I can't do this on my own- oh God I need your help

[chishionotenshi]

Whether she wanted to be or not, Phillipa was in Loki’s bed. Strangely, she had never really given it much thought before. All of their time had been spent in her rooms, and her bed. There had been a picture in her mind, however, and this was not quite it.

It was not as large and overstated as the outer room had been. On the other hand, it did hold them both quite comfortably. Well, somewhat comfortably, given how close Loki was holding her. Although snuggling was something she had missed, she knew very well that his arm must be going to sleep, because hers certainly was.

Easing it away from him, she ended up waking him. “I did tell you that you cannot leave yet.”

“I’m not trying to leave. I’m trying to have the same number of arms in the morning.”

“Oh? So I do not have to persuade you to remain?” he purred, putting his hands on her waist to draw her back in. “I can be very persuasive.”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Phillipa tried, but he had her pinned down on her back and was already pulling up her shirt. Further sleep would have to wait.

“Indeed I do,” he breathed in her ear. “It is past time that I brought you pleasure.”

“Not what I meant,” Phillipa began, but he was already kissing his way down to her breasts. Apparently there would be no further talking. Damn it, she ought to have the willpower to resist- she lost track of her thoughts when he took a nipple into her mouth and nibbled gently.

“I have missed you,” he murmured between kisses to her flesh. “Missed every last piece of you.”

He slid a finger inside of her, and Phillipa was embarrassed to find that he had absolutely no difficulty. As he probed gently, he continued nipping and sucking on her breasts. Naturally, she gave in. She had missed him too.

All too soon, Loki abandoned her breasts and pulled back the blankets to expose her completely. Without protest, she slipped off her pajama pants, quickly followed by her panties. After a soft kiss, Loki turned his attention to her exposed lower half. Encouraging her to spread her legs, he nuzzled her inner thigh.

“Your skin is so soft,” he said quietly before kissing a line up from her knee toward where she very much wanted him to go. But just before he reached it, he turned his head and let his lips caress her left leg. As he repeated this tease, Phillipa ended up arching her back to attempt to catch his mouth. Ever the trickster, he simply grinned at her.

“Oh, Loki,” Phillipa moaned. “Please.”

“Is this not what you wish? Did you not request that we slow down?”

“That is not what I meant!”

“And what did you mean, my own?” Loki asked, crawling back up to cover her body with his own.

Rational answers fleeing her mind, Phillipa reached up to pull him closer. “I don’t know. I don’t care. Please, Loki.”

Against her lips, he asked breathily, “Please what? Tell me your desire, my own.”

“Loki, please, please, I want you.”

Lightly kissing her lips, he urged, “Tell me what you want from me.”

“Please, I want you to make me-” Phillipa stopped and blushed. She could not quite say it. Nuzzling her cheek, Loki murmured,

“Tell me, my own.”

Face burning, Phillipa whispered, “Please make me cum, Loki.”

“Oh, I promise you, my own, you will orgasm many times tonight,” Loki said darkly, his fingers suddenly rubbing against her clitoris. “I have missed a week’s worth of opportunities to make you cum and that is unconscionable. Let me start to make amends.”

“Ah, Loki!” Phillipa cried out as he pinched and rubbed circles vigorously.

“Give in. Give in to me, my own.”

Losing her control entirely, Phillipa came. But Loki did not pause. As his fingers kept on driving her wild, he moved his mouth from her lips to her breasts. His slid two fingers back inside of her, his thumb paying attention to her clit. Not even her little squeal of dismay made him do more than chuckle. At her next climax, he slid down further still, tongue darting out to taste her. Without pause, he laved and sucked, fingers still fucking her.

Shocked at his persistence, Phillipa nevertheless enjoyed the attention. She had missed him- missed this all too much for only a week apart. His tongue was very clever, carrying her relentlessly to a third orgasm. Gasping, she finally got her hands on his head and found her own tongue.

“Wait, please. I need to breathe.”

“Oh, I do not intend that you should breathe,” he purred, but he paused to cuddle her. “And have you enjoyed it all so much that you need this pause?”

“Yes,” Phillipa admitted, burying her face in his chest. How shameful!

“Sweet,” he murmured into her hair.

