(Continuation of How to Make a Caged Bird Sing)
“One more.” The whip cut through the air with a sharp hiss and struck home with a loud crack.
Darcy flinched, but made no sound. Her eyes were closed, jaw clenched. Face flushed a rose color that highlighted her pale skin, much like the red marks crisscrossing her buttocks and back.
“Good girl,” Loki sighed, pushing his hair from his face and set the whip back on the wall. “Now for your reward.”
“Please,” her whispered, her head craning to see him.
“You do look so succulent when you beg.” He strode over to brush his fingers over her now tear slicked cheek.
“I told you, i don’t know where she is,” her eyes were wide, pleading and he almost felt pity for his poor little confused pet.
“We are beyond such trifles,” Loki said, with a shake of his head. “You are far more fascinating than pursuing Thor’s whore.”
She pulled back from his touch, her eyes flared with defiance. “She is not a whore.”
Loki grinned down at her, delight sparkling in his eyes. “Oh, do not disparage a noble and ancient profession, my pet. After all, you are no better. At least they are paid for their services.”
He leaned closer, sliding his hand across her belly and between her legs. “Though I suppose this could be considered a form of compensation.”
Darcy gasped as his fingers slid between her legs. “Oh god!”
“Yes,” he laughed and slowly drew circles upon her slick, heated skin.
She proved most amusing. This desire for pain and pleasure. Her inexplicable craving for his touch even as she spat forth insults. He could feel how desperately she wanted him, be it through kindness or cruelty. Little Darcy Lewis was deeply enamored. Foolish mortal.
It was a glorious game, taking her to the threshold of her body’s limit only to pull her back from the brink and bring her to her knees with overwhelming pleasure. Darcy’s body trembled as her orgasm overtook her, a shrill scream erupting from her beautiful lips. He would never cease to be fascinated by this display of uncontrolled desire. The violent beauty of her please left him aroused beyond measure.
She sagged in her restrains, boneless and sweaty from exertion. He quickly banished the chains and cuffs with a thought, easily catching her limp body before she hit the floor. It was strange how he felt the weight of her body acutely as he held her in his arm. She was no true burden to his strength, but the sight of her limp and glistening with spent desire tugged at him.
He banished the thought and set her down upon the silken bed. The cool material would soothe her now unmarked skin. There was no need for her to continue to wear the wounds, but he ensured her skin retained the memory of the pain.
He had watched her after each session and noted a certain amount of pleasure she derived from the soreness. She would hiss and gingerly shift on the bed, touching her skin and closing her eyes as of to savor the pain. A wistful smile pulling her full lips into a seductive bow.
She moaned softly when he set her upon the sheets and carefully spread her dark hair over the pillow in a spray of mahogany waves. He had an inordinate fascination with her hair. It was silky and thick. While its hue at first glance appeared mundane, when it caught the sunlight is was a captivating kaleidoscope of colors.
He brushed it from her face and lightly grazed her cheek with his knuckles. Her eyes opened and a small smile played over her lips. There was not doubt she confounded him.
“Why me?” Her voice was a small whisper, hoarse and strained.
“Must there be a reason?” He matched her smile, sitting down beside her on the bed.
“I’m just some dumbass in the wrong place at the wrong time,” she sighed reaching out to press her hand to his chest.
“You’re no victim of chance.” He took hold of her hand and guided it down between his legs, so she could feel him hard and straining against the thick leather of his pants. “I alone took hold of your fate. You are mine.”
Her eyelids grew heavy, lowering over he dark eyes. “Then stop teasing me and take what’s yours.”
She gently squeezed his cock, he could feel her nails biting into the leather. He imagined the delightfully sting that would pierce his skin. Devious little creature. She possessed her own magic that threatened to distract him. He laughed, deep and low, gently pulling her hand away. Darcy groaned as he placed a kiss upon her knuckles and stood.
“Sadistic bastard.” She slowly rolled onto her stomach, pressing her flushed face into her pillow.
Loki only laughed louder as he left the room.