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Girl.... all the words I want to say i don't dare say on a public post i-

We're still going?? How am I supposed to comment like this?

See there he iiiiiis there's the blue edition, I knew she wouldn't be scared of him for one second

I beg your pardon? Departing already, baby blue come back

"Do you see a whore in me" Good morning to you too I guess, damn

SUGAR AND CINNAMON????

YOUVE BEEN BREWING THIS UP ALL ALONG????? MA'AM

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU) / 18+

Chapter 13

Chapter 12/ Series Masterlist

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, soft!dom/sub vibes, angst, long chapter as always

The car drive took too long. The elevator was moving too slow on its way up to the penthouse, and Loki's longing for you was too much to bear, and it needed to be satisfied quickly. He dragged you into his penthouse with him, kicked the entrance door shut behind you, and pressed you backwards against the wall next to it. You both kicked your shoes of, eager to fuck your brains out. With a demanding kiss he claimed your mouth, stealing your breath away. When he broke the kiss to get some air into his lungs, he loosened his grip on you.

“Don't move”, he groaned, slowly unbuttoning his already half-open shirt completely, tugging it out of his trousers and unbuckling his belt. You bit into your lower lip while watching him, and your mouth watered. How beautiful he was with his untamed power and desire. His hair tousled and wild, his skin sweaty, he pinned you against the wall again, caging you between his muscled arms, his forearms on either side of your head, resting against the wall. The knowledge that you didn't wear your panties, which you had tucked back into the pocket of his trousers again, made him steel-hard. It was almost painful even. Since he ate you out, he has been on edge, and he couldn't stand it any longer. He was in an animalistic state, eager to fuck you, to own you, to make clear that he wanted you, just you.

“Hands above your head, sweets”, Loki commanded seductively, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your kiss-swollen lips.

Enchanted by his scent, the lustful look in his eyes and his dominating demeanour, you obeyed immediately, mischievously grinning at him. He wrapped his one hand around your throat, his thumb caressing your soft flesh, before he cupped your breast possessively, kneading it and rolling your nipple between his fingers through the fabric of your dress. Waves of lust rippled through your heated body and directly down to your core.

“This damn cute dress with those damn polka-dots”, he groaned quietly, his nose nudging yours, and with nimble hands, he hurriedly tore your dress down to free your body from the fine fabric. His urge to get you stripped of your clothes and naked, increased your arousal and it made your core dripping and your clit throbbing. Loki captured your nipples with his hot mouth, sucking and licking on them one after the other. They hardened painfully under his delicious torture and the stimulation ran directly down to your clit, making you want more. You were sure he could make you come by just continuing with what he was doing right now to your exposed breasts. You arched your back towards him, heavily panting and moaning, your arms still above your head, clenching your hands into fists and unclenching them, witnessing how much you needed this and how much you wished you could touch him.

“Good girl, keep moaning for me. Show me how much you like this. One day, I'll make you come by just pleasuring you like this”, and he latched his lips onto your nipples again.

“Lo… it feels so good, don't stop…”, you whimpered, feeling your core tingle and tighten, the wetness between your folds increasing.

“Say that you love me”, he growled darkly, his eyes full of lust fixing yours.

Instead of an answer, you smiled lasciviously at him, wishing you could run your hands through his sweat-dampened hair. But he hadn't allowed it yet.

“Say it!” he demanded, but with a certain softness in his slightly raspy voice, and to make clear that he was being serious, he bit down into the soft flesh of the crook of your neck. The evidence of it would be visible for the next few days. Your hands grabbed his shoulders reflexively when you felt the delicious pain of his bite, and a deep moan escaped your mouth. And Loki didn't care that you touched him without his permission to take your hands down. He craved too much for your hands, touching every inch of him. Your dangerous, gentle hands. They never failed to make his skin burn with desire and to make him feel good.

“No, you say it first”, you contered playfully, ripping him out of his shirt and tossing it aside. You needed to feel his bare, heated skin, digging your fingers firmly into his muscled shoulders and resisting the urgent need to bite him back or eat him alive. Loki continued to torture your nipples again before he kissed you with such hunger and passion that you feared you'd faint.

“I love you more than I can tell you, more than I can show you. I love you, my sweet thing. I love you with my whole body and my whole heart. You have no idea how much you own me”, Loki said breathlessly, panting, his forehead resting against yours.

Your answer was a longing, breathtaking kiss, and you wrapped one of your legs around his waist, feeling his steel-hard length pressing against your sex and you rocked your hips longingly against him.

“Norns, y/n … you're the death of me,” he moaned and kissed you again, supporting your leg with a groping, kneading hand. Feverishly, hungrily you freed his cock from the confinement of his trousers and briefs, shoving them down as far as necessary and he entered you immediately and easily almost to the root. With a loud moan you welcomed him and to feel him inside you was all you wanted right now. He brought you quickly to the brink of an orgasm with his long, deep strokes. Hard but tender, deep but never deep enough. His pace fastened up, your breathing became heavier, and you moaned his name loudly when you lost control and came hard all over his cock. You squeezing him so deliciously took him over the edge shortly after and he came so hard like never before, moaning your name, filling you up to the brim. His legs were shaking, his cock still thrusting into you, and you finally collapsed in his arms after you had come for a second time. When the aftershocks of your orgasms ebbed away, you both began to chuckle. You held each other tight, Loki still hard and buried inside of you. He kissed you softly, stroking your cheek tenderly.

“Norns, how much I needed that. Are you okay, sweets?” He whispered.

“Yes, I'm okay, Lo.” You whispered back.

“That’s good…Did I hurt you?” He asked concernedly.

“No, you could never”, you answered blissfully, still in a post-orgasmic haze.

“What about you? Are you okay, too?” You wanted to know.

“I'm more than okay, and I still want more, more of your touch, more of you.”

Loki laughed silently. As amazing as having sex with you was, he loved the moments after fucking you most. The deep love and connection he felt for you in these moments were the best feelings ever, invaluable and beautiful.

“Let us take a shower, sweet thing. I carry you”, and you wrapped your other leg around his waist, too, so he could take you to the bathroom. Still inside of you and slowly softening, he let his trousers and briefs slide down his legs, stepped out of them, and headed for the bathroom.

“I think we should go for a second round there”, you teased him lovingly, tightly wrapped around his hot, glorious body.

“Anything you want, my love. Tonight I'm all yours”, he answered, smiling against your lips and sealing it with a passionate kiss.

Under the shower, which was a comfortable and spacious place, romantic even, you cleaned each other gently and devotedly, enjoying the other's proximity and tenderness. You never stopped kissing or touching each other, wanting to make each other feel content and safe. Loki couldn't resist touching you between your folds, gently pushing two fingers inside of you. He still felt the evidence of his spurting inside of you, a perfect lubrication. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Still sensitive and wet inside of his cum, your cunt and your whole body responded immediately to his intimate intrusion and soon you were close to a further orgasm. You clenched desperately around his fingers, the warm water cascading down your body and the pad of Loki's thumb rubbing over your still swollen clit added to the sensation. He just knew how to touch you right and to evoke all these feelings in you.

“Good girl, you're taking this so well”, he praised you. He felt you trembling and shuddering and fastened his grip around your waist. You clung to him, looking for support and close to climaxing again.

“You're so beautiful, sweets… so damn beautiful. Let go, sweet thing, I have you, I hold you… come for me, I need you to fall apart again… Norns, you're gorgeous”, he continued praising you, pumping his fingers fast and deeply in and out of you and with him giving you all the safety he could give, you came vigorously and intense.

“I can't…it's too much”, you whimpered while he kept his fingers pumping carefully in and out of you.

“You can, my love… and I have you. Enjoy, take your pleasure from me”, he mumbled into your ear, praising you, his cock hardening and his heart bursting with love for you.

After he made you ride out your climax, you fell limp in his arms, feeling beautifully exhausted and satisfied. This man would never fail to make you feel good and safe. You felt so loved. You cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss, enjoying this moment to the fullest. He withdrew his fingers from your core and held you firmly against him until you had recovered from your high, bathing in the wonderful feeling of holding you in his arms. He would never get tired of it, that was for sure.

“Now it's my turn, I want to worship your devine body, I want to give you your much deserved pets and kisses”, you murmured to his ear, nibbling at his earlobe, kissing down his throat and his chest, your hands roaming all over his perfect body, while you got down on your knees. You looked up to him, his facial expression full of desire, his jaw clenching, his eyes fixing yours, his pupils dilated with lust again. You ran your fingers up and down his thighs and over his butt, kissing his inner thighs upwards until you reached his already hard and throbbing cock.

“You're such a beautiful man, and I will never be able to resist you. I want to taste you, my love. Be my good boy. Let me take care of you. You've such a beautiful cock and I need you to come for me”, you complimented and praised him and let your hands trailing upwards over his pubic mound and happy trail to his belly button, admiring and caressing his well-trimmed pubic hair, and downwards again to his hips. You kissed and licked the crown of his engorged cock and when you took him in, Loki hissed and gritted his teeth. Throwing back his head, he let out a lascivious groan. You sucked and licked the sensitive tip intensely and in a steady rhythm while also stroking his length and fondling his balls. He couldn't help himself, but you were his sweet, devilish angel, making him burn with desire and overboarding love. You made him lose control and your soft, warm lips wrapped around his cock head, your mouth sucking him so deliciously and your tongue licking along the pulsating veins on his member made him forget everything around him. There was just you and him and the warm water running over your aroused bodies. He was panting heavily as the pleasure trembled through him. He was so heavily aroused that you soon felt him shaking and steadying himself with one hand against the tiles just right in time before he finally came in your mouth in hot and thick ropes and with a desperate whimper, his other hand gripping your hair and tugging it firmly.

The way he grabbed you by your hair didn't hurt, and the slight stinging you felt on your scalp made you proud. You let him fuck your mouth until he was completely spent and it seemed you did it right and made it enjoyable for him. He looked at you with heavy eyelids, pupils still dilated with lust, heavily breathing, his gaze thankfully. He pulled you up into his arms again, cleaning your mouth from his sperm. You weren't able to swallow it all, your eyes teared up and you felt embarrassed. You should've drunk all of his liquid but you couldn't and you felt bad about it because you didn't want to disappoint him.

“It's okay, sweets. You took me so well and pleased me so wonderfully. I'm sorry for spurting into your mouth but you sucked me too good, your warm lips wrapped around my cock felt too good… I wasn't fast enough to pull my cock out of your sweet mouth. I know you don't like swallowing my sperm and it's okay, you don't have to do it “

“I'm so sorry, Lo… it wasn't that bad. It was just… it was just too much. Please don't be mad at me… I love you so much and you looked so beautiful when you came for me”, you laughed embarrassedly and wiped your mouth finally clean under the warm water running comfortably down on you two and over your bodies.

“Nothing to be sorry for, my love. And I'm not mad at you. You've been amazing, it felt so good … but please, say it again”, he whispered reassuringly and pulled you closer into his arms again, looking smilingly and lovingly at you. The post-orgasmic bliss made him feel warm and so full of love for you.

“Say what again?” you asked puzzled.

“The love-thing”, he explained quietly and winked at you.

“I love you, Lo, I love you so much”, and this time, he was the one who answered with a deep, loving kiss.

Shortly after leaving the shower and drying each other gently with big soft towels, you two were cuddling naked in the comfy king-size bed under the soft sheets and duvets Loki has tucked you two under. Before he did that, he had brought some snacks, and refreshing drinks for both of you from the kitchen, and on the nightstand, he had placed an ice bucket with a bottle of cool champagne and two slender champagne flutes. He loved to spoil you, and you drank and ate with relish, feeding each other with several tasty snacks, and enjoyed the sparkling champagne. It didn't take long until the lust to pleasure each other passionately came back. You couldn't, and you didn't want to do anything about it, and soon you two ended up heavily making out and touching each other intimately.

“How do you want me, sweets? What do you need? Tell me what you want me to do. You can use me as you please. Don't forget, I'm all yours tonight.”

“I don't want to use you, I want to make love to you, Lo. I want more than just your devine body, I want your all… heart, soul, flesh…and your love.” you whispered against his lips.

“You have me, sweets, all of me, and please tell me what you need. What do you want me to do?”

“I… I want you missionary style…the whole vanilla thing… sweet and soft… please. I know it's boring but…” you told him with a shaky voice. Maybe he wanted it all hard and rough, and you didn't want to disappoint your lover.

“It's far away from boring, believe me, I like it, too. Rough sex is nice and sometimes so necessary and enjoyable… but with you, sweet love making became so much more enjoyable for me and there's nothing I want more right now”, and he kissed you tenderly and deeply, trailing his kisses further down to your breasts. He changed his position and knelt between your thighs, which you opened wider for him. He then laid gently down on you, and your hands slid down his muscular back down to his butt. The weight of him against you made your body craving for him and your heart sighing with love.

He ran his hard length a few times through your folds and over your swollen bud, gathering some of your wetness. His sensitive, swollen tip nudged at your entrance, teasing you and slid finally into your clenching heat in one liquid stroke. As soon as he was nestled inside of you and began to fuck you, you closed your legs to make the connection between you and him closer, tighter, and kinda more intimate while he spread his. His rocking hips and the slides of his pubis over yours and the delicious strokes of his rock-hard cock increased the excitement and were a perfect stimulation of your inner and outer sweet spots. You clenched and throbbed more and harder than usual and Loki felt you squeezing him so torturously good that he wasn't sure if he could last for much longer. It felt amazing and he also felt something inside of him crashing down. You did something to him he couldn't totally comprehend but he loved that feeling and he just let it happen.

“You're always so wet… and so much tighter when you close your legs. You're so warm and silken. It feels so good, you'll kill me with that”, Loki mumbled right to your ear.

“Only for you, my love…that's what you're doing to me…” and you slung your arms around his neck.

He fucked you deep and slow, coaxing sounds out of your mouth and causing all those unbelievable body reactions you never thought you would be capable of. He knew your body better than you did and how to give endless pleasure to you. And somehow you knew what's good for him and you had the impression that you were made for each other. You tugged at his locks, scratched over his muscled back, his arms, his chest and felt his muscles flexing and relaxing while he was slowly and purposefully thrusting you into the mattress. He felt so good and his whole body covered and stimulated yours. It seemed your whole body was a one and only erogenous zone.

Again and again Loki captured your mouth with devouring kisses until you both gasped for air, never stopping to deliciously torturing your throbbing cunt with his deep strokes. You felt every delicious inch of him, swelling further, getting harder, hotter, hitting all the right spots. He took your hand in his, interlocking his fingers with yours. He didn't know anymore where he ended and you began. He never felt closer to you, mentally and physically. Your heart wanted to combust with love, the love you felt for this man and you wished he could feel it.

“You must promise me something”, he whispered breathlessly.

“Anything you want,” you responded breathlessly, barely audible.

“You will never fake an orgasm again, sweet thing. You will always tell me what you need or what I can do better. Do you hear me? Say it!” He pleaded lovingly.

“I'll do.”

“Repeat after me…I…”

“I…”

“will…”

“never…”

“fake it…”

“aaa-again…”

“a-again!”

With every word Loki plunged deeply and soulfully into your pulsating cunt, making you both moan with utter pleasure. He clutched your hand more firmly the closer he came to climaxing and feeling you scratching his chest and his back firmly with your free hand, made him steel-hard and shiver in pleasure.

“I will never do it again, Lo… I promise.”

“I know, sweets”, he groaned quietly.

“Oh god…deeper, go deeper…”

“Yes, I'm your god… and you are my goddess…”

And then it happened. There he was, the real Loki, not only the familiar blue shimmer under his skin. No, this time you saw all of his ethereal beauty, the godly appearance of the demi-god he always has been. His skin felt cool and different but good under your fingertips and against your skin. You touched his lines and all the scars, which he must've gotten in fights or during the tortures he had endured. Tears were brimming in his pretty ruby eyes, glancing with a mixture of lust, joy, and fear at you.

“Want me to stop and take my bloody hands off of your precious body? I let you go if you want me to,” He asked, his voice shaky, his body trembling with utter arousal.

“Don't you dare stop, my handsome suitor, don't you dare stop… I want you…more than ever,” you reassured him breathlessly, goosebumps racing across your skin.

Loki never thought that you would love to touch him like you were doing right now, not talking about having such wonderful sex while he was the real him. Finally, he could let down his walls and show you his true form, and it was only possible for him because of all the love, adoration, trust, and patience you showed and gave to him. He hadn't scared you off, no, it seemed you wanted him even more now. How was that possible? Your love for him must be endless and genuine. Thankfulness and more love for you, if even possible, filled his heart, and he knew that he'd never let you go. What a treasure he had found, a treasure he would keep and take care of forever.

He felt you throbbing and spasming around his thrusting length and how you shivered in his arms. You arched your back in a perfect bow, your tits pressing against his pecs, and your nipples rubbed over the long, narrow ridges and sweeping lines on his chest. This new and unfamiliar stimulation hardened them into pebbles, and with your head lolling back into the soft cushion, your orgasm washed over you in tidal waves of pleasure.

“Loki…”, you sighed and moaned deeply and quietly and hoped Loki wouldn't interpret it wrong and think you didn't enjoy it because you did. There was no doubt about it. He stopped thrusting for a moment and stilled inside of you, his cock throbbing and twitching, his eyes absorbing the beautiful sight of you coming undone and silently in his loving embrace. It brought him straight to the edge and when you opened your legs widely for him and wrapped them around his waist, he began to slide himself in and out of your wet, clenching heat again. He came vigorously, calling your name and spilled his load deep inside of you, crying out your name. He rode you both through your climaxes and couldn't stop kissing your lips, cheeks, temples and forehead until his mouth found the soft skin of your throat. He licked gently over your sweaty neck, soothing the bite mark he had left earlier, enjoying the salty taste of your skin. It was tickling you and you began to giggle.

“What? I thought you like it,” he asked gently, laughing.

“I do. You're just tickling me.” You cupped his face in your hands and kissed his wet lips while he moved onto his side, pulling you with him. You couldn't take your eyes off him and let your fingertips trail over the slightly raised lines on his face. They reminded you of traditional tattoos, highly symbolic, mysterious, and insanely beautiful.

“Tell me, do we have a god complex, Mr.Laufeyson?”

“Oh yes, I have, indeed, and do you know what? I am a god, your god,” He teased you.

“Oh, yeah, you told me so while you ravished me”, you teased him lovingly back, and you both chuckled.

“I think I remember you asking me the same question some time ago”, he muttered.

“Hmmh, that's right…Mr. … Larsson. But I had a different intention for that back then. Who could've known how right I'd been. Not even myself”, you teased him and kissed him again.

“Yes, and you almost took me off guard with that question. Sassy you”, he teased back and nibbled the tip of your nose playfully “Will you obey me, my love, my queen, my goddess? Will you stay with me?” He asked you more seriously again.

“I'll fall down on my knees and love and worship you every day, every night, as long as I'm allowed to be with you” you assured him.

“And so will I. I will obey you, and I will never allow you to leave me, my sweet thing, and one day, I'll marry you. Promised. ‘Cause you're mine and I'm yours.”

Suddenly, tears ran down your cheeks. You were so full of emotions and felt a bit overwhelmed, and you couldn't hold them back.

“It's okay, my love, I'm here, and I hold you. I love you so much,” he cooed, shifting back to his form you were used to. He sensed that it might've been too much you had to process tonight. He pulled you gently against his chest, wrapped one arm around your midriff, his other hand cradling your nape, and pressed a firm and tender kiss to your lips. You hugged him back, your upper leg slung over his thigh, your fingers caressing the soft skin of his back, and you opened your mouth, demandingly inviting his tongue to slide in and playing with yours.

“And I love you, Lo. Thank you for showing me all of your beauty. You're gorgeous. You have no idea how gorgeous you look. Ethereal, majestic.”

“Thank you for accepting me and not backing off in dusgust. Do you really think I'm beautiful?” He wanted to know, old insecurities kicking in. He still couldn't believe that you found him gorgeous.

“Are you kidding me, my pretty loverboy? You're breathtakingly, devastatingly beautiful and sexy, inside and outside. Never doubt that, I'd never lie to you”, and you kissed him again. “I will never disappoint you, I promise, Lo.”

“You could never disappoint me. You never did. I want you to feel good and happy, and I'll always make sure of it because it's on me to make you happy”, he promised you genuinely.

“I know you will”, you whispered.

All your horniness and lustful games turned ever so often into the sweetest love confessions, and it was something you both had never known before. You both enjoyed it way too much to ever regret it, and you both bathed in it like it was the most wonderful thing you would ever feel. And then, you began to realize that you had found the answer to the question you had from the first time on when you saw and met Loki at Vivian's Velvet. You didn't know why it clicked right now, but maybe it was because of the fact that you both opened up to each other completely tonight.

“How do I taste for you?” you wanted to know.

"Hmm?" Loki raised his eyebrows quizzically.

“How do I taste? My kisses, my body, my skin…”

“You taste like honey, like mine, like... home. And your scent, your wonderful scent of roses in the summer rain, enchants me. Every time.”

You smiled at him. He had just given you the confirmation of what you just had found out.

“There has always been a hint of something I never could define and how your kisses taste for me or how you smell for me. But now I know it”, you explained, happy tears brimming in your eyes.

“Tell me, sweet love, what is it?” Loki asked curiously.

“Cinnamon. You taste like cinnamon, you taste and smell like… home. And your scent of sandalwood and orange blossoms is beguiling and enchanting. I'll never be able to resist you.”

“And you love the taste of cinnamon?” He asked smilingly, but of course, he knew you loved it. You baked and ate cinnamon rolls together with your mum since your childhood. He had seen it in the photo standing on your dresser.

“Oh, yes, I do like the taste of cinnamon. And I like the taste of you, and both things remind me of happiness, safety, and comfort and… home. You're my home, Lo, and you're mine”, you responded seriously.

“I never thought I could feel like home for someone, especially not for the drop-dead gorgeous woman that is you. It's the most wonderful thing you could've said to me,” Loki told you softly, his grip tightening around you.

“Please take some rest now, sweets. I've worn you out tonight. Just let me clean you, and then I want you to get some sleep while I keep holding you in my arms,” he said lovingly and kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Why must you be like this, so lovable and sweet and caring? I don't deserve you,” you sighed sleepily and yawned. He was right. You were exhausted from all the satisfying sex and lovemaking. Some sleep would be great now.

“It's because I love you, sweets, and you deserve all of this and so much more.” Loki kissed your temple softly, left the bed, and headed for the bathroom. You barely recognised him coming back from there, cleaning you and tucking you under the soft bed sheet again afterwards. Safely cradled in his strong arms, you fell into a deep, restful sleep.

Loki couldn't believe what had happened tonight. With just one word, one confession you had washed his pains, sins, uncertainties, guilty feelings, and loneliness away. A shimmer of a new beginning and a new life was rising up at the horizon, and he already knew he wouldn't let go of this chance and of the love of his life. Everything he had to endure and to suffer, everything he has been through was worth it and made sense now because at the end of all of this, he had found you. Everything made sense now. You made sense. You made it all worth it. You were waiting for him at the end of this long, hard, and lonely road. His way was destined to happen exactly as it did, and you were destined to meet him there at the end of this road, destined to become the love of his life and his goddess. With this knowledge and with the comforting warmth and the weight of your body in his arms, pressing lovingly against him, sleep finally overcame him.

The next morning, when you had left the bedroom, you saw Loki on the outside on the spacious, luxurious terrace of his penthouse, sipping his coffee, leaning sidewards against the balcony railing and watching the Staten Island Ferries sailing across the Hudson. It was a wonderful, sunny, and fantastic morning in New Jersey, and not only the weather was responsible for that. You kept staring at Loki through the glass front of the living room and absorbed the beautiful sight of your handsome lover. The light of the rising sun, peeking over Manhattan's skyline, gave him a divine glow and made him even more pretty. The inner shining of his wonderful heart completed his godly appearance. A view you could get used to and you would love to see it every morning. And now this man was truly yours, and it felt absolutely surreal.

You were impressed again how big, homely, and beautiful his penthouse was. You'd love to live here together with him. Maybe one day he would offer this possibility to you. You considered asking him right away, but it might not be the right moment yet. Although, it would feel like a dream coming true, and a girl could dream.

Before you had stepped out of the bedroom, you had put Loki's morning robe on, which he had placed earlier at the end of the bed while you were still sleeping. Your polka-dot dress and your dark green lace panty laid neatly folded right next to it, but you decided to wear his robe, just his robe. The dark green silk robe felt soothingly good on your still sensitive skin. His robe not only engulfed you with his manly scent, which also still clung to your skin, it also felt like he would engulf you in a loving embrace.

The silk robe, just loosely tied and swaying around your legs while walking outside to Loki, was too long, but it made you feel like a queen. The closer you got, the better you could see that Loki was in matching dark green silk pyjama bottoms, which rode low on his hips, revealing his incredibly erotic v-line. It would never fail to make you bite your lip and the visible outline of his cock made you want to press your body wholly and firmly against him. You just wanted him close to you again and feel the skin of his bare torso under your hands. You two in these matching morning wardrobes awoke an imagination in your head: the king and the queen of New Jersey, residing in their penthouse castle by the Hudson River, enjoying themselves in every hindsight and living happily ever after in their den of love, lust, joy and passion. You laughed silently and shook your head. It sounded like a smut fairy tale and you should better get out of this bubble.

“Here you are…Good morning, my irresistible lover,” you greeted him and walked towards him.

“Good morning, my sweet thing. Did you sleep well”, he asked you and placed his coffee on the table next to him. He admired that you were wearing his silk robe. It was too big for you but you looked so sweet and ravishing in it. You truly looked like a queen. His queen, his goddess.

“How can I not sleep well when I'm in the safety of your bed, wrapped up in your protective arms. You look pretty daring in your silk pyjama bottoms.” You stood close to him now and pressed your lower parts against his groin. He wasn't hard, but you loved the feeling of his manly parts pressing against you nonetheless. You let your hands travel over his firm abdomen and sculpted chest upwards to his collarbones and wrapped your arms around his neck, and scratched his nape gently. There were still some scratch marks on his chest and his back, so you caressed him with care and utter tenderness. With a deep purr, he showed you how much he liked what you did.

Loki would never get tired of your tenderness and your soft hands exploring his body and the gentle touches only you could give. Normally, he healed extremely fast, but the scratch marks you had caused marked him as yours now. He was proud of them, and so he had decided to keep them as long as his bite mark was going to linger on your skin.

“And you look like the goddess of temptation herself. Are you in the mood again, sweets?” He teased you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“You fed me so well last night, I'm glad that I'm able to walk” you said softly, mischievously grinning at him.

“Also… we can't fuck each other like jackrabbits twenty-four hours a day…”

“Well… why not?... I could… but then most possibly you would never be able to walk again”, he answered, a smug smile curving his lips.

“Loki! Really? Show some decency. You're a prince and a king,” you said with a staged outcry and slapped his arm playfully.

“Well, even better, I'm a god, and I'm capable of a lot of things, and seduction is one of them.” How much he loved these sassy bantering with you. It felt so normal and so good. You both chuckled and kissed each other briefly but lovingly.

“Seriously, Lo… I just need to feel you close. I just need to make sure that this… that you are real, that this is not a dream”, you explained calmly and swallowed thickly. You were still afraid you could wake up right now just to find out that all of this was just a dream, and your personal nightmare was still reality.

“It's real, my love. I'm real… all of this is real.”

“I still can't believe that my nightmare, my living hell of the last six months is over.”

“I know. But it's definitely over, sweets, and you're here now, with me. Do you know how often I've dreamt of a moment like this, to stand here with you, enjoying the first rays of the rising sun?” He asked you curiously.

You turned your head towards the Hudson and watched the ferries passing by. The rising sun conjured a golden shimmer to your skin and a delighted smile to your face.

“Yeah, I know because I wished for the same… and this view is truly awesome, Lo.”

You looked at Loki again, and a smile touched his lips. You were so ethereal and beautiful to him, and he had no words to describe how much he loved and adored you.

“Will I see my blue beauty again?” You wanted to know. You were still in awe of how gorgeous he looked last night in his natural form.

“You want to see me again in that state. Are you still not disgusted? You really don't see a monster in me, do you?” He asked you insecurely.

You huffed and smiled brightly at him.

“Do you see a whore in me?”

“Of course not! I never did!” he confirmed insistently

“That should answer your question, Lo.” You told him softly.

“Norns, Sugar…”, and he captured your lips with his, kissing you lustfully and gratefully.

“There's one question that's keeping me busy”, Loki said when he had finished kissing the heck out of you.

“What is it, Lo?”

“Will you quit the job as an escort?”

“Yes, I'll definitely do that! There's no need anymore to work as an escort lady, thanks to you, and I will always be grateful for what you've done for me, and… I'd never do this to you, Lo. I'm yours, no other man will ever have me”, you told him genuinely.

His answer was a relieved breath.

“But I'm still in need of a lady who escorts me to functions…” He smiled at you.

“Oh, really? And… What are you going to do about that, Mr. … Larsson?” A smug smile curving your lips.

“Hmmm… I could ask the woman I gave the dark green dress to because… I'd love to see her wearing it again,” He answered and licked his upper lip.

“Uuhh… look at you, I can see there's a certain something in your eyes. You seem to like her very much,” and you tucked a loose strand of his hair behind his ear.

“What I feel for her is far beyond liking…”, he told you softly and inched closer to your face.

“What a lucky girl… Do I know her? Oh wait…”, you gasped playfully, “… it's me!”

“Indeed!” Loki stroked your cheek lovingly with the back of his fingers.

“Of course, I'll escort you. Now I can do it as your girlfriend, and I've the privilege to know the wonderful man behind the public persona Luke Larsson, and I'm so proud of it… I'm proud of you, Lo. I'm also allowed to hold your hand, and kiss you in public and… play some dirty games under the table with you, and I might use my foot for that…and I'd love to wear this dream of a dress again.”

“You sweet little temptress”, he purred velvety, and he bit tenderly into your lower lip.

“But just under one condition”, you said smilingly, poking your forefinger into his chest, and you pulled back slightly so you could look at him.

“Under what conditions, sweets?” He looked quizzically at you.

“I'd like to get a bouquet of wildflowers again. Please.”

“I'll give a whole garden of wildflowers to you, and yes, you'll get a bouquet of wildflowers, and I'll pick them up by myself again.” You cupped his face, kissed him devotedly, and he gave in so passionately that you got weak in your knees.

“Hmmmmm…”, you hummed contendly into his mouth.

“What is it, sweet thing?” Loki asked you, amused.

“You taste good, like…”

“Yeah, I know, cinnamon it is”, he interrupted you smilingly.

“Uh-hm, but now you taste more like coffee, and I'm in urgent need of coffee”, you sighed.

“Then you shall have it”, Loki said and passed you his coffee mug. You took a big gulp and closed your eyes when the warm beverage ran down your throat and reached your stomach. After the good-morning-kisses from Loki, this was the second best thing in the morning.

Loki took the mug out of your hands, took a gulp himself, and placed it on the table again. Suddenly, he felt a certain insecurity between you two, and the way you gazed at him seemed to be witnessing his impression.

“What's wrong, sweets? What are you thinking about?” he asked concernedly, his voice warm like the sunlight.

You stared at his chest, not knowing how to begin. You ran your palms down his biceps, squeezing them gently before you nuzzled your nose between his pecs, the curly chest hair tickling your nose and your mouth. You pressed a soft kiss to his chest and raised your head hesitantly to look at him.

“It's not easy for me… and I don't want to fuck this up.” You swallowed thickly, still not knowing if you should really ask him. Probably it was much too soon. Loki's concern grew potentially.

“ I…I don't dare ask you but… can I stay? Here? With you? In your penthouse? Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be intrusive or force you into something you don't want yet… ahmm… forget it. It's too soon to ask you that. I'm just drunk of our proximity and our love and your adoration and tenderness. I just… I just can't imagine being without you anymore. I can see myself having a future with you, you know. I'm also scared, although my love for you is bigger.” What would he say? Would he tell you now what a silly, illusionary girl you were? Loki hissed out a deep breath of relief.