As she started to relax again, he ran his hands over her skin, in increasingly sensual motions. Before she could protest, he pressed his mouth against hers. Lips parted, and his tongue slid inside of her mouth. From there, everything seemed to escalate quickly. Somehow his clothes disappeared and she could feel his penis rubbing against her thigh.

“It is my turn now,” he told her, guiding her hand to stroke him.

Would he fuck her tonight, she had to wonder as she caressed his cock. He was so hard! And he seemed to want to own her. Phillipa could hardly protest his wish, given how much she wanted him as well. She wanted them to be as one, now and always.

“Can we-” she began to ask, but he gently eased her hand off of his cock.

“I know what you desire, my own, but we cannot. Soon, I promise,” he assured her, and then abruptly pulled her on top of him. “Until that time, I believe you know what I suggest.”

Phillipa certainly did. She could hardly contain herself at the feeling of his penis sliding between her legs. With a grunt, he urged her to move her hips. She was so slick, they had no trouble. Once she began, he reached up to grab her breasts.

“Magnificent,” he groaned, tugging on her nipples.

“Oh, Loki,” she sighed longingly. “I missed you.”

“Did you miss me? Or is this what you have been missing?” he asked, using his hands to pull her hips back and forth more viciously. Gasping, Phillipa followed the movements with enthusiasm. He would always be the only one to make her feel this way.

Sitting up now, he used pillows to brace himself as he started to add his own thrusts. His cock rubbed ever more harshly against her clitoris, and Phillipa began, as always, to long for him to fuck her. Tonight, however, she only leaned forward to kiss him. She could not stop moaning enough to mingle tongues with him. His hands cupped her breasts, fingertips nudging her stiff nipples.

“Cum for me,” he ordered in a tense voice. “Show me our love enduring.”

“Ah! Loki, I’m-”

He called out as she orgasmed, “Oh, Ani!”

Although startled, Phillipa was too busy savoring his hot spurts falling on her stomach. His semen pooled where she sat on him as they panted. Raising his hands to her face, Loki smiled at her.

“My beautiful Ani,” he breathed. “Come, my heart’s own; come and pleasure me.”

Shyly, Phillipa responded to his request. She would not have expected him to be willing for more or able so soon. Kissing him gently, she traced her hands over his chest, relearning the feel of his skin. Muscles tensed when she let her right hand slide down to his stomach. Lips pulling from his, she leaned her head down to taste his jaw, then his neck and collarbone.

Running her fingers through his chest hair, Phillipa met his gaze as she gently reached for his cock. The obvious pleasure in his face decided her. She scooted until her mouth was right over his penis. Tentatively, she flicked her tongue out to taste not only his own flavor, but also her juices from their earlier exertions. Looking down on her, Loki brushed her hair back from her face affectionately.

“Yes, suck me.”

Carefully, Phillipa licked his penis all over, from tip to base, tracing veins with her tongue. He gasped the moment she took the whole head of his cock into her mouth. When he grasped her hair in his hands, she gently rubbed her tongue against the underside of his cockhead, where she knew he loved it.

His cry only encouraged her as she began to bob her head over his penis. Although it strained her jaw to do so, he had given her so much pleasure. It felt right to return the favor.

Before she could get too into her rhythm, Loki urged her to release his cock. Locking lips with her, he rolled her over once again. Instantly, he sought her clitoris. As she moaned and rocked against his hand, Loki leaned down to bite her neck.

“You love this,” he growled, and bit her again. “You dirty woman.”

“Yes, oh yes!” Phillipa gasped, tilting her head to expose more of her throat.

Kissing the bite, he left her hoping for more. Meanwhile, Loki sat back on his haunches, slowly stroking himself as he persisted in his teasing of her clitoris. She reached for him, and he allowed her to grasp his cock. As a reward, he slid fingers inside of her. He matched her pace, leaving her nearly breathless once again.

This time she climaxed first, hips bucking upward. “Oh, Loki!”

As she recovered, he watched her with hungry eyes. She let her breathing slow, reaching out again for him. But he caught her wrist, holding her back. Phillipa looked up at him in confusion. He bent over her, dragging her hand down to her dripping pussy.

“I know that while I was gone, you had to tend to yourself. Show me, filthy woman.”

