Glorious Chaos

Something you won't like (SMUT-ish.)

My heart started racing against my ribs, his voice like ice through my veins, the way it always was, causing a chain reaction of confused feelings to rush through me. I turned ever so slowly, my body stiffened, wary of the scheming intruder. My gaze lifted, finding none other than Loki to be lounging in one of the chairs in the corner of my room. He seemed surprisingly relaxed, his knees spread comfortably, the soles of his heavy boots planted firmly on the ground. His long arms were folded behind his head, the position showing how broad his chest was, while also distracting me with his impressive biceps. The sight of him had my nerves on edge. lol had done a great deal to upset me, but one thing he's never done, was invade my space. His antics had always been kept to my places in the common areas, so to find him here in my room, was all the more reason to be scared. His posture was relaxed, but the look on his face, was anything but. My stomach flipped, butterflies swarming manically, under the intensity of his cold gaze. As strange as it was, I suddenly felt very self conscious, knowing he was looking me over from head to toe, like a wolf watching its next kill. His eyes sparkled even in the barely lit room. That same danger that was in them before, was back, and this time he didn't bother disguising it. He looked far too calm, and almost at ease, as he drug his eyes back to mine, a dry smirk spreading over his flawless face. I felt myself stumble back a few steps, as he stood, his body moving dangerously languid, like a panther stalking its prey. My pulse hammered in my ears, as the tension between us grew so tightly I feared it would snap if I even breathed to hard. A shiver tore through me, as he circled around me, his boots leaving soft thuds against the carpet with each step.
"Do you enjoy this game, Lorelei?" His voice was low, his demeanor lethal. "Do you enjoy toying with me, is that it?"
"If you touch me, I'll...."
"You'll do what?" He asked, voice dripping with condescension, as he tugged at one of my curls tauntingly.
"I'll-I'll do something you won't like." My breath shuddered. Nice one, Lor. Real scary. My smart mouth always failed me under pressure.
"Is that so..." He chuckled, tucking his chin to his chest as his eyes burned into the side of my face. The room felt heavy, with him here, his presence like water filling my lungs. I saw him move out of the corner of my eye, but before I could look, I gasped, pain searing through my scalp, as he jerked my head back by the roots of my hair. The pain was unexpected, but what was more unexpected was the tingle that burst between my thighs in response to it. I whimpered, as Loki pulled my head back, the back of my head resting against his shoulder as he looked down at me, a deranged look in his eyes. "I think you'd be rather intrigued if I told you the things I like, darling."
"Let go of me.." my words fell out on a weak whisper, much to my own dismay. His free hand rested on my tummy, palm lightly grazing over the exact spot that was broiling with tension, like he was silently informing me he knew exactly how my body was reacting to his touch. In an unwanted response, the muscle beneath his hand twitched, craving more from him.
"You don't actually want me to do that, do you?" He said with amusement in his tone, his finger tips toying with the waist band of my cotton shorts, causing my breaths to come in short, sharp bursts, anticipation burning between the apex of my thighs. He was teasing me, and I knew it, but my body didn't care about reason, as the gusset of my panties grew wetter by the second.
"I-I do...."
"Tsk tsk tsk." He clicked his tongue, cutting me off. "Did you forget I can see into that pretty little head of yours, pet?" He purred, smirking at the audible gasp that passed my lips, as his finger tips slipped past the elastic of my waistband, stopping just below the fabric band. My clit was pulsing ferociously, at the proximity of his fingers, my body desperate for him to go further, while my mind tried to fight away those thoughts before he saw them.
"Loki..." my voice was supposed to hold a warning, but came out sounding more like a soft pleading, desire slowly winning the battle in my mind. I hated that he could read my thoughts as if I was writing them down for him, but my body craved his touched. Every fiber of me was begging to know what it would be like to take a lover who knew exactly what it took to please me, without me having to say a word.
"You can find out." Loki whispered against my ear, his warm breath tickling me. "It could be so easy for you. All you have to do is ask me, and I'll make your body sing with pleasure."
"You're just trying to taint me, Loki." I insisted, trying to turn him into his own thoughts, rather than mine. "Think about it? You're only trying to get a rise out of me, like always."
"Is that what you believe I've been doing? And yet you still don't understand why. You don't see how much my body yearns for your own.." He grumbled, brushing his nose along my jaw, shocking me as he inhaled deeply.
"Please, Loki..." I don't know what I want.
"Do you not know how you torture me? The effect it has on me to hear you whimpering my name like that?" Loki spoke lower his chest vibrating between my shoulders. He used the hand on my lower abdomen to press me back into him further, the pressure over those coiled muscles causing a burst of pleasure to course through me so intensely I almost didn't notice the firm, impressively sized bulge pressing into my lower back. "Do you feel what you do to me?" He breathed. "Do you feel how much I want you? How desperately I want to be buried inside of you so deeply that we become one?"