“Norns, Sugar. I thought you wanted to break up with me because you considered it too soon for a relationship with me. Damn, you scared me. Of course, you can stay and I want you to stay. I need you to be with me, next to me, on top of me, under me, wrapped around me…,” and he pulled you against his firm chest and hugged you gently.

“I didn't dare ask either because I didn't want to push you. Please stay, sweets. You can also have your own room if you want. For studying, reading, relaxing, doing whatever you want to do when you need some me-time. My space is big enough for that. There's a big room upstairs and it has its own balcony, and if you want it's yours”, Loki offered you and your gaze followed his finger that pointed upwards to the big balcony with the glass balustrade. On it, two big lounge chairs, a table and a big green plant. It looked incredibly inviting.

“Really? That should be my own place here? This room is as big as my whole apartment, and I don't even have a balcony. I don't know what to say, Lo…thank you.” You were speechless, and you couldn't believe what he just had offered to you.

“There's no need to thank me. My home is your home, and I told you that I'd do anything for you to keep you safe and happy. And if it feels better for you, then keep your apartment, I'm fine with it. Just know that you'll always have a place here.” Loki couldn't believe that you really wanted to live with him. Finally, he wouldn't be alone anymore, and for you, he'd definitely give up on his freely chosen solitude. He never wanted to be without you anymore.

“So, will you stay and move in here?” He asked cautiously.

“Is there something you want me to do in return? I could pay rent for the room but I don't know if you want any money from me…”

“Are you kidding me, sweet thing? You don't have to pay for it. You chose me to be the man by your side, and you love me unconditionally. That's more than I could ever have wished for. Your love is more than enough for me, and I don't need anything else, I just need you,” he told you genuinely.

“What if we fail? What if it doesn't work?” you whispered warily against his lips.

“We won't know if we don't try, sweets. This is new for me, too, and I'm as scared as you are. But we'll figure it out. Together!”

“Yes, sounds like a good plan. Just let us try and see what happens”, you replied, softly smiling.

Loki gave a gentle kiss to your forehead and he found that it was the right moment now to give you the present he has hidden in his walk-in closet for so many weeks, not knowing if he would ever get the chance to give it to you.

“I have something for you, and you can decorate your private room with it… just in case you like my gift.”

“Loki, a gift again? I assure you there's no need to give me presents. I truly appreciate your gifts, but you've given me so much already. The only thing I need is you”, you told him honestly.

“I know, sweet thing, but I had to do it, I had no choice. Wait here for me… and close your eyes. Promised?”

“Promised!” You closed your eyes, additionally covering them with your hands. You were nervous about what he might have gotten for you. You really didn't want him to spoil you with gifts all the time.

You heard him coming back and putting something on the terrace tiles with a silent sound.

“Open your eyes, sweets.”

You did as you were told and took your hands down and opened your eyes. You couldn't believe it when you saw what he was holding between his hands, half as tall as he was. He had bought the painting you couldn't stop staring at when you stood in front of it on the day of the gallery opening. It was the painting of the golden elegant vase filled to the brim with all sorts of wildflowers, tulips, roses, daffodils, lilies, and peonies, loosely arranged. Your eyes watered with happy tears. How thoughtful and attentive this man was without even knowing you well at that point in time then. He must've sensed in an instant how fascinated and in love you've been with it right from the first time you saw the painting.

“Whenever I looked at this painting, I had to think of you. It always reminded me of you and that… special day. Using the symbolism of the painting and according to the interpretation you used that day, you're elegant and pretty as the vase and wonderful, wild, free, untamed, and colourful as the flowers. But you were so broken and sad. That's what I saw every time when I looked into your eyes… and now you're shining like the sun and like the bright colours of this painting and you're so untamed and free again and that's everything I've wished for you.

It was also the day when you asked me to sleep with you. I wanted you so much and at the same time I didn't want to hurt you, neither physically nor mentally, and I didn't want to take advantage of you and your body and the situation you had been in. You confused me so much, but you also fascinated me, and at the same time, I realized that I began to care about you, that I wanted to get to know you. And in the end, I couldn't help myself and bought it… for you, without even knowing if I would be able to give it to you.” His explanation was genuine and so emotional that your heart skipped a beat.

“Loki… you bought … it for me? I…”, you couldn't speak. A big lump in your throat took your breath away and made you almost unable to speak. “When did you buy it?”

“I bought it immediately the next day after the opening … . I couldn't help myself, I had to buy it for you, for me… for us. Not only because you obviously liked it so much but also as a memento of the day when both our lives began to change. Do you still like it?” He asked you, fearing you probably wouldn't like it anymore and reject his gift.

“Of course, Lo. I still like it, yes. I'm still captivated by this wonderful painting. And I never want to forget that day when I had the courage to ask you to sleep with me and everything changed for us. You saved my life, Lo… you saved me”, you said smilingly and quietly, your voice trembling and breaking. “Thank you, Lo, for buying the painting for me. It still puts a spell on me, and I'd love to hang it on the wall of my room upstairs.”

“You'll come here and live with me? You haven't changed your mind?” His eyes teared up.

“I'll stay and move in here”, you confirmed and hugged him firmly. “Nothing can change my mind anymore, Cinnamon.”

“That makes me utterly happy, Sugar”, he turned around, leaned the painting against the floor-to-ceiling window and scooped you up in his arms, and kissed you so deeply that you almost started crying.

“Never forget that this penthouse and your room here are not a golden cage I want to put you into. It's your home now, too, and you're free to go wherever and whenever you want.”

“I know, Lo, and I also know that you'd never do this to me. You always gave me the feeling of being free, valued, and loved.”

“You do the same to me, my sweet thing, and you saved my life. I'm so grateful for it. No woman before accepted me and loved me the way you do. You made me believe in love again. You made me feel alive again.”

You stared into each other's eyes, smiling and your gazes assuring each other you'd never let the other down.

“Kiss me again, Lo. I need your lips on mine.”

“There's nothing I'd love to do more than that”, and he inched closer to kiss your waiting mouth.

He swept his tongue along the seam of your lips, demanding entry, and you opened your mouth willingly. A sigh of pleasure escaped your mouth when his tongue played with yours, and his fingers caressed your nape. Your hands were tangled in his thick curls, tugging them gently. Loki shivered under your touch and moaned blissfully. You felt his semi-hard length pressing against your stomach, and it made you instantly wet. You smiled inwardly. You loved the idea that you could make Loki Laufeyson lose control.

“Dance with me, Sugar!”

“Here?”

“Yes, and this time I'll dance with you like I wanted to do that evening when we danced for the first time” and he brought you into the dancing position for a waltz but much closer to his body than back then.

With a flick of his hands, the terrace furniture vanished, and out of some hidden speakers sounded the song you danced to for the first time together. And like that evening months ago, he danced the perfect waltz with you. But this time, you were glued to each other, melding perfectly into each other's body. His posture was utter perfection again, his muscles strong and firm and tightly pressed to your body, his hands tenderly holding you. Like that evening, his breath fanned over your face and your cleavage, his scent fresh and warm and spicy,

Like always you felt perfect in his arms, soft, warm, fragile and the way your body melded into his again and the touch of your hand on his shoulder and the feeling of your other hand in his made his heart swell with steadily growing love for you.

“I'm yours, Sugar”, he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I'm yours, Cinnamon”, you answered, and you two swayed in perfect circles over the terrace until the song was over.

Now standing at the railing and enjoying the view of the skyline again, Loki hugged you from behind, one hand cupping your breast and his other hand splayed on your stomach. You leaned into him, your hands cupping his on your stomach, your body relaxing in his intimate hug.

“Tomorrow I'll talk to Rhea, Gabby and my mum. I need to tell them everything. I don't want to start my new life with secrets and lies”, you stated.

“Yeah, I consider it a good idea, and you should do that. I'll accompany you, you don't have to do this alone. I also would like to get to know your best friend… and your mum if it's not too early for that. Will they like me?” Loki felt a bit angsty. What if your mum and your friend wouldn't like him or worse, despise him?

“They will like you, Lo, and my mum will love you. Believe me, she's gorgeous and a wonderful woman”, you tried to calm him.

“I'm pretty sure of that because I know how wonderful her daughter is”, and he leaned his head against yours, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

“But be aware of Gabby, she's very direct and unpredictable”, you told him, turning your head and looking at him. “I'm just kidding. She's wonderful and caring and the best friend one could have. I'm sure you'll get along with her very well. I'm pretty sure you like her kind of humour”.

“I hope so. I'll do my very best to make her like me.”

“Don't worry about that, she already does because she knows how happy you make me.”

Loki pressed another kiss to your temple and squeezed you tenderly.

“It's such a wonderful day, Lo. Should we go on a trip? I would like to have one more day off for regeneration and for processing everything that happened yesterday before I finalize my thesis and before I have to have the necessary conversations with my beloved ones. What do you think?” You asked him excitedly.

“Good plan! What would you like to do, sweets?”

You turned around in his arms to face him and slang your arms around his neck.

“What about a picnic in a park in Staten Island? Before that, let us visit Lady Liberty and celebrate my new freedom and your freedom to come. Would you like that, Lo?”

Loki grabbed you by your buttocks, and squeezed them firmly.

“Let's get dressed, sweets. The next ferry is ours.”

You both were looking forward to your day trip to Staten Island, and Loki would take the opportunity to tell you one further thing that he considered important for you to know.

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Kill him kill him kill him

KILL HIM WITH THE SHADOW BOYS, EVEN BETTER

Look all I'm saying is the shadow versions wouldn't leave any traces or finger prints and he could mind magic himself out of that girl's mind. He could get away with it

Painful? Like a goodbye??? Bitch do not

Don't do this again

You can't just put the fear of God in me like that, my heart sunk

Finally the job and recognition walker deserves

Loki is such a sweet little baby at heart looking after everyone he cares for and even their loved ones, it's almost hard to imagine he's the same guy that nearly killed Ralph

Damn she a better girl than me I wouldn't have stopped under that table

GIRL YOU CANT END IT THERE???? HELLO? WHERES THAT SHOWER MOMENT

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU)/ 18+

Chapter 12

Chapter 11

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, angst, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, soft!dom/sub vibes, toxic relationship, morally grey stuff, blackmailing, abusive and insulting behaviour, workplace bullying, some violence

A/N: I'm sorry that it took me so long to update this. Life keeps being a plague. It's a long chapter once again and the end of the story is coming closer. I hope you enjoy reading.

While slipping into your dark green trainers you called Walker. You hoped that he could quickly drive you to lower Manhattan. You needed to find Loki as soon as possible and maybe you needed Walker's help to stop him from doing something really stupid. You weren't sure if Walker would answer your call, maybe he had worked the whole night and was still sleeping right now but you had to try it. You needed someone by your side you could trust and who wouldn't let you down in this awful situation and besides, you had no other person you could ask for help in this specific situation.

“Hello? Who's speaking?” You heard Walker's hoarse voice on the other end of the line, answering your call. It sounded like he was suppressing a yawn.

“Walker? It's y/n here. Walker, can you come, please? I need your help”, you asked him and grabbed your coat from the coat rack, putting it on.

“Are you okay? Did something happen? Is it about Mr.Larsson? Did he do something to you?” Walker was immediately wide awake when he heard your concerned and subtly frantic voice but he couldn't imagine that something bad could've happened between you and Loki.

“It has something to do with him, yes but he didn't hurt me. Walker please come, it's urgent. Can you drive me to lower Manhattan? Immediately? I'll explain everything to you while driving there and I promise I'll make it up to you. But please, please help me”, you nearly began to cry. You were so afraid that it might be already too late to avoid the worst case.

“Of course, dear, I'll be there in five”, and he ended the call.

You hurriedly ran down the stairway and waited in front of your house for Walker to arrive, impatiently walking up and down the pavement. It seemed you waited for an eternity but shortly after you saw the familiar black limousine driving around the corner to pick you up. You yanked the door hastily open, slipped into the passenger seat and closed the door, Walker looking quizzically at you.

“I don't belong on the backseat anymore, I won't return to the agency to work as an escort lady. I've fallen in love, Walker and I wanna be together just with him, with Lo… Luke”, you answered his wordless question, nearly accidentally revealing Loki's real name caused by the overwhelming situation you were in. You could barely think straight. Your thoughts were all about Loki and what he was about to do.

“I'm glad to hear that, y/n, you deserve happiness and a loving man by your side. Where do you want me to take you?”

“Do you remember the building I told you where my last workplace was?”

“Yes, I do!”

“Perfect! Please drive me there and Walker, we have to hurry. Loki… Mr Larsson is going to kill someone and… we need to stop him. He told me that… that he would kill my shitty ex after we spent our first night in the hotel suite. Now I'm running after him to avoid it and if not… he has to go… to jail. Walker, I can't lose him, I can't live without him”, you explained, your voice trembling with fear.

“He's going to kill someone? Seriously? This man would go to any lengths for you, wouldn't he? I always knew it. This man has fallen deeply for you. But…’Loki’?” The name evoked something in his mind.

“Walker, please…”

“Yeah, let's go. Buckle up, ma'am, we're in a hurry. Let's go on that mission”, and he ignited the engine, pressed the accelerator pedal down and merged into the traffic. The sun wasn't shining anymore and it began to rain when you were halfway through Manhattan. And as if that wasn't enough to darken your mood, you ended up in the biggest traffic jam you could think of. There wasn't any back or forth and no chance to take a different way. The rain got pretty heavy and you pulled the hood of your coat over your head. You opened the door, ready to jump out of the car onto the rain-filled and busy streets.

“What are you doing? You'll be drenched within seconds!” Walker warned you.

“I cannot wait for the traffic jam to clear, Walker. Meet me at the building of my former workplace, okay?” You didn't wait for his answer and confirmation. You slammed the car door shut and ran, ignoring everyone who came into your way, dodging everyone as best you could. The rain was pouring down now and you were already drenched to the bones after a few seconds but you didn't care. You ran, you ran as fast as you never did before in your life, and you hoped it wasn't already too late. Ralph's agency was still several blocks away.

“Loki, don't, please don't do it… Loki, no”, those words dropped off your lips like a mantra and your tears mixed up with the heavy raindrops on your face.

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“Is your boss in?” Loki asked calmly but darkly.

“Do you have an appointment, Mister…?” The front desk lady, a beautiful, young woman dressed in an elegant business dress, wanted to know. Seemingly impressed she stared at the man in front of her. Tall, with prominent cheekbones and a sharp jawline, his long inky black hair slicked back to tame the obvious curls, his toned body perfectly dressed in an all-black suit and a black dress shirt with a dark green tie, fixed with a golden tie pin, a dark long straight-cut double-breasted coat with notched, dark green lapels and a dark green lining. A nice pair of golden cufflinks peeped out of the coat’s sleeves and rounded off his elegant outfit. Loki would never appear on a business matter in casual clothes like he had worn when he had left you this morning. His appearance was extremely intimidating, even frightening and the dark sunglasses, which covered his eyes, added to this feeling. Loki ignored her and turned around to head to Ralph's office which must be behind that massive wooden door to his left-hand side. Today was payday. Not for you but for Ralph. Loki was on a mission and his mission was to fight for the honour of his lady, for you. And he had no time to waste.

“Sir, please, I must insist …Sir, excuse me, you can't… Sir”, she shouted at Loki, running after him and trying to stop him from entering Ralph's office without an appointment or personal invitation.

“Shhhh”, was all she was hearing when Loki turned around to look at her, placing his pointer finger vertically over his lips to shut her up.

“I assure you, I can, madam”, Loki said, his voice deep and cold as the arctic night. The young woman froze in place and she already knew that she would get punished by her boss because she hadn't done her job correctly which was to avoid this man walking straight into her boss’ office. Her neck hairs stood up when she saw Loki with long strides approaching her boss’ office door, his boots heavily hitting the floor. Loki gripped the doorknob, turned it, entered the office silently, and closed the soundproof door soundlessly behind him.

Ralph's back was facing the door and he was staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows while he was on a phone call with someone. At the horizon, heavy rain-filled clouds were hanging dangerously in the sky, coming closer with every minute. His voice trembled and sounded angsty and excitedly. Loki took in the interior of the office and everything looked like he had expected. A curved glass desk, with several photos spread out on it, and a black leather executive chair, designer furniture, of course. A big flat-screen TV embedded in a wood-panelled wall, mahogany, of course. The finest cashmere silk carpets covered the marble floor and an amazing view over lower Manhattan completed the luxury of this office. And nothing of this came from Ralph's work. Not the money he owned, not this exclusive location, not the interiors. Nothing he claimed to be his was his at least. Not at all. Most of it came from your work and the work of your colleagues and seeing all this now with his own eyes after you had told him everything made him even angrier than he already was. He could literally and figuratively see how hard you had worked for all of this and he knew that professional success didn't come from nothing. Ralph really knew how to exploit his employees, mentally, physically and emotionally. A more superior, arrogant prick who never shit between two shoes. His only interest was money. He didn't care about anyone, he only cared about money and wealth. It disgusted Loki to imagine you in the arms of this jerk and he shuddered inwardly, suppressing the upcoming possessiveness and protective feelings he had for you. He had to stay cool and collected to avoid any bad mistakes which could bring him back to the dungeons of Asgard.

“You'll get your money… yes… yes, I assure you… yes, yes I promise… yes, I know she'll pay… C’mon, you know me, I'd never…”, Ralph whined into the phone and tried to sound credible when he turned around, looking at the tall, dark-dressed man standing opposite of him.

“I call you back, bye”, he talked into the phone and ended the call abruptly.

“And who the fuck are you? Who let you in? Do we have an appointment? I don't think so! Get out of here!” Ralph addressed Loki disrespectfully and upset.

“The front desk lady told me that you're here and I let myself in”, Loki responded emotionlessly and took off the sunglasses to put them provocatively slow into the pocket of his coat, settling his piercing gaze on Ralph's face.

“That bitch will get fired. That fuckin’ loser will never learn to do her job right. I'm surrounded by fuckin‘ idiots”, Ralph shouted towards the door, raising a clenched fist.

“Says the son of a bitch who has nothing else to do than exploiting and mistreating his employees and caretakers. I'd say, that makes you a fuckin’ idiot, a snorty pretentious douchebag who looks down on others”, Loki said while walking slowly towards Ralph, towering dangerously over him.

“Who are you? Are you one of Malone's men? I've told him I need more time. Don't go on my nerves, man!”

“Never heard of that name”, Loki answered, his voice menacingly.

“Are we dealing with the wrong men, Mr Belmont?” Loki tilted his head. “It doesn't matter who I am. I am no one's man. Well, I'm y/n's man but this is none of your business”, Loki's voice was deadly calm, deep and threatening and he felt the urgent wish of conjuring a knife.

“Ohhh, I see…”,Ralph laughed bitterly. “Are you her new stud, eh? Is that bitch in heat again? Well, I hope you fuck her right. Does that slut go wild when you shove your dick up her cunt or does she still think of me to cum hard? She's so frigid sometimes. That's so boring and annoying, isn't it? Thankfully it's none of my business anymore. Maybe I could give you some advice on how to pleasure her right. You better make the slut pay her debts or I'll forget about my good manners”, Ralph bellowed. “The clock is ticking man and soon you and the rest of Manhattan will know about what she really likes, you know. Would you like that? Your girlfriend posing naked on every billboard in Manhattan you can think of?” Ralph said provocatively not knowing who he was talking to. Loki clenched his jaw hard, glancing down at Ralph before he looked at the pictures on the desk.

“Are these the photos you're blackmailing y/n with?” It was a rhetorical question and he had a closer look at the spread-out photos. They showed you, his precious girl and beloved queen, in sexy lingerie or completely naked in lascivious poses or throwing air kisses toward the photographer, which was Ralph. Loki would've found them cute and arousing but knowing under which circumstances and why they were taken he was just disgusted. You didn't deserve that. It was abusive and violated the most private part of your life. He knew you had agreed to get photographed like that by your ex but they shouldn't lay here, on the desk, for everyone to see, ready to get published. On closer inspection, Loki discovered an HD-card lying on the desktop too, halfway covered by one of the pics.

“And the sex tape is on that card, I assume.”

“What a clever man you are?” Ralph answered sweetly and dismissively. “The bitch hasn't paid yet. If she pays, she can have them. If not, I'll publish them tomorrow at 6 am sharp. I own a bunch of billboards around town and beyond the city limits. It'll ruin her reputation, she won't have any chance in the marketing business anymore… or she comes back to me, back to the office and into my bed, so I can teach her further and everything will be fine again and I'll forget about the sexy, dirty little secrets I share with her”, Ralph said, a sardonic smile curving his mouth. “Or are you interested in the photos and the porn video? It's a really good one. Maybe you can learn something new, eh?” And he kept grinning complacently at Loki. “You can have them… let me think… for half a million dollars? That's the bare minimum for such a beautiful girl and a great offer, isn't it? You also would have two things for the price of one… you'd have her and the erotic photos. I'd say that's a fantastic deal so... Take it or leave it”, he offered the pics to Loki like they were a slice of meat.

Loki kept eyeballing him, pure hate and contempt in his gaze and he tried hard to not lose his cool. His fantasy evolved from punching and stabbing Ralph to ripping his tongue out. It was hard for him to stay calm but he had something to lose and that he would never risk. Not for someone like Ralph. Somehow he had a feeling he could hear your voice from afar, begging him to not do it, whatever ‘it’ was.

“And you say you loved her?” Loki's voice sounded emotionlessly but inwardly his blood was boiling.

“Who said I did? Yeah, in the beginning… everything was sunshine and roses and we were fucking like rabbits, yeah it was fun. She was of great use, you know. Everything she touched turned to gold. She's smart, clever, brave, an excellent negotiator, and a successful account manager. She's one of the best in our business. It gained us loads of money. She had a luxurious life with me and everything a girl wants: a penthouse in the best region of Manhattan, a beach house in the Hamptons, luxurious holidays, luxurious designer clothes, purses and shoes, her beloved cabrio to cruise to her mama, finest jewellery and big ass parties, and we still had sex which was off the charts when she was in the right mood… anything a girl could dream of but she threw it all away… for someone like… you?” Ralph raised his eyebrows and his grimy laughter filled his office. Loki was close to freak out and he had to suppress the urgent need to kill Ralph in an instant.

“But love? Love is for kids and dogs and absolutely overrated. Money and sex are good, and more fulfilling. Y/n was an investment, you know. She had a good life with me and there was no need to leave me. She decided differently. But no one, absolutely no one leaves a Belmont. Not without paying back their debts. I just want the money back I have invested in her. And being generous as I am she just has to pay a fraction of what she has cost me… or you take my offer. It's all up to you. Your decision. But as lovesick as you are I'm sure you'll take my offer.”

Loki's anger was boundless and grew with every second this piece of shit kept talking. The memory of you, sitting on the couch with your knees pulled to your chest, desperate and bawling your eyes out because of this man, this swine and what he had done to you and to what his behaviour had forced you to do, flashed back into his mind and made his heart aching. Enough was enough. This man would never hurt you again. Without a warning Ralph was grabbed and spun around and with an expulsion of air when his back hit the wood-panelled wall hard, he was pinned against it by two horned shadows. Panicking, Ralph couldn't see that they had the same shape as Loki. Loki's eyes shimmering greenish and dangerous, he slowly and elegantly took a seat in Ralph's leather chair, crossing one long leg over the other, keeping his stare fixed on that pathetic mortal literally sticking to the wall. He could clearly sense the smell of cold sweat that ran down Ralph's forehead and temples. Ralph screamed and shouted, struggling against the shadows that held him firmly against the wall.

“Hey asshole, stop that, damn it! What is that, let me down! Who are you?” He screamed.

“Someone who is fighting for justice and the honour of a woman. If you want to survive this you better answer my following question accurately. I only ask you once. Are these the only pictures and the only HD card you have of y/n?” Loki rested his forearms on the chair's armrests and kept staring at Ralph with that greenish gaze.

“Don't you dare threaten me… as if I would tell you, asshole… arghhh…”, Ralph whined and instantly the grip of the shadows tightened painfully.

“Wrong answer. Try again but be aware, it's your last chance”, Loki explained dryly. He still considered stabbing Ralph, cutting his balls off, and freeing him from his tongue and eyeballs… There were so many possibilities.

“Yes, yes these are the only ones…”, he answered, his voice squeaky and nearly suffocating when the grips of the shadows tightened further.

“Are you sure? No copies?”

“Yeah… arghh…no… no copies”, Ralph howled, convinced Loki would buy his lie.

“Wrong answer”, Loki responded and let the grip tighten further. He was sure he heard some bones of that pathetic creature break.

“Hey, …stop it… I tell you but please stop it, let… me down”, Ralph begged pathetically and cried painfully. “Hey, I need the money, okay?”, he pressed out. He wouldn't be able to stand this physical attack much longer but Loki wouldn't show mercy until he knew where the copies were.

“I need the money… they won't have mercy. Y/n owes me… she owes me the money…I invested in her… I've debts…a lot of debts. I borrowed money from them…”

“Who are ‘them’?” Loki wanted to. Not that it was important, he was just curious.

“The mafia, the… New York mafia, guys from… the underground…”

“Then you shouldn't have messed up with them. I'm sure they'll take good care of you and your issues. It's none of y/n's business. She was definitely right when she told me you would never get enough. Did you really just try to sell her to me? You even tried to sell me the pictures of her for twice the money you're blackmailing from her. You're such a disgusting piece of shit. And for the record, y/n owes you nothing. But you, you owe her everything. She never wanted all that fancy stuff and your money that isn't even yours. She wanted to be loved and appreciated but all you did was just hurt and abuse her and keep her in a toxic relationship. You tore her heart out and destroyed her happiness. Slowly, torturously, every single day over so many years. You're a scourge, a fucking scourge, threatening everyone around you. You deserve no pity or any kind of sympathy. You used y/n, her trust and her love and mistreated her in every way possible. You nearly wrung the life out of her, you wanted to throw her under the bus. That girl sold her body out of necessity because you had nothing else to do but take advantage of her and blackmail her. And the worst thing is you blackmailed her with these photographs, her proof of love because she posed just for you and trusted you that you would never show them to anyone else. You're disgusting and pathetic and you will burn in hell for that. You don't deserve any good and you never deserved her. You just used her to save your own ass. I should kill you for that and believe me, I could do terrible, awful things to you but you're not worth it that I get my hands dirty on you. You're a disgrace, not worthy to be in the same room as her, not worthy to breathe the same air she breathes, not worthy to even look at her. She's a queen, a goddess and you were never worthy of her at all. And now listen very carefully! You will never reach out to her again or I will find a way to eliminate your pathetic existence.” Loki's voice was full of hate and wrath and there wasn't the slightest shadow of a doubt that he wouldn't do what he was telling him.

“She's under my protection now and you get out of her life for once and all! Got it, you little shit? Where are the copies?” Loki snorted angrily, nostrils flaring and teeth clenching.

“Yeah… got it…”, Ralph confirmed, desperately gasping for air his lungs were longing for. “On my laptop… there's a file on my laptop… that's all… I swear, that's all…”

Loki rose from the leather chair and with a flick of his hands the photos, the HD card and any other digital devices in Ralph's office and on any other desk on this floor turned into ashes, leaving a smoldering mess on every table of Ralph's company. When Loki's shadows vanished, Ralph crashed down to the floor and Loki saw that this pathetic nobody had pissed his trousers.

“Pathetic”, was Loki's only comment and with that he left Ralph's office without closing the door.

“Someone should clean up the mess and tidy up his room”, he said while passing the front desk lady, with her shocked face staring at her smouldering computer and phone. Loki quickly left the floor and finally the building. When he stepped out of the building the sun wasn't shining anymore. Rain was pouring down instead and the streets were already wet and puddles formed everywhere. Damn, he had forgotten to take his umbrella with him. He still lived undercover as Luke Larsson and as this alter ego he couldn't risk conjuring an umbrella under the eyes of Manhattan's inhabitants.

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You ran through the heavy rain, desperately crying and your lungs aching from the exhaustingly run. But you didn't dare make a pause or run slower, you needed to find Loki and stop him. What if he had already killed Ralph? What if it were already too late? You ran and ran, water splashing up your trousers. You were holding your head down the whole time to save your face from the raindrops painfully hitting your facial skin. You kept staring down at the pavement while running through the crowded streets. The way to your former workplace didn't seem to end and you were close to giving up on your plan to save your lover from doing something really stupid when you finally arrived and suddenly bumped into a solid wall of muscles. Immediately, two strong arms were wrapped firmly around you and a familiar voice addressed you scoldingly but lovingly.

“Hey, watch it, girl!”

You looked up, the rain covering your face again.

“Loki, oh my goodness, Loki”, you gasped and hugged him ever so tightly that he moaned with laughter.

“Sweets, what are you doing here, I told you…”

“Loki, please…please tell me you didn't kill him…Loki…” you cried.

“Sweets, why should I…”

“Loki, why did you kill Ralph? Please tell me…please…why did you make such a mistake…I'm not worth it that you risk everything for me…”

“Sweets, calm down. Protecting the people you love is never a mistake… well, listen… everything is…”

“Loki I can't lose you, I can't. How am I supposed to live without you? They will take you away from me…they will bring you to Asgard and then…” you continued upset.

“Sweets, no one will bring me…” Loki tried to interrupt you.

“They will, Loki, they will…and I will never see you again…please, please don't leave me alone…I can't let you go…”, you sobbed desperately.

“Would you please listen to me just for a second, my love?” Loki asked you insistently.

He made you loosen your tight grip on him a little bit so he could look into your tear-stained eyes and talk to you. He cupped your rain-wet face with his big hands, his thumbs gently rubbing over your cheeks and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. They were wet from the rain and your tears but the salty taste was delicious and the softness of your lips gave him the familiar comfy feeling in his gut. But it also felt painful and somehow like a goodbye.

“I didn't kill him. I only taught him a lesson”, Loki told you calmly after breaking the kiss.

“You didn't kill him?”

“No!” He answered softly and chuckled.

“You really didn't?”

“I really didn't!”

“The photos… What about the photos? And the video?”

“Destroyed, gone to ashes. Everything!”

“Are they? Really?”

“Yeah, really”, he responded, nodding affirmatively and smiling at you.

“I am… I am free now?” You asked unbelievingly. Loki hesitated for a moment before he gave you the answer. He didn't want to let you go ever again but maybe he had to.

“Yes, Sugar. You're free. You're free to go wherever you want. And… I'll keep an eye on you, I promise. I'll be there whenever you need me, sweets. I hope you get happiness soon, you deserve it, more than anyone else. You will always be in my heart and I will never forget you, my sweet thing. You showed me how love, care and adoration should feel and I'm so grateful for it and… I envy the man who is going to call you ‘his’ one day. What a lucky lad he will be.” Loki's voice broke a little bit and he was glad that it was still raining so you couldn't really see the upcoming tears in his eyes.

“Why would you say that? Why are you talking about another man? Why do you make it sound like this is our goodbye?” You were puzzled and rattled.

“You said, you aren't sure if you're ready for a new relationship, a relationship with me. You also told me that you would never fall in love with a client. And in the end, I maybe was never more than this, a client. And it's okay, I totally get that. I just want you to be okay. If you're happy, I'm happy too. I'll always be your friend,” Loki said with obvious sadness.

“I've already found him…” and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“You found who?”

“The man I want to be with… the lucky lad”, you told him, mischievously grinning.

“Yeah, I thought so… and it's understandable”, Loki confirmed and you couldn't help but chuckle.

“You're such an adorable, admirable, wonderful and beautiful charmer, Loki Laufeyson. You still don't know it? It's you. It has always been you!”

“But you said…”

“Yeah, I know… I said a lot of things, stupid things. But there's one thing I didn't say yet”, you told him softly, grabbed him by the collar of his coat and pulled him towards you.