So urged, Phillipa gave in. His gaze was piercing as she pinched her own nipples. Although she had managed to orgasm on her own during the week they had been separated, it was nothing like what he had given her in this short time. Even her finger over her clitoris, sensitive as it was, did not provide the same level of pleasure. She tried to obey him, but her own skills were just not enough.

Sighing with frustration, Phillipa looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, Loki, I can’t do this on my own. I need you.”

He pounced. With his hands replacing her own, he allowed her to once again take hold of his cock. As he roughly finger-fucked her pussy, thumb rubbing against her clit, he grabbed the back of her neck in his free hand and growled in her ear,

“You belong to me, Ani. Only I will ever make you feel this way.”

In her grasp, his cock twitched and she was surprised to feel his cum landing on her thigh. But this did not cause him to pause even for a moment. Pushing her down on the bed, he put his lips to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. As she started to orgasm, he even put his teeth on it, and that brought a scream to her lips. He held tightly to her hips as she came, preventing her from stopping him bringing her to another orgasm almost immediately after, courtesy of his tongue.

Panting, she accepted his more gentle embrace. They lay entwined, his hands lightly tracing random patterns over her skin. She tucked her head against his chest, reveling in his warmth and scent of his sweat. Loki kissed her hair, as he had before.

“Now you will sleep well, my Ani,” he murmured, pulling the blankets over them. “I promise you, I will not let you go. I love you so.”

“I love you, too, Loki,” Phillipa whispered back, accepting now that he would always call her by that name. On his lips, it sounded so tender and sweet. Her fear had quietly slipped away throughout the course of their lovemaking. No one else had ever given her such a gift. She silently gave herself permission to carry on loving him. Who else could possibly make her feel so safe and loved?
***

