeks in his hand. He pulled you against him and you hummed happily.

"Yes I will be," you whispered, pulling his head down closer to yours. "Because it's you doing this to me. This is a mutual desire, one I've wanted for so long. It's therapeutic for you as my dominant and me as your submissive. Even when it'll hurt to sit, I will want this."

"Such a good girl," Loki moaned before slotting his lips against yours. You grabbed his hair and held him against you. His hard cock pressed to your stomach and you rubbed yourself against him, attempting to stimulate him. Loki hissed your name before pulling back and looking in the eyes. "This is going to be rough."

"I know," you said confidently.

"Good," Loki murmured. He stepped away from you and walked you over to the bed. He adjusted you so you were at the bottom of the bed. Loki pushed on your shoulders and you bent over so your stomach and chest were pressed to the bed but your feet were still planted on the ground, mimicking your pose from earlier. Your ass was upwards and you shivered as Loki ran his hand over you. "I'm going to tie you up, pet."

"Thank you, Master," you whispered. Loki snapped his fingers and your arms shot out above you. Ties that stretched from the top of the bed to your wrists bound you. The soft material wrapped around your wrists but did not give you much room to move your arms. Loki then materialized a blindfold in his hands.

"I would like you to wear this," Loki murmured, holding the black silk cloth in front of your face. "It will make you feel everything more."

"I remember from the massage," you said, nodding. "If it would please you, Master, then I will wear it."

"Good girl," Loki said before tying the cloth around the back of your head. Your sight was cut off from you, placing you in a bubble that was just you and the sensations Loki was going to deliver to you. You could hear him moving and when his fingers brushed along your spine, you jumped. Loki chuckled and continued running his fingers along your skin. "So sensitive. So perfect."

"Master, please," you moaned.

"Already begging?" Loki snickered. His hand ran down over your ass and cupped your cunt. You groaned as he danced his fingers along your center. "No wonder...you're already wet. Is this just from the idea of me spanking you?"

"Yes, Master," you admitted with flushed cheeks.

"Hm. Well, perhaps we should start then." With that, Loki's hand flew down and smacked your ass. You gasped and jolted forward, your eyes wide behind the blindfold. The sting of his hand blossomed over your ass and crept along your skin. Loki grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. "You will thank me for every hit I lay upon your body, do you understand, pet?"

"Yes, Master," you whimpered. "Thank you, Loki."

"That's better," Loki growled, tossing your head back down. "Learn your place." His roughness excited you and you felt yourself growing even wetter than before. This was the carnal dominance you needed to feel exerted on you and this was the dark control Loki needed to release. Your desire to submit to him sated the hunger you both had.

It made you realize how perfectly you two slotted together.

You had little time for sentiment, however, because Loki's hand was raining down on you. Every hit was brutal, followed by your whimpering thanks. This was much harder than the punishment he inflicted on you. Heat was covering your ass and upper thighs, and arousal flowed from your pussy. Each hit was accented by the sharp smack and whack of his palm hitting your flesh.

"Loki! Fuck, thank you, Master," you cried out after the tenth hit. Your chest was heaving as you tugged on your restraints. Loki grunted and smacked you again. You could hear his heavy breathing and you spread your legs wider. There was a deep growl and then, his hand landed on your cunt. You screamed and pulled at the restraints, tears brewing in your eyes. "T-Thank you, Loki."

"And I'm the one with the pain kink, huh?" Loki laughed maliciously. Just then, he sunk his fingers inside of you and began pumping them ruthlessly. You flailed around as he pumped and curled them within you. Your thighs trembled as you worked yourself back on his hand. "That's it, little slut. Ride my hand. Show me how much you want me."

"More, more, more," you begged. You looked around blindly. "Loki, please kiss me."

He tugged your hair again and pulled your head back. He continued to finger you as he brushed his lips along yours, barely touching. He chuckled and shook his head. "No. Not yet."

Loki tossed you back down and slid his fingers from you. He began whacking your ass again, pain flourishing along your backside. You trembled and began crying, your arousal so heightened that you were positive you could cum just from him spanking you. He reached the twentieth strike and stepped away.

"L-Loki?" you asked. "Did I do something wrong?'

"Not at all, kitten. I'm just admiring you. You're so fucking gorgeous," Loki purred. There was a slick sound and you turned your ear towards it. You listened closely only to realize Loki was touching himself to the sight of your bruised ass. You pushed your backside towards him and whined. Loki smacked you again and you yelped.

"Thank you, Loki," you gasped.

"Wanton whore," Loki snickered. He paused and then came to your side. He lifted your chin with two fingers - hot from hitting you - and hummed. "I have an idea."