My body was shaking, a mix of anticipation, nerves, fear and desperation swirling around in my chest, like a hurricane of confusion. "Every filthy thought that forms in this beautiful mind of yours, echoes around me day and night. Begging for my attention, yet fighting every drop of it that I offer." He groaned, making me shiver as he proceeded to trace his tongue against the curve of my neck. "I watch you constantly, my mind trapped in yours, my body screaming to feel yours. My cock maddeningly hard all hours of the day. That's what you've caused." He murmured against my ear. "This is all because of you." He murmured softly. He ground his throbbing cock against my back, a hiss of air drawing between his teeth, at the feeling. My hips pressed back further, against my better judgement, a thrill washing over me, hearing that deliciously low groan.
"Gods, you are the most frustrating, infuriating tease, did you know that?" He groaned, bucking against me more urgently.
"Stay out of my mind, and you'll be fine." I told him, forcing my voice to sound as steady as possible, despite the fact that the gummy walls of my womanhood were clenching and unclenching in rhythm with his hips, begging to feel him inside of me.
My words were met with a dry chuckle. "If only it were that simple." He murmured. "Your body pulls me in like a magnet, your mind, and soul desperately reeling me in, just to push me away again. And then you have the nerve, to taunt me with Sergeant Barnes."
"W-what, no!" I gasped, suddenly remembering his real reason for coming here. His hand untangled in my hair. He moved it lower, sliding forward until his large fingers curled around my throat like a collar made of flesh. The sensation was terrifying, yet undeniably alluring. "Bucky, he...that was... nothing happened."
"But you wore his garments?" Loki reminded me with a surprising tone of nonchalance.
"Yes." I swallowed thickly.
"And you were in his bedchamber?" He said.
"Yes, but only to..."
"Only to what, dearest?" He demanded in a soft voice, though his words were spoken in demand.
"I was just talking to him." I whispered out, scared my voice would fail me if I spoke any louder.
"About?" He pressed calmly.
"Mind control." I said in a flurry.
"And nothing else?"
"Well, yes...but it was...he was just messing around." My face reddened, praying Loki didn't find that conversation in my mind.
"If anyone, and I do mean anyone, Darling. Is going to help satiate this wicked little body of yours, it will be me." Loki reminded me, speaking as if he were only talking about the weather. "I don't want you near him anymore."
"I swear, nothing happened between me and Bucky." Bucky's my friend.
"No." He smiled wantonly. "I'm well aware. But he wanted it to." He tilted his head to watch my face, amused by the horrified expression I wore towards his accusation. "Oh, you didn't know that, did you? Your metal armed man think nearly as loudly as you. I've seen all of the thing he wants to do with you, and to you. He didn't tell you?"
"N-no." I swallowed hard, the pressure of his hand around my throat making it difficult. "He didn't."
"So pretty, but so stupid." Loki chuckled, rubbing small circles against the flesh of my lower tummy, the feeling distracting me from his words, as my body begged for something more. Wanting his fingers to go just a few inches lower. "Barnes has craved you nearly as long as I have. It's a shame." Loki spoke almost to himself "You belong to me, Lorelei. And I do not share."
Hearing his verbal claim over me infuriated me, but my body didn't get the memo, my hips rolling against his again.
"Loki, please..." my words were meant to tell him to stop, but he had other thoughts, his hand slipping fully into my shorts. A pornographic moan tore out of my chest, as his cool fingers ghosted over my swollen clit, sending a tidal wave of electricity through my whole body.
"My, my, such a sensitive little thing, you are. And you're soaked for me." Loki hummed in approval, moving his fingers in tight, feather light circles, giving only enough pressure to drive me crazy, but not to offer any relief. "Say it."
I gasped, too focussed on the small, pleasurable waves that lapped against my core, sending tingles down my legs. What were we talking about? What was I supposed to say?
"Say that you belong to me." He demanded, hating how easily I retreated into my mind, running from the reality of what was happening. He pressed his fingers against my clit more firmly, making me cry out, my hips bucking gently to meet his fingers, lost in the feeling. "Say you belong to me, or I will force you to feel every drop of pleasure, and I wont let you cum. I will leave you teetering on the precipice, begging for mercy, and earning no relief, do you understand?"
"Please Loki, stop." I whined, shaking my head back and forth. Despite my protest, my body ground back into him, the feeling of his hard cock making me tremble.
"Say. It." He snapped sternly, his controlling demeanor doing things to me, that I couldn't explain.
"I-I'm—fuck—no—-I..." my words came out broken, separated by moans as his fingers worked my clit with precision and expertise of a god who was born for pleasure,along me feel so good with just his finger tips, more than any man ever had before. "Oh, my God, Loki...please..."
"I am your god." He growled against my ear, his grip tightening against my throat slightly "Now, fucking say it."
"I'm yours.." the words fell from my lips absentmindedly, as my muscles started coiling, orgasm seconds away. "I'm belong to you Loki."