Although his pacing annoyed Natasha to no end, Clint could not make himself stop. It was pace back and forth or go hunt down Coulson’s suddenly wayward child and give her the scolding of a lifetime. Given what Agatha must have blistered her with, Clint suspected he was not cut out to match that. Thus the restless walking.
It was already nine-thirty, over ten hours since she had walked into the bathroom and disappeared from it at the same time. At this point, they were only two hours away from being forced to formally notify the director that Phillipa had run off. If she did not march in that front door, there would be hell to pay. And most of it would directed at Clint and Natasha for failing to stop her. But where the hell had she gone? Even Lexi, with her impressive grapevine network had no idea.
As Natasha took a deep breath to tell him, for the tenth time, to sit down and stop driving her up the wall, the doorknob rattled. Someone grumbled briefly, and then there was the sound of a key in the lock. Both spies exchanged glances, and Clint gave Natasha his arm, so that she could stand to face whoever was coming in. It turned out to be-
“Phillipa Anne Coulson, what the hell time do you call this?” Clint demanded.
Sleepy-eyed, Phillipa glanced at the clock and said innocently, “Nine thirty-seven?”
As Clint struggled not to swear immediately, Natasha raised an eyebrow and asked, “Where have you been? You left your shower running, you know. I can’t wait to hear the landlord complain about your two-hour shower habit.”
“Oh,” Phillipa said. “Oops.”
“Where were you?” Clint finally managed to say, having deleted every expletive from the sentence.
“Not here,” Phillipa told him and yawned. “I’m going to bed. You can leave through the front door or whatever.”
Shocked by her complete nonchalance, he had to query, “Are you on drugs?”
“Oh, wouldn’t that be nice,” she said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “That would give you a reason to run me in, or whatever the hell it is you’ve been waiting to do since you broke in through my window- and yes, I know you come in through it because I leave it open a crack. If you have any questions I would actually answer, could you get them out? I am exhausted.”
“And why are you exhausted?” Natasha instantly asked, better at this sort of questioning than Clint would be, or wanted to be, for that matter.
“Aside from the obvious? I have been out all night, you know.”
“Out doing what?” Then Natasha peered hard and added, “Or should I say, who?”
With a look of pure chagrin, Phillipa admitted, “I went to see Walter. And yes, we did. . . things. Can I go to bed now?”
“I thought you were done with Walter,” Clint exclaimed, genuinely amazed.
“He apologized,” she said simply. “Bedtime.”
“But-” Natasha, however, cut Clint off with a cautionary hand. With a last wave, Phillipa went into the bedroom. A serious creak let them know she had thrown herself full length on the bed. There were no further squeals of metal protest, which suggested she was going to sleep like that, without even adjusting to a comfortable position.
“We’re letting it go?” Clint demanded of Natasha, but quietly.
“She just gave us a very important clue to the identity of ‘Walter,.’ She can sleep in for now.”
“Clue?”
Rolling her eyes, Natasha pointed out, “He has to live on or very near the campus.”
“Why- her pajamas.”
“Exactly.”
It made sense, as a theory. Only people with strong constitutions or low standards would travel around in their sleeping gear. Raised by Coulson and Agatha, Phillipa saw pajamas as sleepwear only, no matter how close to acceptable they might be for other people. If she had needed to go a long way to get to her former lover, she would have dressed. “Walter” might live in this very building. Given that their closer surveillance had only started after their separation, it was an easy clue to miss.
This meant they would have to sweep a net over the neighborhood, though. It could take days to come up with the actual identities of everyone who was living within a short walk of Phillipa’s dorm. They would have to sacrifice time they should spend checking up on her mental health. But it would be what the director wanted them focused on- especially since she had made no moves that suggested more than grief.
No way in hell, however, was Clint going to share this idea with Coulson. Hints of the results of the Centipede mission had reached his ears already, and he did not want Coulson directing his (righteous) rage and energy to this. He would get the reassurance that Phillipa was alive and seemingly well and be grateful for it. The rest he could live without for now.
***
This time, Phillipa’s awakening was nice and cozy. Of course, it had been quite cozy earlier, when Loki had woken her with promises of food and a bath. Then again, there had also been other promises fulfilled, which had been equally enjoyable. Or perhaps a little more.
Stretching out in her bed, Phillipa contemplated how differently she slept with Loki. No imagination, she scolded violently, slept in the same bed as Loki, not- all right, they had a lot of variety everywhere. But what she had originally meant was that in her own bed, she tended to sprawl to the point of being in danger of inadvertently ending up on the floor, but when sharing the space with him, she snuggled up into a tight little ball.
A happy one, though, she thought. Just knowing he was close had been very comforting. As he had quietly sworn, she had had no bad dreams. And his tender waking, with both soft words and gentle kisses, had been everything she wanted between them.