“I love you, Loki, I love you more than I can tell or show you. You're everything to me”, and you pulled him in for a kiss, pressing your lips gently onto his. He swept his tongue along the seam of your lips, demanding entry and you opened your mouth willingly. This wasn't a kiss of passion or a kiss to evoke positive emotions. It was a kiss of revelation. It was a kiss filled with all the love you had inside of you for each other. Now he knew that he loved you, sincerely and genuinely, and he also knew that you loved him too in the same way. You had just told him and he knew that you would never lie to him. The truth was in that loving kiss.

“We should get you out of the rain, sweet thing. You're drenched to the bones. I don't want you to get ill, my love. Let me bring you home.”

“Home? Which home, Loki?”

“What do you mean, sweets?”

“Please, I'd like to go home with you. I don't want to be alone anymore…” Loki smiled brightly at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, the rain still pouring down on you two.

“Let's get back to your home first so you can get some of your clothes and belongings and then we can go to my home if that's what you want. I'd love to take you home with me, sweets. I don't want to be alone anymore either. And later I'll take you out for dinner. I want to date you and spoil you. Would you like that, my love?” He asked you softly.

“You've no idea how much I'd like that, Loki”, you confirmed.

Loki felt a swell of emotion rise inside him and he didn't know if he wanted to smile or cry or both of it at the same time.

“Thank you, thank you for doing this for me, Loki. You risked your freedom and your life for me”, and you kissed him again and he was holding you so tightly as if the pouring rain could wash you away if he wouldn't hold you this close.

“I'd do anything for you. I'd spend the rest of my life in shackles and solitude as long as I know that you're okay, that you're happy and safe. And I swear, I never wanted to buy you, all I ever wanted was to help you, protect you, love you and have you by my side!” Water was dripping from his dark locks and the tip of his nose, and you were sure there were also some tears running down his cheek.

“I know, Lo, I know”, and a swell of tears prevented you from further talking.

Loki rested his forehead against yours and pulled you gently closer against his chest if that was even possible. He felt you trembling because of the rain and the upcoming wind and most possibly it wasn't just because of this. There was so much tension in you and so much pressure over the last months, emotionally and physically, and you still couldn't process yet what just had happened and what Loki had been doing for you. You would need some time to cope with the whole situation and to fully understand that you were truly free now.

“Let's go, sweet thing. You're dripping wet and shivering because of the cold”, and while he thought about calling for a taxi, a car's horn, which definitely was different from other horns, was honking invitingly. You both looked in the direction of that special noise and a big smile crossed your faces. It was Walker. He finally had made it through the traffic jam. You two hurriedly ran hand in hand to the limousine. Loki yanked the rear door open to let you get into the backseat first.

“C'mon, get in, you two love cats”, Walker insisted and he smiled at you both, a fatherly concern in his eyes.

You two slipped into the backseat and as soon as you were sitting next to each other, you began to laugh wholeheartedly. You two looked rather like completely drenched street cats than like two adorable love cats. Walker turned his head to look at you and joined in your laughter. Neither Loki nor you could remember the last time you were laughing that freely and genuinely. For the first time, you recognised Loki laughing like this and you were in awe at how beautiful he looked when he was laughing and you were sure his smile could cure all of your sadness, insecurities and fears.

“So everything is alright, I assume?” Walker wanted to know.

“Yes, everything is fine. We're so sorry, Walker, that we're ruining your backseat. I'll dry and clean it after reaching my apartment, I promise”, you told him while lovingly squeezing Loki's hand which rested on his thigh in the sodden trousers of his completely waterlogged suit.

“Don't worry about that, y/n. So, where do you want me to drive you and Mr Larsson?”

“Please drive us to my beautiful lady's home first and then it would be great if you could drive us to New Jersey, to my penthouse”, Loki asked him politely.

“Of course, Sir, as you wish”, Walker responded kindly and turned the key in the ignition. Ignoring the blare of car horns, he merged into the traffic to drive you two to your home first and he also put the partition up to give you some privacy.

With a slight side nod of his head, Loki's clothes went dry and his hair was all styled and fluffy again. Your mouth agape, you stared at him and formed a silent o with your lips and raised your eyebrows. You couldn't believe what you just had seen.

“How did you do this?” You asked him surprised when you had found your voice again.

“Ooh… ahhmm… sorry, old habits, sweets”, he answered apologetically. He wasn't aware that you had never seen him using magic.

“It's one of my many magical abilities. I'm sorry if it freaked you out.”

“No, no, not at all, Lo! It's cool. Can you do this drying thing on me too? I'd love to be dressed in my dry clothes again”, you sighed longingly.

“Of course, I can use my magic on you, too. I just wouldn't do it without your consent, and he looked deeply into your eyes, drowning in them and he urgently wanted to kiss you.

“You have it!”

“I have what?" His eyes, which had the aura of a lovesick panther, were still fixed on yours and you cupped his face to pull him in for the much-needed feeling of his warm lips on yours.

“My consent… you have my consent, Lo.” Your last words were a whisper and then Loki captured your lips with his. While he kissed you so deeply and passionately you felt how your clothes went dry.

“Thank you, you mumbled against his lips before you continued making out with your lover. As much as you enjoyed being dry and feeling more comfortable in your clothes again you couldn't deny how sexy and irresistibly arousing you found it to get physical with Loki when you two were in a drenched state. You should test it in a warm shower with him and you started giggling under the sweet torture of his lips, teeth and tongue.

“What?”

“It's nothing…"

“Ooh, I know there's something. What makes you giggle? Did I tickle you?”

“Nooo… I just thought about having sex with you and cuddly hugs in the shower”, you explained.

“Uhhh, you would like that?”

“I would!”

“Your wish is my order, sweet thing and you know that I'm eager to fulfil all of your wishes and needs and not only the naughty ones", he said softly and brushed a strand of hair tenderly out of your face and placed some more gentle kisses to your lips and finally to your temple.

“I want to ask you something”, Loki said, his tone a bit more serious again.

“What is it about?” You wanted to know.

“Do you think Walker would like to work for me?”

You just looked quizzically at him.

“I don't know. Maybe? You should ask him!” Loki nodded at you and pressed the button of the intercom to get in contact with the chauffeur.

“Walker, could you please put the partition down, I'd like to ask you something”, Loki addressed him and immediately the partition went down.

“Of course, Mr.Larsson. How can I help you?”

“Walker, you're one of the most loyal, friendly and reliable chauffeurs and men I've met in a very long time. The way you always supported and protected my beloved woman and I guess any other escort lady of Rhea's agency impresses me and … I would like to employ you. Could you imagine working for me? Exclusively for me? I need a reliable driver who lays great value on discretion and secrecy as much as I do and who would take good care of not only me and my family but also their safety and security in casualty when I can't be with them. It would also include driving a lovely woman and her wheelchair to any place at any time she wants, together with her daughter. You would only have to work in the daytime and driving us by night is going to be an exception. I'll pay you properly and I'll guarantee you excellent working conditions. You don't have to give me an answer right now. Take your time to think about it and… do you have a family?”

Walker was speechless because of Loki's extraordinary offer and he needed a second before he could speak again. He cleared his throat and answered Loki's question.

“Yes, I've got a family. My wife and three kids. I'm sure they'd be glad if I didn't work entirely at night anymore. Also, I'm not only a certified driver, I'm also a certified bodyguard so I could work as a bodyguard for your family too, if necessary. Working in the daytime would offer me more time with my offspring and the missus would be happy to spend more time with me, too.”

“Then discuss it with your wife and let me know your decision.”

“Thank you, Mr Larsson. I… I really don't know what to say and how to thank you. I truly appreciate your fantastic offer.”

“Not that for, and no worries, Walker. Take your time. And there's one more thing which might help you to make a decision. My name isn't Luke Larsson. I'm Loki Laufeyson and I've been living undercover here for twelve years now and you possibly know who I am. But I think you deserve to know who your might-be new boss is. And don't hesitate to refuse my offer. If so, that's just fine for me. I'd absolutely understand it and would totally accept it”, Loki said genuinely.

Now Walker knew why it clicked when you called him this morning and accidentally used Loki's real name.

“New York Invasion 2012. That Loki Laufeyson?”

“Yes, Walker, I'm exactly that man”, Loki confirmed. Walker nodded knowingly, directing his words towards Loki, looking smilingly at him through the rearview mirror.

“It won't have any influence on my decision, Sir. And if y/n trusts you, I'll trust you, too. There's no doubt about it. I'll talk to the missus tonight and I'll let you know about my decision.”

You stared unbelievingly at Loki. Did you get him right? He not only wanted Walker to work for him, but he also wanted him to work for you and your mum. You couldn't believe it.

“Loki, you… you also thought about my mum when you made him this offer? I… I don't know what to say”, you asked him surprised.

“Of course, I did. You're a part of my life now. And so is your mum and everyone and everything that belongs to you and I'll take care of that too”, he told you and with one of his hands he cupped your cheek lovingly. Your eyes teared up and your lips formed a silent ‘Thank you’. What a wonderful and caring man he was and you just hoped you could live up to his love.

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In the early evening after bringing some of your belongings and the things you needed to finish your exams, there were just a few days left, and after some hours of cuddling and drinking tea, you were now sitting in a small, romantic Italian restaurant and having a wonderful candlelight dinner with Loki. A dinner you always had dreamt of you could have with him without the pressure of doing the job of an escort. Tonight you were here as his date, a real date and not a fake date. You wondered why you two were the only guests in the location and Loki explained to you that he had booked the whole restaurant because he wanted to be alone with you. It was so wonderfully intimate and you two enjoyed every second with each other, sharing food and wine, exchanging smitten looks and dreamy moments. Loki held your hand, kissing your knuckles from time to time and he never took his eyes off you. Intimate gestures and loving teasing didn't need any words. The atmosphere was perfectly harmonic. Was there anything more lovely?

“Have I already told you how gorgeous you look tonight in your lovely dress?” Loki gushed.

“No, not yet until now.” You knew that he would like your casual, sleeveless, nicely swinging black dress with the big white polka-dots and he didn't know yet that you wore the green silk lace panties of the lingerie set he had given to you.

“I'm so sorry, sweets, please forgive me. Your beauty makes me just speechless and it clouds my mind.”

“Charmer! As if you were any better, dressed in that dark green, half-opened shirt and your tight-fitting chinos. You're distracting me too and I know you're doing it on purpose”, you teased him and let your foot slide upwards over his shin between his thighs, and with your toes, you started playing with his crotch.

“What the hell are you doing there, you sweet little naughty thing?”

“Nothing”, you responded with assumed innocence, a mischievous grin curving your lips and you took a sip of your wine, looking temptingly at him over the rim of your glass. Loki grabbed your foot and prevented you from rubbing and massaging his manhood further and making him cum in his trousers. He had different plans with you.

“I'm so sorry”, you pouted playfully, licking your lips and placing your glass on the table.

“You're not but if you're a good girl for me and stop turning me on so shamelessly you might be rewarded later.” With your innocent smile and your sparkling eyes, you were hard to resist and Loki considered fucking you right here and now, bent over the table, your breasts exposed and your panties shoved aside, his stiff cock penetrating you pleasurably. But no, this date should be all about you and he had planned something sweet and lustful for you, something he would've loved to do much earlier at a former date and he was sure you'd enjoy it to the fullest. He'd let you fuck him later, at home, under the shower, against the wall or in his bed or wherever you wanted to make love with him. Tonight he was all yours.

“I'll be a good girl then, I prefer to get a reward”, you said smilingly and withdrew your foot. You shoved some spaghetti into your mouth, chewing and becoming thoughtfully.

“What is it, sweets? You seem lost. Are you mad at me now? I was just kidding… I thought you might like some lustful games. I love it when you touch me like this…”, Loki said apologetically.

“It's not because of that and no, I'm not mad at you, Lo. It's just… What happened in Ralph's office? I just can't get it out of my head. Would you mind telling me?” You pleaded for him to tell you about it. You needed to know it for your inner peace so you could close this painful matter.

Loki considered what to tell you and what he should better tell you not because he didn't want you to get hurt any further.

“I told him to stay away from you for the rest of his life and that I would find a way to eliminate his pathetic existence if he's not willing to follow my orders. I did it with a kind of physical force… guilty of that. But I swear I never intended to kill him. I'm well aware of the consequences it would have for me and I'd never risk that. I'd never risk losing you and I'd never leave you alone, sweets”, Loki answered your question and held your hand firmly and protectively in his.

“I know, Lo”, you whispered and a single tear escaped your eye, making its way down your cheek and a soft smile curving your lips.

“When you took a nap in the afternoon I did some research and contacted some business friends for further information about your shitty ex. He has not only lent money from the New York mafia, he also has gambling debts with several New Yorker underground guys, more gambling debts than he can handle. He also kept living beyond his means and he was never good enough to run a company on his own. You were absolutely right, he never gets enough and he tried to use you to save his ass.”

“Yeah, everything makes sense now and I always sensed there's more about it. He would never have stopped if you weren't there…”, you sobbed quietly and Loki caressed the back of your hand tenderly with his thumb.

“Don't think about it anymore, my love. It's over now, you're free and I'm with you and I'll keep you safe. I always have your back”, Loki told you comfortingly.

“Please help me to forget and to start my life anew. Free and without those disgusting threats”, you muttered and kept smiling lovingly at him.

“I'm here and you're already in the middle of the beginning of your new life and I'm with you and I won't go, I'll never leave you alone, sweet thing”, Loki assured you and with your free hand, you reached over the table and cupped his cheek. He leaned into your touch and before you withdrew your hand again he pressed a tender kiss to your palm.

“Thank you for this wonderful dinner, thank you for everything. Did you recognise that this is our first date as y/n and Loki and not as ‘Sugar and Luke’?” You asked him, changing the topic. You didn't want to talk about Ralph ever again. Mentally you let him go to ashes as Loki did with your pictures and the sex tape. He would never influence your life again.

“Yes, now that you mention it, and … my pleasure. I always wanted to have an evening like this with you”, and you both chuckled. It was followed by a deep loving stare into each other's eyes and you couldn't stop doing it.

You finished the main course peacefully and waited for the waiter to take your plates. Loki asked him politely to not disturb you anymore and the waiter nodded and left the dining area. You were completely alone now just as Loki had booked it.

“What about a dessert? You know how much I love desserts. Why did you send him away?” you pouted and Loki smiled brightly and mischievously at you.

“What are you up to, handsome?”

“Come here, sweet thing”, he commanded seductively and you stood up from your chair and rounded the table, your finger slowly trailing over the tablecloth.

“What do you want, loverboy?” You purred velvety and moved like a cat, slowly and lurkingly, prepared for any dirty little game he wanted to play with you.

“I want a dessert”, he murmured and his deep demanding voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“You once said you hate desserts…”

“Did I? Well, I said a lot of things,” and he rose from the chair, grabbed you carefully but firmly by your hips and placed you on the top of the table, staring deep into your sparkling eyes. You spread your legs for him so he could stand between them.

“Yes, you did”, and you watched him slowly unbutton his shirt completely, tugging it out of his chinos and when he finished, you yanked him closer and shamelessly touched his abs and well-toned pecs.

“Yes, I said a lot of things but there's one dessert I'd never deny”, he answered devotedly. “Keep touching me, sweet thing.”

“Here? We're in a public place, Lo. Anyone outside can see us!”

“Don't worry, I took care of that. I'd never expose you like that. No one will see or hear us. Please, keep going, my love”, and you followed his wish and let your hands explore his torso further. He obviously enjoyed it as much as you did. You knew he would never lie to you and that you were safe with him.

“What dessert is it? What does it taste like?”

Loki's answer was a devouring kiss, his tongue playing eagerly and lustfully with yours as if it were the last time he would be allowed to kiss you. His fingers played with your nipples which lay already stiff under the thin fabric of your dress. You moaned into his mouth and your upcoming wetness began to drench your panties and the tablecloth. When Loki broke the kiss you both gasped for air.

“Its taste is sweet, tempting, alluring and it beguiles my senses”, he whispered against your lips.

“Like chocolate?”

“No, like sugar but so much sweeter and I only got a hint of it so far and I definitely need more”, and he sank on his knees pulling your ass closer to him.

“You just got a hint of me on our first night together and you still remember how I taste?”

“How could I forget about that? It haunted me, sweets. Your scent, your softness, your wetness, it haunted me every night but I know it was worth the wait. Please let me have you, let me give you the pleasure I promised you.”

“Yes, show me! Put my mind at ease, Lo and take your dessert. I need you and I need your hot tongue licking that sensitive spot of mine. Please redeem me, make me forget”, you begged him desperately and he slowly shoved the skirt of your dress up to your waist and pulled impatiently at your underwear. He needed to have you and he wanted to have your taste on his tongue. He had been waiting for it for so long.

“Nice panties, sweets. But we need to get them off”, and you lifted your butt a bit so he could slide them down. He winked at you and put them into the pocket of his trousers. He looked so good on his knees and he was so beautiful it hurt.

You laid your back down on the table top when he began to pepper soft kisses to your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to the spot where you wanted him and then he finally buried his face in your crotch. He spread your legs wider and held you by your hips and with the flat of his tongue he licked gently over your clit and you shuddered in response.

“Please, don't stop…”, you murmured and sighed heavily.

“I won't, sweet thing. You taste too good to stop”, he moaned with pleasure.

Loki began to lick you quicker and harder and vigorously ate out your cunt as if he were possessed by it. You could just cry out in pure lust. Loki sucked at your throbbing clit and licked around your sensitive bud in firm circles, the tip of his tongue teasingly licking your entrance. You squirmed and writhed under his delicious torture, your back arching, your legs shaking as he brought you close to the edge. It wouldn't take you long until you would explode and you whimpered loudly when he withdrew his tongue from inside of you and stopped licking you just before you were close to your orgasm.

“Come for me, sweet thing, let go and give it all to me, give yourself to me, fully and completely”, Loki told you as his fingers ran along your clit and you clenched around nothing. You arched your hips against him and he slipped two fingers gently inside of you, curling them up and teasing your inner spot, causing you to let out a throaty moan.

“Norns, I love it when you moan for me. Let me worship you”, Loki groaned and sucked hungrily at the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He withdrew his fingers, made you lick them clean and immediately his magical lips were all over your lady parts again. You positioned your upper body on your elbows and watched him. You needed to see him, kneeling in front of you between your thighs, feeling his tongue moving furiously over your clit. It didn't take long and your much-anticipated climax washed over you.

You threw your head back and moaned deeply and after a few seconds of recovering, he was teasing you again and put his mouth back on your still swollen and sensitive clit, flicking his tongue over it and making you come for a second time. You were crying out his name, your back on the table again, your legs resting on his shoulders. Your hands grabbed his head and you raked your fingers through his thick curls. This man knew exactly what to do with his tongue. He was truly a magician.

“It felt so good, Lo. It was the best cunnilingus I ever had”, you whispered blissfully when you caught your breath again and he raised from the floor, pulled your upper body upwards flush against his chest and enveloped you in a loving embrace.

“My pleasure, sweet thing. I'm glad that you enjoyed it”, he cooed.

“I definitely did, Lo. Best dessert ever. Thank you”, you mumbled against his cheek and your lips found his to kiss him ardently.

“I hope the dessert was to your liking and you enjoyed it too”, you asked him, your hands caressing his nape, and you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him close to you.

“Ohhh yes, I absolutely did enjoy it, my love. The way you flush when I make you come, the way you throw your head back in that special moment of bliss, the way you moan for me, is so beautiful, sweets. You are beautiful and you taste so good. I can't get enough of you”, he whispered against your lips and claimed your mouth in a heated kiss. The taste of your juices and your scent were lingering on his lips and it somehow got you hot and bothered again.

“Please give me my panties back, Lo.”

“Why do you want to have it back, hm?” He purred against your soft and kiss-swollen lips.

“You already have stolen one and the one you have stolen from me just now was a gift”, you pouted sweetly. You felt so free now, worshipped and craved and you were satisfied to the core.

“A gift?” He teased, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

“Yes, a gift. It's a gift from the man I love”, you purred.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is”, and you captured his mouth by tenderly kissing him. You could still taste yourself on his soft lips.

“What if I want to keep them?” He teased further.

“For what? Why? What are you doing with them?”

“I used the other one to get some steam off, on the lonely nights when I missed you terribly and imagined you touching me, sucking me, making me moan your name. So at least I had your scent and the softness of your panties and rubbing them all over my body, and jack off and cum all over them was so arousing and satisfying”, he muttered lasciviously against the soft and sweaty flesh of your throat.

“You nasty, nasty boy”, you scolded him playfully, tugging his curls gently. Loki chuckled lightly, tilted his head and sucked and bit your earlobe tenderly. You could only make a faint groan.

“But still… I want it back. Please, Lo. You'll have me every day and night from now on. And I really love that lingerie you've given to me.” You still held him captive with your arms entwining his neck and your legs wrapped firmly around his slender waist.

“As you wish, my queen”, and immediately your panties dangled on his long index finger right before your nose.

“Thank you”, you whispered and with a quick, soft peck on the lips you took the panties off from his finger. “Can we go home now? I'd like to get back to the shelter and comfort of your cosy home and I can't wait to strip off your clothes and worship your divine body. And until then my panties stay off, just for you”, and you smiled mischievously and seductively at him.

“Can't wait to get fucked by you. Norns, you're driving me wild, sweet thing”, and he kissed you demandingly and deeply. Since he made you come twice he has been on edge.

“Let's get home then, my sweet lover, let me return the favour and make you happy.”

You two left the restaurant, entered the limousine’s backseat and asked Walker to drive you home. You were well aware of his massive boner, visibly bulging his trousers. You sat glued to him, took his hand in yours, intertwined your fingers with his and with your other hand you held him firmly by his biceps and rested your head on his shoulder and Loki rested his head on the top of yours. You inhaled his scent deeply. An alluring mixture of his expensive cologne, masculinity, arousal and that special something you still couldn't decipher. You felt his heart pounding fast when you moved your hand from his biceps to his chest and placed it in the open V of his half-buttoned shirt. You saw his cock twitching with anticipation and smiled.

“Are you aching for me, Lo?”

“Yes, you have no idea how much”, he answered devotedly and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. He then placed a finger under your chin and made you look at him. In the dim light of the limousine’s backseat, it wasn't clearly visible but you were sure there was a reddish shimmer in his eyes, slowly replacing the familiar piercing blue and his pupils were dilated with lust and desire.

This man burned for you and you would feed his flames. Tonight you would become his forever and he would become completely yours. No more fears, no more secrets.

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Oh wow Ralph is a dick

WALKER MY MAN

I will say this again if walker gets fired I'm pulling out pitch forks

THE BLUE BOY

HE IS HERE

I AM PSYCHIC I COULD SENSE IT COMING

Loki, loki where are you running of to before breakfast? Are you gonna fuck Ralph up?

Throw him off the building like you did with Tony stark

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU)/ 18+

Chapter 11

Chapter 10

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, angst, unprotected sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, soft!dom/sub vibes, toxic relationship, morally grey stuff, blackmailing, abusive and insulting behaviour

Note: I hadn't much time to write lately and I don't know when it's going to change... my job is killing me these days. This chapter took 10 days to get written and it became a very long chapter (~11k words), so get some snacks and something to drink. I hope you enjoy.

You looked at him, swallowed, took a deep breath and then you began to tell him how it all started…

…nearly six months ago:

“Can we talk?” You asked Ralph after entering his office.

“Don't you see that I don't have any time to talk to you right now,” he answered harshly and stressed while reading the contract documents concerning the new advertising contract his marketing agency was ready to sign. The big deal that would catapult him and his company to the top of the marketing agencies in North America. He ran his fingers nervously through his dark brown hair, keeping his brown eyes fixed on the documents. “ We can talk later!”

“No, we need to talk now,” you told him strictly.

It had been a long day at work today like every day lately and you two had barely time to talk. And you two not talking properly to each other had been for months now. You and Ralph and the team around you were stuck deeply in negotiations with a production company for luxury wristwatches and thanks to your superb knowledge of marketing strategies and your excellent conversation tactics you finally got the deal for the new marketing campaign and the assignment from the wristwatch manufacturer. No, Ralph got the deal, the agency was his company, not yours. You were just his account manager in a leading position and his girlfriend for five years.

What you had to tell him was urgent and you had to tell him now. You didn't want to postpone this important conversation for the umpteenth time just because he always pretended to not have time for you. But you were his girlfriend and fiancée-to-be on hold and he had to have time for you, for heaven's sake. He didn't even raise his head to look at you when you approached his curved glass desk.

“I leave!”

“Yeah, good. Go home and get some rest. I don't know when I'll be back home. Might be late. Take a bath, shave and get pretty for me. I don't want to see you in a worn-out t-shirt and that ugly butterfly-patterned pyjama bottoms when I come home. Wear something nice … wear the red negligee, you know I like it. We can ‘celebrate’ my deal then.” He still didn't look at you and you grinned annoyed, shaking your head lightly.

“That's not what I meant, Ralph.”

“Then explain.”

“I leave. I leave the company… and you!” You thought it would be harder to tell him that but I wasn't. It felt more of a relief. Your relationship with him was in a crisis for months at this point and when you got aware of it you recognised that you didn't love him anymore. The love you once had felt for him had already faded away some time ago. So you decided to leave him, with all the consequences. You didn't want to hold on to a relationship that didn't make sense anymore even if that meant you had to find a new job. But you didn't worry about that. You were good at what you were doing and finding a new job in the marketing business wouldn't be a problem for you. Also, you wanted to pick up your studies again so you would be perfectly qualified to run your own business one day.

“Yeah, okay… wait, you what?” Ralph finally looked at you, frowning and astonished.

“I leave the agency and you. Look, I'll stay until the contract is signed. It takes approximately four weeks for our lawyers to verify the conditions before the signing so I'll stay until then. That's enough time for you to look for a new assistant and account manager. And if you're being honest our relationship is at a dead end and I know you can feel it too. I'm sorry if my announcement takes you a bit off guard but we hardly spend time with each other for months now. You're barely at home. I have a feeling that you keep avoiding me. And when you are at home you never really want to talk to me, we just have quick sex and maybe we have dinner together and…Ralph, I don't want to beat around the bush but… I don't love you anymore. The feeling isn't there anymore. It's gone, possibly on both sides. You became so loveless with time. But okay, it happens, that's life and there's nothing wrong with that. We both have changed and we both should move on. A relationship without love… it simply doesn't make sense and I like things to make sense. Let us look at this fantastic deal as our final big success on the long haul and then we both can start new things. Everyone for themselves. I think that's just fair,” you explained in a strict but friendly tone.

Ralph was a good-looking man, tall with broad shoulders, short dark hair, and hazelnut brown eyes, charming and good with words. That was why you fell for him five years ago. Now you knew that wasn't enough, there was so much more a healthy relationship needed and he couldn't give it to you or he didn't want to give it to you. And now after five years, you knew him well enough to be sure that he wasn't the right man for you so you decided to end it without causing further complications.

“What a silly girl you are, darling,” and he stood up from his leather executive chair, grinning at you dismissively. “Who do you think you are, hm?”

“I'm a strong woman who knows what she wants and what she doesn't want. And I don't want to be together with you anymore because you don't see me. You don't even have much time for me anymore just when you want to have sex and need to get some steam off. And that's not enough, Ralph. I want more and I deserve more. Please, accept my decision and that I don't have any feelings for you anymore and that there's nothing left that would be enough for a relationship or a marriage. I'm also sure it's more than difficult to continue working together after ending our relationship. Please, don't make it more awkward than necessary.” A scornful laugh escaped his throat.

“You're so ridiculous and such a stupid girl. I'll tell you what you want… this!” and he made a presenting gesture with his arms to underline his statement. “You want this job, you want me, the money and the luxury life it allows us. The penthouse, the luxury cars, designer clothes, the exclusive holidays in the world's best hotels. Do you really want to give all that up, darling? Do you really want to tell me you never appreciated all that?” You didn't like the contemptuous tone in his voice as if he were looking down on you.

“I never said that. I do appreciate our privileged life and all the amenities we have and I always worked hard for it so that we can have this kind of lifestyle. But it has nothing to do with love, it's just material and I want more than that and there's no love anymore between us, and you know it as well as I do.”

“We, darling, we worked hard for it. It's my agency, and in the end, it's my money but in my generosity, I always shared with you,” he insisted.

You swallowed down the words you wanted to throw at him because you knew who in this agency was doing the real work. It was you and Ralph's other highly qualified employees. He only harvested the fruits of your hard work and celebrated successes as his merits. He never cared about the fact that success is rather a team result than an individual achievement. A fact that bothered you more and more and added to the fact that you were losing the love you once had felt for him.

“And I know you want me. You can't live without me, can you? I'm the only one who knows what you need and what's good for you, hm? Because I can feel it whenever we have sex,” he tried to convince you, rounding his desk and walking towards you.

There must be something wrong with his feelings because it seemed he never had recognised how often you had faked your orgasms. He always did it his way. Hard, fast, and always dominant and he hated soft lovemaking. At some point, you began faking your climax to get finished soon with the bedroom activities which became more and more unsatisfying for you because Ralph just satisfied his own needs. And when you did it you better do it without questioning his masculinity. After some time you became very good at it. You better because otherwise he would've been in a foul mood for days and everyone around him including you would've felt the consequences. He stood close to you and with his sweaty palm, he cupped your cheek and ran his thumb firmly over your lips as if he wanted to wipe away the things you just said from your mouth like spilt food. Once his touches made you feel good but these days were truly gone and you didn't want him to touch you ever again.

“We had such a wonderful time together and always had good sex, didn't we?” He asked you smugly. He already needed to get his ego pampered again. A shiver ran down your spine and it wasn't because of lust.

“You always had good sex, not me,” you stated dryly.

“Ts ts ts…Darling, it's not my fault, it's you who's a little frigid sometimes but when you're in the right mood you can be such a horny slut and you know how much I like that,” he snickered. He wasn't completely wrong, you indeed liked some kinky stuff.

“I'm not frigid, you never listened to me when I asked you for some… sexy stuff to try or what I wanted to do in bed. Don't blame it on me alone, okay!” You said angrily.

“Darling, did your mother teach you to lie, hm?” His hand still cupped your cheek and you tried to escape from his touch.

“Don't put my mother into this,” you spat and pushed his hand away. “Our sex was never that good, not for me at least. You often left me high and dry and you didn't even care about that or ask or listen to me when I wanted to talk with you about it and what I needed to be satisfied too. You never cared. You never truly cared about me, did you? Gosh, I was so blind. Did you even love me, Ralph?” The thought struck you like a blow. How could you haven't seen this much earlier? How money could change someone so much and how much could someone be so blinded by love?

“Love, love… who needs love or romance? Money and success, that's what counts. Love is overrated, love is for kids and dogs,” he lamented, bored by what you were talking about.

“So you never loved me,” you stated disappointedly.

“Oh, I do, darling. At the beginning of our relationship, I definitely did. You were hot and eye candy and arm candy as well. You were pretty much of a head-turner, and you still are and I enjoy others looking at my beautiful girlfriend, especially our customers and business partners. It led to many successful deals that you're that pretty and smart. C’mon, doll, we both know that feelings can change and become different in a relationship and yes, maybe you're not my dream girl and I'm not your dream boy anymore, but that's why we don't have to split up right now, darling. We're such a successful team. C’mon it's just a phase, you're overworked and stressed out. Take a few days off. Drive to our house in the Hamptons and then everything will be fine again, okay? We'll fix our disagreements later when you're back,” he tried to appease you. “Don't be a drama queen! You don't want to leave me, I know it.” Ralph told you arrogantly and went back to his executive chair to sit down and pay attention to the contract documents again.

“You really don't get it, do you? It's not a phase, Ralph. It's a fact and I will leave,” you replied firmly. Ralph stayed silent, obviously getting pissed off more with every second your conversation continued. A look of scorn filled his eyes before he spoke again, his eyes fixed on yours.

“I think you're forgetting one tiny little detail,” He told you sneakily.

“What little detail? What do you mean?” you asked puzzled and frowning.