Loki untied you and grabbed you by the waist. He hoisted you up and stood you at the center of the room. He snapped his fingers and your arms were pulled taut above you while your legs were forced apart. You tried tugging on the bonds but your arms were stationary. You rose magically onto your toes and stayed there. He had suspended you.

"So beautiful," Loki groaned from in front of you. He cupped your face with his warm hands and began kissing you. You moaned into his mouth and did your best to press yourself against him. Loki's cock nudged against your stomach.

"Master," you moaned into his mouth. Loki pulled away and brushed some of the stray tears away from your face.

"Do you trust me?" His question was asked in a controlled voice, but you could hear the vulnerability in his tone. You nodded quickly and smiled.

"Always."

"Let us continue then," Loki whispered, pecking your lips once more. He left your body and you waited, hanging in your suspension, for him to return. You almost thought he had left you there until you felt something run along your spine. It was small and felt like a dry tongue. The mysterious object left you and with a thwick, it landed on your ass. You jumped forward and screeched.

A riding crop. Loki had conjured up a riding crop.

"Where are your manners, pet?" Loki asked, whacking you once more on your back.

"Thank you, Loki! I'm sorry, Master," you whimpered. You could hear Loki circle your body, the tip of the riding crop scraping along your body. Because of the blindfold, you had no idea when he would hit you - where he would hit you. You were breathing heavily as the crop brushed over your stomach.

"Brace," Loki said sternly. You tilted your head but gasped when the tongue of the riding crop hit your stomach.

"Loki! Oh, thank you," you moaned.

"Did it feel good, pet? Getting hit somewhere other than your pretty little ass?" Loki asked, dragging the crop down to the front of your thighs. He ran the crop along your swollen pussy and you shivered with pleasure. You nodded eagerly and bit your lip, trying to hold in the litany of moans and curses that wanted to escape you. Loki chuckled and brought the crop down onto your left thigh. Your leg spasmed in pain but it shot arousal straight through your core.

"Thank you, Master," you said through your shaky breath.

"Color?"

"As green as it fucking gets."

The crop hit your other thigh and you shrieked. Loki tutted and circled you again. "Watch that mouth, pet."

"Why don't you put it to better use then?" you said cheekily. The crop landed down on the back of your shoulders. "Fuck! I'm sorry! Thank you!"

Loki's hand grabbed your cheeks and he turned your face towards him. "Know. Your. Place."

"Yes, Master," you whispered.

"Filthy slut. I'm not going to go easy on you anymore," Loki mumbled.

"That was easy?" you said in disbelief. Loki's sadistic chuckle confirmed that he was being serious. You whimpered and trembled in his touch. "I trust you, Master. I need this."

"I know, pet. I'm going to take care of you now." Loki kissed you longingly before pulling away.

And then, your body knew pain.

The crop landed all over your body. He took special attention to littering the tongue of the crop along your breasts. You knew you would be a spattering of marks and bruises after this was over but you needed it. You needed to feel it and it felt so good receiving it. You were dripping wet as he hit the crop along your thighs, inflicting short bursts of intense pain on your skin. You had no idea how many times Loki had hit you with the crop. Your mind was a mess of gratitude and love and arousal.

You heard Loki step in front of you and he took a deep breath. The crop left your skin and hit your clit with so much force that you genuinely screamed. The crop fell to the ground and Loki grabbed your face. He kissed you, swallowing your cries with his lips. You tried to get yourself closer to him, tried to let him feel the heat of your body. You thanked him with every kiss, tears pouring down your face from behind the blindfold. When your cries had died down, Loki gripped your hips.

"Color?" he asked.

"Green," you croaked. "I'm green."

"Good girl," Loki whispered, his voice dark and gruff. He pulled away and you whined, craving his skin on yours once again. He walked behind you and when he touched you next, you were expecting the crop again.

It wasn't.

Dozens of leather straps brushed along your skin like a tail. You shivered and furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what this mystery object could be. Loki rolled the straps along your back before winding back and smacking them against you.

You barely even felt the straps hitting you. All you felt was intense, hot, perfect pain.

"Thank you! M-Master, what is that?" you gasped, tears already falling down your cheeks again.

"It's a flogger," he purred, his cool chest pressed to your back. It felt amazing having him on your heated skin. He ran the leather straps of the flogger along your stomach teasingly. "I'm going to use it on you. It will hurt - though, I'm sure you know that now. You're going to take it like a good girl, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes, Master," you agreed.

"Is this what you wanted, pet? Is this the pain you wanted to feel?" Loki accentuated his question with a smack of the flogger to your stomach. You flinched and cried out, but nodded anyway.