He had left for a while, with a gentle injunction against leaving his rooms because he feared she would become lost. Loki had also told her not to touch anything. So, not quite dressed except for the loan of one his shirts, Phillipa had looked around his bedroom. It was, most likely, the most intimate glimpse of his early life she would have for some time. Those wounds still ran deep. One conversation about it had been enough to clue her in to that.
Books, scrolls and piles of paper were nearly everywhere, lending truth to his claim that he had spent much of his time reading and studying. The tapestries on the walls were works of art made by his mother, depicting mostly nature. Only a pile of armor and weaponry in one corner suggested his talents on the battlefield- and his loss of stature within the realm. Phillipa did wonder why he had stayed, but that subject had not yet been broached. After being held prisoner, he was suddenly free. But, perhaps he was not so unfettered as he would have hoped. Phillipa knew how family could bind people even long after they had gone their separate ways.
His things were not the only clutter in the space. The enormous loom in the corner, with a partially finished weaving, had been his mother’s. The skill was well beyond Phillipa’s understanding, but as she peered at the threads already completely enmeshed, she saw a hint of a pattern. For quite some ways, they ran straight and simply in blocks of red, grey, gold, blue and green. Then the red disappeared completely.
After that, the blue and green seemed to switch places constantly, jumping from one side to another, until the green too disappeared. But after an inch, it was back, right beside the blue. Then it started to overtake the blue, only to be minimized nearly instantly. Once again straight lines rose neatly, green beside gold, beside grey, next to blue. After six or so inches, the gold and grey both disappeared, but Phillipa could not tell if this was due to the weaving’s incompletion. And beside the green there was a new slim strip of a ghostly white. To Phillipa this made hardly any sense.
But the white thread shimmered slightly, and Phillipa reached out to touch it. As her fingertip brushed the silken strands where they bordered the green, she was suddenly thrust into a vivid recollection of last night. Loki’s fingers inside of her and his lips on her neck as he made her climax violently were as real as they had been then. She could feel his cock in her hand pulsing warmly, and hear his rough breathing just before he bit lightly at the base of her throat.
“The pattern is on the other side of the cloth,” Loki told her, startling her from the erotic memory.
“Oh, um, I didn’t- er.” Phillipa stumbled to a halt, so aroused she could hardly think. When he touched her waist, drawing her around to view the right side of the weaving, she became aware of how wet she was. The picture was not as important to her as it had been before she touched that thread.
“A family portrait,” Loki said with a trace of a sneer. “As if we ever were one.”
“What kind of thread did she use?” Phillipa asked, wondering what exactly had set off that intense recollection.
“It is not important,” Loki said dismissively. “I have our meal waiting.”
Even though she would have thought herself too shy to suggest such a thing, Phillipa heard herself ask, “Can’t it wait just a little bit more?”
The look Loki turned on her was incredulous. “Why?”
“Because I really, really want you right this minute,” she told him, settling for honesty as her best bet to get in his pants.
“My, my,” Loki purred. “Can it be that you have been naughty, my own? I did warn you not to touch anything.”
“I didn’t know you meant everything!” Phillipa complained. “Please can we-”
But Loki was already roughly turning her until she was bent over. His fingers slid down over her ass, which was no longer covered by his long shirt. When he came to her pussy, he scolded in that deep voice that sent tingles up her spine,
“You have been a bad girl after all. Feel what you have done to yourself. You are wet with dark desire, are you not? I think,” and here he paused to lean in so that his lips touched the shell of her ear, “That your naughtiness must be punished.”
In for a penny, in for a pound- or pounding, Phillipa thought. “I have been a bad girl, master. Please teach me to be better.”
Pulling her by her hair to the bed, he placed her hands on the footboard. “Oh, you cannot be taught to be better, I can see that. You are the whore who lives for this punishment. I ought to leave you this way, in tormented longing for my touch. I should let you ache for me until you would do anything to please me.”
Grabbing a fistful of hair, he pulled her head back until she looked him in the eye. “Already you are wetter, are you not? You crave my hand- my beatings. You need me to be your master so that you can be my pet slut. Tell me you would do anything just to have my punishment.”
Groaning at the rough treatment, Phillipa acknowledged, “Yes, yes, anything for you. Please, tell me what to do for you master. Tell me how to please you. I have been so bad.”
“So honest now,” Loki noted. “That would have served you well when I first asked if you had disobeyed me. No, you will not move!”
Clamping his hands over her wrists, he held Phillipa back from releasing the footboard. She looked up at him in surprise. Aside from their few bondage sessions, he had never really restrained her. And she had been allowed to writhe then.
“You will keep your hands where I have placed them and be still. Only then will you earn my forgiveness. And you will be silent.”