“Well, don't you remember our…little secret?” He winked at you and smirked. You suddenly remembered what he meant. You felt nauseous and a lump building in your throat made it heavy for you to breathe.

“What are you implying?” A further wave of nausea washed over you. He would never do that, would he?

“What about publishing it, darling?” He grinned devilishly. “For everyone to see.”

“No! No Ralph you can't do that! Ralph, please! No!” You begged him quietly and desperately. You panicked and swallowed thickly.

“It's all up to you, darling!” He stood up from his chair again and walked over to where you still stood, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress trousers. He leaned toward you, rage and injured vanity in his eyes. And there was something else in his eyes. Fear?

“No one, absolutely no one leaves Ralph Belmont. So how dare you? No one screws things up with me! Not even you! Do you understand me, darling?” His voice sounded threatening and his face was so dangerously close to yours that you could feel his breath fanning over your face, his nose nudging almost against yours.

“I give you two options,” and he turned away from you and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Option one: You stay with me and in my agency, everything we just talked about will be forgotten and our little secret stays our secret. Option two…,” he turned around to face you “...you can leave the agency and me but you'll pay for it. A redemption sum so to say. In exchange, I won't publish our secret. Your decision, darling.” He smiled arrogantly.

“I can't and I won't stay with you, Ralph. Sooner or later you'll have to accept that,” you answered. Did he just try to blackmail you?

“It's option two then. Okay, if that's what you want, no problem. 250000 dollars and you're free. You have six months to transfer the money to my bank account with the note ‘Loan Repayment’. I think that's enough time for you to get the money together. Your working contract is dissolved with immediate effect, also you no longer have access to our bank account. Any questions, darling? I just want to make sure that things make sense for you.” The self-satisfied smile that curved his mouth disgusted you.

“What kind of cruel game are you playing here, Ralph? Are you doing this just because it hurts your pride when I leave you? You don't love me, you never really did. You just confirmed it. Let me go. You've got enough competent employees in the agency and there are more than enough women in this city who are waiting for a man like you and who'll throw themselves on you as soon as you're free. Do you think I never noticed that? So many women want a good-looking, filthy-rich man like you to fulfil their every wet and material dream. Now they can have you, I'm not interested anymore. You're not that man anymore I fell in love with. The more money we made the more you changed, and not for the best. You're not the same anymore, I guess the money did go to your head and you still crave for more.”

“What are you implying, hm? That I cheated on you, darling? Why should I, I have you to warm my bed. You should appreciate that,” he said, self-satisfied. “What about you?" He knew that you weren't that kind of girl. You'd never do that.

“Wow, where do I send flowers? Screw you, Ralph. You're such an asshole,” you answered sarcastically and repulsed.

“Ts, ts, ts, this is getting annoying. Be very careful, darling you're skating on thin ice. We both know that you're a little slut, hm?” He said sweetly, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “250000 bucks in six months! Save the date!” He said harshly and quite emphatically.

“Where shall I take the money from? I don't have that much and you know that!” your desperation grew. Why did he treat you like that?

“Not my problem. You decided to leave me. Now you know the consequences it has.” He sat down again, leaned back against the leather chair's backrest and crossed his arms behind his head, his eyes fixed on your shocked face.

“What's this game you're playing? Are you really blackmailing me? And what do you mean by ‘redemption sum’? For what? I always worked for my money. I worked my ass off for it and only for your profit! You never paid your employees properly or gave them any praise for their good work and I agreed to get paid better pocket money, especially in the beginning when we were building up our existence here. I did it for the company, for you and us. I even dropped my studies in London for you so that we could both move here, to New York and start a life because you didn't want to go without me and didn't want to wait a few months more until I finished my degree too. I did it for us because I always thought there was an ‘us’. We were in a relationship, I thought you loved me and I thought it would be forever.”

“Aww, look at you, so desperate now. Darling, not my problem. It was your decision to leave me and don't complain now, you'll have enough time now to study again and finish your exams,” he stated with utter sarcasm. “I invested a lot of money in you, haven't I? You had enough pocket money to spend on expensive, meaningless things and you also spent the money from our bank account. It seems you don't appreciate it enough and the things I did for you. I could've bought so many other nice things with all that money if I hadn't have spent it on you and your fancy clothes, cars, and other stuff. You want to leave me? Then you have to pay for it. Everything in life has its price, darling. And never forget about the dirty little secrets in my safe. One wrong step, one wrong action and I'll publish them all over the city and beyond. I'll ruin you, darling, if I have to. You'll never be able to work in our industry again when I'm done with you and you don't even have to try to hire for a job with our competitors. I'll find out and let them know what kind of woman you are. No one will employ you, I'll make sure of that. Never forget that, darling,” he grinned at you, smugly and viciously.

“You're such a disappointment in every hindsight. I'm glad to get rid of you. Pick up your stuff from your office and the penthouse. I expect you to be gone when I get back home. And don't forget to turn off the lights when you go and leave the keys with the receptionist. And now get out of my office. I've work to do,” and he busied himself with the contract documents again.

"You're such a devilish prick, Ralph Belmont. I can't believe how much I loved you once and that I did everything for you. You were never worth it. Unfortunately, it took me too long to see it. You're less than the dirt under my stilettos which I only ever wore for you because I wanted to look pretty for the man I loved. And it was you who wanted all those meaningless and material things, you dolled me up with all these clothes and shoes… you don't even know what my favourite colour is,” you answered, your voice trembling with disgust and disappointment. Disappointment about him and even more about yourself for not looking through him much earlier.

“Watch your mouth, darling. If I were a slut like you I'd be very careful about provoking me. You don't have any chance against me. Don't forget, you have six months! And now get out of my eyes!”

“Screw you, you bastard,” you spat with quivering lips, turned around and left his office.

***

Loki didn't know what to say after you had finished telling him what had happened to you the day you decided to leave your boyfriend. Tears welled up in his eyes when he saw how deeply hurt you were and how desperate. He kept holding your hands and tried to comfort you as best as he could.

“After that, I cleared my office, drove to our penthouse, packed my bags and left. I slept for some days in my best friend’s house until I found this apartment to rent. An apartment I can't afford much longer.” Tears began to run down your cheeks.

“So you became an escort lady to earn money for a living because you can't work in your business anymore,” Loki said and wiped your tears away.

“Yes, I contemplated a lot about what job I could do outside the marketing business and shortly after I stumbled over Rhea's escort agency. I found out that working as an escort was the fastest way to earn a lot of money in a short time… and it's still not fast enough or enough money at all. I changed my looks for the evenings when I was escorting gentlemen to functions and named myself Candy. Ralph's former arm candy, perfect in wearing high heels and fancy clothes and already a slut according to Ralph's opinion about me, had found her new job as an escort lady. Unfortunately, I was rapidly forced into getting a call girl because not only has my rent increased, the rent I pay for my mother's nursery home has increased as well.”

“Your mother lives in a nursery home? What happened to her, sweets?” Loki wanted to know, seemingly full of concern and compassion. “It's the woman in the pictures, right?”

“Yes, it's her, my beloved mum. She had a stroke some time ago and has been in a wheelchair since then. She needs professional help and care and so I looked for the best nursery home for her. My father died years ago and I'm an only child, I'm all she has. Ralph always thought I'd spent my money for whatever unnecessary things but I didn't. I paid for my mother's health care and I also spared a part of my money and now this saved money saves my life. But it's getting less and it has never been that much to buy my freedom from Ralph.

It wasn't easy for me to tell Rhea that circumstances are forcing me to work as a callgirl now too. The sheer thought of sleeping with strangers for money scared me. I don't know if you believe me but there was only ever you who I could imagine having sex with. I could never have done it with anyone else. And I still regret faking my orgasm when we fucked for the first time. It wasn't because I wanted to fool you, it was because I didn't want to feel that good. You felt so good, Loki and you were so tender and caring and I wasn't used to being treated like that and being treated so lovingly, especially not from a stranger. I was afraid of catching feelings for you and I couldn't allow it. It would've broken my rules to never develop feelings for a client or to ever fall in love again. But I failed, I began to feel more for you than I should and I broke my rules but I don't regret it,” you smiled at him but you couldn't stop your tears from falling. Loki looked lovingly at you and squeezed your hands to reassure you that he believed you and that he was there for you no matter what.

“What did he mean by the ‘dirty little secret’ in his safe? With what is he blackmailing you, sweets?” Loki asked his voice calm and soothingly. You hesitated to tell him. You were so ashamed of what you had agreed to do with and for Ralph and you were afraid that Loki wouldn't want you anymore when he finally got to know the truth. He felt your insecurity and anxiety to tell him everything and it broke his heart how much your hands were trembling in his. He just wished you would finally open up to him completely so he could finally help you in the way you needed him to help you. You just feared he would never talk to you again or find you disgusting.

“He's blackmailing me with…,” you felt like you had to puke and you took a deep breath before you continued. “He's blackmailing me with nude pics and… a sex tape.” Your tear-filled eyes looked into Loki's, trying to find out what he was thinking about you, now that he knew what whorish things you had done. But Loki said nothing so you continued telling him the details while tears kept running down your cheeks.

“He took the pictures of me and filmed us during sex some time ago when we were madly in love… or that was what I thought we were. On my part, I definitely was in love with him. I was so naive… but I trusted him and so I agreed to it. I was so dumb, I should never have allowed him to take these pictures or make this private porn.”

“You're not dumb, sweets. You were in love and what is love when you can't trust your partner? Unfortunately, he didn't love you enough but you couldn't know that,” he tried to comfort you despite knowing there was no real consolation right now. “So he filmed you. What about him in this tape?”

“Yes, he did, you can see how I get fucked by him in several ways but… his face is never visible and I'm not sure anymore if he did it on purpose back then for whatever reason or really just for himself or ourselves. He got me on the dangle and I'm at his mercy.” A desperate sob escaped your throat and your gaze wandered through your small apartment. “I don't know what to do, Loki. I don't have that money and time is slipping through my hands. In a few days, it's payday and if I don't pay he'll publish it.”

The panic in your gut grew immediately. Loki felt bad for you. He had no problems with any form of sex or kinks but he couldn't handle that this asshole took advantage of you, your abilities and your body in every way possible all over those years and now turned your trust and the love you once had for Ralph against you. You loosened your hands from Loki's, shifted on the sofa and sat back against the sofa's backrest. You pulled your knees close to your chest, wrapped your arms around them and stared into the void. You didn't want to be afraid, you wanted to be happy and free again. You wanted to live without so much fear.

Loki felt the rage in his gut rising and getting stronger. The sight of you curled up on the couch and your knees drawn to your chest, your face pale and your eyes teary, didn't help to get rid of this feeling. You, his precious girl, didn't deserve to be treated like this.

“Maybe I should sell one of my kidneys or rob a bank to be able to pay him,” you said, laughing and irony scurrying over your face.

There was it again, your never dying, beautiful laughter, your untamed will to feel alive and be happy no matter how big the pain is. Loki adored you for this and he couldn't help but join you in your laughter and sarcasm for a moment.

“I got everything you told me so far, sweets but what did he mean with ‘redemption sum’? I still don't get this part,” Loki questioned curiously and frowned.

“He wants to make me pay back for everything he ever invested in me, I guess. Everything belongs to him, Loki. The money, the cars, the penthouse, the house in the Hamptons, he bought my designer clothes and evening gowns and dolled me up to his liking to parade me around. He paid for everything we did together like luxury holidays for example. He always said it's our common wealth and we both should enjoy it. I helped him to get this rich and I also helped him to reach all the goals he wanted to reach. But everything happened in his name for his company. I think, at some point, I wasn't my own person anymore. I did most of the work together with his other employees, and the more money he earned the less I mattered to him… and my love for him slowly faded away. He didn't even recognise that. Tells a lot about his character, I guess. That he now behaves how he behaves is most likely because I crushed his pride by leaving him and that he's blackmailing me is possibly the only way for him to hold power over me and to keep me in his company. I'm sure he knows very well how much he owes me. It's a cruel game he's playing with me and it doesn't make any sense to me. Most of all I despise my own stupidity in not refusing that damn photoshoot…and allowing him to film us having sex was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I don't understand why I agreed to make a private porn video. I'm so disgusted by myself.”

The embarrassment made your eyes welling up with tears again and you angrily wiped them away with your palms. You couldn't turn back the time or the decisions you made and there was just one way now: grin and bear it and get everything sorted out. Self-pitying wasn't helpful at this point.

“I never wanted all this mass of luxury, you know. Of course, I like nice things and going shopping for fancy stuff. But I don't crave it, I don't need all those fancy clothes and shoes or jewellery, holidays in expensive hotels and their overpriced presidential suites, or fancy six-course menus. He wanted all of this and put me in those clothes and pretty places. A small cosy cottage at a beach, a glass of wine on the porch, casual food at a beach bar, swimming in the ocean and my bare feet in the sand, dancing in the moonlight and having sex on the beach… that was what I wanted to do but he never listened to me or fulfilled these little dreams of mine. He always wanted it his way and I agreed because I loved him and was afraid to lose him. All I ever wanted was to live and to love someone and I wanna be loved by a man whose feelings for me are sincere and genuine. I wanna feel safe…and I want to give all of those feelings to someone who deserves all of this as much as I do. A normal, healthy life and a normal, healthy relationship. To always say yes to everything and to sacrifice myself and my wishes for someone else's success wasn't healthy, always playing the supportive role instead of the main role…that was far away from having an equal and healthy relationship. When there's one thing I've learned then it's that I have to love myself too and that I have a right to get my dreams fulfilled as well and that was the reason why I finally broke up with Ralph and the break-up brought me in this fucked up situation. I still don't know what is hurting me more. The fact that Ralph is blackmailing me or that he never truly loved me. I was just a means to an end. Maybe I should laugh about him. He's a weakling, a douchebag, unable to put something on his own, humanly a total loser and in general a loser in life too. He never cared about me or was overly interested in my life or cared about my mum. He only ever cared about money. I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him, Loki, I thought it would be forever until I found out how he really is, how evil and devilish. He's a failure, a failure in a pinstripe suit. And now he wants to punish me for leaving him and spending ‘his’ money. He wants to ruin me and make me believe that I was the one who took advantage of him and lived at his expense.”

“But you worked for it, sweets. You worked harder for it than him. He has no right to demand and reclaim anything from you.”

“Yeah, you're right but there's nothing I can do about that. And it still feels like there's more about it, that I only know half of the truth about him. I'm sure there's more about it that he demands so much money from me.”

“Why didn't you report him, sweets?”

“He has connections everywhere, Loki. From the Police department to the best lawyers, he knows a lot of people with a lot of influence and he has all the money to pay them all well and buy himself free from criminal offenses. I wouldn't have a hint of a chance.”

“Why did you stay with him that long?”

“I don't know. Maybe because I didn't want to give up on my hopes that we could still have a future together. Maybe because we were too used to each other and clinging too much to old habits. Maybe it was the refusal to accept that our love had died at some point in time. Maybe I was afraid of being alone. I don't know. The only thing I know is that I didn't stay with him because of the money and the privileged lifestyle. The things I wanted weren't material. What I always missed over the years was the love and the adoration for each other. The richer he got the more heartless he became. The lack of love and care was the worst. And it took me too long to see it.” You began quietly sobbing and crying, every dam inside of you broke.

“Now you know my truth and I hope you understand now why I wanted to keep you out of this and left you that night. I told you that the real me has nothing to do with the pretty, carefree and sexy Sugar, my alter ego, the fake personality you fell in love with. I never intended to hurt you, Loki. I know I did and I'm so sorry for that. I totally understand if you want to go now because you deserve a better woman than me whose life is fucked up and whose sex life might be published all over the country in a few days.”

“You should know that I won't leave you alone, no matter what happens. Do you still not believe me that I'm in love with you? I don't care about what you did and why, you had no other choice and who am I to judge you? You still wanted me to stay despite what I did in the past. And you definitely didn't do anything wrong. I'll stay, I won't go.” Loki could deal with a lot of things. Hate, rejection, wrath, rudeness but not with you, his precious girl, sitting on your sofa blaming everything that had happened on you and crying a river because of that damn prick Ralph.

“Come here, sweets,” and he pulled you into his lap cradling you tight. He rubbed your back gently and you leaned against him, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

“I always knew that there's a wonderful, lovable and sweet person behind the mask named Sugar. I saw so many hints of it whenever we met and I'm glad that I have found this amazing woman. Have you any idea how strong you are? I promise you we'll figure out how to bring him down and we'll figure it out together.”

“Can you please hold me for a while? I need to be held by you, Loki,” and you began to cry again.

“Of course, as long as you want me to, sweets,” Loki kissed you softly on the forehead, rocked you slowly back and forth and just held you tightly until you felt better and had no more tears inside of you to shed.

“Please, sweets take my money and pay him and then…” he began to talk again.

“No, Loki, I won't do that,” you interrupted him quietly.

“Y/n please don't let us have this discussion again…” He begged you nicely.

“No, please don't get me wrong, Loki. It's not that I wouldn't take your money to pay him, which is extremely nice and generous of you. No, it's because I think he won't stop blackmailing me if I give him the money he demands from me. I'm pretty sure he won't stop blackmailing me because if he gets the money from me he might think I'm capable of paying more and that I can do it again and again. Believe me, he is that type of guy. He never gets enough, he's insatiable. I need to find another way. I'm afraid I need to talk to him again. Maybe… maybe I should… offer him to… to sleep with me one more time, maybe then he lets me go.” The thought made you shiver in disgust.

“This will never happen! He will never ever touch you again, y/n!” Loki said firmly and sternly. He carefully grabbed you by your shoulders and looked deeply into your teary eyes. “You're under my protection and I will never allow or accept this! Please, don't do this to me,” he told you desperately.

“I'm sorry, Loki, I'm so sorry, I won't do it, I promise but I really don't know what else to do…,” and you hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you closer to him.

“I'll find a way to stop him. I promise with all of my heart and soul, I'll stop him,” he cooed and buried his face in your hair. You were his, only his and he would protect you at all costs, always.

Out of nowhere your stomach growled and it made you both chuckle.

“It seems my queen is hungry and needs to get fed,” Loki answered and smiled at you.

“Your queen?” you asked him surprised and you were definitely hungry. No matter how big your problems were, you would never refuse to eat.

“Oh, right I forgot where you come from, I'm sorry Loki,” you continued genuinely and kissed his mouth tenderly.

“Yes, you're my queen, sweet thing and I can't have you starving. I have a suggestion. I'm doing groceries for some food and I cook something for us and you can clean up your apartment a bit. Then we eat and after lunch, you can finish your today's work and we spend the rest of the evening together… and the night if you want. What do you think, sweets? Would you like that?” Loki grinned from ear to ear, very proud of his irresistible proposal.

“You can cook?” you asked astonished. This man was just full of surprises and really cared about your well-being. And of course, you wanted him to stay.

“Yes, I can. I had a lot of time here to learn it,” Loki confirmed.

“Wow, you're really talented. You're amazing and I'm truly blessed with a man like you. Yeah, that's a really good plan. Thank you, Loki,” and you kissed him again. You could do this all day long and stay wrapped around him 24/7.

A knock at your entrance door interrupted your making out and you let go of each other's lips.

“Do you expect someone?" Loki asked and looked quizzically at you.

“No, I don't expect anyone,” and you got off of his lap. You took a sweatpants on and headed for the door to open it.

“Hello y/n, I'm very sorry for disturbing you but…”

“Walker!” and you hugged that rock of a man with genuine thankfulness. Your stormy embrace took him off guard and he shyly reciprocated your hug.

“You're not mad at me?” He asked you insecurely. You let go of him and looked at him.

“How could I be mad at you? You helped my man to find me and brought him back to me. And I'm so grateful for it, Walker. Thank you, thank you for your help, you risked a lot for us,” you told him and gave him an amicable kiss on his cheek. Walker was taken aback by it, he never expected this adorable behaviour of yours and he slightly blushed but he always knew what a wonderful person you were so he wasn't really surprised. You were lovely and that's why he always cared that much about you.

“Will you tell Rhea?” He wanted to know.

“No, Walker, I won't tell her. If she should find it out by herself I won't lie to her, she always has been good to me and so have you. I would explain to her why you did it and I would fight for you. You won't lose your job, I promise,” you reassured him. Loki appeared behind you and wrapped one arm around your waist, placed his hand on your stomach, kissed your cheek and looked at Walker, smiling.

“Thank you, y/n, I appreciate it. You have a heart of gold. Is everything okay so far?” Walker looked smilingly at both of you and Loki pulled you closer to his body, his chin leaning at your temple.

“Yes!” You both answered simultaneously and smiled brightly at Walker and he told you he was glad to hear that. He could see how happy you two were despite knowing that you were still in some kind of danger he didn't know anything about.

“Could you do me a favour, Walker?” Loki asked him.

“Of course, Sir.”

“Could you please drive me to a grocery store, I'd like to buy some foodstuff, this beautiful lady here in my arms is starving and I can't have that. I just get fully dressed and then we can drive off.”

“No problem, Sir, I wait by the car for you,”

“Thanks, Walker. Give me five minutes,” Loki said. Walker nodded once and smiled at you, turned on his heels and left. He could go with a good conscience and to see you so lucky in all your misery and together with the man you visibly loved was worth it to risk his job.

Loki got dressed and kissed you goodbye.

“You come back to me, right?”

“Of course, I will come back to you, sweets.” He held your head in his big hands, his thumb pads gently rubbing over the soft skin of your cheeks, and kissed the tip of your nose.

“Will you open the door for me when I'm back from doing the groceries, my precious girl?” He asked you softly. You took his hands gently from your face and walked over to your dresser to take something out of a small wooden bowl.

“You can let yourself in, handsome. Can't wait to have you back,” you said quietly, kissed him shortly but passionately and gave him your keychain with the key to your apartment. Loki smiled at you, astonished that you gave him your keys without hesitating.

“I'll be back soon, sweets,” he answered, gave you a further quick, loving kiss and left.

When Loki came back you had put things in order in your apartment, your table wasn't a complete disaster anymore and it would be much easier for you to get back to work later. He immediately began to prepare the ingredients he needed for cooking a tasty meal for you. You two decided to eat at the kitchen counter and you prepared two places with cutlery and napkins. Loki forbid you to do more than this. He wanted you to take some rest and he also wanted to spoil you with his cooking skills and his care. You couldn't do anything about it, so you obeyed and just watched him stirring in a pot and frying fish in a pan. It smelled delicious and Loki cooking in your small kitchen was a sight to behold. A literal demi-god, devastatingly beautiful and sexy in his tightfitting t-shirt, was cooking in your kitchen, and he did it for you.

You were on the edge of crying again. His ways to show you his love and affection were adorable and you were still convinced that you didn't deserve it. You rounded the kitchen counter and hugged him from behind, shoving your hands under his t-shirt and letting your fingertips trail over his defined abs in lazy circles up to his pecs to caress his chest hair. You couldn't resist touching him. You needed to reassure yourself that he was real and that you weren't daydreaming.

“Don't you dare distract me, sweet thing,” he groaned jokingly.

“I'm hungry,” you whined and pressed a firm kiss between his clothed shoulder blades.

“I know, sweets and it seems you want the dessert before the main course,” he teased you and turned around to face and hug you. Your hands were still under his shirt and caressed now the firm muscles of his back.

“The best comes last,” you teased him back and bit lightly into your lower lip. You felt the muscles of his thighs and his crotch tightly pressed against your lower parts and you let your hands trailing down to his butt, squeezing it and pressing him even closer to you.

“I think you have to be patient, sweet thing. Before you'll get your special dessert I have a sweet little surprise for you,” he said to increase your anticipation. It was just now that he realized that you had touched his bare skin again without his permission. Why did it feel that good, dangerously good? Your warm hands on his body lit a fire in him again and he wanted it to burn forever. Your hands on him were dangerous but one of the best feelings he ever felt.

“Can't wait for it,” you mumbled, tilted your head, and latched your lips onto his. You would never get enough of this man's soft lips and his delicious taste. If only you knew what it was that made his kisses that tasty.

“We can eat now, sweets. Take a seat, I will serve you the food,” and he let go of your mouth and body and prepared two dishes with the freshly cooked food.

“Et voilà, freshly fried salmon on a bed of spicy spinach leaves and some rice as a side dish with a light herbal sauce. Enjoy your meal, my love,” and Loki placed your dish with an elegant movement in front of you. Did he just call you ‘my love’? Never before had a man called you like this and you never felt so loved by a man. And it felt so normal like you two were in a serious relationship but maybe it went way too fast and way too easy.

“Thank you so much, Loki. It looks gorgeous,” and you dipped your fork into the fish and the spinach and shoved it into your mouth. The wonderful taste of it on your tongue made you moan almost indecently and your reaction made Loki smile. He loved how sensually you enjoyed food.

“It's delicious, I love it. It's the best dish I've eaten in two weeks.”

“I'm happy you like it, sweets,” Loki responded and he also started eating. You didn't talk much during your lunch, you just enjoyed each other's company. Loki's little surprise for you was a chocolate mousse with fresh strawberries and he couldn't resist feeding you this sweet treat, well knowing that you would never deny a good dessert.

In the afternoon you continued writing your thesis and Loki sat on your sofa, reading one of the books he had taken from your bookshelf. He didn't disturb you, he was just there and his sheer presence filled you with calmness and security. It was balm to your soul in all the stress and anxiety you were suffering these days. In the evening you watched a movie together but you didn't follow the plot because you soon ended up heavily making out and Loki carried you to your bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. You two hurriedly took your clothes off and continued kissing and touching each other's bare skin. You did it slowly and gently and you weren't in a hurry anymore as soon as you were cuddling under the sheets. All the touches made Loki's cock twitch and you felt the wetness between your thighs becoming more with every passionate kiss he gave you.

“Mark me, Loki. I want everyone to know that I belong to someone, that I belong to you,” you whispered to his ear and continued kissing him and playing with his curls.

“Are you sure, sweets? I don't want to bruise your perfect skin. You're too precious to me,” he answered softly and brushed your hair tenderly out of your face.

“Yes, I want it, I want you to mark me as yours,” you asked him.

He gave you a soft, passionate kiss first before his lips travelled further down to your throat and the most sensitive spot under your ear. He placed a tender kiss right to your pulse point before he sucked and nibbled that erotic zone of yours until he saw a violet mark appearing on your skin. He licked gently over the bruise and blew some air over it to soothe the sweet pain he had caused. All the moans you made and the way you were writhing underneath him while he was kissing you had already made him harden and you felt him rolling his hips against your thigh. Then he was on top of you, pressing his engorged cock against your thigh and moistening it with pre-cum. Your hard nipples rubbed against his chest with his every movement and it made him moan and tremble because it felt so good on his skin. Your hands were roaming all over his body and caressing him. He never wanted to miss this feeling ever again. He felt you shifting beneath him and opening your legs for him. He rolled his hips against yours and with his shaft he rubbed over your inner labia and your clit. Your soft moans and your tight grip on his back and his nape caused goosebumps on his heated skin. The tip of his cock teased your entrance and when he was about to slide in you tenderly stopped him.

“Don't you want to blindfold me? If you want you can tie up my wrists too,” you trusted him enough to allow him to do it and to surrender to him.

“No, I want you to touch me. Touch me here,” and he gently took your hand and placed it to his sternum where his heart was beating hurriedly. “Make me feel I'm breathing, I'm living, make me feel worthy of your touch, worthy of your love. I want you to look at me and I want to look into your eyes when you cum, sweets.” In his eyes, you saw he was serious and he truly wanted it.

“So whenever you blindfolded me, you did it not just for the kink. You wanted to hide from me. I didn't imagine the blue shimmer under your skin, right? It has something to do with you being a Jotun,” you concluded, tenderly running a thumb over his cheek.

“You didn't imagine it, I'm sorry that I told you otherwise. I was scared and I didn't want to scare you off. When I have strong feelings for the woman I mate with, I may lose control and can't keep up the appearance you're used to. And being touched by your hands just adds to the sensation. And also my skin feels different then. These are the reasons why I didn't want you to touch me.” Loki was afraid you would demand him to stop and get off of you immediately but you didn't.

“You don't scare me off, you never could,” you whispered and pulled him down to kiss him ardently. “Go on, Loki, I need you,” you pleaded him sweetly.

“Sure?”

“Absolutely sure,” and he slid himself inside you until he was completely seated inside of you.

His strokes were deep and slow and he made the sweetest love to you. He was so tender and careful, with utter gentleness he caressed and kissed every part of your body he was able to reach in this position.

“I love you so much, I don't want to live without you anymore. Please, never run away again, sweets,” he asked you between his lingering kisses.

“You're my everything, Loki. I missed you so bad, I'm so glad to have you back, that you haven't given up on me. I will never run away from you again,” you murmured and you scratched lightly with your fingernails over the soft skin of his muscled back. You gave featherlight kisses to his cheeks and his forehead. His skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat and your touches made him shiver. His strokes got sloppier and his moans more intense. You felt how close he was but he still held back. He could tell you wouldn't cum yet, together with him. He looked at you with asking eyes, unsure if he should go on or take care of your pleasure first. You sensed his hesitation but you gave him a reassuring glance to continue.

“I'm okay, don't worry. It feels good, don't stop. Come for me, Loki. Come undone for me, my precious boy, I have you,” you whispered against his lips and his speed increased. He groaned silently, his hips drawing back and pushed forward again, his throbbing cock thrusting deep into your pulsating cunt. You weren't on the brink of climaxing yet but it didn't matter. You enjoyed the intimacy and how close he was to you, how soft his skin felt under your fingertips, and how passionately he gave himself to you. There wasn't any pressure for you to orgasm and whoever told you to make love in missionary pose is boring was a liar. Nothing felt better or more intimate and intense. You definitely enjoyed it.

“Let go, my love, fill me with your cum, make me happy, let me feel you” and you trailed your fingers gently up from his lower back to his shoulders and his biceps. When you felt his whole body tighten and his moans getting more desperate, you spread your legs wider and grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed them firmly. You knew he was about to cum. “That's it, you're allowed to cum Loki, give it all to me. Don't hide, you can show me who you are,” you murmured, kissing and caressing his throat and his face with your lips and tightening your grip on his butt.

“Oh fuck…,” and with your name on his lips he came, violently and delightfully moaning, feeling your cunt clenching around his sensitive tip and when you felt him releasing his warm seed into you you came too, silently, calmly, intensely, bathing in the sweet feeling of being loved and craved. You kissed each other passionately, intensifying the orgasmic bliss. You locked your legs around his waist because you knew how much he liked that and also you were not yet willing to let him go. You loved this feeling of his still throbbing cock inside of you. His kiss burned torturously sweet on your lips and you could barely stand the feeling of the weight of his body on top of yours and you really had underestimated how much you needed this, how much you needed him.

Loki broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath. You both didn't say anything, you just looked at each other and enjoyed this feeling of satisfied lust and love. You caressed Loki's scalp and scratched his nape tenderly, watching the hint of the blue colour under his skin and the red shimmer in his eyes slowly fading away. Loki gently caressed your cheeks and kissed the tip of your nose tenderly.

“Are you alright, sweet thing?” he murmured, softly pressing a further tender kiss to the tip of your nose. Instead of an answer he felt your legs clenching more firmly around his hips and your deep purr of contentment made him feel safe and wanted.

“I really didn't scare you? I…I couldn't show it to you completely yet, I'm still too used to hiding it. I think I need some time to understand that you would accept me nonetheless,” Loki mumbled shyly.

“Take all the time you need. You decide when it feels right for you and then you can show me your ethereal beauty,” Loki kissed you tenderly and thankfully and couldn't believe that you were so understanding in every respect.

“I wished we had met under different circumstances,” you whispered while you gave him several pecks on his lips, some sadness in your voice.

“Honestly, I'm pretty sure we did,” Loki said, convinced and moved his body from yours to lay on his side. You rolled to your side too so you could face him and propped up on one elbow, your head resting on your palm.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember the day when we first met at Vivian's Velvet? Rain was pouring down that day. I had just called Rhea, made an appointment with an escort lady, which was you, and was on my way home when a hooded woman bumped into me.”

