𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Did that hurt Boy?

"Strip!" you command, "I want everything off, as I don't allow my boys to wear clothes"

Loki glanced angrily at you and asked in a questioning tone, "You have boys?" he appeared to be infuriated with that notion.

"I have whomever I want, whenever I want and today, you're the lucky boy I'm choosing"

You can't help but smirk when you see the furious look on his face, but you keep up your tough as nails persona.

"Thank me boy, thank me for choosing you to be my plaything" you say assertively, now getting comfortable with your domineering self.

Your command is followed and Loki says "Thank you" as he removes his boots.

"Thank you what?" you ask, needing him to refer to you as someone of high status, you want your name to be one that carries authority. You give him the choice to decide.

He gives you a sly grin as he says, "Thank you, my tasty tart," even though he is fully aware that this is not the title you request.

"No!" you yell, "refer to me as a sweet dessert again, and I will go straight for the punishment boy!..You will have no pleasure from me"

Loki's gaze hardens; he longs to explore your body and feel your touch. His expression now indicates that he will act appropriately in order to claim his reward.

While Loki seems to be deep in concentration, he takes off his other boot. He's racking his brain for the perfect title. He wanted a name that would be strong but also have special meaning.

You watch as he slides off his belt with one quick action, and throws it on the table. He then grips the waist of his black trousers and pulls them down, taking them off completely.

He stands there entirely naked, still immersed in his own thoughts and unaware of the wonder and admiration that you feel for his body.

You look at his cock, and without realising it, your heart rate increases, and you start to breathe more heavily. You're deeply aroused, and yearning for the magnificent form in-front of you.

As you unconsciously reach to touch yourself, Loki's gaze moves to follow your every action. Yet you don't realise he's staring as you're too busy admiring his divine physique. You see Loki's hand grab hold of his own fully erected cock, beginning to slowly stroke it and because of his movement, you finally look up towards his face.

While you and he are facing one another from opposite sides of the room, your eyes meet, taking great pleasure from watching each other masturbate.

The groans that emerge from Loki increase in volume with each stroke of his hand, while you simultaneously speed up the movements on your clit—the noises you make becoming more piercing.

Your fixation on Loki was unwavering, and the hunger in his eyes never strayed from your direction. He was getting closer and closer to releasing his hot seed as he pumps his cock at an increasingly rapid pace.

His mouth remains agape as he senses the intensity of his orgasm growing, and his groaning becomes immensely audible as he approaches the state of bliss.

You yell, "Stop boy!" over his gratifying moans, raising your voice deliberately.

Loki snaps out of his arousal, releasing his hold on his throbbing cock.

"Good boy" you say smiling, pleased he listened to your command promptly. Another stroke or two and he would have reached climax.

You weren't ready for him to gain maximum pleasure just yet. You planned on using delayed orgasm as a form of punishment by bringing him to the verge of orgasm repeatedly but not letting him go through with it until you said to.