With that last command, Loki stepped back out of her sight. She knew she could tempt him to punish her at once, but Phillipa wondered exactly what form that punishment would take. Had he been serious about not doing anything at all? Submitting to his instructions, she tried hard to confine her writhing to the insides of her own head.
He left her waiting for what must have been at least five minutes, but, given his instructions versus her own lust, felt like triple that. Then he gently slid his shirt up her back, exposing her breasts. Holding in both her gasp and her intense longing to arch up against his touch, Phillipa realized she was in for more than she had expected. She was already hotter than she normally was when they began such play.
“Very good,” Loki purred in acknowledgement of her efforts, but he did nothing to free her from his commands.
Instead, he ran his fingers very lightly along her spine, producing goosebumps. First tracing from her tailbone up to her neck, he reversed the course, stopping just shy of her bottom. Closing her eyes and pressing her lips together tightly, Phillipa wondered why she gave in to this when she could just break away and tell him this was all too much. Then he slapped her rear, hard.
“You are thinking of giving up,” he accused. “Know that if you do, I will make you wait for pleasure again. For days, if I must.”
Tempted to turn pleading eyes on him, she remained still and silent. This time she was rewarded by a caress, as he gently cupped the cheek he had swatted. Taking the hand away, he walked around her. Stopping by her head, Loki also fell silent, leaving Phillipa in a terrible limbo.
Abruptly, his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and pulling. Only by biting very hard on her lip could Phillipa prevent herself from moving or crying out. When his fingers grasped her nipples and twisted, she thought she was lost. But after one hard tug on them, he let her go. Breathing hard through her nose, she wondered if she could stand much more of that kind of treatment.
Rather than reward her efforts, this time Loki took his hand to her ass once more. Several rapid blows, each harder than the last, warmed her rear and tested her abilities to their real limits. When she felt herself start to rise up on her toes, Phillipa thought she might just burst out with all the pleas she had been holding in. But, either out of kindness or ignorance, Loki stopped his punishing blows and stood back once more.
The only sound for the next few minutes was her panting. It seemed to fill the whole space, reminding Phillipa of how much she desperately wanted him. This was too much, she thought. She could not possibly stand any more torture.
Then, he gently took hold of her wrist and pulled it from the footboard. Pulling up the other one as well, Loki pressed his lips to hers. As they kissed, his hands traveled downward to gently squeeze her ass, sending very pleasant reminders of his punishment. He stripped her of his shirt, looking over her aroused body with every sign of enjoyment at her predicament.
“Very good,” he murmured approvingly. “You have passed the first part of your punishment. But now, my little slut, you will have to earn my forgiveness.”
Hands on her shoulders, he pressed down until she was on her knees before him. He calmly pulled off his own shirt and tossed it onto the bed. His shoes were then removed. Not yet certain of the rules, Phillipa only watched him as he divested himself of the majority of his garments. Pants still on, Loki gripped her hair in both hands.
“No hands,” he ordered, pushing her face against his crotch. “You may beg my forgiveness only with your skillful tongue.”
It was very fortunate that his pants featured only a zipper, and no hook, or else Phillipa would have been absolutely unable to obey. But, knowing what his preferences were, she did not tackle that problem at once. Instead she placed her hands behind her back and slowly kissed his already very hard penis through the fabric. Bringing her tongue into play, she outlined his cock with it. Then she gently sucked the head of his cock before returning to kissing along all she could reach. By the time she had made a very obvious wet patch, he used his hands in her hair to yank her back and command,
“Put it in your whore mouth.”
So ordered, she could only comply. Using her teeth to catch his zipper pull, with the help of his hands holding the waist in place, she slowly slid the zipper down. The moment it was undone fully, Loki shucked off his pants and pulled her face back to his penis. As hard as it had felt when covered, it looked much more in need of attention now. She could see precum dripping from the head and did not stop herself from stealing a taste. From his hiss, Phillipa knew she had done exactly what he wanted.
But he was not allowing her to stop there. Once she put her mouth on the head, he shoved his cock inside roughly. Obviously, she had done a little tormenting of her own. Pulled to and fro by his hands, Phillipa could only breathe through her nose and hope he would cum soon.
“Now lick my cock,” Loki demanded in a grating voice, allowing her to come up for air.
Obediently, she ran her tongue over his penis, flicking out to tease the line where the head met the shaft, and dipping down to taste his balls. Hands still firmly holding her hair, he pulled her where he wanted her tongue most. Eventually, she sucked just the tip into her mouth, although not told to do so. He groaned.
“Yes, suck the cum out of me, you little bitch. Swallow it.”