“This is nothing unusual in Manhattan.”

“It's not, you're right. I couldn't see her face but I remember the shoes she was wearing…dark-green trainers like yours. It's my favourite colour and that's why the trainers caught my eye,” Loki continued and you frowned and looked quizzically at him.

“You mean, we could've had a meet-cute, flirting, dating and all that lovely kitschy stuff others have when meeting accidentally somewhere? Because… I remember I was in a hurry to Rhea's agency and I bumped into someone with an umbrella… it was…”

“... me, the man with the umbrella. And I'm sure I saw you a second time, in the hallway of the hotel after our first night, when I lost my scarf. I went back to the hotel suite to look for it and a woman walked past me. I greeted her but she didn't answer. She was busy looking for something in her bag and I couldn't see her face, it was hidden behind her hair. And she was wearing dark-green trainers, the same again as yours.” You swallowed thickly, you clearly remembered that night.

“Yeah, I remember. I was looking for my biscuits in my bag because I was a bit hungry and… I didn't answer because I had my earplugs in and was listening to music, I didn't even recognise walking past someone.

“And there was a third time. In Central Park, one sunny afternoon I was sitting on a bench and reading a book. When I randomly looked up, two women passed by, I just saw them from behind, one of them talking nonstop to the other woman… and this woman…”

“...wore the same dark-green trainers like mine?” You completed his sentence. “I'm sure it was me and my friend Gabby, we met one afternoon in Central Park and on our way home she talked a lot,” you laughed and you couldn't believe how many chances there had been to meet Loki in the streets and he couldn't believe it either.

“Besides I don't know what I would have done, it's amazing how many times we ran into each other, how close we had been to each other without knowing it,” you realized.

“But it wasn't meant to be for us. Our way is a different one, more complicated but we'll go this way together. I'm sure everything should exactly happen the way it happened. At least it doesn't matter. We're together now and that's the only thing important to me. Come here, sweets,” and Loki pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly.

“You're right, and I'm just happy to have you here. Thank you for being here and holding me.” You enjoyed his proximity for a moment before you continued to speak.

“Loki, I'm not sure if I'm ready for a new relationship yet. It terrifies me. I might need some time to get over my bad experience and I hope you understand that it's not easy for me to love someone again.”

“Your scars need time to heal, sweets and I'll give you all the time you need. I also know it's not easy to love me. I'm an otherworldly creature with a dubious past and how could I expect an angel like you to love a sinner like me that easily.”

“You stop saying that right away, okay? That's not the reason. You're wonderful! A loveable, attentive and sensual man, you're everything a woman can dream of… everything I'm dreaming of. It's me, Loki. My life is so fucked up, and you deserve better, a better woman than me…I really wish we would've met under different circumstances… the girl in the rain…”

“...bumping into the man with the umbrella…Now you stop saying that right away, sweets. You're gorgeous, and you are the one for me and I say it again, I'll give you all the time you need,” and he tightened his grip on you, kissing you softly.

“Loki, I would've slept with you without taking money from you because I never really wanted you to pay for me. I just want to be yours and yours only,” you whispered tiredly and snuggled up closer to him.

“And I would've paid any price for you just to be with you and to make sure that no other man touches and hurts what is mine,” he answered quietly with his wonderful velvety voice.

To the sound of his heartbeat, you fell asleep on his chest, protected by his strong arms which were still firmly wrapped around you as if he were afraid you could be gone when he woke up in the morning.

“I'll do this one thing for you and make sure that this son of a bitch will never hurt you again,” Loki whispered into the darkness of your bedroom and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. But you didn't hear him because you were already sleeping and with you closely snuggled up to him he closed his eyes and fell asleep too.

The next morning when you woke up the place in your bed next to you was cold and empty. For a moment you thought he was gone and you suddenly understand how he must've felt when he woke up that morning without you. It was a horrible feeling. But then you heard some noises from the main room of your apartment. You got off the bed and walked over to where the sounds came from. There was Loki, nearly fully dressed already and about to leave.

“What are you doing?” you asked him surprised.

“Hey, good morning, my sweet thing. You're awake. I didn't want to wake you up. I just need to do something before we have breakfast. I'll be back soon, my love. Take your time and enjoy a hot shower until I'm back. I won't take long, I promise,” he explained to you. Something seemed a bit off but you couldn't explain what it was.

“See you later, my sweet girl and I'll prepare a wonderful breakfast for you when I'm back,” and he kissed you passionately goodbye. There was something very erotic about him being fully dressed and you still being naked. You found it irresistibly indecent and arousing.

“Sounds very promising, handsome. I'll be waiting for you to come back soon,” you told him softly.

You smiled brightly after he had closed the door and you took a mug from the cupboard to make you a coffee. You couldn't wait to have him back soon though he had just left but you already missed him. You thought about yesterday and last night, about how Loki had been there for you and listened to you and about your adoration and blooming love for Loki when it suddenly hit you like a rock.

‘You're a fallen angel, someone has broken your wings and if I ever find this cruel prick who hurt you so much, I'll kill him’

‘Don't make any promises you'll never keep, Luke’

‘I'll find a way to stop him. I promise with all of my heart and soul, I'll stop him ‘

“Oh my god Loki, no… no nono no… Don't do this…no…” you panicked and nearly dropped your coffee mug. You suddenly knew what it was he needed to do before breakfast. He surely was on his way to pay a visit to Ralph. He was willing to risk his freedom for you, willing to help you, no matter what it might mean to him or the consequences it could have for him. Never before have you got showered and dressed that quickly. Hopefully, it wasn't too late to keep him from falling into calamity.

Last night before he fell asleep with you nestled in his arms, sleeping peacefully, he knew what he had to do. He remembered who he was and what he was capable of. He was a prince, a king, a fighter and still the god of mischief and trickery.

He was willing to write a new story for you and hopefully, he would be a part of it too in one way or another. He was on his way to fight for your honour and freeing you from Ralph and nothing could stop him from doing it.

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faesimps · 1 year ago

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Shadowheart, unblinking, staring at Tav across the campfire because everyone knows they snuck off with Astarion after the tiefling party last night: does fucking a vampire count as necrophilia?

Everyone: *freezes*

Gale: *drops his big spoon into the breakfast pot, spattering some on Lae’zel*

Wyll: *startled coughing fit*

Halsin: *genuinely considering the question*

Karlach: *whispering to Wyll* what is necrophilia? does that mean, like, a thing about necks, or, what…?

Tav: I…I think I need to go lie down.

Astarion, returning from his morning hunt a few moments later, emerging from the woods and taking in the strained camp-mosphere: why is everyone being weird? who died?

Lae’zel, still angrily cleaning herself off: you

Gale: *drops his spoon again, seconds after successfully fishing it out the first time*

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Finally some common sense, oh it feels great to see them properly communicate with each other even if it had to be fucked out of them.

I can't help but wonder if he also mentioned he's actually blue when he told her his heritage or if that'll be a truth bomb waiting to drop later.

If walker loses his job I will riot, pitch forks and all.

And you, you sneaky woman making us all believe sugar actually went on dates with other avengers. You fooled us al so easily.

I was expecting twists and turns but I wasn't prepared to be so blatantly fooled, I'm right there with sugar just shocked.

I'm so happy to see loki his powers getting proper recognition, though. His magical abilities are so strong and impressive. I love seeing it get used so creatively and fittingly.

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU)/ 18+

Chapter 10

Chapter 9

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, angst, soft!dom/sub vibes, angry-fucking (consensual), stubborn reader

I played a little bit 'what if...' and no, I'm not retelling MCU stuff, I always create my own

It took you some hours to find sleep last night. You didn't even remember when and how you returned from the library back home. You were kind of paralyzed after you had found out the truth about Luke… no, Loki was his name. It wasn't the fact that you had fallen in love with an alien or that he was maybe the demi-god from the myths. It was the fact that the newspaper articles, which you didn't even read completely, were saying that he was a bad guy, an invader, evil, destructive and a ‘war criminal’. Maybe he had been all of this but you weren't in a position to judge him for that and also you'd never do that. What confused you was that it absolutely didn't fit the impression you had gotten of him in all the time you've spent together. Loki was the most attentive, caring, loveable and sweetest man you've ever met. There must be more to it, something like a change of mind on his part.

You wished you could talk to him just one more time to ask him all the questions you had. But you had destroyed this path and the possibility of him finding you was low. Besides, you were sure he'd stopped looking for you. You were sure with him paying you for fourteen days and nights, which was a hella lot of money, and your refusal to take it, he was done with you once and for all. Understandable because in the end you'd just offered him a service and your body and your kisses might never have meant anything to him.

The next morning a knock at your door ripped you out of your work. You were already sitting in front of your laptop again writing your thesis, a mug of freshly brewed coffee next to you and several textbooks and already printed pages of your thesis lying spread on the table. And not to speak about the clothes which were spread around your apartment, on the floor and the sofa or the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink and the several empty packages from the Indian and Chinese takeaway or the pizza and pasta boxes. Your nutrition was a catastrophe these days but you hadn't any time for doing groceries and cooking some fresh and healthy food. Living in the chaos, too much coffee and junk food wasn't the best thing but the easiest until your exams were done and tidy-up you could do later.

“Coming!” You answered the knocking and stood up from the chair. You didn't expect a visitor at this time but you guessed it could be one of your neighbors.

“Hi, y/n I'm so sorry for disturbing you,” your lovely neighbour Karen greeted you after you had opened the door. She was still in her pyjamas like you. It was still early in the morning.

“Hey, Karen, no issues, you're not disturbing me. What can I do for you?” You asked her.

“I don't wanna be annoying, dear but could you lend me some flour and sugar? I want to make some blinis before I leave for work and I don't have enough flour and forgot to buy sugar…”

“No problem, of course I can lend you flour and sugar…wait, I'm back in a minute,” you laughed and vanished into your kitchen. You came back with a bag of sugar and a bag of flour and passed both to Karen.

“You can keep it and bring me some new flour and sugar in the next few days, there's no hurry,” you said and smiled brightly at her.

“Oh dearest you're a lifesaver,” she answered thankfully. “I'll bring you some blinis tomorrow when I'm back from my night shift,” and she waved you goodbye.

“It's alright, dear, thank you,” and you waved her goodbye, too. You closed the door and went back to your laptop, sat down again and continued writing. You had just finished a couple of sentences and drunk your coffee when it knocked at your door again. You looked up from the screen towards the door and a smile curved your lips.

“Coming,” you called towards the door and opened it with a bright smile on your face. “Have you forgotten something,” you asked while opening the door because you assumed it would be Karen again but when you had opened the door completely your smile died immediately and your face froze. After a second of realization, you slammed the door shut and leaned with your back against it. That couldn't be. How the hell did he find you?

Walker had told Loki in which apartment he would find you before he got out of the car. Loki didn't know which doorbell he should ring. Walker hadn't told him your real name because he thought it wasn't his job to do so. You had to tell Loki your name yourself. He already brought him here, to your house and it was more than he was allowed to do. It would cost him his job if Rhea found out about this and he considered himself as already sacked. But he wanted to help you both because he thought you two were a wonderful couple and that Loki and you had great chemistry. He also had the impression that Loki was the right man for you to help get you out of danger and out of the escort business. He still was convinced you didn't belong there and he was also convinced that Loki's obvious feelings for you were genuine.

Before Loki could think about which doorbell to ring first, someone left the building and he could get into the hallway. He used the stairway to get to your apartment and took some deep breaths, adjusted his jacket and raked his hands through his hair before he knocked at your entrance door. He was nervous. Would you open the door and let him in? Possibly not and he wasn't really prepared for your possible rejection. He yearned for you and he just wanted you back.

“Coming,” he heard you happily calling. When you opened the door it seemed you were awaiting someone else who had maybe forgotten something and instead of greeting him, your beautiful smile vanished immediately, your face froze and you slammed the door shut right into his face. Damn, that was rude but relatable. He came unannounced and maybe much too early in the morning so he should've expected this reaction of yours. And no, he wasn't prepared for your rejection. Absolutely not.

“Sugar…please open the door. I just want to talk to you. But not through a closed door. Sugar…let me in, sweets…please,” he begged you, sadness in his soothing voice. How much you had missed his voice, talking calmingly to you. How much you had missed him.

“I've searched for you everywhere and for so long… Sugar, I need you back, please… sweets, open the door. Please!”

Should you open the door? He sounded so sad and desperate.

You turned around and slowly, very slowly you opened the door just a crack and lurked through it at him. He looked so unbelievably beautiful in his dark trousers, the dark-grey t-shirt with a V-neck and his black pea coat. It was the first time that you saw him in casual clothes and you were well aware that you were still in your white loose-fitting sleep shirt and your pink pyjama bottoms with the butterfly pattern, your face undone and your hair untamed and tousled. The real you, at least in the morning. He hadn't seen you like this either. And you looked anything but sexy.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him shyly, some wariness in your gaze.

“I wanted to see you,” Loki answered whispering, utterly delighted that you had opened your door for him. “And I need to talk to you, sweets.”

You slowly opened the door completely and stepped aside so he could walk past you and come in. Loki followed your wordless invitation and entered your apartment. You closed the door and turned around towards him, looking at his broad back and strong shoulders which radiated so much safety, watching him take off his pea coat and hang it up in your wardrobe next to your jackets and bags. You already knew that your jackets would later smell like him and that was a comforting thought. Loki looked lovingly at you and a slight smile appeared on his pretty face, studying your loveable appearance.

“They're very tousled…they always are, except when I'm Sugar,” you said quietly when you saw him staring at you and twirled a strand of your hair around one finger, looking at him embarrassed.

“You always look adorable, sweets and I like your hair when you wear it open. I always wished to see you like this,” Loki said, smiling lovingly at you.

“Take a seat, please…oh, wait…,” you offered him after some moments of awkward silence and you hurriedly took several clothes off the sofa to make room for him to sit down.

“I'm so sorry for the untidiness, I'm in final preparations for my exams and I barely have time to clean up… and I didn't expect any visitors,” you apologetically explained the mess of your apartment.

“Don't worry about it, sweets. I'm not here to judge about the condition of your apartment,” and he took a seat on the couch.

“Fancy a tea or a coffee?” You asked, playing with the hem of your t-shirt. You were curious about how he found out where you live. Someone must've helped him.

“Some coffee would be great,” Loki answered, leaning back against the sofa's backrest and spreading his legs. Him sitting like this and his amazing thighs would always do things to you. Memories of what he had made you do on his thighs flashed back into your mind and made your mouth watery and your cheeks blush. You would never get over him. A shiver ran down your spine and made your core tingle and your nipples tighten. You quickly went over to the kitchen to pour some coffee for him in a mug and you felt his gaze following you.

While you were walking toward your small open kitchen to get him a coffee, Loki let his gaze follow you. You looked adorable in your comfy sleeping clothes. He loved to see your face without any make-up and your hair open and undone. Probably he wouldn't have recognised you in the streets because you looked different like this, and you were more beautiful than he could've ever imagined. Your casual clothing makes you look so comfortable. He could sense your slightly peaked nipples under your t-shirt and he felt waves of arousal running through his body. But he wasn't here to get horny, he was here to talk and get you back.

He let his gaze wander further through your small apartment. It was truly a mess right now. On your desk, a chaos of textbooks and printed pages of your thesis around your laptop and an empty coffee mug next to it, clothes everywhere, empty food packages and pizza boxes. It wasn't to miss that you were focused on your studies only. But he also saw the order in your chaos and he could relate to it. Being the god of mischief also meant that chaos was a great part of his business as well, among other things.

The only tidy thing was the evening gown he had given to you, neatly on a hanger hanging on the open door of your bedroom, right next to your dresser. On your dresser, he saw some photos in a frame. In the pictures were you as a child in the arms of a woman who he assumed was your mum, both laughing and presenting self-made cinnamon rolls to the camera and in another one where you stood with your mum on a beach with the sea and an old castle on a hill in the sea in the background, you both brightly smiling into the camera again. Your childhood must've been a wonderful one. You looked so happy in the pictures.

Next to the photos he discovered the small bouquet of his self-picked wildflowers, well-done dried and nicely decorated on the top of your dresser. A slight smile curved his lips because it touched his heart that you had kept his little gift and that you'd decorated it so lovingly. Next to your dresser, he saw your shoes, relatively neatly placed. The black high heels, the golden high heel sandals, the knee-high leather boots… and a pair of dark-green trainers. He frowned and raised his eyebrows. He was sure he had seen them before somewhere and more than once.

“Here, your coffee. Black and pure, the way you like it, I assume,” you passed him the mug, ripping him out of his thoughts. You sat down next to him and let your gaze wander from the patch of his chest hair up to his pretty face with this chiselled jaw and cheekbones, framed by those incredible black curls, his gaze piercing but heartwarming as always. There was so much longing in it. Nonetheless, you felt stripped by his staring. Maybe it was because he saw the real you for the very first time. You were in your comfy clothes, undone and vulnerable and you couldn't hide behind the pretty mask named Sugar. You felt so fragile and you were at the brink of crying. On the other hand, how dare he come here? You had forbidden him to search you and suddenly you felt angry too.

“How did you find me,” you asked him sternly. Loki sipped his coffee and placed the mug on a free space on the coffee table.

“I looked everywhere for you, sweets and there isn't a place I haven't been to find you and I didn't want to wait until our next appointment to see you again,” Loki answered genuinely and calmly.

“This is not what I meant. Who told you where to find me? Was it Rhea? You don't know my name, you didn't even know how I look when I'm not Sugar, so who told you?” Your anger and anxiety grew, your voice got louder and tears welled up in your eyes. This always happens when you are angry or scared.

“Rhea didn't tell me anything about you or where you live. Walker brought me here. I asked him for help. I knew no other way anymore and he's the only person who knows where you live. I've been to Vivian's Velvet more than once but nobody there knows Sugar… They know just Candy. I don't know what to think about it…”

“There's no relevance to it and should be none of your concerns. And Walker…it'll cost him his job and Rhea… didn't she tell you to stay away from me, that I don't want to see you again? Didn't she send you the money back? I also told you in my letter that I don't want you to be involved in my shit. Why don't you just leave me alone?” you continued ranting.

“Did you really think I wouldn't look for you after that incredible night we spent together and the letter you left behind, telling me that someone is blackmailing you? And please don't be mad at Walker. He's concerned about you too. He wanted to help and I had to convince him that I need to find you, that I have my reasons for it and that my intentions are good. He didn't do it lightly. Rhea didn't tell me anything, she just sent my money back to my bank account with that note ‘acceptance denied’. I don't understand…”

“Oh yes, talking about that… who do you think you are? Did you want to buy me? Seriously? Giving me all your money to ‘save’ me so you can own me and tell me what to do or not to do? Forbid me to escort other men? Because I owe you then?” You got off the sofa and walked some steps away from him. You needed some distance. You turned around to face him and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I might be a whore and you can buy my services but you cannot buy me, loverboy and I'll never take any money from anyone without working for it. It's the last bit of pride I have left and you…,” you pointed with a finger at him, “...won't take this from me. I'm not your property. I won't depend on your mercy, I don't need this ever again,” you yelled at him and some tears ran down your cheeks. You didn't want to yell at him or push him away like that but your anxieties and your saved emotions took the better of you. Also, you feared the consequences it could have when you asked him for help. Consequences not only for you but for him.

“And I'm not mad at Walker, I'm mad at you. Mad at you because you didn't stop looking for me, mad at you because you forced him to bring you here and risk his job, mad at you that you tried to force me to take your money without consideration.” You knew you were overreacting and you shouldn't treat him like that, he didn't deserve to be treated like that. He had always been kind and loving with you but you became more and more overwhelmed by everything that was threatening you for months now.

“Are you done now?” He asked resentfully.

“I didn't want to buy you. I just paid for the time you may have spent with me and escorting me if you would have been bookable. I don't demand anything from you, you owe me nothing, sweets,” he vehemently explained but you shook your head in disbelief.

“Everything in life has its price, ‘Luke’. Life gives you nothing!” You spat.

“Why are you implying I did something bad? I did it because I care about you, because… I don't want you to meet other men, because I can't stand the fact that other men look at you, touch you, desire you,” Loki stated. Why were you so angry and stubborn? And why have you emphasized his name like that?

“And why is that? I'm an escort, it's my job to meet men and you're a client like them. Why can't you stand it?” You wanted to know but maybe you already knew the answer, and he was definitely more to you than just a client.

“Because… because I fell in love with you and I want you all for myself. I know it wasn't supposed to happen…but it happened nonetheless. And I was jealous, so damn jealous of your other clients, all the other men who were horny for you. Now it's out, now you know why!” He just hoped you would finally give in now and let him help you.

“No, you don't love me. You don't know me. You love my fake identity, the carefree, tempting little shit named Sugar, who escorts other men and who escorts you and also fucked with you for a living. That's not love, Luke. That's just lust and passion…” Angry tears ran down your cheeks and you ran your fingers through your hair. You wished you could give in and tell him everything. In the end, you just wanted to be with him.

“Just lust and passion you say? What were your kisses then? Were they just fake too?” Loki's heart sank. This conversation didn't go as he expected and escalated quickly.

“They were just…kisses and without any meaning...probably,” you stammered. It was a lie but you couldn't admit the true feelings you had for him. He still didn't know everything about you and at least he wouldn't stay. So why give in to the feeling of love when he would leave you anyway? “I told you right from the beginning that you mustn't fall in love with me!”

“I never wanted to fall in love with you, yet I did,” he whispered under his breath.

“Why didn't you listen to me?” His answer to that was just a huff and a headshake.

“Ah, and about your kisses, Sugar … so they were kisses without meaning, you say. Didn't you tell me you only ever kiss a man when you're in love with him? So that was a lie then?… Well, interesting because I know whenever you're lying and it didn't feel like a lie when we kissed. But it's okay, I'll accept that you don't want me and that your kisses were fake.” It broke your heart further when you heard him saying that because contrary to what he said you wanted him and your kisses had been genuine but this pain now in your heart was the price you had to pay for all the fucked up shit.

“Nonetheless you can accept my help and my money. Consider it a gift. Nothing can change my ambition to keep you away from other men.” His anger grew and he just wanted to grab you and shake the stubbornness out of you so you would finally let him be there for you. “The worst thing is you're still convinced you can solve your problem alone. Girl, someone is blackmailing you and this piece of shit who does this to you with whatever it is wants a lot of money you don't have and will never get on an honestly or legally way. How many men do you want to fuck to earn all that money, hm? Ten, fifty, hundred?” He angrily questioned, waiting for your answer.

“I'd sleep with every filthy rich guy in Manhattan if necessary, my only issue is that I don't have enough time anymore for that,” you said desperately and sternly, more tears slowly running down your cheeks. The truth was you only wanted him to grab you, fuck you properly and wished immediately afterwards everything would be alright again.

“Are you kidding me? You're never going to do that. You aren't a whore, you've never been. And even if you were, according to your letter you're just my whore, aren't you? So who are you kidding?” He asked you too loudly and he was really sorry for that.

“Do I have to fuck some mind into you first so you finally take my money and let me help you?” In one quick move he stood up from the sofa and with two big strides he stood in front of you. “Come here, then work for it, you sweet stubborn whore! Be a good girl for me!” He growled angrily and darkly, grabbed you by your upper arms and walked you backwards towards your kitchen. His sudden action took you off guard but actually it was exactly what you wanted him to do. All of the pent-up frustration, anxieties and longing for each other needed to be released. Words couldn't do it for you two right now so you two had to act.

“You know what? I've had enough of your stubbornness!”

He quickly turned you around and bent you over the kitchen counter tugging your pyjama bottoms hastily down and your linen panty quickly aside. He then pushed two of his fingers purposefully into your cunt, pumping them in and out a few times before he rubbed them, slick with your juices, back and forth through your folds and over your clit, making you moan lasciviously. He wanted to make sure that you were ready for him, to hurt you would never be his intention. He wanted nothing else than you listening to him and making you happy again. He would make you listen to him, he would make you believe that he wanted to help you, that he loved you and that he would never leave you alone. But he was so angry and worried and he wanted you to feel it physically because his words didn't reach you. And besides all that he just needed you, now.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, still angry and panting heavily. His dominant behaviour turned you incredibly on.

“I do just what you need right now and the only thing you'll understand because you don't hear what I'm trying to tell you, you stubborn girl,” he growled into your ear and he continued pumping his fingers deeply in and out of you.

“Look at you, my little brat, so wet already, you're so shameless and horny, eager to get fucked, aren't you? Want me to have my way with you? Want me to make you work for me, hm? So you can take my money with a clear conscience? Does this make you so wet or is it just because of me and the knowledge that I'll fuck you properly and relentlessly into oblivion? Tell me, sweet thing, want me to take you?” His arousal got bigger with every second he had you under his tight grip and he just waited for your consent. He wouldn't continue without that.

“Yes, oh god, yes, fuck me, that's what I want. Make me listen… make me believe,” you whimpered with genuine longing, trying to get a grip on the kitchen counter. You wanted him to make you forget about everything even if it were just for a short moment.

“Oh yes, your god will take you, never doubt me, sweet thing.” Loki snarled lustfully and tugged your panties finally down. He unfastened his belt quickly, opened the zipper and freed his manhood. He stroked himself a few times, kicked your legs further apart and shoved his steel-hard, pre-cum dripping cock straight into your wet cunt. He fucked you hard and deeply but carefully to not hurt you. He was so deep yet not deep enough, his swollen balls were slapping against your clit and his cock slid powerfully over your special spot inside of you. It wouldn't take you long to reach your climax and your obscene moans were witness to it.

Loki grabbed you firmly by your hips and penetrated you faster and faster until one of his hands slid quickly up at your flank and over your shoulder. He grabbed the front of your throat and closed his big hand around it. He pulled your upper body backward against his chest, still holding firmly onto your hip and your throat, slamming his needy cock into your silken heat as violently and deeply as possible, almost breaking you in half. Your one hand clasped his nape, your other hand his forearm and you couldn't do anything else than let him fuck you pretty hard. His dominance and his deep demanding thrusts let you spiral deeper into arousal and lust.

“You better arch that back if you want to cum, sweet thing,” he commanded seductively and you just obeyed and confirmed your will to come by arching your back and letting out a long moan.

“You feel so good, make me cum, please make me cum, I need you,” you begged him breathlessly. His hand around your throat and his merciless thrusts brought you quickly to the brink of climaxing. The violence and impetuosity of his love-making surprised you and you already knew you wanted more of it, more of him. You wanted him to play with you, to punish you, punish you for running away, for refusing his help, for being a brat and arguing with him.

You knew he was desperate for you as much as you were desperate for him and you also knew that he would never hurt you. Angry-fucking was your secret kink you never dared talk about to your ex and you were glad that Loki was the one who fulfilled your dream. You would feel so much better afterwards, you just knew it. Once he promised you pleasure and didn't disappoint you, he never did and as soon as you were together with him you felt safe. He released your throat and his hand wandered down to one of your breasts, firmly cupping and kneading it and pinching and playing with your nipple.

“I'll fuck the stubbornness out of you, girl and when you're about to cum you'll say my name … did you hear me?” He commanded.

“Yesss, yes I heard you,” you moaned breathlessly.

He felt your cunt massaging his cock and he knew he wasn't going to last long and your permanent moans and whimpers nearly sent him straight over the edge.

“Oh god, I'm about to cum,” you squeaked and you couldn't hold it back anymore. He felt so good and you felt so heavenly full of him.

He fucked you like an animal and a wolfish grin curved his lips. “Then say my name… say it,” and he tried to get deeper while his thrusts became sloppier.

“I'm coming, Loki… please don't stop…”

“Say my name…” and you felt him heavily panting against the sweaty skin of your neck.

“Loki…,” and with an obscene scream you came hard around his throbbing cock.

He gritted his teeth and threw his head back when he came undone with an animalistic groan. He filled you to the brim and enjoyed the silky grip of your cunt milking him. His knees were buckling and he collapsed against your back, carefully guiding your upper bodies towards the countertop so you could both rest there for a moment and catch your breaths.

“Fuck, that felt so good,” Loki groaned and pressed a kiss to your sweaty neck and heard your quiet sigh.

He slowly pulled out of you and watched his cum dripping out of your well-fucked pussy. He was more than pleased. He cleaned himself with a sheet of paper towel which he grabbed from the kitchen counter and put his cock back in his briefs and trousers.

You were still dizzy and bathed in the aftermath of your orgasm and his domination and you still craved for his touch. You felt his cum running down your legs. You raised your torso from the kitchen counter and reached for a sheet of paper towel to dry your inner thighs. Loki looked satisfied at you and smirked.

“Can we talk like adults now?” He asked you teasingly, his cheeks rosy and the blue shimmer under his skin was gone. You both felt much better now and that's what you radiated. Sometimes a good fuck was all you needed.

“Yes,...yes, we can. I just want to clean myself quickly, please excuse me for a moment,” you said quietly, turning around to face him. He looked exhausted but satisfied and you were sure you didn't look any different.

“No,” he answered softly and shook his head.

“No?”

“No, my cum stays inside of you,” he smirked and he helped you into your panties and your pyjama bottoms and pulled both up and over your butt.

“I want you to feel how seriously I want to help you and how much you mean to me.”

He pulled you gently against his chest and wrapped his arms around you, cradling you carefully. You reciprocated his embrace and buried your face in his chest. You breathed in his familiar scent you had missed so much. Not only the scent of his skin or his cologne, or the musky after-sex scent. It was the scent of love, comfort and safety.

He dipped his head to kiss you and latched his lips onto yours and when you opened your lips, his tongue slid into your mouth exploring your warmth and your softness. Your heart felt like it had to explode and you reciprocated his loving kiss with utter passion.

To have you back in his arms, feeling your softness, inhaling your sweet scent and kissing you passionately again was the greatest feeling of all and the only thing he ever wanted. This ugly feeling of anger and tension was gone and you were closer to each other again. There was a lot you had to talk about and it seemed that the time had come now.

“My kisses were and are genuine, please believe me,” you whispered after that amazing kiss and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“I know and I do believe you. Are you okay, sweets? I hope I didn't hurt you,” he asked you softly and concernedly.

“No, you didn't. I feel good. Maybe it's what I needed and was necessary to get my conscious mind back,” you answered soothingly.

“I didn't want to go too rough on you, I'm so sorry, sweet thing …,” he murmured.

“It felt good and I liked it. I know I call myself sugar but I'm not made of it,” you told him softly and you raised your head to look smilingly at him. You kissed him on his soft lips and raked one hand through his soft curls.

“I'm sorry that I yelled at you, it wasn't fair,” you said apologetically. “I didn't intend to rail you up.”

“It's alright, sweets I get that, I was angry, too,” and he gave you an extraordinarily soft and long kiss on your lips. But there was something he was wondering about so he let go of your mouth and looked quizzically at you.

“I told you to say my name when you were about to cum and you did but… did I… did I hear you right or did I just imagine it in my incredible excitement?”

Instead of an answer you freed yourself from his embrace and went past him to your dresser. You opened the drawer and took his scarf out of it, gently touching it. You weren't ready to give it back to him but it was his and you had no right to keep it. You turned around to face him and closed the distance between you two. When you stood closely opposite of him, you took your gaze from his scarf and looked him into his puppy eyes. You could barely stand the way he was looking at you.

“I'm so sorry that I lied and told you I hadn't found it. I should've given it back to you much earlier but I couldn't. I loved the feeling of having a piece of you in my home,” you said quietly, your voice trembling.

“I knew you had it, I told you that I know. I knew that you lied,” and you both smiled at each other, unsure what to do now. You showed him the embroidered initials, your smile slowly fading. You were afraid to tell him that you knew who he was, how you found it out and that he could be very mad at you because you had browsed through his past.

“These initials don't stand for ‘Luke Larsson’, they stand for Loki Laufeyson and no, you didn't imagine it, in my ecstasy I screamed your real name,” you explained, your voice merely audible.

