For the good of all

Shackled

"You tricked me," He pants, "You little-"

"Watch your words, your highness, wouldn't want to soil that good tongue of yours," I bark back. "Not yet anyway," I quip as he squirms beneath me.

"How dare you!" He snaps, but we both know he would not call for any guards. He'd most assuredly receive Odin's wrath and utter shame from his mother for his treatment of the esteemed companionship guild. His only threat to me was himself, which had proved to be quite useless. His strain against my force lessened, but his limbs remained tense. I knew he was sharing my thoughts.

"You've brought this on yourself, and now you're stuck with me. Let that sink into you, your highness," I say, forcing myself further on top of him. "Let that ease into you," I continue, pressing my knee further into the small of his back. He grunts and steadies himself.

"You will pay for this!" He snaps.

"No," I say, leaning over his body until my mouth is hovering over the crook of his neck. "You will." Being this close, I can see dewdrops of sweat beginning to bead across the nape of Loki's neck. I can't help but grin madly. I exhale on his neck, slowly matching my breathing to his, never wavering my weight or stance on his body. I ease more and more of myself onto him, never taking any pressure off, colliding my curves and his edges. Loki shifts, not to struggle, but to bear my weight. His chest heaves, panting.

Just as I feel the warmth from his back through my woven clothes, I snap my hands completely around his wrists, casting a holding spell onto them.

Silver shackles form around his wrists, with thin spiral detailing. Heavy chains manifest around them, ending in my palm's tight grip. A third chain appears and I follow its trail up to a matching collar around the prince's neck. I yank all three towards myself and the prince's body is flung back, contorting to my whim.

"Who's bending now?" I ask.

"H-how?" He sputters, surprised more than choking.

"You're not the only trickster the guild has serviced," I coo.

I glance across the room and see where the matching metal bar has appeared to hold the prince and easily yank him towards it. Attaching the chains I step back, amused.

Loki dashes towards me, a dagger forming just inches from his furrowed brow, aimed directly at me. In a flash, it whizzed through the air until it stopped just before my heart.

"Do not test me," He threatens with haggard breath. In response, I raise my hand and lightly tap the side of the blade, causing it to spin in midair harmlessly, confirming that he was desperate for this kind of attention.

Smiling, I step back to his golden four-post bed and lean back on it, eyeing Loki bemused. His eyes had widened. He swallowed, and the dagger vanished.

"You know word of what entails of our services never breaches another's ears," I say calmly. "It is an oath of our guild."

"I understand," He responds, holding my stare.

"Do you? Because seems to me you've never been satisfied by our staff,"

"That's because no one of yours has ever had what it takes to please me," Loki scoffs haughtily.

"Or is it you never let them know what you truly want?" I fire back. I let my body fall deeper into his bed, curling into its softness. Effortlessly I slip off my sandals and loosen my sleeveless outer garment so it hangs over my shoulders. Loki watches silently as I sway my body incrementally from side to side.

"I know what you want," I say plainly, stripping off my outer garment and placing it at the end of his bed. I loosen the facets of my inner robe. My skin peeks out at him.

"All you have to say is yes, my prince. No one will hear a word of this," I assure him. Loki's eyes dance wildly across my body, and I give him the time to make his decision.

"Yes," He says, his voice cracking.

I smile and toss my clothes to the side, revealing my naked body. I cross my legs and smile.

"Kneel." I say sweetly.