Breaking the 4th Wall (+18 NSFW)

Episode 7 - After Party - Sneak Peek

CHAPTER 1 - IT'S A SET-UP

After the whirlwind of activity from my birthday party, it's quiet in my old Victorian house. The only sound is our breathing and the rapid thundering of my pulse in my ears. With all my visiting fictional characters pitching in, except myself and Loki as he kept me on the couch, the food was put away, dishes loaded into the dishwasher, and counters wiped in less than five minutes. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm naked on Loki's lap, my body humming and sticky from the sex with Matt, James, and Thor only minutes before, it would be hard to believe everyone had been here celebrating my thirty-sixth birthday.

But they've all departed now. Back to their story universes to resume their true lives until the next visit. Chased away by Loki's refusal to let me go now that I've surrendered in our battle of wills. Still, I challenged the Black Prince's dominance, and while he regained control by directing who I fucked and how, his eyes simmer with the dark promise of retribution. I'll be paying for my bratty behaviour. God, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Rising, Loki carries me up the stairs, taking his time. He's in no hurry even as I squirm in anticipation. His leather pants and black tunic feel rough against my naked, sensitized skin. Too long has he teased me tonight. I want the layers between us gone. Damn, but I want to touch him, to run my hands and mouth over the curves and ridges of firm lean muscle. Rubbing my face against his neck, I nuzzle into his citrus, wood and leather scent. It's been too long since I've had that intoxicating male scent surrounding me, but this isn't enough. Not even close. I want his warmth pressing down on me, his scent all over me. Goddamn it... two months... two very long months.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs and entering my bedroom, I expect him to pin me to my bed, maybe even tie me to it. My heartbeat races, anticipation a taste in my tongue.

Instead, he sets me on my feet in the middle of the room, away from the bed. Away from all the furniture.

What. The. Fuck?

"Hold your arms up above your head." Pure masculine dominance infuses his tone. He expects to be obeyed. After all, who would be foolish enough to ignore Asgard's deadliest warrior and strongest mage? Okay, I would, but then, I'm his writer. Our battles are ones of wit and will, not weapons. Well, unless you count the prodigious sword he wields between his legs or his mastery of the sensual arts. Dangerous to challenge a sex god. "You remember your safe word?"

"Red," I confirm as I lift my arms up for him. So... bondage. I'm good with bondage. Well, at least with Loki, the only person I've allowed, I've trusted to tie me up. He's never failed to drive me wild with pleasure every time he's tied me up. But there's nothing to tie me to on the plain white ceiling, edged by white crown moulding. Although, now that I'm looking at it, is that a water stain by the window? Damn it. I'll need to check the shingles as the recent storms off the lake must have blown a few off. If I have a leak, I don't want it getting worse.

A rolling wave of black seidhr ripples over my arms and up to the ceiling, distracting me from my mental home repair list. When it disappears, my wrists are cuffed and attached to a heavy black link chain hanging down from my ceiling. I can't lower my hands even as far as my head. Bending down, he attaches a bar to each ankle that he then slides open, spreading to its widest extent. I can't close my legs. Loki stands back up with a black leather flogger in his hand. An honest to god flogger. Holy shit. He's only every used his hand on me before. He uses the flogger to caress both of my legs, slowly sliding the leather strips up from my inner ankle to the tops of my thighs. It's cool to the touch. My abdominal muscles quiver in scared excitement.

"You have been a very bad girl. Do you know what happens to little writers that deliberately taunt the God of Mischief?" Loki's voice has dropped into that low dangerous purr. My pulse races as I try to keep him in sight, but I lose track when he stalks behind me.