The Warling

Chapter Two

AN: Just a reminder, this has been edited to remove the sex, I'll leave links to the unedited version in the comments.

Chapter Two

Mira had spent her whole day and most of the evening checking and approving visa applications that for some ‘unknown’ reason, were backlogged. In reality, her supervisor, who also hated their boss, had held them back because making Mira’s life hell, made him feel a little better about his shitty life.

She entered her tiny apartment and although she knew she should make some dinner, the most she had the energy for was toast, of which she only managed one slice before her eyes started to droop. She had a feeling that she wouldn’t have to worry about the noise from the bar below keeping her awake tonight.

The man of her dreams awaited her and right now, he was the only thing keeping her going. In fact, she was seriously tempted to try sleeping pills for the first time in her life, just to see if she could sleep a little longer on the weekends.

That seemed a little desperate though.

She had put in for a transfer back to London, where she could take a year or so to regroup, regain her confidence, then start climbing the ladder again, but it would take weeks before she knew if she was successful and honestly, she was so overqualified for the position that she would likely be rejected.

With her fingers firmly crossed, she climbed into bed and closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips for the first time today.

***

Nerthus was late arising in the morning and when she ventured through into Loki’s rooms, he was already eating breakfast. His belongings had all been put away now and the damage they had caused last night had all been fixed or cleaned up.

Loki gestured to the chair opposite him for her to sit but instead, she went to his side of the table and got down on one knee.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, Master. I should not have argued with you and I apologise.”

“What is this?” Loki asked, scooting his chair away from her, as if this might be some kind of trap.

“I was wrong yesterday,” she explained, looking up into his eyes. “I do belong to you.”

“You said it was impossible for me to own you!”

“It is, Master, no one can claim anyone else. I can however, give myself to you. I trust you to value my loyalty.”

“Lies. This is some kind of trick, isn’t it?”

“No, Loki,” she looked up and met his gaze, dropping her deferential attitude slightly for a moment. “I’m kneeling here because I want to. Because I want to belong to you. Because the Loki I saw last night, the one who protected me, he is someone worth belonging to, and he deserves to own me.”

“And when you say ‘belong’?”

“I mean that I am yours. I will do as you say; clean your rooms, call you Master, wait on you, wash your back and fuck you as and when required. I give myself to you wholly and completely, the boundaries are up to you to set, Master.”

“You’ll do anything I say?” he didn’t sound convinced.

“Anything.”

He considered me for a few long moments, then said. “You were terribly rude yesterday. You may have changed your mind but you still need to be punished.”

“As you wish, Master.”

“Go to my bed, pull your skirts up, underwear down, then bend over and wait for me.”