Touch (rating: general+)

“Sit still and look forward.” Loki says sternly, into your ear from behind. “Don’t flinch, don’t look at me, and don’t talk.” You sit in the uncomfortable wooden chair that faces out the window of Loki’s chambers, you do as he asks, but nothing more and nothing less. The beautiful emerald dress you wear leaves you feeling very exposed though it covers you fully. It’s puffy lace sleeves hang of your shoulders leaving the top half of your chest and you shoulders exposed.

He slides his cool fingers from the top of your left shoulder around the back of your neck and across you right shoulder. Still behind you he wraps his fragile fingers over and leans so that his lips brush you ear. “You really are a fine specimen.”

“What do you plan to do with me m’lord?” you ask keeping your gaze forward.

“What did I say about talking?” Loki asks gripping your jaw hard enough that you honestly fear he may break it. “None, not one more word.” he says roughly releasing your jaw. “I am your lord and you will do as I say. When I say jump you say how high. If I tell you not to do something you don’t do it, no questions asked.” he paused for a moment. ” Now fuck me”

(( it was so short i’m sorry i’m trying to write at least one thing a day even if it’s short.)) ~Karizuki