He knows this perfectly well by now. That's part of why he'd mustered up his energy to push her in that very specific fashion, wanting to goad her on until he was absolutely certain she'd be absolutely merciless on him. The other part was pride. Loki might savor the feeling of being conquered and controlled, but to not make his partner work for it was unthinkable. He hoped it made her feel even a tenth of the frustration that was tormenting him.
He wants to writhe and beg, wants to scream with the frustration of being untouched and aching, but Loki only smiles unsteadily at her when she pulls away. His eyes are already hazy with lust and surrender. He doesn't even notice her taking hold of his belt.
And then her hands are on him, soft and applying just enough pressure that it feels impossibly good. He closes his eyes, unwittingly relaxing into her touch before pain lights up his body, making him twist in his bonds with a cry. But, shaken and tormented and weakened with need, she'll find it easy to hold him in place.
His cock throbs hard against her cheek, and Loki whimpers as awareness slowly returns. The first thing he sees is her on her knees, staring up at him, and the look in her eyes makes him dizzy.
Loki lets out his breath in a shuddering sigh as her teeth find his hip. He can feel the pressure of her teeth increasing, but right now, with the fire of pain only just fading between his legs, he can't even muster up the energy to squirm. He can only stand here and feel her biting down, harder and harder, feel himself bruise, and moan shamelessly as he does, head falling back against the bed's support.
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He wants to writhe and beg, wants to scream with the frustration of being untouched and aching, but Loki only smiles unsteadily at her when she pulls away. His eyes are already hazy with lust and surrender. He doesn't even notice her taking hold of his belt.
And then her hands are on him, soft and applying just enough pressure that it feels impossibly good. He closes his eyes, unwittingly relaxing into her touch before pain lights up his body, making him twist in his bonds with a cry. But, shaken and tormented and weakened with need, she'll find it easy to hold him in place.
His cock throbs hard against her cheek, and Loki whimpers as awareness slowly returns. The first thing he sees is her on her knees, staring up at him, and the look in her eyes makes him dizzy.
Loki lets out his breath in a shuddering sigh as her teeth find his hip. He can feel the pressure of her teeth increasing, but right now, with the fire of pain only just fading between his legs, he can't even muster up the energy to squirm. He can only stand here and feel her biting down, harder and harder, feel himself bruise, and moan shamelessly as he does, head falling back against the bed's support.