Loki through the multiverse

The riding crop

"Do you trust me, darling?" Tom asked you as he pushed you back onto the bed. You smiled to yourself, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. You gazed up at your husband, admiring his nearly exposed body with your feasting, hungry eyes. He was already discarded of the t-shirt he wore, leaving him in his slacks which you were inching to start unfastening to pool around his legs.

"I trust you with my life, babe." You gazed up at him. You were stripped to your hot red lace set, propping yourself up on your elbows as you took a moment to linger in your line of sight. Tom had just returned from a film session and you craved his touch badly. He had been gone for a little over a month but ensured to contact you via phone calls or video chats nightly.

Things had started to become sexier as the days progressed, the two of you engaging yourselves in pleasuring your bodies while the other held the control. You could count on your hand many of the nights Tom had you full-blown orgasming, just through his simple direction over a video call.

"I was thinking of something while I was away..." He smirked, walking over to his still-packed suitcase. He hadn't even had a chance to dispose of his belongings. The moment this man walked through the front door, you were attacking him with your lips and touching him in all the dirtiest ways, begging for him to do something. "And I picked this up," He announced as you heard the unzipping of the luggage.

Moments later, Tom retrieved what looked to be a stick to you, but with a loose tress at the end. It was solid black, your eyebrows knitting together. "Thomas William Hiddleston..." You called your husband's name, watching as those blue eyes ignited with pure excitement. "What is that?"

Tom sauntered back over to you, hips dipping back and forth. "Sit up straight," He commanded softly. You smiled, moving yourself to the edge of the bed. "Hold out your hand," He trailed next to which you quickly obeyed. You felt as Tom brushed the leather tongue across your skin, making you shudder, the tingles forming on your skin. You closed your eyes, the tickling sensation making you smile widely.

Then, Tom circled the tongue across your palm before he gave the open side of your hand a light smack, making you jolt. "Oh!" You exclaimed through a gasp, jumping at the feeling. Your eyes slowly reopened, adjusting on your cheeky husband who was all for the simple game.

"Let me guess..." You whispered with a smile. "You want to use that on me?"

Tom nodded, brushing his fingertips underneath your chin. He tilted your head back and kissed you softly. "Only if you want to, sweetheart. I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

Giggling, you were now excited by the idea. "Don't hit me hard." You pleaded with your eyes, blinking. Tom shook his head, kissing your forehead.

"You tell me if I should go harder."

You contemplated and sighed. "In that case..." You pulled the lace down your legs and tossed it over on top of Tom's shirt. Rolling your body over, you lifted your ass so it was completely exposed to your lover's eyes.

"My ass is yours, daddy." You winked, knowing the simple name you had picked for him drove him completely wild.

He licked his lips and reached out to take a handful of your left cheek, making you squirm lightly underneath his touch. With the massive size of his hands, one cheek completely filled his grasp. "Such a pretty view, darling." Tom breathed out. You felt as he moved forward and kissed at the nape of your neck. He sucked against the skin, his tongue adding the perfect amount of pressure to send you moaning into the pillows which encased the heavy scent of his cologne.