Your Way Out

With Feeling

        He had that look on his face, the tense draconian stare fueled by relentless arousal. Loki shook of his wool jacket and loosened his black tie. Despite the furious yearning that simmered under his skin, he moved with the reserved grace of his royal upbringing. Dignified, yet, authoritative. I didn't dare to move, unless he asked. Nestled in the spot he dropped me on, I watched carefully as his lithe fingers slipped under the knot of his tie, wiggling it lose, and unbuttoning his collar around his neck. There was something erotic about it. Watching his muscles and tendons writhe beneath his snowy skin as he craned his neck, stretching, rolling his head along his slender and muscular shoulders. Hearing him sigh as his harden muscles finally relaxed. I bit my bottom lip. A small half-smirk tugged at the corner of his pale pink lips.
"You have this excited look on your face," he noticed, sliding his tie off, and draped it over his arm. "If I were you..." his hand went to his belt, unfastening the buckle with deft fingers. "I'd be worried," he finished as he pulled the leather belt from its loops.
His words enticed me more. An icy threat that dragged against my skin like sharp fingernails. I felt the familiar chill of excitement and anticipation shiver down my spine as my thighs trembled together. "Why should I be worried?" I asked.
"Wrists," Loki demanded.
Obediently, I held my wrists together in front of me. He looped his belt around them, fastening it through the silver buckle, and pulling it securely, tying my wrists together tightly. Holding the leather strap, he hoisted my arms above my head, and pulled me close to him. Still standing a few inches above me, his face near mine, he narrowed his eyes, and licked his lips.
"I warned you to stop and did you listen?" he growled.
"No, sir," I whimpered instinctively, knowing my place. A tremble of pleasure slipped past his reserve. I felt it rippled from him to me.
"No," he echoed in a mocking tone, "you decided to tease me. You wanted to see what would happen." He pulled me up higher, lifting me slightly off the bed. His hot breath bushed along my lips as he leaned in, closing the feeble space between us.
My lips were ready to greet his. Eagerly awaiting his embrace, but when he was close enough to kiss, he just flicked his soft wet tongue against my lips. A simple, yet effective tease. In that motion he allowed me a glimpse into his mind. Like echolocation, I saw a messy outline built by his dominate emotions. A brazen roar of arousal stirred inside my stomach. The hazy image showed me bound and gagged to a bed, barely covered in the scraps of my clothes that he'd torn open.
The look on his face said it all. A devilish smile crept along his lips. He knew what he'd given me. I took it as another warning, or a promise.

Loki fixed the belt to the bed post and laid me down along the mattress. I enjoyed the helpless feeling. He stood over me on the side of the bed, his eyes running over my body in contemplation. I could feel all the different ideas churning inside his mind. Each one strumming a pleasant chord within him. Within me. His curiously was peaked without new connection. Knowing he wasn't going to incapacitate me, or himself, he wanted to test the boundaries between us, all with the excitement of being able to touch for the first time.
With his gloved hand, he hovered over my stomach, letting his fingertips graze up the plastic buttons of my shirt. He stopped at my collar. His finger slipped under the pressed white fabric around my neck and curved like a hook. He tugged as if to pull it off.
"This blouse is rather tight," he mentioned. He ran his hand back down to my waist and tried to slip it under but was restricted by the fabric. He was right. It was tight and constricting. He didn't like it. A tense, almost angry look furrowed his brow. In a swift motion, his hands gripped the middle of my blouse and tore it open, ripping the buttons from their threads, and scattering them around the room. My skin exposed to the chilly air, I felt goosebumps raise along my body. Loki gazed at my bare flesh. "That's better," he smirked.
His leather-bound hand skimmed my mid-drift with a delicate touch before scaling over my ribcage. I shivered in response. He felt me shudder and chuckled to himself. "Are you really that sensitive? I haven't even started playing with you yet."
Heat flushed my cheeks as embarrassment set in. I became very aware of my body and tingling sensation that rose as his eyes peered over me. I wanted to cover my stomach and hide myself. I felt unworthy of his gaze. But there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
Loki's fingers felt like ice as they brushed my sternum and slid beneath the plain beige strap that connected the cups of my bra. One harsh tug and it snapped like frayed chord. I gasped in shock. He smiled, humored by his own strength. "Did I startle you?" he uttered seductively. His voice was low and hushed, rattling with a sensuous purr. "Apologies, I forget how weak and frail things born from this realm are." With his thumb and index finger, Loki lightly pitched my left nipple, and tweaked it gently.
