Odette Parker: My True Self

Chapter 25: Simon Says

A/N: If reading intimate scenes makes you uncomfortable: Stop reading when you see (>>>) safe part will start with (******). There are multiple parts.
For those who have been waiting for Loki and Odette... this is your chapter. lol :)

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I hold the necklace in my hand and sniffle. Loki grabs me and shifts me into his lap. I just wrap my arms around him. I am going to miss this. I release him long enough to take out my ponytail, then my arms are back around his neck. I shifted myself so I was straddling him.

Dets: "Thank you."

Loki: "For what Kitten?"

Dets: "For everything."

I lean in and kiss him softly. His arms wrap around me and we melt into each other. There was no rush, no haste in this kiss, nothing but passion. His hands slide up my back and begin untying the knot that held the top of the dress up. Once the knot was undone he moved his hands to the lower knot. My hands slid down his button up and began opening each one. I slid my hands up his torso and pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

He began peeling the dress away from me. Trailing his fingertips across my skin slowly as he moved the fabric down. Unable to wear a bra with this dress his hands trailed across my collar bone and down the valley between my breasts. He broke the kiss only to move to my neck, lightly nibbling down and across my collar bone. Leaving a trail of pure fire in its wake. He made his way back to my mouth but instead of kissing me he whispered softly.

Loki: "Don't hide from me, let me see you."

I hadn't even realized I was holding the illusion over my scars, it was so second nature now. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted us both only to switch us so i was beneath him. I dropped the illusion against my scars and he began peppering kisses all across my abdomen. My nails dragging slowly across his back made him shiver above me. He pulled the rest of my dress of me so slowly I thought I was going to go insane. His finger tips leaving a scorching trail across my skin. He begins peppering my ankles and calves with delicate kisses.

Dets: "Why are you torturing me?"

He stops and looks up at me.

Loki: "What ever do you mean Kitten?"

I sit up on my elbows and give him my best 'are you fucking kidding me face'. He laughs softy.

Loki: "I told you I was going to worship your body."

I plop back on the bed and run my hands over my face. He chuckles again before moving up my legs. I am shaking with anticipation, desire, need, all of it. Every kiss, every touch, gets a reaction and he relishes in it. He explores every inch of exposed skin. He stops and moves back up to my neck, settling by my ear.

Loki: "Are you going to behave Kitten?"

Dets: "What does misbehaving entail?"

Loki: "Disobedience. I want you to obey me."

He slides his hand back down my abdomen and my back arches up. He traces delicate circles over my hips as he speaks.

Loki: "I want you to do exactly what I say. If I say I don't want you to make a sound, don't make a sound. If I say I want you to move into you a certain position, you move. If I say don't cum, hold it in."

I have never been overly submissive in the bedroom. I know what I want, I know what I like, and that's what happens. Hearing Loki's demands sends a wave of excitement through me. Now if he even thinks about trying to restrain me I may have to remind him who is actually the boss. I smile up at him while he looks down at me.