"Yes. I need it. I need more," you begged. Loki's body left yours as he began whacking the flogger along your ass, back and thighs. It hurt so badly, but it was everything you needed. He was ruthless, the pain was more than you could imagine. Between the spanking of his hard hand, the flicks of the riding crop, and now the hits from the flogger, your body was sore and covered in the feeling of what it meant to be dominated by your lover.

After many long, hard hits, Loki growled and walked around in front of you. He grabbed the blindfold and tore it off of you. You blinked against the light and he moaned when he saw your disheveled appearance. His face was hard, darkened by lust. His pupils were blown and from the dangerous flush of his cock, you knew he was past the brink of no return. The dominant beast had taken over and was thriving from the pain being brought down on you.

"Master?" you asked, searching his face with your eyes.

His smile was devious as he grabbed your face with one hand. His grip on you was so tight you could feel pain in your jaw. "You will look at me when I hit you with this flogger. You will remember who did this to you - me, your Master. I own you, little girl."

You nodded as Loki brought the flogger down on your breasts. The sensation was different now that you could see, but watching Loki's face light up with sadistic pleasure made it even more arousing. Your juices were dripping down your inner thighs as he hit along your body.

"Thank you, Master!" you shouted. Your legs felt like jelly and your arms trembled violently. Your entire body must have been reddened at this point and you loved it. Finally, Loki walked around to your front and gave you that familiar grin.

"Last one," Loki purred. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Loki," you whispered through your sobs.

"Good girl." Loki brought his hand back and brought the flogger down on your cunt once again.

"Fuck! Master! Ow, fuck! T-Thank you!" you screamed. Loki tossed the flogger over his shoulders and magically unbound your legs. He hoisted them around his waist and with one smooth thrust, he was buried inside of you. "Loki!"

"That's it. Such a good girl. This little pussy is so fucking red and swollen," Loki growled as he pistoned into you. "Fuck, pet, you're covered in my marks. You look so fucking good. You look like mine."

You moaned violently as Loki thrusted into you, his needy cock throbbing inside of you. You tightened your legs around his hips and tried bouncing down to meet his thrusts, though it was difficult with your body still suspended from the ceiling.

"That's because I am yours," you said. Your words alone had Loki moaning and thrusting into your sore, tender cunt harder. "I'm all yours and you're all mine."

"No one can have you but me," Loki hissed. "Not Michael, not Wade, not any fucking man in all the realms."

"Yours Loki, I'm yours - fuck!" you gasped at a particularly hard thrust. "No one can have you, Loki. Kassandra, Gretchen...no, you're mine."

"That I am, little girl," Loki purred. He angled your hips up and he thrusted deeper inside of you. "I'm going to cum inside of you and truly mark you as mine."

"Give it to me," you begged, bouncing on him. You rolled your head back and Loki attached his lips to your neck. He sucked a bruise into your throat, a large one that sat right over your pulse. His jealousy and possessiveness had tossed you into the abyss of pleasure and you were close to your release.

"This cunt is mine, this body is mine. Your soul is mine. I will never let it go," Loki moaned into your neck. You clamped around his cock and Loki's thrusts became sloppy as he neared his finish. His thumb touched your clit and your eyes widened with pain and pleasure. Your clit was so sore from getting hit and even the slightest brush set off its sensitivity. Loki must have noticed because he pressed it even harder. "Cum for me. Cum now."

"Loki!" you screamed, your body freezing in the air as you came violently. Your orgasm was so intense that you saw stars and suddenly, you blacked out.

Loki came inside of you as he held you close to him. He was panting against you, his forehead pressed to yours. He grunted and groaned as his cum filled you up. When he lifted his head, he noticed your eyes were closed and your breathing was labored.

"Fuck," he muttered, slightly turned on by how he had actually knocked you out with such an intense orgasm. Loki regretfully pulled out of your warm pussy and noted how red and swollen he had made it. Pushing his cockiness aside, he snapped his fingers and your body collapsed into his as your bonds disappeared. He cradled you against his body and carried you over to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and held you on his lap, rocking you back and forth slowly. He made sure your ass was hanging off the side of his legs to avoid putting any pressure on it. He kissed your face and whispered sweet nothings until you began to rouse.

"Mm...Loki?" you asked, your words slurred and heavy.

"I'm here, pet," Loki cooed, kissing your temple. "You did so good. I'm so proud of you."

His praise flipped a switch in you and suddenly, you burst into tears. It felt so good to cry. With your tears, you released all of your stress, negative energy, and toxic thoughts. You cried against Loki and he rocked you back and forth, hushing you and telling you how much he loved you. When your tears had subsided and your head felt heavy, you rested your forehead on Loki's chest.