Loki swallowed thickly. You had found out who he was and he was sure that now the time had come to say goodbye to you because you would never want someone like him by your side. He lowered his head and took a deep breath before going on.

“How did you find out?”

“I did some research in a library. I told my best friend about you and she was sure she had seen you somewhere many years ago but couldn't remember any details concerning the Avengers. Just that you had something to do with them.”

“You talked with your friend about me?”

“Yes, because you became more to me than a client and I needed someone to talk about it. She's the only person who knows mostly everything about me and what I'm doing for a living. And so I told her about us. And through old newspaper articles, I found out that you are Loki and not Luke.”

“Yes, you're right. I'm Loki Laufeyson. An invader, a war criminal, a sinner and definitely not worthy of you. Want me to go?” He asked quietly and sadly, and raised his head again, looking at you with teary eyes. It broke your heart to see him like that.

“No, I want you to stay. And I ask you to help me. Not with money or anything like that. I need your words, your support and your soothing hugs and touches and yeah, I need your kisses, too,” you stated genuinely. “I can't anymore, Loki, I'm so tired,” and you felt him pulling you into his arms again. You hugged him back, desperately clutching his t-shirt, your face buried in his chest, his scarf still in your hand. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you on your forehead before he loosened his grip on you again.

“You know I'll never give up on you. Otherwise I won't be here,” he murmured with his deep velvety voice.

“I think, the time of revelation and truth has come,” you noticed and looked deep into his bright blue eyes.

“I think so too,” he answered, nodding approvingly.

You took him by his hand and led him back to the sofa to sit down again.

“Wait, let me clean you first and get you some fresh underwear. I want you to feel comfortable when we talk because I'm sure it's going to be a long conversation. And I know how much you like to be cleaned after having sex with me. And I think I stayed long enough in that pretty pussy,” he smiled and kissed you tenderly. You could just smile too and you adored him for his care. His kind of aftercare always surprised you anew and you truly enjoyed it. To make it more comfortable for both of you, you decided to take a shower together and you cleaned each other silently and with utter tenderness.

Refreshed, with still damp hair and Loki just dressed in his trousers and you in just a t-shirt and panties, you sat down on the sofa and looked intensely at each other. Now it was the time to tell each other's truths and you offered Loki your hand for a handshake.

“Hey, I'm y/n y/l/n. Nice to meet you,” and you gave him the loveliest and most genuine smile you could give.

“Hey, y/n. What a beautiful name you have. I'm Loki Laufeyson and it's a pleasure to meet you.” He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles. He loved your real name and it suited you so well. You answered with a cute smile and reddened cheeks. This man would never fail to make your skin tingle and your heartbeat quicken.

“Tell me your story, Loki. Tell me who you are,” you asked him, holding his hand in yours and waiting for him to begin.

He told you everything, about his heritage, about his raising in Asgard and how it all led to the invasion of New York City until the point where only two options were left to decide the fate of Earth and his life.

“I had a fight with my brother on the outside of Stark Tower and he asked me to stop and to fight with him and the Avengers together. And I did. I don't know why I listened to him, but I did and I made this decision within seconds. And instead of stabbing him and continuing the destruction and trying to get power over your world, I helped them to fight against the invasion and at least against Thanos. It cost me all of my mental and physical strength and skills but somehow I made it. It didn't prevent me from ending up in the dungeons of Asgard but it avoided lots of more death and destruction. And then I got a further chance of redemption. I got the chance to get out of the dungeons of Asgard to become a negotiator and an ambassador for international and intergalactical security because they all thought my silver tongue would be good for something.”

“Oh, your tongue is very good at French kissing,” you teased him and you both laughed lightly.

“Yeah, you might be right, sweets and not only French kissing but this is reserved for later and for you only,” he said softly, winked at you and squeezed your hand.

“The only condition was to live and work under the eyes of my brother and the Avengers with Tony Stark as my ‘parole officer’,” Loki continued. “I agreed and lived here under the radar and with a fake name for many many years and people forgot about me or left New York and new people settled down here. And after some years when other duties were waiting for my colleagues, they left NYC except for Tony and my brother. He had a love interest here, you know. I have to stay here until my debts are paid and that will be in three years. Then I'll be free to go wherever I want.

My brother or Tony just comes sporadically to see me and it's more like a visit then. I earned their trust so I was allowed to live in my own penthouse and in solitude, just as I wanted it…until I met you. Now I don't want to be alone anymore. I wished I could have you around me all the time.”

“Wow, that's quite a lot… it'll take me some time to process everything you just told me,” you said and sighed smilingly and deeply. “You made yourself the most hated man in your and my world but you took the chance of redemption. Be proud of yourself, Loki, this is a great achievement,” you praised him.

“Maybe it is,” he confirmed.

“You're wonderful, Loki. I got to know you a little bit and I can tell you, you're a good man and you deserve all the love someone can give to you. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, sweets.”

“You said the Avengers all left the city but I had dates with three of them. Did you send them to meet me because you knew they're nice so I don't have to meet strangers?” You questioned curiously. Loki shifted on his seat and swallowed dryly.

“You… you never met them, sweets.”

“Of course, I did,” you answered unbelievingly and chuckled.

“No, sweets you didn't… it was me you met.” Loki's gaze settled on your face. How would you react now?

“I think I don't quite understand. What do you mean by that?”

“One of my magical abilities is shape-shifting. I can change into the appearance of another person,” he explained carefully. You could just frown because you didn't understand anything of what he said.

“Please explain… Why were you doing this? Did you want to control me or test me?” If that was his intention it would be creepy.

“I did it because I wanted to see you and be together with you. It also was a possibility to protect you from other men.”

“Why didn't you meet me as yourself?”

“Honestly, I don't know. Maybe because I didn't have many events to attend and didn't require an escort, maybe because I didn't want to make it obvious how much I like you… the first time we met I told you I'm not interested in a relationship with you or anything else. I didn't know how to get out of that. I think I was afraid of losing face or scaring you off. You might have thought that I was stalking you,” he explained genuinely and you nodded understandingly.

“Were you also responsible for my cancelled appointments?” You weren't dumb, it fit into the whole thing and so it was an obvious question.

“Yes, guilty,” he admitted.

“How?” you wanted to know.

“I gave Rhea calls with a different voice and told her, the client which I imitated, wanted to meet an escort with a specific hair colour that was completely different to yours so she sent someone else instead of you...”

“ …and gave me a call that my appointment got cancelled,” you added.

“Yes, and two times it was too late and you had already sat at the bar at Vivian's. I intercepted your clients and told them you couldn't come for whatever reason, paid them and sent them away. I always made sure that you would get your money and I knew if a cancelled appointment isn't your fault, you still get your money. I'm sorry for that, sweets. Maybe it was selfish what I did but I just wanted to protect you and have you all for myself,”

Loki felt guilty and he knew he shouldn't have done this. It was stalker-y but he couldn't help himself, he was head over heels for you from the first time he met you at Vivian's Velvet. There were still some questions you needed answers to so you kept consulting him.

“When I met Steve and danced with him, I danced with you? Because it felt familiar somehow. It reminded me of our first dance at the business dinner.”

“You did.”

“When I had that fantastic conversation with Bruce and was invited to that extraordinary delicious dessert, it was you I talked to and it was you who spoiled me so wonderfully?“

“Yes. I know about your weakness for desserts so I couldn't resist ordering you one of the best desserts in Manhattan.” The gaze of his puppy eyes was killing you. He was adorable and you just wanted to straddle his lap and kiss the heck out of him again. But it had to wait.

“When I laughed with Scott the whole evening when I had so much fun and wondered over the magic tricks he showed me, it was you I laughed with. And Scott aka you asked me for a kiss… why? Was it a test because you knew I'd just kiss a man when I'm in love with him?”

“It wasn't a test…or maybe it was. I wanted so desperately to be kissed by you and at the same time, I was afraid you could fall in love with someone else. I just gave it a try. And then I had the confirmation that you definitely had not fallen in love with ‘Scott’ because you denied the kiss.” Loki's heart sank and pondered achingly in his chest. You would never forgive him for all his tricks and lies. He never wanted to lie to you or play games with you but for you and for love he'd do anything.

“So when we met the real Scott at the nightclub, he didn't pretend to not know me, he really didn't know me,” you concluded.

“Yes, that's right,” Loki answered, nodding approvingly. “I was just glad he stayed with the use of my fake name.”

“I think I should be extremely mad about you and all that… but I'm not. Somehow I feel flattered. Nobody else ever did something like this for me. You really just always wanted to protect me, didn't you?” Loki nodded sadly. He was so afraid that he would finally lose you though he had just found you.

“Are you still desperate for a kiss from me,” you asked him softly and leaned in to kiss him. You were just a few inches away from his tender lips.

“You still want to kiss me? You still want me after all of that? I'm a liar and a sinner, sweets. And I'm not sure if this will ever change,” he asked, unsure what you were going to answer now.

“It doesn't bother me what you did in the past and I'd never judge you. I always wanted a dark prince on his black war horse and it seems that wish might come true. You always tried to be there for me and you treated me with such care, attention, and tenderness and that's more than I deserve. If you're a sinner, I'm a sinner too. You know that I'm not a decent girl, and when you learn about my past you might not want me anymore,” you whispered, your lips almost brushing his.

“You're an angel, Sugar and you treated me so well, too. You're my purpose, my obsession and I want you, decent or not,” he mumbled and you pressed your lips gently on his, your hands trailing over his bare shoulders and chest, making him tremble. Your touches would never fail to make him shiver or to make him feel good and safe. He pulled you closer, caressing your head and your soft hair and kissed you so deeply that you nearly began to cry. When he broke the kiss, he looked quizzically at you again and ran his thumb over your cheek.

“You really took me off guard when I took you home with me and you wanted me to read to you from the book of Norse Myths and chose the part about me,” he laughed and you tilted your head to smile at him as well.

“Who could've known that I had been so close to the truth,” and you gave him a peck on the cheek.

“May I ask you something too?”

“Sure!” you said encouragingly.

“When you met Steve, Scott, Bruce aka me, Matt and the real Scott you told them your name is ‘Candy’. Even your coworkers didn't know who ‘Sugar’ is when I asked at Vivian's Velvet for you. What does it mean, sweets?” You took a deep breath and smiled slightly at him.

“When I met you for the first time at Vivian's, when we negotiated the conditions of our deal, I felt that you were special, different. And I liked you very much. Sympathy at first sight so to say. And after our conversation I decided to choose a name only for you, and only you call me like this.” Loki's eyes teared up. “You're incredible, sweets,” and he pulled you in for a further soft kiss.

“You're the only one I ever slept with, Loki. No other client ever touched me intimately. If I would've done it, it would've felt like I'd cheat on you,” you stated sincerely and tears were shimmering in your eyes. “Since I know you I only have eyes for you,” you murmured.

“I know. I feel the same way.” Loki answered with his soothing bassy tone, holding your hands in his and his thumbs grazed tenderly over the back of your hands. His eyes were looking directly into yours and you were locked in his gorgeous blue gaze.

“Tell me your story, y/n. Tell me who has hurt you so much, who's threatening and blackmailing you. Tell me the reason why you were forced to become an escort lady and have to earn that much money,” Loki asked you. You felt his sincere desire to get to know your truth.

You looked at him, swallowed, took a deep breath and then you began to tell him how it all started nearly six months ago.

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The way I would like to grab sugars head firmly in my hands, look her dead in the eye and shout LISTEN TO THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU

Your stubborn God is relentlessly looking for you, showing you he cares and you still won't see it??

Sooner or later you'll be taking that money anyways

Meanwhile loki baby is out here going through withdrawal symptoms over you

Thank god walker still had some sense and heard loki out

Oh and he can HEAR HER??? curveball of the century, I did a double take before it fully hit me.

I always get so sucked into your chapters. Their emotions and physical reactions read so well, and in such a relatable way, I'm right there suffering with them :')

Thank you for ending it with walker like that, otherwise I'd be nervously pacing around my house until the next chapter for some semblance of hope

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU) / 18+

Chapter 9

Chapter 8

Warnings: contains angst, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, soft!dom/sub vibes, some drama, morally grey stuff. Maybe a bit of a filler chapter but necessary for the plot! I hope you enjoy.

While driving in his green Jaguar through the crowded streets of Downtown Manhattan, Loki tried to stay calm. The sunny weather didn't fit his mood. He couldn't stop thinking about last night and what had happened. He could still feel your kisses on his lips, your touches on his body, and he also couldn't forget the way you looked at him and how you made him feel. With your beguiling charm and your incredible art of seduction, you even made him submit to you. To show his submissive side was something he had never done that easily before. But when he finally decided to open up to you further and to give you not only his body but his heart too, you ran away, left him alone, leaving this letter for him. A letter full of heartache and pain, desperation and fear.

After you had this breakdown and cried in his arms, he hoped you'd open up to him as well and that you'd possibly tell him what made you feel so sad and hurt. He was wrong, maybe it was too soon and you two were not close enough to each other yet for such deep conversations. But he wanted you, he wanted you in his arms, in his heart and his life. And for that, he'd do anything so the most important thing was now to find you, no matter what. How was he supposed to not search for you when you were maybe in danger? Why didn't you ask him to help you? He would've given the money to you without hesitation, without demanding anything from you for this favour.

One day you will have forgotten me…

This sentence of yours echoed in his head. He could never forget you. Against all odds, you had grown to his heart, and he loved and craved you even more now. The blackmailing thing made him feel sick and drove him crazy. Who was doing this to you, his precious girl? He was so afraid that you could've left New York already before he got the chance to talk to you. He had so many questions.

Short time later, Loki arrived at the building where REA had its office and he left the car park with fast, long steps. He couldn't get fast enough to Rhea, not even knowing if she was already in the office because it was quite early in the morning. Loki pressed the doorbell and shortly after, the door opened and he entered the welcoming office. Light jazz and soul music and the smell of freshly brewed coffee conjured an incomparable and comfortable atmosphere. Everything in here was classy-modern and elegant but it didn't calm his nerves down. Inwardly he was scared and deeply worried but he wouldn't show it to anyone, especially not to Rhea, your boss. He was sure, according to your letter, she didn't know anything about the trouble you were in and he would never expose you to anyone.

“Good morning, Sir. How can I be of help?” Rhea greeted him kindly and offered her hand for a handshake, visibly impressed by the raven-haired, attractive man in black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket in front of her. Who could blame her? When he took his sunglasses off and looked at her with bright blue eyes she blushed but kept her professional attitude up.

“Good morning… Rhea, I guess?” Loki responded and took her offered hand in his.

“Yes, I'm Rhea. Mr.Larsson, right?” She asked him, her smile getting brighter when she recognised that he was much more handsome than in the photo she got from him some time ago.

“Yes, I'm Luke Larsson. I'm sorry for showing up that early in the morning and without an appointment but it's urgent and I need you to help me quickly and efficiently,” he explained.

“No worries, Sir. Please take a seat on the couch and let me know what I can do for you. Fancy a coffee?”

“No, thanks Rhea, I'm fine. I want to get straight to the point. It's about Miss Black.”

“I hope nothing happened between you two. If you're not happy anymore with her as your escort we will try to solve your problem,” Rhea took a seat next to Loki, facing him and raising her eyebrows. She was sure there hadn't been a problem between you two at all. She knew how much you liked him.

“No, I can assure you nothing happened. I appreciate Miss Black as my escort and I definitely don't want to book another of your surely lovely escort ladies. It's just that I need an appointment with her today. I know it's extremely spontaneous but… it's urgent, you know.” Loki still tried to stay calm and cool. He was sure Rhea would make it possible to fulfill his urgent request for your company.

“Let me have a look at Miss Black's schedule,” Rhea said, already knowing the answer. She stood up from the sofa and walked over to her desk, sat down on the chair and opened her laptop. Loki waited eagerly for her answer, nervously and subconsciously playing at his fingers. A habit he nearly had forgotten but he hadn't been that nervous for a very long time. You had brought out his soft side again. He had almost forgotten that he had a softer side. He had been alone for too long before he met you.

“I'm sorry, Mr.Larsson but Miss Black isn't available for the next two weeks,” Rhea told him. She just hoped Loki would take it easy and would be open for an appointment with one of her other escorts.

“What do you mean by that?” Loki's heart began to race. He must've gotten Rhea wrong.

“I mean what I said, Miss Black isn't available in the foreseeable future.”

“That's impossible. I need to see her!”

“Sir, I think you didn't get me right. It is impossible. Miss Black is unavailable.” Rhea stayed kindly but strictly.

“But I need to see her! If it's impossible, make it possible! I have an important event to attend and I need Miss Black to accompany me,” he answered with great emphasis. That he had to attend an event was a lie but of course, he couldn't tell Rhea the real reason why he needed to meet you promptly.

“Mr.Larsson, please… I can arrange an appointment with another excellent escort lady from my agency and I promise you you won't be disappointed. I'm certain we'll find the perfect lady for you,” Rhea assured him.

“I'm sure about that, Rhea but that's not the point. I just want to date Miss Black! Only her! Why isn't she available for the next two weeks? Did she get ill? Is she fully booked? Is she going to meet other… gentlemen and why didn't she tell me?” He knew he began to sound desperate. “Please, Rhea, tell me!” He was actually desperate, a fact that made him feel uneasy. He had never been this desperate because of a woman.

“Mr.Larsson, you must know that I won't tell you anything about the bookings, the whereabouts, or any other private things of my escort ladies. Please just accept that she's not bookable for the next two weeks.,” Rhea told him strictly.

“And I tell you to accept that I need to see her. Only her. Today. No matter what! I… because I… I have a soft spot for her, I really like her,” Loki stated and his last words were not much more than a whisper. He should better hold back all those feelings.

“Obviously,” Rhea muttered under her breath and suppressed a grin.

“I beg your pardon?” He asked, frowning and trying to keep up the facade.

“Obviously, and I get that, Mr.Larsson. Miss Black is a wonderful and lovely woman,” Rhea confirmed.

“She is, indeed.” Loki took a deep breath before he continued. “So there's no chance to meet her?”

“No, Mr.Larsson. I'm genuinely sorry.”

“Could you please do me a favour then,” Loki said hesitantly, still hoping for Rhea's help even if it wasn't the kind of help he was looking for.

“Mr.Larsson, I'm asking you, please don't push it too far!”

“I'm not asking for any information. I'll pay Miss Black for the next two weeks,” Loki said, leaving no doubt that he was being serious.

“Mr.Larsson I'm not sure if you…” Loki jumped off the sofa and walked over to Rhea's desk.

“Listen, I don't want further information. I got it that she's not available… at least not for me. Regardless of whether she has appointments with other men or not, I pay for the next two weeks including the nights,” Loki interrupted her harshly.

“Mr.Larsson, please… it'll cost you a fortune and I'm not sure if Miss Black wants you to do this!” Rhea tried to intervene.

“I don't care about how much it costs me. I just care about her. Money doesn't matter, she matters. I ask you to cancel all of her appointments and to add my money to her bank account,” Loki stated demandingly. He couldn't know that you hadn't any appointment at all. He was used to always getting it his way so he was sure Rhea wouldn't discuss his plan with him further.

“Mr.Larsson, Miss Black isn't available and she's also not exclusively yours.” Rhea slowly got angry. At least it was none of her business but she wasn't sure if Loki was stalking you. She just wanted to guarantee your safety.

“Of course, she is! I pay for the time she would spend with me if she were bookable. I want her to meet me and me only. I won't discuss it with you any further!” Loki commanded. Just the tone of his voice was enough to command respect. His possessiveness and obsession with you got the better of him. Why didn't Rhea understand him? He just wanted to protect you and avoid you being forced to meet other men for money. How many men would you have to meet to earn that amount of money you needed for that damn blackmail? He could easily give the money to you but for some reason, you hadn't asked him for help and refused to take his money without working for it. He wanted to give it to you unconditionally and so he had no other choice than to do it this way. You would never have to meet other men again or worse, sleep with them. Men who didn't know how to treat you right, with decency and all the respect you deserved. The sheer thought of them touching you or worse, touching you intimately, drove him crazy and made him fume with anger. And besides this, you were his and his only. But he better stay calm. He wanted Rhea to cooperate with him and so he returned to a nicer tone.

“Rhea, please do me that favour. If you can't do it for me then do it for her. Please! She doesn't have to do anything about it. I won't ask for anything in return. I just want her to be safe.” Desperation overcame him again and he wished he could still hold you in his arms like he did last night. Damn, why didn't you stay and ask him for help? Why did you run away from him?

“That's pretty selfless, Mr.Larsson.”

“Call it what you want, I just care about her wellbeing. She doesn't belong… here,” and he let his gaze wander around the office and emphasized it with a sweeping motion of his arms. “She deserves a life of safety and happiness.”

“Exactly what everyone else here thinks,” Rhea muttered under her breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, Mr.Larsson. I'll do what you're wishing for. But I doubt Miss Black will be fond of it.” Rhea knew it was often fishy when it came to men wanting to pay lots of money for escorts or call girls and pretend not to want anything in return. She didn't think Loki was one of them but you never knew. She also sensed that he wouldn't give up that easily and that he was very serious when it came to you. There surely was more between you two than just the ‘escort-meets-client’ thing. She could see it in his gaze.

“Fond of what? Getting the money she needs without doing anything for it? I just don't want any other guy to lust for her or touch her. She deserves better. She deserves to be treated like a queen. I might not be the right man for her but if there's something I can do for her it's that. I just want to make it easier for her.”

“It seems, our lovely Miss Black has found her Prince on the white horse, the Knight in shining armour. It's a very noble gesture, Mr.Larsson, chivalrous even.”

“I'm anything but chivalrous, Rhea, believe me. I just want her to be okay,” Loki responded humbly. “So, could you please arrange an appointment with Miss Black in two weeks, as soon as she's bookable again?” Loki was well aware that he wouldn't get any further here with Rhea.

“Of course, Mr.Larsson. No issue.” Rhea told him the next free option to meet you. At least he now had the confirmation that you were still here, somewhere in New York.

“I'm sorry that I couldn't be of more help but…I'm just doing my job, Mr.Larsson.”

“It's okay, Rhea. I know and you're doing your job very well and conscientiously. I appreciate how you protect your escort ladies. Nonetheless, thank you for your time. Have a nice day, Rhea.” Loki could barely hide his disappointment. He had hoped for a different ending to this conversation. How could he have been that naive?

“Goodbye, Mr.Larsson and thank you for your understanding and cooperation. Let me know whenever I can do something for you or when you need an escort lady in the next two weeks,” Rhea said kindly. Loki nodded once, put his sunglasses on and left the office.

Back in his car, he angrily hit the steering wheel with his flat hands. “Damn it!” And tears welled up in his eyes. “Girl, where are you?” His question echoed against the windshield and stayed unanswered. Were you in actual danger? Were you scared? Were you crying? Did you miss him or had you already forgotten him? Did you care about him and how he felt after you vanished? Did you care at all? And by the way, he still wanted his scarf back. The thought made him huff and smile. And when you give it back to him he should tie you up with said scarf to his bed and fuck you properly and relentlessly until you'd promise him to never run away again. But before that, he would kiss the heck out of you and tell you how much you had scared him, how much he had missed you and how much he loves and adores you. He needed to search for you, immediately but he didn't even know where to begin. He would drive home and make a plan as to which places he should go to look for you. If you were still in New York he would find you.

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You could barely keep your eyes open. The hour-long writing and staring at the screen of your laptop had exhausted you. Your back was achingly tensed up from sitting for hours at the table, writing your thesis. You tried to stay focused and to avoid too long breaks from studying. You were already behind schedule. The deadline would end soon and an extension of it would be impossible. Well, the day of payback and doom came closer and closer too but you pushed the thoughts of it away. You knew you couldn't do this forever, you had to face reality soon but for now, you didn't want to think about it. You'll find a solution to your problem. Soon, very soon but not now, not today.

You sighed heavily, ran your fingers through your tousled hair and buried your face in your hands. As soon as you closed your eyes, you saw him, Luke, or whatever his name was. Since you left him and his penthouse nearly a week ago you couldn't stop thinking about him. You permanently thought about his kindness, his warmth, his beauty, his tenderly demanding kisses, his skin on yours and how good he felt when he was inside of you. You missed him terribly. You didn't want to yet you did. Would he have slept with you if you hadn't asked him to do it? Possibly not. Luke was everything you ever wanted and you wished you would've met him under different circumstances.

Why couldn't you randomly have bumped into him on the streets of Manhattan? A meet-cute ending up in a café, followed by properly dating each other, would've been nice. Luke was attentive, mindful, kind, caring, affectionate, tender and incredibly erotic. The sex with him was so good and satisfying. He not only cared about his satisfaction, he cared about yours as well. Him, finger-fucking you in the limousine was the most erotic experience you've ever had so far, and not to talk about him allowing you to dominate him, later in his bedroom…and everything else afterwards. He truly saw you, he truly cared about you. He noticed and remembered everything you did, said or liked. The flowers he gave to you, the evening gown, the foot massage.

And he did all of this without even knowing you well. Luke had done everything Ralph had never done in five years. But Luke's affection, the blackmailing and your fucked up life scared you and it made you run away from him. He deserved better and not someone disgusting like you. The worst thing was you would never see Luke Larsson again. You had broken your rules, you had kissed him, a client and that was probably the most scary thing. Because breaking your rules has broken your heart… and his most likely, too. Something you didn't intend to happen, you never wanted to hurt him.

You were still denying it but you were into him. No, you were on the way to fall deeply in love with him. But you mustn't, you must forget him. He was your client and you had already gone too far with him. You were sure he would never forgive you and you hoped he had already forgotten you. You weren't any special or mattered, not at all, and certainly not to him. As much as it hurt, it was better this way.

You sighed again and tried to wipe away all those memories and visions of him. Running your fingers through your hair again, you stood up from your chair and stretched your stiff limbs. And Luke was still in your mind…and his scarf in the drawer of your dresser. You still had it. You shouldn't. You should've given it back to him already. You also shouldn't have lied to him. You didn't know how but he knew you were lying when you told him you hadn't found it on the floor of the hotel suite.

You just wanted to keep it, this little piece of silken fabric, a piece that belonged to him, a piece that gave you comfort and spread the scent of safety. His scent which you loved so much. You went straight to your dresser and took the scarf out of the drawer. You buried your nose into the silken fabric and inhaled deeply. It still smelled of him. You should better stop daydreaming and continue writing your thesis. You also should take a shower later, a cold one perhaps. You put the scarf back into the drawer, closed it and headed for the kitchen to prepare another mug of coffee. You turned some light jazz music on and continued working.

It was already 3 am when you went to bed after taking a hot shower. Cold water didn't help at all to wash him out of your system. You took Luke's scarf out of the drawer again, laid down on the bed and pulled your duvet up under your chin. You took a whiff and even though you were tired you felt arousal rise in you. You missed him and you missed his touch. Your fingers found your clit and you pleasured yourself gently but straight to a mind-numbing orgasm to get some stress relief, thinking of him.

On the other side of the Hudson, Loki laid on his bed and jerked himself fast and hard to a badly needed orgasm. He needed some relief from the pain he felt inside of him since you were gone and untraceable. His search for you in the last few days had been unsuccessful so far but you were always on his mind and tomorrow he'd continue to look for you. There were still some places he could search for you. You both didn't know that you pleasured yourselves at the same time, that you thought of each other and cried each other's names at the same time when your climaxes washed over you in the middle of the night. You were so close to each other yet so far away.

When you came down from your high you covered your eyes to keep the daylight out of your system as long as possible because the sun would rise soon. But instead of using your sleeping mask, you used Luke's scarf, covered your eyes with it and tied the two ends comfortably at the back of your head. You dropped your head in the cuddly pillow and a sigh escaped your mouth, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I miss you, Luke… and I love you,” you whispered tiredly. In the warmth of your duvet, engulfed by the quietly playing jazz music from your sound system and by the scent of his cologne, sleep finally took you.

Loki was about to fall asleep when he thought he had heard your tired voice, telling him that you missed and loved him. He knew he was just imagining it hence he hoped that you would at least come to him in his dreams.

The next morning, you were already sitting in front of your laptop again, your phone blinked and vibrated next to you on the table. You were knee-deep in writing your thesis and you weren't in the mood to answer any calls, not to talk about that you didn't have any time for it. You saw Rhea's name popping up on the display and you decided to answer the call.

“Hey, Rhea. What's up?”

“Hey, y/n. Sorry for disturbing you but… we have an issue,” Rhea explained.

“An issue? What happened?” You were curious about what she had to tell you and at the same time, you felt some anxiety arising in your gut. Did she want to sack you? That would be a catastrophe. Did Luke tell her what had happened between you two, that he was mad at you especially because of the letter you had written for him? Was it about him at all?

“It's about Mr.Larsson, dear.” Rhea sounded serious. The tight feeling in your stomach got worse.

“Mr.Larsson?”

“Yes, dear. I already waited for too long to tell you about it. Please come to the office if you can. It's urgent but I don't want to tell you about it on the phone,” she said, her tone slightly concerned.

“Okay, give me thirty minutes,” you answered, uncertain about how this meeting would end for you.

“Fine, I'll be here, waiting for you,” and you both ended the call.

“He did what? I don't understand. Who does he think he is? How DARE he? Guess I should be flattered,” you stated angrily thirty minutes later when you sat at Rhea's desk. But if you were being honest you also appreciated his concerns.

“Yeah, he doesn't want you to meet other men anymore. I suppose he cares about you, a lot.” Rhea had told you everything about her conversation with Loki and also apologized that she had waited for so long to tell you about it and that she hadn't sent you the money yet. She had been uncertain what to do with all the money Loki had already sent to her bank account to send it further to yours. She didn't want to do anything wrong and wanted to talk with you about it so she left the money untouched.

“Dear, we both know you don't belong here. You should take his offer. I'm sure he just wants to help,” Rhea tried to convince you.

“No! I won't take his money. It feels like he would buy me,” and you jumped off of the chair in front of Rhea's desk. “I know that I'm kind of a whore but… it's my decision, you know. I decide to meet a man or not. I decide which guy's money I take and how much. Does he really think if he offers the biggest amount of money he can own me and tell me what to do?” You were furious and walked up and down in the office. “I won't accept that!”

“I don't think he wants to buy or own you. I'm sure if you would tell him why and for what you need so much money he would give it to you without hesitation. That guy has feelings for you, you've grown on him and it seems…”

“Nonsense! And he knows, Rhea. I told him. No details, but he knows,” you interrupted her.

“Even better!” Rhea cheered. “And he still wants to help you! I know something is going on between you two and that something has happened. I don't want to know any details but this man is desperate and you should talk to him. He urgently wanted to meet you for a reason and I'm pretty sure you know what reason it is. Sorry, y/n but I really don't get why you are refusing his help.”

“Because I'm sure… no… I know one fine day he wants something in return. Everything in life has its price, Rhea. Life gives you nothing!” A single angry tear escaped your eye.

“I'm not sure about that, dear. Luke Larsson might be your way out of this business, out of your misery. We both know you don't belong here, desperation brought you here, to my agency, to my office. I'd be very sorry to lose you as my escort lady and I'd love to stay your friend but you should take this chance,” Rhea tried to convince you.

“No! I don't need a savior and I don't need love or care. I need money, lots of money… you have no idea,” you answered strictly.

“Then take his money, for heaven's sake! If you need the feeling of having worked for it try to imagine you'd meet him every day including the nights without actually meeting him. It's not that difficult. Your pride and stubbornness won't help you out of your bad situation, y/n.”

“Enough! End of discussion, Rhea. I can't and I won't take his money without working for it. I just can't do it. I never want to be owned by a man again, certainly not. I don't want to depend on a man’s mercy ever again. And the day will come when he demands a kind of payback, a kind of reparation. I refuse his offer, and you Rhea give him his money back. I don't want it. And also I want you to cancel my appointment with him, I don't want to meet him ever again. I leave now, I've a lot of work to do,” your tone dripping with anger and desperation. “Bye Rhea, see you next week when I'll have finished my exams,” you murmured sadly.

