Loki backed away for a moment and positioned my wrists above my head, absently stroking the silk scarf as he did so. It was obvious he liked the feel of the fabric. I thought absently that I might like it a little more if it wasn’t binding my wrists together. The knot was tight enough to stay tied and to hold my wrists securely, but loose enough that it wasn’t cutting off my circulation or hurting me.
He chuckled and manifested another scarf out of thin air. He leaned over and kissed my eyelids gently, then draped the cloth over my eyes, then passed one end of it under my head and tied it near my temple.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
I felt him place a single finger against my lips.
“Shhhh,” he hissed softly. “Be silent or I will tie another one around your pretty mouth.”
I pressed my lips together as if to show that I would obey. I felt his lips touch mine in a chaste kiss, then opened my mouth to his as his next kiss claimed me.
Good girl, he complimented me mentally as I funneled all of my attention to the soft, warm sensations coming from my lips and mouth. He twined his tongue around mine, stroking it softly before he withdrew. I craned my neck, trying to follow him upward as he ended the kiss, but he was beyond my reach. He placed a finger on my lips again, closing my open mouth as he placed soft kisses on my jawline and around to my ear, then down my neck.
I was acutely aware of each kiss as he continued downward over my collarbone and to the center of my chest. His hair was draping below his ears and brushing over my breasts, a soft stroking that I could feel all the more since I could not see him. He kissed each breast and nipple while lightly running a warm finger around the circumference of each one, then exhaled a breath that covered my whole chest in warm air. I sighed deeply.
I felt him smile against my sternum before he continued his path down to my navel and over my abdomen. He used both hands to trace the lines of my pelvic bone toward the center, where he nuzzled into my curly hair and exhaled another breath that passed between my legs. It tickled warmly. My muscles clenched, moving my legs together.
“No, no, no…” he scolded gently while sitting up and using both hands to separate my thighs. I moved at his soft insistence, my knees bending naturally while he placed my legs where he wanted them. He ran his hands up my legs to the knee, then slowly back down. Warm sparkles followed his fingers. I heard his leather pants creak as he bent over, his face close to my crotch. He let out another warm breath that made me tighten all the muscles down there. He slid one long finger into me, then two, carefully exploring my insides.
I could feel that he was watching me, waiting for certain reactions while he probed within. It made me slightly uncomfortable.
Relax, he said into my head. You are a puzzle, true; but puzzles were made to be solved. While he spoke, he found a place with his fingertips that made me jump. There’s a piece right there. With that, he removed his fingers and sucked on them to remove the moisture, then ran his tongue over the entire opening. My eyes jerked open underneath the blindfold and my whole body tensed. For a moment, I didn’t breathe.
That’s right, my dear, he crooned into my head, then he did it again. His tongue was so warm and silky and firm all at the same time that I closed my eyes again in pleasure and focused on the source of the feeling. Then he used his tongue to probe inside, sliding in and out with much more gentle pressure than he had applied with his fingers. He alternated back and forth, first outside, then in, taking me on a seesaw of sensation that felt like ocean waves rolling inside my body.
It felt absolutely wonderful for a time, then I could feel the tide receding, the sensations fading.
Not this time, he thought angrily, plunging his fingers inside me again and reaching for that hidden area. He found it. I gasped as he thrust harder and faster, each time running his fingers over the nerves within. The excitement built inside me, the waves crashing into the shore once more as I pushed against his hand.
Take me over, I begged mentally. Oh, please God, take me.
“Say my name,” he instructed aloud, a smile on his face that I could hear in his voice.
Loki, my mind chanted in time with the waves. Lokilokilokilokilokilokilokilokiloki.
“Close enough,” he chuckled softly. He rubbed his thumb up the outside and a sudden surge of electricity emanated from his touch that shot through me like lightning.
My body exploded in a rain of fireworks. Every nerve lit up, every tiny spark ricocheted around the inside of my mind and left me burning in a lava of pleasure. Colors lit up the inside of my closed eyes in psychedelic patterns while I gasped for breath and cried with the sheer overwhelming sensation. It seemed to go on forever.
“Who do you belong to, my dear?” he whispered while the psychedelic patterns faded to black.
You.
He knelt over me and removed the scarf from my eyes so that I could see his face. His green eyes were so dark and intense that I could lose myself in them.
“Who?”
Ohhhhhh Loki… my mind answered, while my voice whispered, “You, my lord.”
Loki nodded as he smiled lecherously.
“Correct, my dear. You’re mine.”
