Agent A: Displaced

Submit To Me

She crept out of her room just before the clock struck seven, heels sinking into the soft pile of the carpet.

He was sat in that ridiculous white chair, legs spread wide, eyes fixed on the doorway. She shifted uncomfortably under the intensity of his gaze.

"Come in then. I want to see that you are presentable before we eat."

She stepped forward into the room, heart rate jumping in fear or anticipation, she wasn't entirely sure which.

His eyes drank in the fitted bodice of her red dress, the curve of her breasts over the top of the neckline and the way the fabric clung to her narrow waist before flaring out into a short skirt. He smiled at the sight of her. "Very nice," he purred. "Would you like a drink?" He lifted one of the glasses from the table at his side and raised it towards her.

"Thank you," she took the glass in both hands and looked down, it was filled with a thick ruby-red wine. Raising it to her lips she found it sweet and heavy, coating her tongue and the back of her throat as she swallowed.

"Cheers," he whispered as he took a sip from his own glass, eyes still fixed on her.

"Shall we?" He gestured at the table. As they approached, he pulled out her chair and bent to kiss her neck as she sat down.

He waved at the bewitched agent, who silently brought their dished to the table. She was greeted by the sight of a seafood linguine, which made her mouth water instantly. A plate of garlic bread was placed between them.

After she'd taken the mussels from their shells and tasted her first few bites, she reached over to tear off some of the garlic bread. Loki's hand shot out and grabbed hers just as she made contact; he slowly licked the cream sauce and crumbs of garlic off the tips of her fingers, the sensation filling her mind and a tingle of pleasure crying for attention between her legs.

Loki chuckled darkly. "Is it to your liking, Little One?"

"Yes, very much." She replied softly, although she wasn't confident she was only talking about the food.

The rest of the meal passed in a blur, the food and conversation flowing surprisingly freely as Loki's questions probed deeper into her past life, while his teasing hand caressed her inner thigh.

She tried to ignore him at first, keeping her expression neutral, but the intense need between her legs grew and grew. She shifted slightly in her chair, cheeks flaming with desire. His hand stilled and he glanced up from his food, a wickedly sly look on his face.

Once they had finished eating and the plates had been cleared, Loki rose and poured them both a large serving of brandy, before returning to his stupid white chair. She stayed seated, unsure of what was to come.

He watched her closely for a few moment, his gaze only broken when he raised the glass to his lips. "Are you ready to submit to me?" He asked darkly.

She nodded, slightly flushed from the alcohol, her body eager to know what it was to truly submit to another.

"I'm not sure I believe you. Come here." It was uttered softly, but in was an order all the same.

She complied and was rewarded with the burn of a thick rope wrapping around her wrists.

"What? How?" She looked down at her hands dumbfounded.

"My magic may not work on you, but that doesn't stop me enchanting a rope to wrap itself around the space above your wrists." He stepped close to her, pulling her arms behind her back so he could tighten the rope and bind her wrists tightly to the opposite elbow, forcing her forearms flat against the curve of her spine and restricting all movement.