Your Way Out

Break Me

I fell asleep at my desk, surrounded by paintings inspired by Asgard. A city of vast golden spires, blanketed by opalescent clouds and vibrant rainbows. Rapid crystalline waterfalls cascading into ever-flowing rivers, nourishing the lush green foliage that ran past the silver horizon. If I could dream of that place, maybe I could take Loki back home. Even if it wasn't real, even if it were just for the night, maybe it could make him happy. 

Down, down, down, I tumbled deeper into the dark rabbit hole. The shadows caressed me in a soothing warmth. Like freefalling into a blackened sun. Swept under the currents of my subconscious, I jolted awake. "Awake" was a funny term for it. My shot open as the well-known dreamy haze pulled into vision. "Awake" but in a lucid dream-state.

The bed I laid in was my own. The same four navy blue walls surrounded me. Outside the blind barred windows was a lavish green field sprinkled with autumn leaves. It was like my room was lost in a secluded forest. A warm colored canopy hid the moon away, but night still fell like a shroud. This wasn't Asgard. 

The decadent and bitter scent of black coffee mixed with the bold touch of mahogany hit my nose. Am arm curled around my waist and pulled me into a tight embrace. My back against his chest, he pressed his lips delicately to my ear, and nipped. I winced and let out a squeak as the pain subsided. He tugged the tender flesh of my lobe before kissing the reddening mark. 

"Not even a 'hello'?" I asked as his kisses trailed the nape of my neck.

"Hello," he groaned between kiss and bite. 

I couldn't suppress the smile that crept across my lips. He found a tender supple place to sink his teeth into. It tickled and hurt all at once. My thighs quaked as a hot sensation spurred between them. His cold fingers lurked along the edge of my blouse, snaking under the fabric, just barely touching my skin. My fingers slipped into his messy locks of jet black hair. His kiss deepened. His grip around my waist tightened. I sank into him. Grinding against him with lustful fervor. A carnal groan escaped his throat, melting into my skin as he dug his teeth further. He could've drawn blood, but he pulled back just before my flesh could break. He was growing, stiffening, against the small of my back. He planted a firm hand on my hip to slow the impulsive rhythm. 

"You're so sensitive," Loki reminded me. "I haven't even begun and already you can't control yourself."

My face was hot. Beyond blushing. Fire swelled within my veins. The thought of him getting hard because of me set my heart into overdrive. The feeling of it wasn't something I didn't think my body could handle. 

Loki's nails dug into supple flesh, forcing my ass against the unmistakable inside his pants. I moaned softly. He had control over my body. He lapped our hips against each other's in torturously slow rotation. He reveled each sound that poured from my throat. 

"Do you feel something you like?" he asked, deliberately thrusting his bulge against me. 

I nodded, unable to form words. The sensation was too intense.

He uncoiled his arm and ran an icy hand over the outside of my shirt. Fingers dragged along the buttons, plucking at them with his nails like he wanted to snap them off. Winter's chill crept over my sweltering skin. Loki's hand wrapped around my neck like a choker made of ice. 

"I'm sorry, bunny, did the words get stuck in your throat?" he whispered in my ear. 

I gasped as his fingers closed, squeezing, filling my head with the hot rush of blood. Thin wisps of air still filled my lungs. I shuddered. 

Biting my lip, I moaned, "Yes."

His gripped tightened. "Yes, sir," he corrected me. 

"Yes, sir," I sighed happily.