Yes Master 2

Chapter Twenty-Six

Quick Author's Note: The video attached is the song that I imagine is playing during this scene. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do! I have loved it since I discovered it through the tv show Legion a few years ago.

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The band on the balcony began to play a new song a short time after Anita and Loki had began dancing. Loki stopped, getting a feel of the tune, making Anita stop too. The song was adagio and dramatic, with an aura of mystique to it. He drew her closer to him, grinning mischievously.

"What a lovely song," he remarked.

He started dancing again, slower than before. She followed his lead. They spun round and round in circles and shuffled their feet across the floor. The way he moved was very fluid and elegant, just like how you would expect a king to dance at a ball. Her movements, however, were clumsy and awkward. Half because she was terrified being so close to him and half because she was not familiar with the dance. Every so often, he would dip or twirl her around delicately.

He gazed into her eyes intensely. She glanced away from him every few seconds and looked around the room, feeling incredibly uncomfortable by his stare.

"My, my, this is quite pleasant. I have not danced like this in ages," he commented.

She did not respond. She simply continued moving with him, her body slightly quaking.

Even when she was not looking at him, she could feel his eyes ogling her. Her face burned with embarrassment and unease. Her cheeks turned a bright red, similar to the color of strawberries.

His eyes narrowed slightly, sensing that she was uncomfortable. He did not care though. She would get used to him. Eventually. Whether she liked it or not.

Judging by the look on his face, she guessed that his current feelings and thoughts were immoral. The huge smile that had been plastered on his face had faded. His expression looked less playful and more sensual.

Out of nowhere, he leaned down to kiss her. For a brief moment she was frozen, taken aback by his unexpected action. But right when his lips were about to connect with hers, she unfroze, dodged him, and attempted to knee him in the place between his legs, like she had done before when they were in the bathroom stall a few months ago. She missed but, being caught off guard, he let her go.

Now free, she lifted the skirt of her dress up so she would not trip on it and began to run away as quickly as she could in her heels. She pushed through the hordes of people as politely as she could, desperately trying to get to the stairs, to the exit. Her heart pumped violently, the intense anxiety she was feeling straining it. She was so close to the stairs. So close.

But not close enough.

She felt a hand grab her tightly by her right forearm. She looked back and was dismayed to see Loki. Strangely, he did not appear upset by her attempt to escape. Instead, he appeared to be feeling even more lecherous towards her.

"You're not going to get away from me, slave. Not tonight," he said, his voice gruff.

He dragged her back to where they had been dancing, near the middle of the dance floor. They assumed the same position, him with one hand on her waist and the other holding her hand, her with a hand on his shoulder and the other holding his hand, and resumed.

He clutched her waist tighter than before and held her even closer to him, their chests nearly touching, their pelvises inches away. His breathing seemed heavier. His eyes were half open, eyeing her bare shoulders. He licked his lips suggestively.

She was not enjoying dancing with him in the slightest. She wanted nothing more but to get far away from him, find Sophie and go home. She could not believe how awful things had turned out to be. The night started out fun and relaxed and then, in an instant, everything went to hell.

He dipped her again only this time, he held the dip, looking down at her, desire sparkling in his slightly dazed green eyes. He brought her back up and they continued.

She felt like she had been dancing with him for forever when in reality, it had not even been five minutes. It was like time had slowed to a crawl. She wondered when this would end. Would he make her dance all night until she was so worn out, she could not resist him anymore?

He pulled her nearer. Their bodies were touching now. She could feel the icy coldness emitting from his body. He detected the heat pouring forth from hers. He adored the feeling. It was intoxicating. The indecent feelings that had been swelling up inside of him throughout their dancing together reached its peak. He was nearly panting with passion.

Suddenly, the music began to swell, about to reach its end. In response, he put both hands on her waist and lifted her up off her feet, much to her surprise. He spun her around, again and again, her dress flying out. She rested her hands on his shoulders, not knowing where else to put them. She hoped he would put her down soon, not enjoying herself at all and noticing the stares that people were giving them.

He let her down gently, her heels clicking when they touched the ground. Hands still on her waist, his body pressed against hers, he gazed into her eyes again, a seductive expression on his face, his lips parted slightly. Tensely, she looked around the room, trying to avoid looking into his eyes. She could feel the excitement oozing off of him and it disturbed her.

Her eyes darted around, searching for Sophie, hoping her friend would return and come rescue her.

He could contain himself no more. She was irresistible. He had to know what it felt like to have his lips pressed against hers. As the song ended, he leaned over and his lips collided with hers. She was completely caught off guard. Her eyes widened as he kissed her, hungrily, with a passionate intensity. When she tried to move her head away, he took a hand off of her waist and brought it to the back of her head, preventing her from doing so. After pointlessly trying to get away, she gave up.

The moment their lips connected, he felt the happiest he had felt in months. The kiss was a very big deal for him. It meant that he was getting somewhere with his new slave. Finally, he was getting somewhere.

She was not sure how long he had been kissing her for but it had been for longer than a normal kiss for sure. Perhaps a full minute. He was practically glued to her. It was less of a kiss and more of a make out session. He fondled her waist and hair the whole time.

Eventually, he withdrew from her and once again looked into her eyes deeply. "At last. After such a long time, I have obtained a kiss with you. You did not kiss back but, that's quite alright. You will. Soon."

He leaned over to her ear and lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper.

"This has been a great time but I think it's time we leave and go to Asgard. We will have far more privacy there."

She nearly gasped when he said that. She was not sure why she was so surprised. His intentions had been crystal clear. He wanted to...

She would not allow it. She had to fight back.

She elbowed him as hard as she could in his side. He groaned in pain and let her go. She took off running towards the stairs, once again pushing through the crowd. This time, she made it. She scrambled up the steps and to the exit. She looked back to see if he was coming. He was. In fact, he was only a few feet away, at the bottom of the stairs, an amused look on his face.

"Now, now, slave. Let's not be hasty."

She paid him no attention. She pushed open the doors and ran.