My Prince (pt 3)
The oven clock struck midnight as Loki was in the shower. When he got out he put his hair in a low bun and put on his pants but not his shirt. He stared at the scars on his chest ashamed of how he revived them. Olivia came around the corner.
“Loki?”
“I need to get my mind off my troubles.”
“I think I might know how to help you.”
Olivia took Loki’s hand and walked him to their bed. She climbed on top of him and kissed him softly making him feel reassured.
“Remember on Asgard when you pushed me on a wall and we didn’t stop for hours on end? Maybe that will help you relieve your stress.” She said. Climbing her way down to the end, she pulled down Loki’s pants and began to lap her tounge around him.
Loki sat up and tilted his head back. Olivia tried deep throat him but it was much too big for her little mouth.
“Come here darling.” Said Loki pulling her on top of him. He rolled over so he was the dominant player and began to take her away. He kissed her all down her neck, bruising her and making her moan.
“So cute when you try to be like me. But you know I love to be the one in charge. How I love to see you helpless and I’m my control.”
Loki reaches for the ropes in the drawer next to him. He tied Olivias hands behind her back.
“That’s more like it.” He chuckled.
Olivia cried out pleased with the pleasure that Loki brought upon her.
“You were right darling. This did help me relive my troubles. We should do this more often.” Loki said panting with sweat dripping down the sides of his body.