Another gasp hissed through my teeth. It was like my nipple was wedged between two rock-hard ice cubes. It didn't take long for them to stiffen and swell. The more he toyed with them, the more sensitive they became. A surge of sadistic satisfaction fluttered through him, reverberating in me, mingling with my new masochistic nature. It added a new layer of pleasure to the torture.
Loki continued to twist and pull at the erect peaks of my breasts, all the while a low purr echoed in his throat. As if he was enjoying more than just the sight alone. I wondered...could he feel what was I was feeling? I ignored my curiosity for the time being and enjoyed the small pleasures that flowed from my breasts to my core.
"You do have such a lovely body, my pet," he whispered coarsely. As he massaged one breast and teased the other, he planted a delicate shivery kiss at the base of my throat. Loki chuckled as a shallow whimper slipped from lips, buzzing against his lips.
He swung a leg over my body and climbed onto the bed. Straddling my hips, suspended over me with complete control, he dragged his left hand, bare, pale, and cold, down the curve of my side, racking his finger over my ribs, until he met my hip. I was wearing dress pants. Smooth and grey with a white plaid print. The pads of his fingers ran along the waistband to the center where he fiddled playfully with the glossy black button.
"Are you going to tear these too?" I asked, half-joking, half-worried that we was going to destroy my wardrobe.
Loki shot me a vicious glare. The kind that made my lips tight and stopped my voice in my throat. "If it pleases me," he hissed darkly. He quickly snapped the button and pulled them down, off my legs, and discarded them carelessly. Another article of clothing I couldn't wear anymore, but it also made me shiver pleasantly. The way he was savagely undressing me. The primal growl that reverberated in his throat, as if he was suppressing his moans to hold down his control. But I could feel his desire grow. A quickening fire flushing through is veins as he ravished my body. He could hide it, but I could feel it, and I loved it.
Exposed to the chilly air, I shivered. Caressed by Loki's glacial touch, bumps rose over my skin. His deep kiss against the tender nape of my neck, I moaned, drinking in his lust from his lips into my flesh like a gift. I felt my sensitive folds rouse with slick desire as my thighs rubbed together, writhing with oppressed urges.
"What has you so shaken, pet?" Loki asked. "Is it this?" he cupped my breast in his right hand, massaging the supple mounds as he stimulated the tender erect nipple with his thumb. Tight little circles that made me gasp in pleasure.
"No," I sighed blissfully. I wanted to tell him, but the words wouldn't form. His touch was intoxicating.
"Oh?" he quirked. He enjoyed the opportunity to play with me further. He rose his head and nipped my earlobe before burying his face into the other side of my neck. "Could it be this?" he asked before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh between my shoulder and neck.
"No," I moaned again. My back arched as a surge of pleasure manifested. It was like a low vibration echoing from Loki's hips into mine. A direct line of pleasure.
"No?" he whined in my ear. He pulled his face away, leaning back to rest on his knees. He peered down at me with bright mischievous eyes. "Tell me, love. What has you squirming is such a delightful way?" he delicately dragged a finger down from my throat, past the valley between my breasts, and the hollow of my sternum until he reached the bottom of my abdomen where our carnality merged.
I could still feel him pulsing with passionate longing. A low, yet strong rhythm, beating below my waist, sending constant flares of ecstasy over my nerves. "You," I managed on a wanton breath.
It clicked in his head. I watched as a lewd smile appeared on his handsome face. "Ah," he voiced knowingly. Loki took his hands off me and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "I was wondering if you could feel it," he began unfastening the buttons with ease. His chest was lean and cut, muscles perfectly sculpted like pale marble. His stomach was slender and white as winter snow. Muscles flexed along his abdomen like flat stones. He had a warrior's body. A prince among soldiers. He just as beautiful as he appeared in our dreams.
"So, you can feel how badly I want you?" he asked. His voice was sultry and rich like warm caramel drizzled over ice cream.
"Yes, sir," I uttered.
