The Wrong God (Loki X Female Reader) SMUT

Chapter 6, Day 3 Part 1 (SMUT)

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT
TRIGGER WARNING: this story contains elements of power exchange and sex scenes are influenced by my CNC kink. If such sex scenes, of being forced, or being taken advantage of, bother you, then this story is not for you!

I didn't have to be awake. Since I wasn't 'technically' a servant here, it wasn't required for me to get up and help with anything.  But my mind was restless and had me tossing and turning all morning. 

I jolted when there was a sudden knock on my door. 

"Excuse me, miss" Someone called out thought the door

"Yes?" I gritted through my teeth

"Prince Loki has summon you to his quarters," she spoke

Oh, you've got to be kidding me. He's summoned me? I rolled my eyes as I called out, "Cant I refuse?" 

I could hear the shakiness in her voice as she replied, "Oh no miss. I wouldn't do that if I were summoned by Prince Loki"

Not showing up would put a target on my back and most certainly get me in trouble. It would just be best to play along with his little game. If I only I could figure out what he wants, then maybe it will make it a little easier to deal with him. 

I got dressed and headed to Loki's suite. 

"You summoned me?" I announced sarcastically as I entered his room. I found him standing in front of a mirror with only his pants on. His chest was completely bare. And despite having a thin figure, his muscles were well defined. I quickly redirected my eyes from his back side up to his face in the mirror. 

"You sure enjoyed taking your time" he grinned at me from the mirror without turning around to face me. 

I raised my eyebrows as I grinned back, wondering if I found something that made him tick, "Does that annoy you?" 

"On the contrary," he turned around, "It gives me time to think about what we're going to do"

I brought my hand up to my face to cover the slight laugh escaped my mouth as I whispered, "You are absolutely unbelievable."

"I have rather important meeting today and I want you to finish dressing me" his hands waved down at his bare chest.

I tried to keep myself from scanning over his figure as I responded, "That is a very odd request. Shouldn't you have a professional dress you, if it's so important?" 

"Ah, but where's the fun in that," He spoke as he motioned to the fabric resting over a nearby chair, "Besides, we wont have any distractions here."

"You do realize I have no idea what I'm doing." I mentioned as I walked over and picked up the pieces. He didn't care to respond as he turned back to the mirror and watched me intently as I moved behind him with the fabric. 

Being this close to him was going to be a difficult task. I shouldn't have, but I kept wondering what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair with my body pressed against him. 

I fasten his tunic and stepped back to admire my work. But my pride was short lived when he commanded, "Take it off and start again"

I looked up to meet his eyes. He had a stern gaze, but it wasn't too serious as I could still see some playfulness shinning through. 

"Can I at least have some direction?" I shrugged at him. 

But he didn't answer. He remained silent as I untied and unbuttoned his top. I attempted to put it on a different way but before I could finish he said, "That's not good at all. Do it again"