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Godly Games	By : SueKotter Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 6049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The muscles in my thighs and calves were aching from stretching to hold my position, bent over his tall desk. I resisted the urge to rock back on my heels, to give my legs a moment's relief. Night had fallen long before, but the stars still provided dim lighting. I heard the scrape of his chair on the stone floor, and I felt the rushing heat of a freshly lit fire not far behind me. Torches mounted on the walls also lit around the room, shifting the dim light to bright fireglow. I blinked as my eyes adjusted. I realized it had actually been fairly dark before, and I briefly wondered how he'd been able to read, before returning my gaze to the window. The view was truly beautiful. The starlight reflected off the city, and the perpetually snow-capped mountains formed a backdrop. It reminded me how long it had been since I walked in the snow. I sighed softly.
"I have a beautiful view, too, my pet," he said. Though, I couldn't see him, I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
"I imagine you do, my Lord Loki. But are you only intending to look?"
His boot heels tapped against the stone as he walked around the desk to face me, replacing my window view with one that was arguably better. At some point, he had changed into his more formal regalia, a woven black and green leather tunic over black breeches, with tall black riding boots. I raised my eyes to his.
"You've recovered your wit. That's good. You'll need it for our next game."
Tingling dread filled my belly, but my cunt twitched with a happier sense of anticipation. I smiled despite myself. After all, this is what I loved about our sessions. His unmatched ability to craft new challenges kept me, literally in this case, on my toes.
Pacing, Loki began, "I've decided our games have been too easy for you." At this, I made a protesting noise, but he continued as if I had not, "So, we're going to add a layer of complexity. A new rule. It will apply to every game going forward, but you'll learn it now."
There were so many things to worry me in that. I couldn't figure out how he'd make a rule that applied to every game. I also was worried about the dimension of the complexity he intended to affect. Then there was that part about learning it. I had a sneaking suspicion the learning would not be easy, either.
"It's really quite simple. All you have to do is say my name." He paused, as if expecting me to speak. When I didn't, he continued, "Not my actual name, of course. I know you know that. I've heard you call it out, quite loudly, on occasion." We both grinned at that. "No, we're going to establish rules for what you call me during our games, based on what I say to you."
The last time I'd called his name out, outside of a game, we'd been fucking on a balcony, overlooking his kingdom. He took me from behind, grasping my tits hard with each thrust. I was against the rail, and at times, I was afraid he'd literally fuck me right over the edge. When I came the first time, I screamed his name flanked by affirmations of his abilities, and he whispered in my ear that he imagined all nine realms had heard me. I was a bit quieter the next time, but not by much. I blushed at the memory so vivid, I felt myself opening to it.
"And now we begin."
Oh, wait, was he still talking? Damn, what did I miss? Taking quick inventory of the room and assessing what I thought I'd heard, I realized he'd moved behind me at some point. I truly couldn't remember him saying anything else, but I'd been so lost in my thoughts that I was sure I had simply missed it.
"Who do you belong to?"
It was too simple, I knew, but I had nowhere else to start, "You?"
The crack of the crop against my ass was my only answer. I inhaled sharply. I suppose that was the wrong answer. I had skipped my usual honorific for him, so I tried again, "You, my Lord Loki?"
I felt his hand on the small of my back, caressing me gently. "That's correct. Let's continue." His hand withdrew, and he stepped back before raising his voice for the next round. "Beg for your punishment, pet."
Hesitating, I bit my lip. This, too, was unlikely to be right, but one must start somewhere. "Please punish me, my Lord Loki."
I tensed before I felt the strike land on my thighs, but it made it no easier to bear. I whimpered, eliciting a chuckle from my tormentor. "You did ask for it. Now, try again. Beg for your punishment, pet."
It wasn't simply using the honorific. I must need to find a new one. Why, I wasn't sure yet. I searched my memory for titles I had given him in the past. I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared as I said, "Please punish me, my King."
This time the crop fell on my ass again, criss-crossing where the first had hit. I could feel the red welt rising. My lord did not hold back. I often pitied his horses. Quickly, I tried again, "Please punish me, sir."
"I'm disgraced from a king to a knight?", he spat with disdain as he whipped the crop against my thighs, causing me to cry out. Then, he leaned over me and spoke quietly, "You can do better. Again. Beg for it, pet."
Tears prickled at my eyes; his disappointment was a worse punishment than the pain. It had to be something I could figure out. It was always possible. Was it the act? Or the words? If we were to use this in every game going forward, it would need to be consistent. The first was a question, and he didn't call me anything. This time, it was a command, and he kept calling me pet. Perhaps what he called me was a clue or perhaps it was the whole puzzle. If I was a pet, what was he? "Please punish me, my master."
His cool hand ran along the hot welts on my ass and thighs, soothing them. "Well done. And, I shall do as you ask as well." He stepped away again and paced as he spoke sharply, "Put your right hand between your thighs and pleasure yourself. Now."
I scrambled to comply. I slipped a finger against my clit and began to make lazy circles, hesitantly, unsure of what he was getting at.
Suddenly, I felt his weight press against me and his breath tickled my ear. "No. Not like that. Rub yourself like I've given you but a minute to come or be left wanting forever. But, of course, remember that you are not allowed to come. Not for quite awhile yet."
I worked my whole hand faster, my wetness quickly being spread and adding to the sensitivity. I felt him depart and heard his pace resume. I cried out in frustration, and my muscles strained to give me more access, more room. It was a struggle. My left hand smacked the surface of the desk as I fought with myself.
His sneer was audible. "Beg for release, quim. You won't have it, but tell me you want it."
Panting, I managed weakly, "No, my master."