“Of course, dear. I'll send him his money back if this is what you want. I hope everything turns out well for you. Bye, dearest,” Rhea said and you hurriedly left the office without a further word. Rhea felt bad for you. She understood your motifs but she wished you would've accepted Luke's try to help you because it seemed this man genuinely cared about you. Of course, she accepted your wish and sent the money back with the note ‘acceptance denied’.

You wanted to laugh and to cry all at once. Why couldn't he just forget you like you had asked him for in your letter? And on the other hand, you felt wanted and cared for if it was true what Rhea had told you. Was he really desperate to find and meet you? Not that it would change anything. You had cut the wire and there was no comeback now.

You were still too upset to continue working on your thesis and so you walked aimlessly on the crowded sidewalks of the Manhattan streets. About an hour later you stood in front of the New York Public Library and immediately you thought about the conversation you had with Gabby about the Avengers and the Invasion of New York. Shortly after your last night with Luke, you couldn't resist finding out more about the incident and him.

To your astonishment, there was nothing much to find on the Internet and it seemed photos and articles from twelve years ago had been removed from the websites. Normally you wouldn't care about it but somehow you wanted to know who Luke was and what he had to do with the Avengers, the Invasion, and the avoided total destruction of New York City. You should be able to get access to old newspapers from that time and you also may find photos of him. And maybe you would find out his real name. It wouldn't change the fact that you'd never see him again but you wanted to know whom you had kissed and slept with, to whom you had given your heart.

You sat at a desk in the library, scrolling through several articles in the newspapers from twelve years ago. It took some time until you found the articles about the incident. There were short ones, side-long ones but no photo so far with all the Avengers in it. Mostly there were photos of a certain Tony Stark because his building was somehow involved in this so you scrolled further on the screen. And then, you had found it, a photo that involved all of them. In the photo, you also saw the three men you had dated: Steve Rogers, the fantastic dancer. Scott Lang, the guy who made you laugh the whole evening. Bruce Banner, with whom you had one of the best conversations and who invited you to a delicious dessert.

You scrolled further through the article and then you found it. The photo you were looking for. A photo of a handsome raven-haired man, incredibly attractive and with piercing blue eyes. The man you had dated, had sex with, and finally had kissed. You found his name written under the picture. Your friend was right. His name wasn't Luke Larsson. His name was Loki Laufeyson.

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Loki was weary and worn. Day after day he has searched for you without any success, without any hint of where you could be. He had searched for you everywhere, he visited every place he had been with you, he looked for you in every cafe, bar, bistro, restaurant, gallery, museum, and park, he went several times to Vivian's Velvet, he even visited every bookstore or grocery store. Nothing. It seemed you had vanished from the face of the earth. Maybe it would've been easier if he would know your real name but without that, it was nearly impossible to find you.

Also, you refused to accept his money. He was disappointed and it kind of hurt him when he saw the money had been credited to his bank account again with the note ‘acceptance denied’. You neither wanted his money nor wanted to be found. But he wouldn't give up on you. Not yet and most likely never. Nonetheless today he would go to Vivian's Velvet for one last time. His very last try to find you.

Cast down, he took a seat at the bar and ordered a whisky. Today he just wanted to get drunk and he drank his whisky in one big gulp. “Another, please,” he asked the barkeeper, who placed a further whisky in front of Loki. This one he also gulped down in one swift sip. “Another!” He growled darkly and the barkeeper refilled Loki's tumbler. Why didn't the alcohol help to wash this dull ache and the sadness away? It had always worked in the past when he took a bath and had a glass of wine and never thought about his lost love interests again. Why didn't it work this time? He emptied his whisky quickly and ordered another one.

“Hello, handsome. Shouldn't you slow down a bit?” An attractive, tall, red-haired woman addressed Loki and took a seat on the bar stool next to him, temptingly crossing her long, black nylon-dressed legs. Her short black leather dress showed more of her bodily features than it covered.

“Mind your own business, my Lady. My drinks are none of your concerns,” Loki stated, annoyed without looking at her and took a sip of his next whisky. He didn't want to be rude but he wasn't in the mood for a conversation or flirting.

“Does it hurt that much? What is it you're trying to numb so desperately? Want me to distract you, pretty one? Want to play with me?” she offered him, her voice soft like velvet and her fingers trailed gently over his forearm up to his bicep. Loki immediately grabbed her hand and stopped her from touching him.

“Don't! I appreciate your tempting offer and you're a really pretty woman but I'm not interested, thank you,” Loki informed her, looking sternly at her. She withdrew her hand from his grip and smiled at him.

“I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to be pushy. I just thought I could help you to forget some of your… grief.”

“That's very kind of you but nothing and nobody can help me to forget, I guess.” Loki swirled the whisky in his glass, staring absent-mindedly at the golden-brown liquid.

“That bad?” She asked cautiously.

“Yeah, it's that bad,” Loki swallowed the entire contents of his tumbler. With the emptied glass he gestured to the barkeeper to refill it and turned his head towards the woman next to him.

“Can I get you something? What would you like to drink? Champagne, a cocktail or something else?”

“Champagne would be nice,” she answered sweetly. “Is she nice?” She wanted to know.

“Who? What do you mean?” Loki asked, irritated and playing with the whisky tumbler in his hands.

“The woman you try to forget,” she responded smilingly.

“How do you know I'm trying to forget a woman,” Loki responded, looking quizzically at her.

“Because men try to drown their pain and lovesickness in lots of alcohol and mostly they're having casual sex with a Callgirl too. That's why many of them are coming here to Vivian's,” she explained knowingly.

“I'm not one of them. I came here a few times to look for her and we had our first date here. She's gorgeous. Over time we became closer to each other and then she vanished. And now I'm looking for her but without success,” Loki told her and emptied his whisky glass.

“So she's one of us?” She wanted to know.

“Kind of. She is… was my escort lady.”

“An escort? Maybe I know her… what's her name?” She asked him.

“Yeah! Yeah, maybe you do!” Hope arose in Loki again. “Her name is Sugar,” and Loki was sure she'd know promptly who he meant. But her answer crushed his hope.

“Sugar, you say?” She contemplated for a moment before she answered him. “No, I'm sorry, I've never met an escort here named Sugar.”

Loki nodded sadly and gave her a description of your appearance when he suddenly remembered a little something.

“Do you possibly know an escort lady named Candy?” He asked her excitedly. It was the last glimmer of hope.

“Candy? Yes, of course, I remember her. She's lovely but I haven't seen her for weeks now. Maybe she quit, I don't know. We were never close, you know.” Loki's hope died instantly and he took a deep breath, shaking his head in disbelief. He slowly believed the universe didn't want him to see you ever again.

“What a lucky girl she is. I wish such a great guy like you would love me like that and look for me like you are looking for her. But I'm sorry, handsome, I think I can't help you. You need to continue searching for her, I guess.” She genuinely pitied him. He was truly sad and desperate and obviously in love.

“And yet she ran away,” Loki murmured. “No worries, it's alright. I won't stop searching for her but I don't want to keep my hopes up too high, you know. But I appreciate you're trying to help me,” Loki continued but could barely hide his disappointment.

“No issue. I'm sure you'll find her. Love always finds a way. Heads up, handsome,” she said, trying to rebuild his confidence.

“I just hope you're right,” was the only thing Loki could answer.

“Thank you for the champagne, I'll leave now. And hey, don't give up on her. I'm sure she is waiting for you. You're a very decent man… coming here frustrated and love-sick and refusing a good fuck… if this isn't fidelity and love then I don't know what is. Good luck, pretty boy” she said kindly, smiled at him, hopped off the bar stool, and went away. She was looking for a man to spend a night in bed with and maybe she would fall in love with one of her clients too but she knew Loki wouldn't be the one. This place in his mind, in his heart, and in his bed was already taken.

It was in the early morning hours when Loki decided to finally go home when he saw a black limousine in the car park right in front of Vivian's Velvet. He was instantly sober. Walker casually leaned against the vehicle, a coffee from a takeaway in his hand. He had had a long night after his two-week vacation but now his shift was over and he would drive home soon. Loki and Walker never crossed their paths in the last few days or nights but it seemed it was meant to be that Loki was meeting him now. Not Vivian's was his last hope, Walker was and Loki was well aware that only Walker could help him to find you. It wouldn't be easy to break his secrecy. But he wanted to give it a try. If this wouldn't work, nothing would.

“Good morning, Walker. Hope you're fine. Do you remember me?” Loki greeted him.

“Good morning, Mr.Larsson. Of course, I remember you, Sir. I hope you're doing well, too,” Walker replied, unsure what Loki might want from him.

“Haven't seen you for a while,” Loki continued. Walker took a sip of his coffee and stared emotionlessly at Loki over the rim of his mug. Walker was cautious with every suitor of the escort ladies he was responsible for.

“I don't want to beat around the bush. I need your help, Walker and it's urgent,” Loki told him, with sadness in his voice. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his chinos and waited for Walker's reaction.

“What kind of help, Sir?” Walker grumbled, raising his eyebrows. He didn't trust a suitor, least of all the pretty ones.

“Sugar. I need to find her and it's urgent. I have looked everywhere for her, days and nights for the nearly last two weeks and I can't find her. Please, Walker, I need you to help me,” Loki asked him desperately.

“What makes you think I could help you, Mr.Larsson?” Walker questioned him dismissively.

“You know where she lives, you always drive her home after her dates. Walker, please bring me to her, I really need to talk to her. I need to see her,” Loki responded firmly, gesticulating with his hands to emphasize his request. Walker's answer was a deep, wholehearted laughter.

“And why should I do that, Sir? Do you really think I'd drive suitors to the escorts’ homes? I'm sorry, Mr.Larsson but this is really ridiculous.”

Loki rolled his eyes annoyed and bit lightly into his lower lip, placing his hands on his hips.

“I genuinely appreciate your discretion Walker and I'm glad that you take your job that seriously but you quite don't understand the urgency of this matter…I. Need. To. See. Sugar. Please!”

“No! I won't bring you to her home. I'll protect the ladies and nothing will change that. Not even a filthy rich guy like you!” Walker grumbled darkly. He would protect the escorts at all costs, especially you because he had a soft spot for you.

Loki walked towards him until their noses were almost touching. They gave each other a death stare and if looks could kill both would die instantly.

“Bring me to her,” Loki demanded insistently.

“No!”

“You'll bring me to her, Walker! Don't make me force you!” Loki's anger was growing fast but it was the anger of a man who was desperate to find his beloved girl.

“No!” Walker didn't give in. He couldn't know that he would lose any kind of fight against Loki but he would defend your privacy until his very end.

“Damn Walker, she's in danger, she needs help, urgently! So get up your ass and bring me to her!” Loki was upset but of course, he didn't want to hurt Walker physically, it wouldn't help anyone. But something in Walker cracked. He frowned and Loki took one step backwards.

“In danger? Why should I believe you?” Walker asked curiously. He was genuinely concerned now.

“Because it's the truth and you need to trust me.”

“I never trust a suitor. Sugar always spoke highly of you but it's my golden rule to never trust the men who book an escort lady.” Walker explained vehemently.

“She spoke to you about me?” Loki wasn't sure if this was a good or a bad sign.

“She just answered my concerned questions, nothing more but she was always fond of you. So, tell me, why should I believe or trust you? Maybe you're just telling fuckin’ lies to get to her.”

“In the last night we spent together we came very close to each other, not only physically but emotionally too. She stayed for a reason the whole night, you should remember that night and you got well paid for it that you waited until the next morning for her.” Walker remembered that night very well because it was something that didn't happen very often.

“She left without a word when I was still sleeping and the only thing she left for me was a letter, in which she told me mostly everything about her,” Loki continued.”She's in danger, Walker. Someone is blackmailing her. She needs my help. Please, Walker, we're on the same side, we both love her, each his own way, and we both want to protect her. Walker, I'm begging you, bring me to her!” Why the hell was this man so stubborn?

“Do you have any witness of what you're telling me?” Walker was still wary towards Loki but his concerns for you grew. What if he told the truth?

Loki pulled your letter out of the inner pocket of his jacket, unfolded it and showed it to Walker. He didn't give it to him because its contents were too private and just meant for him and it was the only thing he had from you besides the thong he had stolen from you when he pleasured you on the backseat of the limousine which stood right in front of him now. He carried your letter always with him like a treasure. He just wanted Walker to see it and prove to him that he wasn't lying.

“She wrote it in this letter. I told you the truth. Please help me, Walker.” Loki begged him quietly, tears brimming in his eyes. Walker frowned and rounded the limousine.

“Get into the car, Mr.Larsson. I'll take you to her!” That was what Loki wanted to hear.

“Thank you, Walker. I owe you.” A big smile appeared on Loki's face. He put your letter back into his pocket again and he quickly jumped into the car.

The sun was shining brightly this morning. Not only in the sky but also in Loki's heart. He put his sunglasses on and not much later, Walker parked the limousine in front of the building you were living in.

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Thank you for the tag @mcufan72 💜💜💜

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What a pity i will never kiss you, right? WOMAN

Stop playing with my emotions

I just went through the wildest fucking Rollercoaster ride. I can FEEL my heart going a thousand miles an hour

I have whiplash now

How did you put him being a sub (immaculate by the way) to her rejecting him, to crying in his arms, to kissing him to booking it out the door in one chapter?? I cannot decide what emotion to settle on after this

I mean amazing, sub loki will always have my heart. Cuddle fucking is also absolutely fenomenal, the emotions are well portrayed I'm so in it I don't even know how to feel. I love the chapter but my god put my feelings down please

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU)/ 18+

Chapter 8

Chapter 7

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, soft!dom/sub vibes, angst, and maybe some drama. It's a long chapter again so get some snacks and something to drink.

Shortly after Loki had made you lustfully shake in his passionate embrace, you arrived at his penthouse. Walker would wait for you in front of the building until midnight. He gave you his reassurance and handed you your travel bag from the tank. He gave Loki a threatening look and got back into the car. Loki huffed with a smirk, raised his eyebrows, and gave you his attention again. Nonetheless, he appreciated Walker's concerns for you.

“Let me carry this for you, Sugar.” Loki took the bag from your hand and his free hand clasped yours.

“Thanks, Luke. That's sweet of you,” and you lovingly squeezed his hand. Your cheeks were still glowing and your eyes shiny. You never had that kind of car sex before and to be consumed by him like this had been wonderful.

He led you into the building and you took the lift to the top floor where his penthouse was. He was nervous. Would you like his home? Would you feel comfortable? It was a risk to bring you here, for both of you. When he opened the door, a luxe penthouse, elegant and sumptuously furnished, with a big living room, awaited you. An amazing view of the Manhattan skyline by night through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, a big terrace in front of them, took your breath away. His home was gorgeous and inviting and no comparison to your small and too expensive apartment.

“Welcome to my home, Sugar. I hope you like it and feel comfortable here.”

“I like it very much, Luke. Your home is gorgeous. Thanks for letting me be here with you and letting me invade your privacy. That's not self-evident.”

“I'm glad that you like my home. Tell me, are you afraid? Being here alone with me?” he asked cautiously.

“No, I'm not afraid. I always feel good with you. Your home is a wonderful and cosy place. Cosier than I expected. Most penthouses I've seen were cool and impersonal, with cool, stylish but impersonal interiors. Just there to be shown and to impress others how far you had come. And the view is amazing, Luke. I've never seen Manhattan's skyline from this side of the Hudson. I'm impressed.”

“Yeah, the view is pretty good and even more impressive by night. And to enjoy this view with someone you like is even better.” He smiled at you and passed you your bag.

“You can bring it to the bedroom if you like. It's over there,” and he pointed to a room on the opposite of where you stand. You nodded and headed for the bedroom and placed it right at the door.

“Want something to drink, sweet thing? Champagne, whisky, or wine?” He asked you while you let your gaze wander up to the open higher floor with an open gallery. A curved staircase led to the higher floor where you saw the upper end of his impressive book wall, two armchairs, and a piano. Yes, it was really a cosy place.

“I fancy a tea or coffee,” You said politely.

“Of course, no problem. Anything you want, Sugar.” He made you some tea in his spacious kitchen and also prepared you a glass of water and placed both on the kitchen counter. You went towards his book wall and pulled one of the books out of the shelf. It looked a little bit antique and had a wonderfully styled leather cover.

“Nordic Myths and Legends,” you read out loud the title of the book and you opened it randomly and marveled at the beautiful illustrations.

“You could read something to me. Your voice would lull me to sleep, I guess,” and you smiled at him. He stood already next to you.

“What would you like me to read to you? The story of the legendary Allfather Odin or do you prefer the stories of the golden Prince, the mighty Thor? Every girl loves the golden Prince on his white horse, don't they?” You flipped through the book while he asked you and pointed it out to him.

“I'm always with the dark guys. I prefer the dark prince on his black war horse, willing to ride with me through hell and back. Would you read Loki's story to me?” and you looked at him asking.

His piercing blue eyes stared at you, inexplicable. He took the book out of your hand, closed it and put it back on the shelf, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Come, I have something for you,” he changed the topic, took you by your hand and led you to his large, comfy sofa. He brought you your tea and the glass of water and vanished into his bedroom. He came back and sat down next to you, a small black box decorated with a golden bow in his hand. The box looked similar to the box in which the dark green dress was packed.

“For you,” and he gave it to you.

“Thank you, you don't have to do this,” you said kindly and opened the lid. In the box, embedded in the same kind of black tissue paper, was a set of dark-green lace underwear, made of silk. You never owned such a beautiful, seductive lingerie set made of such pretty and delicate sensual floral lace.

“Gosh, Luke, it's so beautiful but I don't deserve it. It's too expensive and too pretty for me,” you said and your eyes teared up when you looked at him.

“You deserve much more, sweet thing and I owe you a new lingerie set. I destroyed your lingerie last time and you definitely need a new one, don't you?” He ran his thumb over your cheek.

“Yes, you might be right. And you still have my other thong in your pocket…Thank you, Luke, I really don't know what to say. It wasn't necessary but I appreciate your wonderful gift,” and you hugged him tightly. He wrapped your arms around you and inhaled your scent deeply. He would love to kiss you.

“Thank you for coming here with me. I feel extremely honoured that you trust me that much.” He broke the embrace to look at you.

“No, I have to thank you. You must trust me a lot if you're bringing me here, to your private place. And you should know that I trust you. I did right from the beginning. Otherwise, I couldn't have slept with you.”

“I think we both have… some issues with trusting someone, haven't we?” He wondered, holding your hand in his.

“Yeah, possibly. To feel used and be disappointed when you've given everything of yourself to someone …” you began.

“…and just being loved because of your sex appeal and for the fact that you're looking good…that doesn't feel like love at all and it doesn't make it easier to trust…” he added.

“Luke, I really enjoyed our last encounter. I'm genuinely sorry for being so… rude afterwards, I…”

“Could you please stop permanently apologizing? You don't have to, everything is fine. Who, for heaven's sake, told you that you have to be sorry for everything concerning sex? I can sense that you know very well what you want and what you like, and at which pace. You just showed me in the car how passionate you are. And that's okay. Believe me, Sugar, I enjoyed everything we did so far too and you never did anything wrong. The way you treated me recently was tender and caring and damn, you were so devastatingly sexy and tempting. And it felt so good to lay in bed with you and to hold you in my arms.”

He stood up from the sofa, walked to the house bar and poured some whisky into a tumbler. He took a deep breath and gulped his whisky. Sometimes he didn't know how to handle his feelings properly. He always felt so insecure about it. He was still aroused and on edge and holding you in his arms didn't make it any better. But he couldn't very well fall upon you like a starving wolf. He would've loved to do it but he didn't want to scare you. You were on unknown terrain in his home and he wanted you to feel safe, not scared. He turned around just to see you walking toward him.

“Want me to do it again, Luke?” Your warm hands explored the firm muscles of his torso, hidden under his tight dark green shirt. His chest lifted and lowered heavily with each breath, his eyes filled with untamed desire.

“Do what?”

“Treating you right, making you shivering and writhing. Your moans are such a turn-on, Luke.” He loved how you whispered his name and imagined how his real name would sound from your mouth. He wanted to lie on top of you, underneath you, next to you, be inside of you and all around you. Every night, every day.

“Look at you, sweets. So eager to get fucked,” Loki grinned smugly at you but could barely stand your touch. What he would give for a kiss from you. But he needed to stay in control. To show his soft side and how much he adored you would reveal too much of his heart and his vulnerability. Why did he even allow you to be this straightforward? But he enjoyed it, he wanted it and his need for you went straight down to his cock. He wanted nothing more than to be inside of you now, embedded in your warm silken heat. He liked the thought of you liking him and that you were taking care of him.

He knew your feelings were just pretended ones and not real but it did him good. Your proximity did him good, you did him good. He was shocked at how touch-starved he was because he wanted you to touch his bare skin. He couldn't show you that, he didn't deserve to get touched like that. He didn't deserve your hands on his body or your care and attention. He should not lose control, never but he was damn close to it.

“Me? Eager to get fucked? I think it's the other way around, Luke. You're eager to get fucked, especially after our session in the limousine, you're desperate for some relief, aren't you,” you teased him, your hands still working his pecs.

“Can you still taste me on your tongue? Want me to fuck you, Luke? Reckless? Merciless?”

You wanted him so bad, it almost hurt. Your craving and your feelings for him were already beyond pure lust but you refused to accept it.

“Try me!" He growled, lowering his voice. He was bursting with lust and desire. His dark timbre sent shivers down your spine and made you dripping wet and your nipples harden like pebbles. You slowly walked him backwards, pressed him against the kitchen counter and kicked his long legs apart so you could stand between them.

“Hey! What are you doing,hm?” He asked you, a dark softness in his voice.

“Taking care of you. You like it, don't you?” And you cupped his manhood gently with your hand, enjoying the growing firmness between his legs.

“Yes,” he hissed and gritted his teeth.

“Want me to continue? Under my conditions?” You rubbed him firmly through the fabric of his trousers, caressing and squeezing him, hearing him quietly moan.

“Yes… you can use me. Use me as you please, I'm yours. I want you so bad, sweet thing.” His fingers curled around the rim of the kitchen counter, searching for some support. He was putty in your hands.

“Will you accept my requests?”

“Yes.”

“Am I allowed to make the rules, by considering yours?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be my good boy?” You were skating on thin ice but you wanted to know how far he would let you take it.

“Yes, I wanna be your good boy,” he groaned.

“Do I arouse you?” a rhetorical question because you felt his erection growing and twitching in your hand.

“Yes, you do, sweet thing,” he sighed desperately.

“Loosen your tie, pretty boy, and give it to me,” you let go of his manhood and took a small step backwards so you could watch him.

He was a feast for the eyes and the impersonation of sin. You had never seen a man so full of lust and passion and craving for you that much. You were blessed to have him as your client and you dared to become bolder with your demands. You have never been this demanding before but he gave you the safety, respect and self-confidence to try it. He wasn't even obliged to do it. He was the one with the money and the one who paid you and could be demanding, not you. Loki did as he was told and gave his tie to you, which you draped around your neck.

“Open one more button of your shirt… slowly!” You murmured, biting your lower lip.

He did. You grabbed the open collar and yanked his shirt completely open and watched the buttons scatter down to the floor exactly the same way you had dreamt of. He was so beautiful, his scent beguiling and it intoxicated you. You wished you were allowed to let your hands travel over his naked sculpted torso and feel his soft skin under your digits, licking him down from his throat over his chest to his cock and peppering kisses all over his body.

“Bedroom! Now!” you commanded.

You felt how wet you already were. You were on autopilot, wanting nothing else than to make him and you shake with desire. He took your hand and led you to his bedroom, a king-sized bed with lots of cushions, soft silken bedsheets and a large duvet, all of it in shades of green, waiting for you. You had never seen such a snuggly and cosy bedroom before.

“Undress! Completely…and slowly please. I want to shamelessly indulge watching you getting naked for me.” You couldn't wait to get him out of his clothes.

“Yes, Ma'am,” he whispered obediently.

You were incredibly aroused and you'd loved to spend the whole night with him, enjoying him, making him happy. And you wanted to show him that you were worth the money he paid for your services. You secretly wished this wasn't the only reason why you were here.

“Lay down, I want you on your back. Show me your ethereal beauty,” you whispered commandingly.

Loki did everything you wanted him to do and waited eagerly for your next command.

“Has anyone told you yet how devastatingly handsome you are? Your body is divine and you have the face of a god and a heart so wonderful that I want to die.” You soaked in the stunning view of his gorgeous body, trembling with arousal and anticipation.

“It never sounded that good as when it comes from your mouth and no one was ever interested in my heart,” he stated, feeling himself getting harder if that was even possible. He loved how you looked at him and soaked up his naked form. Seeing you trembling with arousal was such a tempting sight. He propped up on his elbows when he saw you undressing with nimble hands.

You only had your knee-high leather boots on and you walked towards him, his tie in your hand, your nipples erected with anticipation, your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. You were an indecent, horny sight to behold and he had to control himself to not cum right now because of your seductive appearance and a desperate moan escaped his throat. You were the epitome of beauty to him.

“Dare not cum too quickly, loverboy. Sit up and spread your amazing legs!” And he followed your command. You placed your foot between his thighs and salivated over his throbbing, pre-cum leaking, erect member. You forbid him to cum just like this but you weren't any better. It seemed you needed just a little soft touch, a little lustful gaze and you would cum immediately. You ached for relief from this sweet throbbing pain.

“Be my good boy and take the boots off my feet! Slowly!” You murmured temptingly. It was so hard not to fuck him right away. To hold that tension high and slowly work towards the lustful finale was something that you never had done before. You had to meet him to find the courage to try. It felt heavenly to be the one in charge. And you couldn't believe that he let you do it. Loki obeyed and he slowly unzipped your boot and took it off of your foot and you placed your now bare foot back to the flooring. He almost burst with excitement.

“Now the other one, pretty boy,” and you placed your other foot between his thighs.

He unzipped the boot at the same slow pace, took it off, looked up to you, and saw how your pupils dilated with arising desire. You were burning with lust like him and he looked between your thighs and saw your almost dripping wet cunny. He gasped lasciviously and he wished he were allowed to eat you out. He wanted to taste you on his tongue and lick your soaked core. Maybe next time. He could wait.

You were both completely naked now for the first time when having sex and it doubled the eagerness to fuck each other. You climbed onto the bed, pushed him back into the cushions and straddled his lower abdomen without touching his cock and placed your hands on your thighs. You wanted to torture him a little bit more. Just a little bit because you were eager and desperate to feel him finally inside of you. He felt your wetness drenching his happy trail and wished he could suck your delicate nipples and lick your folds and your sweet throbbing clit. The mere thought brought him close to the edge again. But you haven't given him permission to do it.

You felt his engorged cock against your ass and moaned blissfully. You would lose control soon, that was for sure. You struggle not to move and get some friction and rub yourself over his pubic mound. You'd love to cum like this but you definitely wanted to prolong this sweet torture for him and you and he seemed to enjoy it as much as you did.

“Hands above your head, handsome,” and he did as he was told. You took his tie and wrapped it around his wrists.

“What are you doing, sweet thing?” he whimpered.

“Tying your wrist together, loverboy.”

“Why?”

“Because you want to be my good boy and to make sure you can't touch me and… Safety reasons. I'm in your private rooms and you could do anything to me here. You're so much stronger than me and I wouldn't even have a chance to send an emergency message to Walker.” you explained, tying his wrists carefully together.

You placed your hands on either side of his head and leaned down.

“They're very loosely tied, you can free yourself at any time,” you murmured to his ear.

“It's okay, sweet thing, don't you worry…I allowed you to play with me so just keep going. I love what you're doing.” He was well aware that he could free himself faster than you could even imagine.

“Okay,” you whispered, “Are you clean, Luke? I am and we can do it without a condom if you want. I'm on pills and I want to feel you completely, I want you to fill me with your cum.”

You knew he was the only one for you and you have not whored around but you didn't know if the same goes for him and if he would believe you. You were an escort lady at least. It was a big risk for you, you were pretty much aware of it but you needed to feel him, pure and natural.

“I trust you,” he whispered reassuringly. “I'm not whoring around, for me there's just you.” It was the truth, he wouldn't lie to you about that.

“And I trust you,” you whispered back, slowly raising your upper body again. “I'll ride you to heaven, Luke Larsson!”

“But in the end I'm always in charge and that won't change.” You were irritated for a moment but he winked at you and a slight smile on his lips signaled you that he enjoyed playing this game with you. Your game. He just wanted to provoke you a little bit.

“Too late, pretty boy,” and you winked back at him.

His hips were thrusting upwards to get some friction and he was writhing and flexing underneath you. You felt how desperate he was. His eyes, filled with pure lust, gave it away how bad he wanted you and you loved him for giving you the power over him, allowing you to be in charge, to be the one who decides what's going to happen next.

“I want you to feel like I felt every time you fucked me,” and additionally to his tied wrists, you blindfolded him with the fabric belt of your dress. You would give him a proper portion of his own medicine. In a good way. You wanted to take care of him, make him feel good, satisfied and wanted.

“What are you doing, silly girl?” You stroked him firmly a few times, making him gasp and he felt how you guided his rock-hard shaft into your silken heat until your walls were sheeting him completely.

“I'm riding you into oblivion, loverboy,” and you were consciously clenching your cunt around his length. Loki whimpered, his cock twitching impatiently inside of you. He waited desperately for you to move. Your nails scratched lightly and torturously slow from his collarbone, over his happy trail down to his pubic mound and the root of his cock, causing goosebumps on his heated skin. For a short moment, he didn't feel your fingers on his body but then you slowly gyrated your hips, rubbing your clit over his pubic hair, making you groan and tremble. You touched the place where you two were connected and when your fingers found your clit, you began to please yourself. Loki felt you squirming, your thighs clenching at the sides of his torso.

“Fuck, Sugar, please let me touch you.” Of course, he could free himself easily. But he didn't want to, somehow he enjoyed that you dominated him. Something he never thought would make him feel…safe and wanted.

“No, you're not allowed to touch me. Now you know how that feels.” Your one hand rested on his chest, while you shoved two of your fingers of your other hand carefully into his mouth. He sucked at them and his tongue circled your fingers. He moaned lasciviously when he tasted the juice of your arousal on them and tried to buck up his hips to get more friction and stimulation for his needy cock. He felt so hot and you knew that your orgasm would wash over you soon. You hopped up and down his cock, feeling the swollen veins on it which were fiercely pulsating under the pressure of your clenching cunt. Your fingers left Loki's mouth with a pop and you rubbed them, slick with his saliva, over your throbbing clit in delicious circles. You couldn't hold back a loud moan when you felt the coil in your lower parts tighten. You fastened your pace, your gyrating movements became sloppier, your wetness grew and Loki tried to thrust into you as deep as he could and hit your special spot inside of you.

He felt your walls pulsating, vibrating and twitching around his hard length, massaging him and your tightness and warm wetness made him go feral. He couldn't hold back all the whimpers and sighs and he was panting heavily.

“Close…I'm so close…,” you moaned, riding him faster and circling your clit more firmly.

“Can't hold it… fuck…anymore, Sugar.”

Without the barrier, his cock was so sensitive and you felt so good, the physical feelings he had were so much more intense, doubled by the fact that he couldn't look at you.

“Close…close your eyes…promise me…to close your eyes, …I'm…begging you…,” he whimpered, he desperately wanted to cum.

“Yesss….,” You came, hard, with relish, screaming his name, a mind-blowing orgasm washing over you, letting you see stars behind your eyelids.

Loki came hard shortly after you, a loud, primal moan leaving his mouth when he spilled his cum into you. You immediately came for a second time when you felt him filling you up to the brim and collapsed against his chest in urgent need to let your fingertips trail over his chest and his armpits, upwards to the undersides of his arms to finally clasp your hand with his and freeing his wrists. You wanted to caress every inch of him. But you knew you weren't allowed to touch him like that and so you didn't. You just reached upwards and loosened his wrists so he could free himself from the blindfold. Your head still laid on his chest, heaving up and down in the rhythm of his still fast breathing.

