Captive (Loki Story 18+)

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His hand glides along my inner thigh, inching ever closer to my core, my back arching, craving for his touch.

"That's right, my sweet," his lips caress my neck, "let me ravish you, let me show you pleasure you've never experienced."

His fingers find their target, circling my clit masterfully.

I gasp, my head falling back, letting him have more access. I try to move my hands but he has them pinned above my hands.

"Yes, my sweet, show me how much you love my touch," his lips grazed down my collar bone and travel to my breast.

I squirm beneath him as his tongue plays with my hardened nipple. A breathy moan leaves my lips.

He moves, his naked body now atop mine, lining his member to my entrance.

"You are mine," he rests his forehead against mine, the tip of his member teasing my entrance, "I will never give you up."

He enters me, painfully slow, filling me like no man ever has. I hold my breath, squeezing my eyes shut, as I'm enveloped in pleasure and pain.

His lips capture my already parted ones, his tongue exploring as it chooses. A whimper leaves my throat as he fills me, but continues to push further, reaching past all limits.

His mouth releases mine, emitting a groan of pleasure as his hips meet mine.

My breath quickens as he pulls out to the tip, then he slams back into me causing a small yelp to fill the room.

I want to touch him.

I try to release his grip from my wrists but he doesn't let up as he slams into me again.

"Please." It barely a whisper.

His dark, lust filled eyes meet mine. There's something else in them, a hint of something I can't read.

"As you wish," he whispers back, his eyes never leaving mine as he releases my wrists, his hand traveling to my cheek and his lips claiming mine.

It's gentle, not harsh and demanding as the others had been.

I wrap my arms around him, one hand in his hair the other clawing at his back.

Our tongues dance with each other as his thrusts increase in pace.

He pulls his lips from mine, resting his forehead against mine once again.

"You are mine," he repeats, "say it."

He gazes into my eyes and I no longer see lust or malice. I see longing, and hope.

"Say it," he whispers.

"I am yours."

I jolt away, still in the library.

I had decided to read since I had nothing better to do, I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but why the hell did I have that dream?

Like hell I would ever let that man have me. I'll be damned before I let him touch me like that again.

Wait.

I recall this morning.

"Well shit," I murmur, slamming the book I fell asleep in closed.

I stand and put the book away as my stomach growls.

Making my way down to the kitchen, I glance out he window, watching the trees sway in the wind. I remember the time I had nearly escaped.

"You will not run from me!" He yells, "you will not escape!"

He has me pinned to the window.

"Just let me go!" I scream back, tears cascading down my cheeks, "what do you want from me?"

"What do I want? What do I want?" Anger seathes from him, "I want you to kneel before me when I tell you to. I want you to give yourself to me completely. I want to watch you tremble beneath me as I take you. I want to hear my name drip from your lips like a mantra. I want to hear you admit who you belong to. I. Want. You."

His hand goes to my throat, as he stares into my eyes.

"Now stop crying you pathetic mortal," he says loosening his grip a bit, "and please you master."

That was the first time he had his way with me.

His appetite for me did not shrink after that. It grew worse. He requested me to his chambers every night he could for the next month. Then he insisted that is share his chambers.

Since I began sleeping in his bed, his touches have decreased and his desires seem to have faltered. This morning was the first time he had really touched me in nearly a month.

Is he changing his mind? Is he going to let me go?

I let out a sigh and dismiss the wishful thinking.

I make it to the kitchen and begin to prepare Alfredo with broccoli and parmesan.

The sauce begins to thicken as it should and the noodles have become semi-limp so I begin to steam the broccoli.

A pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist, making me nearly drop the ladle.

"Smell delicious," Loki's voices caresses my ear.

"Th-thanks," I try to compose myself and continue to cook.

He leaves a kiss on my neck before pulling away from me, his absence leaving me cold despite the heat from the stove.

I turn to go retrieve a strainer for the noodles but find Loki beside me with it already in hand.

"Oh um thank you," I take it from him and begin to strain the noodles.

I can feel his eyes on me as I prepare two plates. I pour a bit of sauce onto the pile of noodles that sit in the center of the plates, then add the broccoli on the side

He takes one of the plates and leans against the marble countertop as he begins to eat. I do the same, leaning against the counter across from him.

We say nothing, and I keep my eyes on my plate.

I finally look up once I have finished, finding Loki already done with his plate on the counter behind him and his eyes trained on me.

He grabs his plate and steps towards me, taking my plate from my hands and placing them both in the sink that resides next to me.

He looks back at me and traps me between his arms.

He just stares at me in silence for what seems like an eternity before finally speaking.

"I want to touch you so bad," he whispers, "I have resisted for so long and I don't think I can any more."

I stare into his eyes. I can see that small spark in his eyes, the one I saw in my dream.

"Then don't."

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