"No?" , he spat. Then came the whoosh that was followed by pain. This lash was even harder than before, causing me to scream even as I fought waves of pleasure. A second one followed it quickly, in the exact same spot, and I screamed again.
He continued, "And you're incorrect. Beg for it, quim." He pressed against me, and, through the fabric of his pants, I could just feel his cock between my ass cheeks.
Racking my brain, I tried to determine the system. It wasn't the phrase or what was asked. He was shifting words in each prompt, except for….yes, except for what he called me. That seemed to line up. But this one was new. I needed to find what would go with this, and yet, I couldn't put it together. It wasn't logical like the last. There was no parallel for him, not like master and pet. I decided to take a shot at one I had guessed before, one I knew he liked. Perhaps, even if I were wrong, he'd be kinder.
The time with my thoughts had allowed me to catch my breath, and I was confident in my response. "No, my King."
I felt him move away, and then the crop fell again, this time lower and catching my still furiously moving hand along with my thighs. It was a unique sting, but I could also tell he had been gentler than the last.
His voice was more amused than angry now. "Still no? I'm not fond of that. But, you are correct. You've learned all the pieces. Now, let's see if you can put it all together." Listening closely, I heard the sound of buttons and cloth against cloth. Then, he spoke again, "Put both hands behind your back."
With a pang of regret, I removed my right hand from my cunt. I was sure my fingers were pruny from being buried in my wetness for so long. Self-conscious, I put it under my left hand as I complied. Then, I felt his cock at my entrance. In a swift motion, he thrust into me. I moaned as he went deep, bumping against my g-spot. I felt his hands grab my hips and tug me even closer to him, near impaling me. It took an immense effort not to come right then.
"Beg for release, quim, and perhaps I'll let you have it."
"No, my King." He pulled out and thrust in again, and I rewarded him with another desperate moan. Quickly, while I still retained enough wit to do so, I spoke, "I cannot beg for what I cannot have. Tomorrow." It was a desperation play on my part, but I had hopes that perhaps, this once, I could trick the trickster. Still, with him deep inside me, it was so hard to resist, and I felt my cunt tighten around him. "Please, my King. Please be merciful."
Not seeming to like that, Loki responded, "The rules are MINE. You are MINE." He punctuated his words with thrusts. "The decision is MINE, not yours. " I grinned despite myself. It might just be working.
He continued his rhythm even after he finished his tirade. I couldn't keep my feet on the floor while moving with him, so they dangled while I was supported almost entirely by his hands on my hips and the desk beneath me. I spread them wider, wanting him even further inside. It hurt but in the best possible way.
"Sure you don't want to beg, my pet?"
Dazed, and still working on my goal, I replied softly, "Maybe, my Lord Loki."
Abruptly, he pulled out entirely, leaving me gaping, empty, and dangling from the desk. I realized I'd broken the system by falling into my habitual response. I quickly corrected, "I mean, maybe, my master." I craned my head around to see him, but he was just out of my view.
"That's better." Loki moved between my thighs and resumed his endeavor. He had a lazy rhythm that I gradually matched with my hips. He took both my hands, still clasped behind my back, in one of his and pulled them back, causing me to arch my back into him.
I was so close. And I was pretty sure my ploy had worked. Still, if I used the wrong word here, I could ruin it all. Remembering back, he had let me use my usual response when he had not called me anything, so I took a chance that it would work here when I was speaking unprompted. Between moans, I asked, "Please, my Lord Loki."
"Please? Please what, you wanton quim?"
Pleading, I asked again, "Please let me come, my King. Please let me come on your cock." In a quick motion, he released my arms and moved to lift my legs onto the desk so that I was kneeling on it, legs spread wide. He continued fucking me throughout, but I was focused on whether my gambit would be successful.
His thrusts came faster, deeper, in this position. He roared, "More! Tell me how much you want it."
I danced my hips against his, matching his motions with my own. With honest desperation, I begged, "Please fuck me until I come, my Lord Loki. I want to come for you, my Lord Loki! Please, please, my Lord, I need it, I need you. Now, please, my Lord Loki."
Reaching under me, he grabbed a tit in each hand and pulled me up to him. He bit my neck hard, but I continued to plead as best as I could between moans. "Oh...uhhh...please, my Lord, I am yours my Lord Loki, I...uhhh...need to come, my Lord, please let me."
He whispered in my ear, "When I come, so can you, my darling quim." He gripped my tits in his hands, squeezing and releasing them in time with each push into me.
I resisted the urge to gloat at my victory. After all, I hadn't had it yet. Instead, softly, smiling, I replied, "Thank you, my King." I slipped my arm under his and wrapped it around his neck, clutching him to me as he fucked me harder.
He was close, but so was I. I joined in the fray, fucking him as hard as he was fucking me. Were he not holding my tits, they'd have been a danger to us both, so much was my enthusiasm in the moment. I felt him tensing and increasing speed once again, practically lifting me from the desk with each thrust.
I couldn't hold it a moment more. I cried out, raking my nails on his neck, only to hear him roar into my ear at the same time. A breath later, his cold release filled me, and I tingled all over from the shock of my orgasm as well as his. I squeezed him with my cunt, milking the last bits from him, as he relaxed against me. Gradually, he withdrew, and I turned on the desk to face him.
He was still close enough for me to wrap my legs around him, and so I did, pulling him close to me. I pulled his head down for a kiss, attacking his mouth with mine. I wasn't sure I'd tell him that I'd managed to trick the trickster. He probably knew.
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This chapter was partially inspired by a wonderful story by Chelsea Summers, "Stuck At Work And Late For A Date", which is totally worth your time. It's included in a few different compilations of erotic short stories. I found it in one titled, Yes, Sir, and edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel.
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