"I wonder how it works..." he questioned. "Can you feel what I'm thinking?" he asked.
A thought, something sensual and lecherous ushered through his mind. In the back of my head, I could myself cry out his name in a vulgar display of pleasure. My thighs clenched and trembled, sending a quick vibration to my swelling clit.
"Yes," I sighed. He smiled.
"Interesting..." he murmured as another indecent thought provoked him. "You can feel what I feel, emotion wise, we've already established that. But can you feel what I feel?"
Loki's hands slid down his chest with sensuous grace, feeling the ripples and toned physique in the same attention he'd given me. My eyes were locked on his hands as they traveled down further. There was a large protrusion brimming along his waistline and jutting close to his thigh. It was hard to ignore. He ran a light touch down the length of his stiff shaft, and I trembled as if he'd touched me. When he gripped it, gently massaging himself through the taut fabric, a wave of pleasure crashed between my thighs. It was a sensation, familiar, yet new. As if invisible hands were kneading a secret zone deep inside my abdomen. I let out a quiet moan, trying to hold myself back.
"That's a yes," Loki exclaimed through a lustful smirk. "How does it feel, pet?"
"Good," I confessed with a heavy breath.
"How good?" he teased.
"So good," I whimpered, my voice tense as I tried to hold back the noise.
"Mmmm," he swooned running his other hand back up his chest and craning his neck back sweetly. "Would you like more, my pet?"
"Yes, please, sir," I begged.
"Good girl," Loki purred. He undid his pants and let hard member fall out, bouncing slightly with its weight. I was shocked to see it in person. Resting on his knees, Loki hovered above me. The length of him easily reached from my stomach to sternum. It was an intimidating size alone. Adding the girth, I wasn't sure how he could fit inside me.
His hand lightly draped over his red swollen tip, thumb just brushing the underside. He was sensitive there. I felt it vibrate within me as he lazily stroked himself. He massaged himself in long lethargic strokes, allowing himself to exhale shallow immodest sighs. I could feel each stroke. It was like his was inside me, stimulating the slick velvet walls of my sex. But the pleasure drove further than that. As if breaking the physical barrier. A telepathic, near magical spot hidden within my body. A secret endogenous zone that only he could unlock and only at this moment. As he slowly pleasured himself, I felt billow tides of bliss ebb and flow along the shore of my sweltering desire. Lapping against my sex with some unseen force.
"Loki," I moaned on a raspy bated breath. My body tightened, then relaxed with each new wave. Moans echoed from me as he panted harder, tightening his grip around his cock. He stroked faster, giving into his lust. Heat rose from my core to my cheeks as the soothing tides became rampant waves.
"Feels that good?" he asked through his heavy breath. I could only moan in response. "I bet I could finish you just like this. By that lovely shade of red on your cheeks, I'd say you're getting close to your peak," Loki teased.
"Fuck, Loki," I managed to whimper. He wasn't wrong. It was like there was a glass bubble swelling below my waist and it was reaching its breaking point. I was about to shatter.
He stopped. He panted leadenly, pulling deep cold breaths into his heavy lungs. The glass had cracked but wasn't broken. Not yet. His cock twitched slightly, pulsing with anticipation.
"Did you think I was going to let you come?" he taunted. Loki bent down, leaning his face close to mine. He brushed my hot blushing cheek with his cool leathered hand, soothing the blood that was boiling within. "No, not yet, my pet, but I will fuck that eager little hole of yours."
A jolt electrified my nerves as his words coiled around my sense like a snare. Was it fear or anticipation? Maybe a mix of both. Loki's fingers slid inside my underwear, exploring the slick pink folds of my sex. The cold sensation merging with the torrid heat made me shiver. He teased one finger inside, then two, massaging the warm inner walls with his skillful, chilling touch. "You're already so wet," he moaned. He slinked his fingers in and out as I shuddered in response. "Even with you dripping like this, I might hurt you." He meant to warn me, but it thrilled me instead. Maybe it was the way he kneaded his fingers against the wet rigid muscles of my silken cave that kept me at ease, or his lust that reverberated inside me and cluttered my thoughts. Either way, I didn't care. I was flooded with hedonistic yearning.
"Please," I beckoned, "I want to feel you."