"I feel...lighter. Much lighter now," you admitted.

"That is what happens with things like this," Loki said softly, stroking your hair.

"Did it...did it help you?" you whispered, burying yourself into his skin.

"It did, my love. I feel much better. Do you?" Loki questioned.

You nodded and giggled through a tearful hiccup. "I do, so much. Thank you."

"Do you want to see the marks?" Loki asked quietly. You finally gained the energy to tilt your head up to look at Loki. You nodded and Loki waved his hand. In front of you, a large mirror appeared. Loki helped you stand, but kept his hands settled on your waist for good measure.

When you saw yourself, you almost didn't recognize yourself. Your face was flushed and covered in tears. Your eyes were red and puffy, hair mussed up, and eyelashes clumped together from crying. But your body, your body was what got you. All along your front were small bruises that you could tell were from the crop. Large red splotches covered your body from the straps of the flogger. Loki helped you turn around and you noted how much more decorated your backside was. Your back was nearly entirely red from the flogger with splotches of bruises mixed in from the crop. But your ass was bruised already. Red, black, blue, and purple decorated your ass and thighs from a combination of the flogger, the crop, and his hand. You couldn't tell which bruise came from what. You ran your fingers over it and hissed.

"Don't do that," Loki warned you, taking your wrist and pulling your hand away. "It's going to be sensitive."

"Good," you said with a proud smile. "I love it."

"It wasn't too much?" Loki asked nervously. You turned around in his arms and cupped his face. You could see guilt on his face as he looked down at your body.

"Not at all. It was exactly what I needed," you explained. "And I don't want you to heal it either."

"Pet -"

"Master," you teased. "I asked for this because I wanted it, I needed it. You gave me exactly what I needed. I love you so much."

"I love you," Loki whispered, bending down to kiss you. He kissed you gently, intimately, and you could feel his love pouring into the kiss. When he pulled away, Loki's face was a mix of emotions.

"Loki? What is it?" you asked carefully.

"I want to marry you one day."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"I want to marry you one day," Loki said confidently. "I want to marry you and have children - a whole lot of them - and I want to be yours forever. If you'd let me, of course."

Tears welled up in your eyes again as you laughed happily. "I'd love that."

"My perfect pet," Loki cooed, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away. "Maybe these bruises will even be healed by then."

"Unlikely," you giggled.

Gretchen would never have this. She would never have Loki the way you would. He wanted to marry you, start a family with you. He would never want that with her. You knew that.

There was nothing she could do to take Loki away from you.

*

Gretchen was sprawled out on her bed, one hand between her legs as she touched herself to the thought of Loki. That beautiful, commanding man had been in her room. He had seen her altar and was impressed by it. She impressed him.

She wanted him. She wanted him more than anything. She tried to fight the urge to have him but...but he was too tempting. Every time she was around you, she was reminded of him and what she could have - Loki, his love, the pendant. She craved that pendant. It was a direct connection to Loki. She had to have it, have him.

That was why she did her best to show Loki how undesirable you were today. She flaunted her body, her wealth, and her worship. Gretchen even tried to convince Loki you were a klutz, a fool, and a cheap whore who kept chasing men around. You wouldn't be faithful to him, but she would.

Unfortunately, it didn't work. He still left with you for some reason. He should have stayed here with her! She could have pleased him. Five minutes alone with him, that's all she really needed.

"Loki! Oh, Loki," Gretchen moaned as she came all over her hand. She pictured it was Loki's cock she was clenching around. He had to be huge, he was a god - the God of Sex! She needed him.

Even more than his sex, she just needed him to love her. It had been long enough without a boyfriend. But you had Loki's heart and that simply wouldn't do. Gretchen had to find a way to win him over and away from you. She was the more desirable option, after all.

Gretchen sat up in bed and looked over at her altar. The only way she would be able to win Loki's heart was to constantly stay in his mind. If he was always surrounded by you, then he would only think about you. She had to stick around and ensure that Loki began to fall for her.

That might not be as easy as it should be, however, with you in the way.

A dark part of Gretchen that she had never heard before whispered solutions to her that she ignored. She couldn't...no. She couldn't go that far.

Could she?

Not yet. She wouldn't go to extremities yet. For now, she would find a way to get Loki wrapped around her finger to the point where he couldn't be without her. Gretchen laughed as she slid her naked body over to the altar and began lighting offerings.

Gretchen would get Loki. She wanted him too badly to not. And what Gretchen wanted, she always got.

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