"Only me?" He demanded softly.
"Only you." I gasped, my body shaking as every nerve inside my body started to spark to life. "I'm only yours....fuck."
"Good girl. Was that so hard?" He purred, pressing a kiss to my temple. "It's a shame, really."
"What?" I asked, trying hard and almost failing at paying attention to his words. A few more strokes of his fingers, and I would cum harder than I ever had before.
"It's a shame, that you look so pretty when you're about to cum. It's a bigger shame, that after two years of your torment, and your teasing, that now you don't get to."
"Loki..." I gasped in warning, as my body started to tremble against his chest, but body trying desperately to cum.
"Please, I'm begging you, don't stop." I whined, willing to try anything.
"That doesn't sound like begging to me." He said with a dramatic flare of disappointment. "You can do better than that. Go on, give it your best."
My teeth sunk into the flesh of my lip, the metallic tang of blood on my tongue from the pressure. "P-please. Please, don't stop, Loki. It feels so good, I wanna cum..please let me cum..please, I'll be so good..."
"Oh, that is a beautiful sound. Al's, pet, you need to learn a lesson, so my answer remains,,.no." He shushed me. "You can't come without my permission. Whether you like it or not."
"I-I..."
"You what?" Loki taunted "You think you can do it yourself? Think your precious Sergeant Barnes could help you?" He sneered, his fingers unrelenting. "You can't. Your body won't let you."
"How?" I gasped, my nails digging into his forearm, as I toed the line of orgasm, but couldn't pass it no matter how much I wanted to."
"It's a simple spell, really." He hummed thoughtfully. "Consider it punishment. I wanted you to come crawling to me, begging, and desperate for me. But you just wouldn't cooperate, so I had to come to you. I had to initiate. I tried hard not to, I wanted you to come to me of your own free will, but....ive realized you're too head strong, too stubborn to be making such choice yourself. So now, you'll only come when I say, you'll only feel pleasure when I provide it."
"You're sick." I gasped, my nerves alive like live wires, making me feel like I was pressed into an electric fence, with no escape.
"You say that now, little one. But you'll come to me." He assured me, sliding his hand from my throat, to cradle my jaw, forcing me to turn my head and look at him. "You're going to beg me to fuck you, Lorelei. And oh, fuck you I will. Your body will break for me, and you'll demand more when I'm done. You belong to me. You said so yourself, and those words are binding. By saying that, you've allowed me access to you that I couldn't reach before. You are bound to me, owned by me. And that will never change. Not so long as I wish it to be."
"You're a monster." I cried, tears welling in my eyes from both anger, and sexual frustration. Loki didn't speak, but instead, slid his hand lower resting his open palm against my chest, his thumb and first finger still resting at the base of my throat. A warm vibration heated the skin under his palm, a sudden tension forming against my throat, with a soft golden light glowing from it. Loki removed his hand from my chest, waving it dramatically as a hand held mirror appeared in his grasp. He held it up for me, allowing me to see what he had down. I started in horror, my eyes wide, as I stared at my reflection. Around my throat, was a fine, impossibly thin golden chain, fitted like a choker. From it, hung a tiny golden charm in the shape of two snakes coiling around each other, the detail of it so intricate, and beautiful, for something so small.
"You will wear this. Day and night it will remain around your throat, serving as a reminder of who you belong to." He stated firmly, his fingers tracing over the delicate chain, making me shiver. It was a collar. There was no need to say it, it was clear from the look of it, and from his words. He was marking ownership of me, as if I were a bitch in heat, that he wanted to keep tethered near by. My hand lifted, prepared to destroy it, by yanking it away. A chain this delicate would surely snap with ease.
"You'd be wrong." Loki warned, answering my thoughts. "It is Asgardian gold, incredibly strong. And I enchanted it. You couldn't remove it, even if you wanted to." My lips parted to speak, my words vanishing as lol Loki began to make fast, deliberate strokes with my fingers, my body almost doubling over at the wave of pleasure, mixed with overstimulation. If Loki hadn't wrapped his arm around me in that moment. He was holding me against his chest.
"You'd look stunning." He whispered against my ear. "When you're ready to accept your fate, you know where to find me darling. I suggest you be urgent." And with that, he vanished with a swell of golden light, leaving me slow once again. My gulps are air with loud in my empty room, by body trembling. The loss of his touch, the feeling of being literally a second from an orgasm but unable to reach it, feeling almost painful. I whined, burying my face in my hands, as his words replayed in my mind. I ran to the bathroom, needing to see the chain around my neck, to believe this wasn't just other intense dream, and I hadn't imagined all of it. I stared into the mirror, my eyes tracing the necklace around my throat. It was real. I tucked my fingers underneath of the chain, yanking it as hard as I could. Nothing happened to the necklace, and all that had done, was cause a sharp pain against the flesh of my throat, from the tension. Goddamn it!