whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"Depends on the strength of the cuffs. Some I could likely break easily, others would depend on how the locking mechanism works, or the spell used." Again that wicked smile. "It's hardly the first time I've been bound, even in recent years."

But it has never been as enjoyable as with you.

"I don't think they were cuffing you for the same reasons."

She's moving to his lap, kissing his throat and nuzzling against his skin.

"Some lovers have tried. But they couldn't keep control." There was an implied 'Can you?' in his tone.

Having her in his lap was MUCH better. Not least of which because of how close she was. A shift of his hips against hers also made it clear he was enjoying their game.

"You don't make it easy." It's her turn to leaves marks on his neck, though he will have better luck covering them.

"You're mine now." There's a flush of possessiveness.

Loki tilted his head to let her have more access, eyes closing in pleasure. "What would be the fun if it were easy?" Am I? For how long, Christine. It's a serious question. All shadowy hints of emotions that are there for a second then gone. Like trying to catch and hold tiny fish without a net.

For as long as you still want to be.

She's gotten more intentional with emotions she shares, she's not quite as open of a book.

After sucking especially rough to his throat she looks to see if he's bruised or just a bit red.

She's learning, and he's proud of her. Letting her feel that pride from him. Only a bit red, but it's stark against his pale skin. Leaning in, he tries to get close enough to kiss her again.

She pulls back, a wicked grin on her face. She stays just far enough so he can't kiss her, but she rolls her hips against his.

This game is very fun, even if she's likely to not be able to win it.

"Tease." Hissed out in pleasure. Matching her grin with one of his own. "I'm glad you enjoyed your new toy."

"You're my favorite toy of all." She teases, grinding her hips to his with a little groan.

"Good." Blinking slowly, with a genuine smile for her and her alone. Small shifts of his hips with her, teasing them both. "I think I'll enjoy being your toy, Sweetling."

She tips her head forward to kiss him again.

Would you kneel for me, my darling?

I can't. You're on my lap. Again that tasting and intimate kind of kiss. Lips playing over her own, tongue dancing with hers. This time the mental caress carried subtle hints in the emotion he sent. Admiration and curiosity, willingness and want to see her make him do so.

oh, I'll move.

She allows just another moment of that deep kissing before pulling away.

She breaks the spell of the cuffs as she steps away from him.

"And here I thought you'd keep me bound." Loki commented, moving to stretch his arms out a bit and rub his wrists. He made no move to get up. "Christine, you're capable of it. Take the control, and do it the old-fashioned way." No suggestions or nudges, again just his voice. It was an order, but one that encouraged her.

His sweetling was becoming more dangerous, and he would gladly help her to be so.

She's able to take control so easily at work, she's just never had reason to do so for this sort of thing.

But she feels bold.

"Come here, and kneel." Her voice isn't loud, but it's the one she uses in a crisis, when she's ordering around a team.

"Better." He praised. And while she still needed to work on it, he would reward her. Shifting from his seat on the couch, Loki stood up. A moment to stretch, before he took the few steps necessary, and dropped to his knees. Arms spread, as if to wait her next command. "But you do need to be encouraged and rewarded."

She caresses his face when he kneels for her. It's better than forcing him, he's choosing to give her this power.

"Then reward me." She unties the robe and lets it drop to the floor.

"Tell me how." You can do this, Christine. The words said aloud were a challenge of his own. But the mental words were a lover's caress.

She is truly terrible at dirty talk, she always feels so awkward about it.

Her fingers move into his hair to tug at it.

"Put that mouth to good use."

He could've challenged her more, but she was doing well for what was only her second time attempting this with him. Nor did he ever make it easy. That little tug sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, and Loki moved his hands to her hips, fingers splayed. Pulling her slightly closer, then insistently looping one leg over his shoulder. Held in place with casual strength while his other hand remained at her hips.

Blue-green eyes were full of promises of mischief and heat as he looked at her. Before he closed them, and moved to kiss along her thigh. Trailing a path of fire to where she wanted him most, and where he wouldn't disappoint when he finally rewarded her.

As awkward as she felt, he did look very sexy like that; and she knew he wouldn't leave her wanting.

She continues giving tugs to his hair, he seems to respond well to it.

He liked her touches, period. Whether gentle and soft or more forceful--because they were her touches. There was something very attractive and sexy about her taking control that he responded well to. Not that he hadn't been submissive with lovers before, but he hadn't enjoyed it or wanted to teach them to be better at it, the way he did with her. They complimented each other in ways he wouldn't have expected.

Once he was at her center, he made sure his grip and hold of her would keep her standing. Before indeed putting his mouth and tongue to use. Worshiping her, loving her, tasting and teasing her and letting that fire and passion run free. Never mind that they'd already made love several minutes ago--they both wanted more. He wanted to hear her moan, cry out his name, shatter for him.

She feels like she is changing in such good ways, growing stronger and focused on learning new things again.

They both have a very healthy drive for one another, and given the few weeks since they've been together it's no surprise they're both so eager.

"Loki" she sighs, deep and needy.

A querying hum, but he didn't move otherwise. Still too intent on properly rewarding her. Wanting to bring her to the edge. He may've been kneeling, but he still had the control.

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