Loki cocked a vicious grin as if I said the exact words he wanted to hear. It was all he needed. He carefully pulled my underwear off and discarded it with my other scraps of clothes and positioned himself between my legs. The tip of his throbbing manhood eased between the tender pink folds of my sex. He teased me. Pushing his cock along my sensitive lips, pressing himself against my clit until I stirred with hunger.
"Are you ready?" he asked sweetly.
"Yes, sir," I replied.
He slowly eased himself inside of me, carefully pulling himself out to the edge of my entrance and sliding in another inch. I gasped each time. Feeling him stretch me further with every new thrust. Warm wet muscles constricting and relaxing around his girth, massaging him as he pushed his way in. A low moan escaped through his clenched teeth as he rolled his hips like delicate waves against mine.
He sheathed himself inside of me. The tip of his cock bumping my cervix. "Gods, you feel...fuck," he muttered breathlessly.
"How do I feel?" I teased with a sly smirk.
Loki's eyes narrowed as he smiled, like a playful threat. "Like a dream," he groaned humorously.
His hips curled as he carefully lavished my sex with his. Twin pleasure crashed over me with each thrust.
"Harder," I moaned.
He didn't need to ask. He read the excited expression on my face and deepened himself. He rode me hard, quickening his pace as his breathless pants became sultry moans. My own moans merged with his along with the harsh sound of skin again skin, his thick velvet length plunging into soft wet depths of my sex, all made a lewd symphony inside the walls of my dorm. Loki placed a hand over my mouth.
"Do you want the whole tower to know you're getting fucked?" he hissed.
A part of me wanted to say yes just to see what he would do, but I couldn't manage the words over the swirling storm of desire that was building inside me. He removed his hand and kissed me hard, passionately. A deep open kiss that muffled our feverish moans. His tongue danced with mine as our hips grind against each other.
It was like a raging fire and winter storm were battling for dominance inside of me. Layers of pleasure folding in on each other as Loki's lustful vibrations drummed against my nerves, pulsing through my veins. I could feel him getting close. His thickness began to twitch as his hard thrusts quickened. His hips lapping against the crest of my sex. The tower of pleasure we build was about to collapse. I could feel the glass dome inside me begin to fragment.
I let out a scream as I broke our kiss. I shattered before he pulled out. Hot white ropes shot over my stomach, plastering my breasts with his liquid pleasure. Loki groaned blissfully as I twitched beneath him. I rode the ebb and flow of my own climax with softened moans.
He collapsed beside me and unfastened the belt around my wrist. They were sore and slightly chaffed, but nothing that couldn't be covered with a jacket.
"I almost didn't stop," he confessed, "Gods, that was..." he panted, catching his breath for a moment, "amazing."
"I think the whole tower knows that I got fucked though," I laughed as a pleasant feeling lingered in my body. Loki joined in, making me feel a little better.
He kissed my cheek before rising from the bed. He grabbed a towel from my bathroom and helped clean me off. "I'd help you get dressed, but I...um..." he trailed off with an almost embarrassed expression on his face as his eyes peered over my ruined blouse. "I'm sorry," he finished.
I shrugged. "You did warn me."
A genuine smile appeared on his face. I wondered when the last time he had an interaction like this had was. Something lighthearted and intimate.
Outside the sky was a starless black canvas. Streetlights, cars, and buildings polluted the air with artificial lights, scaring the stars away. My room was dark. So much time had passed, and we didn't even notice. Loki sat on my bed and flipped my desk lamp on so I could rescue some pajamas from the depths of my closet. As I dressed myself, I lamented in the fact that we'd have to say goodbye soon.
"I wish you could stay," I admitted.
"Can I not?" he questioned. "I see, you got what you wanted and now you're just going to throw me out," Loki joked with a sarcastic frown.
"Your benevolent keepers might notice that you've been gone a while. I just don't want you to get into any trouble." I sat beside him and laid my head against his arm.
"You're well worth the trouble," he said and kissed the top of my head. "But unfortunately, you're right. And who knows? You might see me in your dreams." He winked at me before planting another gentle kiss on my head. He buttoned up his shirt and let me escort him all of twelve feet to the door. It was the least I could do. He kissed me one last time. A light, yet meaningful caress of our lips, before passing through the threshold.
I fell asleep peacefully that night. I heart felt full.