Almost before he could finish the sentence, Phillipa felt him spurting into her mouth. She could not hold it all, in spite of her efforts. With her hands still behind her back, the semen dripped onto the floor in front of her as she coughed and gagged on the thick texture. Meanwhile Loki was still grunting with pleasure, his abdomen flexing as though he would spill still more. Very tentatively, Phillipa licked the head one more time.
Loki yanked her to her feet, turning her until her ass was pressed against his thighs. “Fuck, you are such a whore! Even drinking my cum does not satisfy you, does it? Well, I have many tools at my disposal for dirty creatures like you.”
He had her bend over and grasp the foot of the bed once more. Then he pulled something from between the bed and footboard. It was a paddle, made of brown leather. Short-handled, it looked more than long enough to cover her whole bottom and wide enough to punish the majority of her ass from top to bottom, depending on the angle he struck her from. Bringing it in close to her face, Loki let her spend plenty of time examining it. Etched into the edges was a swirling vine of green with golden flower buds, much more feminine than she would have expected to find in his bedroom. As she breathed its scent and became aware of a warm trickle starting from her pussy, he grinned at her devilishly.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you? Shall we test it?” He bent over and the paddle vanished from her sight as he said very softly, “I think we shall.”
Loki started with a hard thwack and showed no signs of decreasing the intensity. Unlike his hand, which must eventually tire, the paddle was relentless. He could also hit both of her cheeks at once, and even her upper thighs, which he treated to similar blows. Varying the timing and location, he left Phillipa unable to tell when or where he would spank her next. She squirmed if it was too long between smacks, but Loki only seemed amused by her need. To further torture her, he even turned it sideways and rubbed the edge along her crack, making certain to tease both her asshole and pussy with the corners of it. Then, he returned to beating her rear ferociously, pounding her without ceasing for what must have been at least five solid minutes.
Suddenly he dropped the paddle to his side and jammed two of his fingers right up her cunt. “Oh, you enjoy this indeed.”
He brought the paddle before her nose, inviting her to smell it again. This time there was a distinct edge to the scent of leather. It was her own sweat clinging to the very paddle that had so harshly punished her ass. Putting it aside on the bed, Loki also removed his fingers, leaving her able only to whimper at the loss.
“Come here, you naughty thing,” Loki ordered, pulling her down onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. His cock, she quickly found out, was hard again. But he would not yet allow her to grind her hips against them, holding her firmly in place by her hips.
“Tell me: did you enjoy our new toy?” he asked, nuzzling her throat tenderly. “Was it everything you had hoped for?”
“Oh God, yes, Loki,” Phillipa babbled, fairly certain she was going to be driven to insanity by his methods. “Yes, yes, I love it.”
“As much as you love this?” he inquired archly before sinking his teeth into the flesh where her neck met her shoulder.
Bucking her hips forward despite his hands, Phillipa moaned. “Yes, yes. It’s all so good, Loki. You make me feel so good.”
“And are you good?” he purred inquisitively, before lowering his pitch dramatically. “Or are you a very bad woman?”
Given the choice, Phillipa should have said she was a good girl. After all, she kind of was. Except when faced with his undeniably arousing tactics. So it was a complete mystery to her why she looked at him with complete solemnity and said softly,
“I am a very bad girl, master.”
His grin was darkly gleeful. “Are you my bad girl?”
“Yes, master,” she said before hissing at his abrupt placement change of his hands from her hips to her breasts.
“And are you bad all over? Are these the breasts of a slut?”
“Oh, yes master,” she moaned.
Fingers twisting and pulling on her nipples, Loki asked her, “These nipples are not the nipples of a whore, are they?”
“Yes, yes they are, master,” Phillipa insisted.
“Then this ass,” and Loki spanked it with his open hand, “This ass must be the ass of a filthy bitch.
“It is,” she agreed readily.
“That must mean that this is the cunt of a dirty, naughty, bad, bad, bad little girl,” he deduced, yanking her hips forward to grind his cock against it. “And that means it must be in desperate need of attention by now. I wonder if that is so.”
“Oh, it is, master, it is! Please, please punish my dirty cunt,” Phillipa begged, well beyond amazement at what she was saying. If he would only let her cum!
“There are ways, my naughty little whore, and there are ways,” Loki said as though ignorant of how she was writhing over his cock. “I must choose the best one for you.”
“Oh, please master, please! Anything you choose is right for me,” Phillipa groaned.
“Such adorable faith,” he murmured, and then wrapped his arms around her back to crush her breasts against his chest. “What if I wanted to fuck you? Would that be right?”
“Yes, master. Please do it!”
“A tempting thought,” Loki said before releasing her again. “But, no.”
“Oh God, please master, please, I need you.”
“And what do you need me for?”
Although ashamed of needing to admit this, Phillipa could not wait any longer. “I need you to make me cum.”
