Say my name

Loki

You finish your shower, dry off, wrap the towel around yourself and open the door. Loki is sitting in the next room holding some dry clothes for you.

Y/N: "Aw...are those for me? So sweet. My capture is giving me clean clothes. How thoughtful" you say sarcastically.

Loki grins, and replies "Well pet, I could just leave you without. Strap you back down with nothing on."

Y/N: "Is that your fantasy, Loki? Having a woman naked, strapped down to your bed, at your mercy? Able to do whatever your darkest desires crave?"

Loki: "That is a delicious image, Y/N."

Y/N: "Holding someone against their will, forcing them to fulfill your fantasies?"

He stands, head to toe black suit. Fuck. Why does he look so good? He sets the clothes he has for you down on the chair, takes off his jacket, and walks towards you. You are clutching the top of your towel, roll your eyes and look down. His fingers grip your face, forcing you to look at him.

Loki: "oh there's no forcing, Princess. You said it yourself....that thing I do with my tongue is so good... even though you haven't actually felt it..." you close your eyes. Not wanting to remember. "Or do you need a reminder?", he grabs you around the waist, pulling you against him and places his hand on your head.

Flashes from the dressing room invade your memories again. His fingers curling inside of you, his tongue on your clit. Back arching, stifled moans trying to escape your mouth while he made you cum.

Loki: "Or this?", and he forces you to remember the images he put in your mind of being with him and Bucky at the same time. "You may not want to admit it, pet, but you are curious. The soldier awakened something in you...but you have never been with a god....and the way I can make you scream....is something I will make you crave".

Don't do this. He is manipulating your emotions. You know he has the power to make you think and feel however he wants. You are fighting against everything in you, but you feel it. Bucky. Think about Bucky. You feel Loki's hand slide down and grip your throat.

Loki: "Focus Y/N...." Your eyes meet his, and it snaps. He sees it and his eyes go dark. "There she is..."

Before you know what is happening, you are grabbing his shirt, pulling him to you. His lips crashing onto yours. Something primal ignites in your core. Shock waves firing through your system. His hands move up to your hair, pulling it, giving him access to your neck. He moves across your chin, down the sensitive spot on your neck. Kissing and biting you, making you a moaning fucking mess.

Suddenly your back hits the wall, both of his hands are grabbing the towel wrapped around you, ripping it off and throwing it the floor. He's looking at you with dark, demanding eyes. He closes the gap between you 2, placing his hand on your chest, slowly raising it until he's gripping your throat again, gently squeezing. His eyes don't leave yours. Fuck....you are throbbing at this point. He reaches his other hand up, rolling your nipple in his fingers, watching as your eyes close at the feeling. He repeats this with your other nipple, feeling you arch into him.

He leans in next to your ear and whispers, "Tell me what you want princess?" You feel a boldness come over you, (no doubt his doing, controlling your mood), but you looked up at him, towering over you, and replied "I want your head buried between my fucking thighs". His eyes closed, almost like it was ecstasy hearing those words fall out of your mouth. His fingers left your nipple, he squeezed your throat a little harder. His knee forced in between your legs, using his feet to separate yours. His other hand trailed down your stomach, immediately finding your dripping cunt, running his fingers in your folds.