I see you || Loki

27. Held Hands

It was one thing for Loki to command your hands to stay in place. You didn't mind that—in fact, you loved it—but you could always disobey if you wanted to. After all, the only thing that kept your hands in position was you.

For him to tie them, however...

You tugged at the length of rope that Loki had wound around your wrists, binding them together. He hadn't secured you to anything. Not yet, anyway. You knelt on his bed, naked except for the rope. It was emerald green, soft to the touch, and wrapped halfway to your elbows. Loki let the free end rest loosely in his hand.

"How does it feel, pet?" he asked.

You cocked your head to the side, examining the careful binding from all sides and tugging at it again. It wasn't tight—certainly not painful—but you couldn't hope to get out of it. Static buzzed just behind your temples. Nerves... and something else that made you hot all over.

"It's..."—you bit your lip, unsure how to explain the mix of feelings—"secure."

Loki smirked. "I suppose that's the point. What I wanted to know was whether that feeling appeals to you."

"I'm not sure," you said. You flexed your hands, feeling the way the rope adjusted to accommodate the motion. Loki waited for you to continue. You looked up at him. "You aren't going to leave me in here alone again, are you?" A flash of indignation ignited at the memory of Loki fastening you to the bed.

"No, sweet," he said, pulling you forward so he could place a kiss to the tip of your nose. "Not like this. You'll have my undivided attention." When you didn't respond, he prompted you again. "Do you like it?"

"I"—you flexed your hands again—"I think I do."

"Brave girl." Loki ran the end of the rope through his hands, winding it and unwinding it around his palm.

You watched him do so for a minute, waiting for whatever came next until you weren't certain something would come next. "What now?" you asked.

Loki laughed. "You're so impatient, spitfire." He pulled the end of the rope, a sudden jerk that yanked you off balance and tumbled you into him. He caught you, one arm around your waist, the other over the binding that covered your wrists. "What happens now," he said, "is that I get to see just how far you'll go before you fall apart in my arms."

You swallowed. Yes, please.

Loki nudged you until you laid backwards, then stretched your arms over your head and secured the loose end of the rope to the headboard.

Momentary panic fluttered through your veins. You pulled at the rope, the tether holding you securely from moving. Loki could do whatever he wanted with you like this. He could leave entirely—promises or no—and you couldn't do anything about it.

Loki brushed your hair from your face, murmuring soothing nonsense. "It's alright, love. I'm still here."

You swallowed. Stars, this was madness. You should never have agreed to this. Loki traced lines down your body with his fingers, running across your ribcage, over your stomach. It was a tease—of course, it was a tease. Loki had you at his mercy, exactly as he always wanted. He was under no obligation to do anything more than taunt you and you were in no position to make him regret that decision. Minutes passed and, whether you wanted to or not, you relaxed into the feeling. Loki would do as he willed; you couldn't change that. All you could do was enjoy his attentions. Once you came to that conclusion, your body seemed to melt into the bed.

Loki seemed satisfied by that. "I don't have any rules for you this time," he said. "But, if I ask you a question, I would like you to answer it. Do you understand?"