“Oh, that,” he said dismissively. Taking hold of her waist, he started rubbing his cock along her cunt, leaving the remainder of her mind in tatters. Once the rhythm was established, he allowed her to take over, so that he could use his hands to tease and abuse her nipples. Just when she thought her chance to climax had finally arrived, he slipped a hand between them to pinch her clitoris between two fingers.
Phillipa lost control, screaming in delight. She hardly felt his answering gush of semen between her thighs as she whipped her hips back and forth in terrifying need. Lips kissing along her jawline, hands caressing her back as she climaxed- she felt none of Loki’s tender attentions. All she felt was her own long-sought release. When she relaxed and fell into his waiting arms at last, Phillipa was almost too worn out to consider anything more than climbing back beneath the covers of his bed.
“Satisfied?” Loki asked cheekily. “You know, it seems to me that we spend more time in bed than out of it. A very. . . perfect state of affairs.”
Curling her head on his shoulder toward his neck, Phillipa answered tiredly, “Perfect for you, maybe. You don’t have a sore ass.”
His chuckle was followed by a kiss on the top of her ear. “I think we shall have the bath first, after all. Then you will feel more refreshed.”
“If you didn’t keep spanking me,” Phillipa started to complain, but Loki stood her on her feet and growled in her ear,
“Tell me you did not like it then. Tell me not to use the paddle. Tell me this,” and he slapped her ass viciously, “Does not make you drip with desire for more.”
His hand slid between her thighs and Phillipa could hardly argue with his reasoning. No more could she resist as he began fucking her pussy with two fingers while biting her left earlobe. As his teeth moved to bite her shoulder, his thumb circled her clitoris. Humping against his hand, Phillipa was embarrassed by how quickly he melted her protests to aroused panting. Even while she writhed, Loki upped her pleasure by grasping her right nipple between two fingers. Pinching, twisting, pulling, he made her desperate for more. She kissed and licked at his shoulder and collarbone, unable to voice her needs. He seemed to know what she wanted, placing his thumb right under her clitoris and dragging it across the sensitive spot, causing the nub to pop out from under his thumb. Each forward motion triggered Phillipa’s hips to jerk forward, pulling his thumb back to the starting point.
Laughing softly, Loki slid another finger into her pussy, and put his teeth to her throat. Tongue darting out to lick the bite, he almost at once bit the spot again, teeth digging deeper still with each new nip. Finally, fingers, thumb and teeth working in concert lead her to one more orgasm. This one she muffled in his shoulder, unable to do more than cling to him in response.
“I do enjoy making you cum so easily,” Loki noted, looking down on her flushed face with obvious enjoyment. “However, we both need to move on from this.”
Shame-faced, Phillipa nodded. “I know.”
He brought her in close one more time and added in a delicious whisper, “Until this evening.”
Which lead to Phillipa dressing alone while he went to rewarm his part of the meal. Salad kept relatively well, but eggs and meats had to be reheated. Uncertain if the strange sensation in her pants was just a product of all the naughty activity, or a result of her accidentally tucking her pj’s into her underpants, Phillipa went to the mirror.
But instead of showing her reflection, it seemed to be showing- was that her bedroom? Those certainly were her tousled bedclothes- ugh, she was such a pig sometimes. So Loki, who liked to seem aloof and unconcerned, had been spying on her? Oh, he was going to get it-
She paused that train of thought when she noticed something out of place. She squinted at her window, and suddenly the scene shifted to allow her to see it better. A magic mirror, then. But what captivated her attention was the fact that her window was closed. She never closed it except when she left the house, and even then, she tended to forget. Without a doubt, though, last night it had been open. Who was in her apartment?
Again, the mirror changed focus, leading her down the hallway toward her front room. There sitting in the chair was Natasha, and Clint was pacing the floor, glancing at the clock. Spies! All right, it was their job, but in her home? Hopefully her father had never been so nosy.
Turning away from the moving mirror, because it made her dizzy, Phillipa had peeked out into the first room. Loki smiled tenderly and brought her to eat before the fire. Like the night before, he settled on the floor, balancing his plate on his knees and looking strangely youthful. Phillipa had the chair and table.
They had eaten without much conversation. A certain amount of exhaustion still hung over Phillipa, and she sincerely wanted to return to a bed, any bed. Also seeming preoccupied, Loki said little. The moment she was finished, he offered to return her to her home. Several loving and lusty kisses later, Phillipa had agreed she would see him that night.
Hence why Phillipa was home, alone, in the middle of the day with nothing to do but wish Loki had said he would be there sooner. But with memories like these, and her suspicion that he was using the mirror to watch her, she had very little trouble entertaining herself. After all, he probably enjoyed watching her masturbate as much as she enjoyed the thought of him watching her. And he would surely note that she still needed more tutoring in this particular subject. Yes, tonight promised to be very good. Maybe he would bring the paddle.