You two bathed in the post-orgasmic high for a few more moments before Loki sat up with you by holding you by your waist. When he looked at you he felt respected like never before. You were blindfolded. You had put a blindfold over your eyes before you impaled yourself onto his hard length. He took the blindfold from your eyes, grabbed you carefully by your hips, lifted you up and bottomed out of you, his seed dripping from your still clenching cunt. You already missed him and you wanted to cuddle with him. An escort, you were just an escort and cuddling was never part of the deal. That he held you in his arms and fell asleep with you the last time you had sex with each other had been an accident and it would never happen again. Was there a shimmer of blue on his skin again or did you just imagine it?

“That was amazing, Sugar. You treated me so well. I hope I was able to make you feel good. If I would be allowed to kiss your beautiful soft lips now I would do it,” he said softly and chuckled.

“What a pity that I will never kiss you, right?” you took a tissue from the bedside table and cleaned your folds, got off of his lap and the bed, and walked over to his bathroom with lasciviously swinging hips and closed the door behind you.

Your self-confidence was gone immediately with the shut of the bathroom door and you breathed deeply several times, swallowing down your tears and covering your mouth with one hand to muffle the sobs. It felt so good, he felt so good. You wished you were wrapped in his arms again right now, giving each other loving aftercare. You felt so safe with him. You wished you could've touched him and…kissed him. You trailed your fingers over your lips and imagined Loki would kiss you. You were sure his kisses would be passionate and demanding and soft and his taste must be delicious. You knew his cock and his juices taste good, sweet and salty, you just got a taste of it some days ago. You were sure the taste of his lips and tongue must be even better, sweeter. But he was your client, you an escort and you weren't allowed to love him. Your sassiness towards him after fucking and ending the intimacy quickly was just your way to hide the growing feelings you had for him.

Loki was confused by himself. You had been in charge, you took what you needed from him and he was on your mercy and… he enjoyed it. Also, you followed the rules, you were blindfolded, you didn't take the chance to look at him while he came undone and see him in a very vulnerable moment. And you didn't touch him…nearly. He was sure you hadn't been aware of your fingers trailing down his torso and he enjoyed it way too much to tell you that. He could've stopped you easily. But he didn't want to, your gentle touches felt too good.

He hoped you would kiss him, demandingly, passionately and gently. You didn't and he had to accept it. You were his escort and he was your client. What you just did had nothing to do with love and he wouldn't fall for you. He might feel some kind of addiction or obsession but it wasn't love he felt for you…it wasn't love.

When you came back to the bedroom, tears dried and your body cleaned, you took a fresh lace thong from your travel bag. You turned your attention back to Loki and smirked tantalizingly at him, a cigarette lingering in the corner of your mouth. You walked towards the bed where this piece of art was still lying in the rumpled sheets, head popped up on one hand. With half-opened eyes, he looked at you. His gorgeous hair was a mess and he looked well-fucked. It made you proud that it was your doing that he looked like this. You lit the cigarette and dragged joyfully on it, lasciviously blowing out the steam.

“It's okay if I smoke, isn't it?” You asked him playfully and Loki huffed, amused. You crawled onto the bed and laid down on your stomach, supporting your upper body on your elbows and looking at the handsome guy with tousled black curls next to you.

“I would've loved to clean you, sweets.”

“I'm sorry, Luke. I'm used to doing it myself. Old habits die hard,” and you dragged on your cigarette again.

“Then excuse me for a moment, I just take a quick shower. I'm back in a few minutes. Please wait for me, sweets, don't vanish, okay,” you just smiled at him and he left the bed and headed for the bathroom. He was afraid you could be gone when he returned from the shower. On his way to the bathroom, Loki presented you with an awesome view of his backside which made you lick your lips.

“Has anyone ever told you what a nice butt you have?” You wondered, lazily lolling on the rumpled bed sheets. "You have such a hot butt and such tight ass cheeks…I want to smack and bite them," you purred and you bit into your lower lip, your mouth watering. You didn't expect the speed at which Loki turned around and was back on the bed, his knees to either side of your torso, caging you between him and the mattress. He wrapped a hand around your throat, possessively but gently, and leaned over.

“You want to bite me. Is that so?” He growled darkly but softly and felt your pulse point beating faster under his digits. You didn't fear him, you felt safe with him and smirked tantalizingly.

“Yes, that's what I want to do, loverboy,” you cooed.

“Maybe next time, sweet thing. You have to be patient,” he murmured with a salacious grin.

“So will there be a next time?” You wanted to know. Loki let go of your throat, got off of the bed and headed for the bathroom again.

“If you let me… and you should stop smoking. It's not healthy,” he said as he left.

“I do what I want,” you stated cheekily.

“I know,” he replied tersely and vanished into the bathroom.

You smiled. To be with him felt so normal but it shouldn't feel like this because this was a professional relationship. You two had sex without feelings. But if this, what just happened was some kind of aftercare, you definitely liked it. He would never cuddle with you again after fucking each other but you appreciated this kind of teasing after having sex and you enjoyed every minute of it. You finished your cigarette, rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling, waiting for him to come back.

Your sassiness never failed to amaze him.He took a really quick shower because he wanted to return to you as soon as possible and he wanted to hold you in his arms again, feeling your skin on his. Was it even normal to feel like this with a paid escort? Probably not.

“Want me to hold you in my arms? Am I allowed to hold you?” He asked you when he returned from the bathroom, a black towel wrapped around his waist, his hair moist and extremely curly. He loosened the towel and tossed it away, sat down on the bed against the headboard and spread his legs invitingly. You smiled, nodded and crawled between his spread legs and sat in his lap between his breathtaking thighs, your back against his chest. You didn't expect this and it surprised you. He felt so warm, his arms wrapped around you like a soft blanket, his shoulder your pillow, his scent your drug. You felt comfortable and protected, maybe for the first time in your life.

“Do you feel good, sweet thing?” He wanted to know, lovingly cuddling you and pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“Yes, I'm feeling good. What about you? Are you okay? I thought I saw a shimmer of blue on your skin when you removed my blindfold,” and you took his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Which blue shimmer? You must have imagined it, Sugar. I'm good, there was nothing,” he lied but how should he explain to you that you haven't imagined it at all. How could he be so weak, he should control his emotions better.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure that everything is fine, Luke.”

"It is Sugar. Thank you for caring.” He found your concern about him and the attention you gave him adorable but he didn't deserve it, he didn't deserve you.

“Don't you want to open your hair bun? Isn't it uncomfortable to wear your hair like this all the time?” He asked concernedly.

“No, I'm used to it. It doesn't feel uncomfortable.” It was just half of the truth but the tight hair bun was a part of Sugar, a part of the masquerade and you'd never drop the mask you were wearing.

“Will you ever open your hair for me, sweets?”

“No, probably not,” and your fingers played with his. His fingers were so long and his hands so veiny, strong and beautiful and you loved it when his hands roamed up and down your body, cupping your breasts or when they held you in a protective embrace.

“Believe me, I don't look that beautiful with open hair or casual clothing. You wouldn't even look at me if you'd see me in casual clothes and my hair undone.”

“How do you know, Sugar?”

“Hmmm… all men want the pretty, sweet girl by their side, flawless, with perfect makeup, perfectly styled in bodycon dresses and matching lingerie and high heels, wanton all the time, willing to fulfill daddy's every sexual wish, sucking his dick and spreading their legs for him to get fucked like a whore. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. If you would see me in private, undone, with tousled and greasy hair, wearing an old comfy t-shirt, my tits hanging loose underneath it and my ass engulfed in an old linen panty, you'd never touch me again. 'Cause that's what I wear in private. Disillusioning, right?” You sounded so sad and it made him feel sad, too.

“Not a bit. To begin with, your beautiful boobs are not hanging, they're wonderful and just perfect. I don't care about perfect makeup or a perfect style combined with devouring lingerie. It's not that I don't like it, I do actually like it but I love the idea of you being comfortable at home more. You would still be the most beautiful woman I've ever met. And if you were mine, I'd prefer to see you wearing one of my t-shirts and the most comfy linen underwear you can find in your closet. Because I want you to feel comfortable around me and also… it would be more comfortable when I'm cuddling you. And honestly, I really wonder about what kind of men you met. They were never worthy of you, you deserve better,” and he hugged you a bit tighter.

Your eyes were suddenly filled with tears. How could he say something so utterly nice? His words felt like a soft blanket he just had wrapped around you.

“Unfortunately, I'm not yours,” you murmured.

“Yeah, unfortunately not, and I'm not worthy of you either,” he replied sadly.

All of a sudden you left the bed and walked over to the kitchen. You two shouldn't have such a conversation. Professional distance should be your goal and not you talking about emotional things with him. So you fled from his much too comfortable embrace.

“Can I have some champagne from your fridge?” you asked while walking away, Loki still surprised by your sudden action.

“Yes, of course. Take what you want, and make yourself at home. He answered genuinely but perplexed, raising his eyebrows.

Loki was still sitting against the headboard of his bed when you came back from the fridge, and you were close enough to him so he could smell your natural scent, mixed with the aroma of sparkling champagne you just drank. His gaze wandered over your naked form. You were almost bare for him, the skimpy black lace of your thong barely hiding your intimate parts.

“Please don't stare at me like this,” you told him softly.

“When was the last time someone looked at you like I'm doing right now?”

“I don't remember…,” your voice was merely a whisper and you were fidgeting with your fingers.

“How long has it been, sweets?” His voice was deep and warm.

“Years…perhaps…”

“But you had sexual intercourse, intimate touches, didn't you?” You nodded hesitantly.

“But no one…stared at me like you do. Not that intense, never that long,” and you crossed your arms in front of your naked breasts to hide yourself from Loki's piercing blue eyes and his intensive but loving stare. You felt so fragile and vulnerable.

Loki sensed you were clearly unused to someone staring at you for longer than a minute. He got off the bed, strutting over to you and stood close to you.

“Drop your arms for me, Sugar. I want to see you. Please let me look at you,” he asked you calmly.

Instead of dropping your arms, you tightened them over your chest. Loki made a step toward you and let his fingers gently run from your shoulders down to your elbows.

“There's no need to hide from me, sweet thing, I adore every inch of you,” and he tenderly grabbed your forearms to make you relax for him and to show him your beautiful body again completely.

“You're safe with me. Always. You're so beautiful and I need to see you, sweets.”

His eyes were fixed to yours and when he saw the upcoming tears in your eyes his heart clenched painfully. Who, by the nine realms, had hurt you so much and why? Who was that prick who took that confidence away from you and how?

“No man ever wanted to see me, I mean, truly see me,” you sobbed quietly.

“I can't believe that, Sugar. You deserve to be seen and admired wholeheartedly. You should be treated like a queen.”

He wanted you to feel comfortable, to feel free and valued. He wanted you to let go and enjoy all the feelings he wanted to give to you. He cupped your breast softly and grazed his thumb over your nipple. It hardened instantly and so did his cock.

“No one ever did, I'm not lying,” you sobbed.

“Sugar…,” and Loki pulled you carefully flush against his chest. You buried your head into the crook of his neck and snaked your arms around his torso. So close to him, feeling his body and his warmth, inhaling his beguiling scent, fresh and manly, you couldn't hold it back any longer. You were desperately crying and sobbing and you clung to him as if you were afraid you would drown in your tears if you couldn't hold onto him.

Loki's heart pondered achingly against his chest. He felt your pain clearly. He wasn't good at comforting others but he pulled you closer and held you tightly. He didn't want to shush you so he just held you, one hand between your shoulder blades and his other hand on your lower back, his fingertips slightly crawling over your soft skin. He felt the goosebumps on your skin and your body wasn't only shaking from crying. He reached behind him and with a bit of magic you didn't recognise, he held one of the thin bedsheets in his hand and wrapped it around your trembling naked body. He tugged the loose end into the hem under your arm for a secure fit and hugged you tightly, pressing you against his chest again.

“Let it out, Sugar, let it all out. I'm here, I have you.” He wanted to be there for you now. And he did it gladly for you. He would do anything for you.

After some more minutes, your crying and sobbing became less until you finally stopped crying and loosened your grip on him. You wiped your tears away and leaned your head a bit backwards to look at him. With his thumb, he wiped away another tear and his finger traced over your cheekbone.

“Do you feel better, sweet thing?” And he leaned his forehead against yours, his breath lightly fanning over your face.

“Ye…yes,” you hiccuped, your nose nudging against his, your lips almost brushing his.

Loki was tempted to kiss you, just amicably perhaps but it wouldn't be the right moment. And maybe there would never be a right moment for it.

“Ple…please don't ki…kiss me,” you hiccuped while his tender hands cupped your cheek.

“Don't worry. I know I'm not allowed to do that…,” Loki responded and before you two could get any closer to breaking the rules you fled from his embrace again into the bathroom.

“Ex…excuse me…fo…for a moment…,” and you vanished and closed the door.

You opened the faucet of the sink and washed your face with ice-cold water to get your composure back and act professionally again. You couldn't behave like this. Were you outta your mind? Crying like a baby in a client's arms?

“I know it's close to midnight but we still have some time. Do you want to fuck me one more time as compensation for my unprofessional behaviour? It would be just a quicky but…,” you offered him when you returned to the bedroom. For a promise of a quicky, some men were ready to fuck and cum within a minute.

“You want to make amends? For what? No, Sugar and it definitely wouldn't feel right to fuck you now.” Loki was taken aback by your offer.

“Oohhh…but you paid for the night with me until midnight and also for a carefree evening so…but okay…you'll get your money back then, of course. This date can't have been to your satisfaction. You don't have to pay for unprofessionalism.”

“No, I don't want it back. Why should I? Because you cried? You've been wonderful tonight, this evening has been wonderful and I enjoyed every minute. Also, you need the money for whatever reason so please keep it. You haven't been unprofessional at all!” He stated. He didn't get why you were thinking you had been a disappointment tonight.

“No, no I cannot keep…,” you tried to convince him before he interrupted you.

“You can, Sugar. I know you need it, otherwise, you wouldn't do this job. I won't tell your agency about what happened. You have my word.”

Your eyes teared up again. Why couldn't you control your emotions better? You felt bad. You couldn't take his money without giving him what he had paid for. And on the other hand, you appreciated his decency and understanding of this special situation after your emotional outburst and the emotional outburst itself. You should get back to more professionalism. It was the second time you had become weak. You turned around because you didn't want him to see that you started crying again and you headed for the kitchen and poured some water into a glass. Your throat was dry and you swallowed thickly.

“I'm so sorry for my unprofessional behaviour. I shouldn't have… to cry in a client's arms is more than unprofessional,” you stated strongly.

Loki had followed you into the kitchen, hugged you from behind, pulled you carefully into his arms and engulfed you completely.

“You're adorable being unprofessional,” he cooed softly to your ear.

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. You were clinging desperately to him cheek to cheek.

“Then I'll do the most unprofessional thing now,” you murmured, cupping his cheeks and looking at him, tilting your head and latching your lips onto his.

He reciprocated your kiss immediately and you parted your lips so he could slide his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced with each other, exploring each other's mouth with wet, messy and longing kisses. While you were making out, your arms around his neck again, your fingers caressing his nape and tugging his soft curls, his hands roaming tenderly over your back, you both forgot the world around you. You were right, he tasted so good and his lips were so warm and soft. His passionate kisses sent shivers down your spine. His scent and how he tasted were a deadly sexy combination. He tasted familiar somehow but you were so lost in his kisses and touches that you couldn't define what he tasted like.

Loki felt like he was in Valhalla. To sleep with you was one thing but to kiss you was so intimate and satisfying in a different way. Your soft lips, your sweet taste, all of this, and how it felt to kiss you and to hold you in his arms triggered a feeling inside of him he didn't know he was still able to feel. He wanted you. Not the escort, who was now ‘dressed’ in his sheet that was still wrapped around you and that skimpy black lace thong underneath. He wanted the woman you were. You looked so sweet and vulnerable. And yes, in a t-shirt and jeans, you would still turn him on. He genuinely wanted the woman he was holding in his arms. He wanted to protect you, love you, and stay with you. You didn't know it yet but you were his now. He didn't want you to be an escort anymore. He would find out why you had to do this job and he would free you from it. Nobody else would be close to you like this again. Nobody else would kiss, touch, or sleep with you except him.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you broke the kiss.

“Why are you crying, Sugar?” He murmured against your lips.

“It's nothing, Luke. I'm just a bit overwhelmed.”

“So am I. But you've no idea how much I enjoyed it and how much I wished for a kiss from you,” and he smiled lovingly at you.

“I hope this wonderful kiss doesn't change anything between us. I still would love to meet you and be together with you.” He didn't dare ask if you two could be exclusive because for him it would be equivalent to you quitting your job as an escort lady. He would never share you with another man. But would you quit the job for him?

This kiss changed everything. Feelings were involved now and how could you escort him to events or parties and sleep with him and he continues paying for it? This wouldn't work. But he also wouldn't date the real you. He would never date a woman who dates other men professionally. Also, you couldn't quit this job that easily and you were sure he would never like the real you with all the flaws and secrets. It was far away from your fake personality. There wasn't a way out anymore. You were stuck in a dead end.

“I should get dressed. I have to go soon.” You tried to escape from this emotional situation again.

“Stay!”

“What?” did you hear him right?

“Stay, I don't want to be alone tonight. I don't want to let you go.”

“I'm not bookable for the whole night. You know that.”

“What is your price? Tell me how much you want for the whole night. I pay every price you want but please don't go. Please don't leave me alone.”

You were considering his offer. You could demand a big sum of money, maybe the whole sum you needed. You could solve your problem tonight with one blow. But no, you couldn't do that and you wouldn't. Nonetheless, you loved the idea of staying with him until sunrise.

“The price per hour stays the same, Luke, there's no special price list. But I want to get Walker properly paid. He has a night shift now because of me…”

“I'll take care of it, Sugar. Thank you for staying with me, it means a lot to me,” and he kissed you tenderly. You wished he would never stop kissing you like this.

You had a little midnight snack before you went to bed again. Loki was spooning you and holding you incredibly close to him as if he were afraid to lose you. He nuzzled his nose into your neck, peppering featherlight kisses to your throat and your shoulders, softly suckling your warm silken flesh. He'd love to mark you as his but without your permission, he would never dare suck on your flesh like that. The physical proximity and feeling your soft skin against his, your pretty ass pressing firmly against his cock has made him harden again and before he could ask you, you already whispered the answer.

“You can have me, Luke, I'm yours,” you whispered. “Don't forget the blindfold.”

“Just close your eyes and enjoy sweets,” he murmured and with a further tender kiss to your nape, he entered your wet cunt, pumping deeply and slowly in and out of you. His hand wandered over your side to your stomach, further down between your legs until his fingers found your clit and circled gently around your swollen bud. Your silent moans and whimpers filled him with warmth and delight. Did he ever like slow sex that much? He kept fucking you at this slow pace, circling your clit just a bit faster than before. Your breathing became heavier, his thrusts sloppier and he felt you throbbing and tightening around his length. He wished he could stay with you like this, deeply buried inside of you and holding you tight. With his next slow, deep strokes you came, sweetly and almost silently, and feeling you like this, so calm and savouring the feeling of your orgasm, pushed him over the edge as well and he spilt into you with low moans and sighs escaping his throat.

Loki stayed buried inside of you, slowly getting soft again and still holding you in his arms. Your hand rested the whole time on his forearm and to feel his veins and muscles flex under your fingertips when he worked your clit was amazing. But there was something else that made you feel valued. He was not only physically extremely close, his whole attention and affection were close to you too. It has reached your heart. He finally captured your heart. And this was never supposed to happen. He bottomed out of you, headed for the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth to clean you gently and when he had finished, he pulled you back into his arms and gave you a devouring, passionate kiss which you tenderly reciprocated.

“Good night, sweet thing and thank you for this wonderful night.” Did your kisses mean that you'd fallen in love with him? For now, he didn't want to know the answer. You were here, you had captured his heart with your loving kisses, he was yours now and that was the only thing that counted.

“Good night, Luke. Thank you too,” and you snuggled up to him again. You've made a big mistake. You kissed him, and you only ever kissed a man when you truly liked them and had a genuine interest in them. Did it mean you were finally falling for him? This shouldn't have happened. This should never have happened.

You both fell asleep in each other's arms and with the first rays of daylight, you woke up. You needed to leave. Quickly, before this whole thing with Luke would take a course you both didn't want. You couldn't expect him to become an important part of your fucked up life. You couldn't expect him to love you. You tried to escape from his embrace, but in his sleep, he unconsciously pulled you back into his arms. Why? Why was he doing this? This wonderful man was just too adorable. You were close to crying again but finally you freed yourself from his grip without waking him up.

He was such a beautiful and peaceful sight when he was sleeping. You didn't want to leave without a word but you also weren't able to talk to him. It would hurt too much, both of you. You decided to write a letter and left it on the countertop in the kitchen, placing your tea mug from last night on it. When you quietly closed the entrance door of his penthouse behind you, your heart clenched painfully and shattered into a million pieces. You would never see him again.

Loki woke up, finding the place in his bed where you had been lying cold and empty. He got off the bed, put on his black dressing gown and looked for you but he couldn't find you anywhere in his home. Neither your travel bag was there nor the box with the lingerie set he gave you. You were gone. Without a word, without a goodbye.

Did he do something wrong? Has he been too demanding, too possessive? Had he been molesting at some point? Was it his fault? Or did he show his affection too soon? It was always the same. Whenever he showed his feelings he had for a woman and made himself vulnerable, they left him, ran away without a word and never came back. He headed for the kitchen to drink a strong coffee when he found a folded piece of paper under the tea mug you had used yesterday, the rim decorated with small faint traces of your dark red lipstick. He unfolded it and began to read your handwritten words.

My beloved Luke,

I'm sorry that I left you without a word, but I had to. Last night was the most wonderful night I've had for a very very long time and I'm genuinely grateful for it.

To sleep on your shoulder and in your arms, was so satisfying. Your embrace gave me a feeling of being protected. Your bed was the safest place I've ever slept at and your loving, passionate kisses will linger on my lips and my skin forever. But I have to go and it breaks my heart. We became too close to each other and I won't be able to see you just as my client anymore. I broke too many of my rules and my feelings for you got too strong. I can neither love you nor can I be your escort anymore. It just became impossible. I hope one day you'll understand. Anyway, I don't deserve your love and care but thank you for giving it to me nonetheless.

I don't want to leave you without letting you know about something. The reason why I need that much amount of money is a simple one but I cannot talk about it, to no one. I could've demanded an absolutely exaggerated sum from you for the whole night with me and my biggest problem would've been solved. But I couldn't. I want to earn my money in an honest way like I've always been doing in my life and I didn't want you to pay for a mistake I made a while ago. That wouldn't be fair. One day you will have forgotten me, and that's okay because you deserve a loving and decent woman by your side and I'm anything but decent. In the end, I'm just a whore but I was only ever your whore, Luke and I hope you believe me.

I didn't know how to tell you and to be honest, I didn't want to tell you at all but after everything that happened between us you deserve to know about it. Someone is blackmailing me and maybe I have to leave this country. I don't want you to be involved in this so please, do not search for me. I have to handle this alone.

I will never forget you, Luke Larsson. Thank you for everything, you wonderful, generous, beautiful, lovable man. Please forgive me.

In love,

Sugar

Loki gasped for air, his eyes wide open and filled with tears. He felt like he couldn't breathe. His heart raced achingly in his chest and he got hurriedly dressed. Who did this to you? Who was blackmailing you? Why and with what? What bad thing could you have done that someone put you under such pressure? He had to talk to Rhea immediately. He needed a new appointment with you, as soon as possible, today, no matter what. He would talk to Rhea personally and he wouldn't accept to be put on hold. He urgently had to talk to you. You would need help. Help you didn't dare ask him for but he wouldn't let you down. Not now, not ever. He would never let the woman down who became a part of his life. The woman who kissed him so passionately last night, the woman who became more precious to him with every date, the woman he fell in love with.

He would find you and he would help you even if that meant he would have to burn down the world for it.

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faesimps · 1 year ago

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@mcufan72 👀 looking at you specifically

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faesimps · 1 year ago

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Gab is the only one with some common sense around here, she's so right. It's painfully obvious they're obsessed with each other girl just put on those rose colored glasses and go for it! Who needs a job or walker protecting you when "luke" could be everything you've ever wanted and needed compressed into one perfect being.

I absolutely love how straightforward, persistent, and energetic gab is. She just wants what's best for our girly and she's not afraid to let herself be heard she's amazing.

You were right this was hot, and the AUDACITY to end the chapter there, girl, imma need the other 6k words. I'm begging you. You're feeding us so well, I'm living for this story

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU) / 18+

Chapter 7

Chapter 6

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, dirty talk, soft!dom/sub vibes, morally grey stuff ...

Note: This chapter originally had ~12k words so I cut it after ~6k words. Next chapter will follow soon!

Back home, Loki considered taking a shower but he decided against it. He didn't want to wash your scent off of his body because if he could smell you on his skin it felt as if you would be here with him.

He undressed completely and climbed into his big bed, pulling the bed sheets up to his hips. He crossed his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling and reflected on every single moment of the evening, on every single moment with you. Why had he been so jealous when you danced with Matt? You weren't his property and free to do whatever you wanted to do. Paying for your services didn't mean owning you.

Nonetheless, you drove him crazy. Your sassiness, your scent, your perfect body in that damn green dress, your plump lips he wasn't allowed to kiss. What were you doing to him? How could you make him feel like this? Your touch, the way you look at him, the way you speak to him, that stupid stolen kiss. All of this has aroused a yearning in him that went deeper than physical. This night has confirmed it. Simple lust he could handle. He could extinguish it elsewhere, with any faceless, nameless woman who could serve to numb him from his loneliness and he wouldn't even have to pay for it.

You made him burn. Burn with lust and desire and something he didn't dare think about: love. To have all those feelings for you felt so forbidden and you were the forbidden fruit he shouldn't touch. And as if all of this weren't already confusing enough for him, you ran into his arms and hugged him tightly and told him that he may be the only one you would take to this stylish and luxurious but damn impersonal hotel suite.

You had been so passionate and devoted, you sucked him off as if he were the most delicious thing you had ever tasted. With all of your devotion, you let him play with you, and bring you to the full enjoyment of your sexual passion. And you felt so good, to be inside of you and feel you coming all over his cock, free and shameless, was one of the most wonderful feelings he had in a long time. But what he never expected was that he would enjoy it that much to hold you in his arms afterwards. He might have fallen asleep for just half an hour with you snuggled up to him but it has been the best nap he had had in a very long time. The feeling of your relaxed body in his arms, your warmth and cuddling with him, trusting him and showing him how things could be with you under different circumstances, made his heart swell. A heart he thought didn't exist anymore. How should he not fall for you? How should he not want to protect you and be there for you? He'd do anything for you, give everything to you…if you would ask him.

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What the hell were you thinking when you ran into his arms and almost told him that he's the only one you slept with? What about ‘professional distance’ and ‘staying a myth’? What about ‘never develop feelings for a client’? Why do there have to be feelings? They always make things complicated. You shouldn't overestimate cuddling with Luke. He was just being nice because you've been so tired and he didn't want to leave you alone. Even though he had paid for the night and those booked nights ended at midnight sharp and no earlier so it was his right to stay until then. The bad thing was it felt good, too good but you shouldn't forget that you were not a couple and that this man normally doesn't do aftercare and he doesn't have to. It would never happen again but you would never forget how good it felt.

Because of the fact that your date today got cancelled again - you didn't even wonder about it anymore- you met Gabby after visiting your mum. You met her at Central Park again, enjoying the warmth and the sunshine of this wonderful late afternoon.

“So the gala dinner was an absolute banger?” Gabby wanted to know, munching on a hotdog.

“Yes, it absolutely was. And my Mr Hotshot was fabulous. You should've seen his reaction when he saw me in that gorgeous gown,” you gushed.

“How long did it take him to strip you bare and fuck you? Or did he fuck you with that gown on? I hope you didn't fake your orgasm again!” and she took another bite of her hotdog, looking quizzically at you and waiting for you to answer.

“Gabby! Yeah, we drove to the hotel later… but I won't tell you what we did there and how, okay… and no, I didn't fake it!” you said vehemently. “And guess what, he gave me flowers. A wonderful bouquet of self-picked wildflowers.” Your gaze became dreamy while you were raving about Luke.

“He what??" She mumbled with her mouth full.

“Yeah, he gave me flowers and he picked them himself?”

“Girrlll this guy is so irreversibly in love with you…” Gabby purred.

“He's not! He's well-educated and knows how to behave. He's a man with manners. That's all,” you countered.

“Yeah, of course, and he doesn't have enough money to afford a bouquet of hundreds of roses to impress you so he picked some flowers for you,” and she rolled her eyes.

“Is that actually very exhausting?” She wondered.

“Huh?”

“Exhausting… living in such denial?”

“I'm not living in denial, Gab. He is not in love with me. I'm his escort and he just knows how to behave decently. A professional relationship, you remember?” You tried to convince her.

“Hmmhmm… yeah…sure. But… I hope you had the nastiest hard dickin’ ball slapping titties swinging sex with Mr. Hotshot.”

“Gabby… you're so… shameless!” You responded, outraged.

“Yes, dearest, I'm married and I know how things work! That's what girls like us need and deserve. And our men like that, so… be shameless, honey, and take what you want and what you crave for,” she encouraged you.

“Gab, he's my client, not my husband and… he can have me how he wants it, he pays for me and I don't have to ask for things I might like. It's all about him…” you explained.

“Sweetheart, stop annoying me with that ‘he's just my client ‘-shit… you look too well-fucked for that,” she stated knowingly.

“Gab!” This girl really could annoy you and see right through you at the same time. You didn't know whether you should hate her or love her for that. You decided on the latter.

“He definitely cares about your feelings and desires too so… spill the beans, honey, I need to know everything, and she shoved the last bite of her hotdog into her mouth.

“I won't tell you the details but he was wonderful and… tender. And he always smells so good, it drives me crazy. It's like a drug and I want more and more and more… I love it when a man smells good,” you continued raving about him.

“Yeah, absolutely. It's essential. What fragrance did the hot boy put on for you? Some ‘Bend me over’ or was it more of some ‘Down on your knees’?”

You just huffed and laughed but you didn't answer her question. You definitely won't tell her the sweet dirty details.

“You forgot the ‘Punish me’”, you added. You both laughed wholeheartedly, grateful for having the same kind of humour.

“I hope you moaned at least one of those things into his ear,” she laughingly added.

“No, I didn't. He doesn't do aftercare, you know, but in the end, I fell asleep in his arms and Walker woke us up by nearly cracking up the door because I wasn't back to the car right in time”, you continued and laughed.

“So… let's sum it up: Mr Hotshot gave you a gorgeous evening gown, brought you self-picked flowers, you slept with each other, which seemed to be satisfying for both of you, you fell asleep together… and you're still telling me you're not in love with each other?” Gabby asked unbelievingly.

“Yep, we don't love each other. We're escort and client, nothing else.”

“Let me rephrase that: he fucks you into the bliss, he doesn't do aftercare but he let you use him as a plushie and claim him as your pillow but he's not into you and you are not into him? He most definitely is into you, it's more than obvious and you should keep him because you have definitely a crush on him,” she noted.

“I don't have a crush on him, noo. Why should he love me? He doesn't know who I am, he doesn't know how I look in private, in casual clothes, without that intense makeup and dressed in fancy clothes and not to forget my whole bag of trouble. Why should he like that? He likes unproblematic Sugar, not me.”

“I'm pretty sure he'd like the real you if he knew the real you because you're a wonderful person, adorable and worthy of being loved, and he'd love you in any outfit… preferably without any outfit, I suppose,” and she winked at you.

“I think you both ignore the obvious signs and the obvious truth. You're both in denial. Have your cake and eat it, honey. Keep him and quit that damn escort job.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I cannot quit the job? I need that money.” the despair in your voice couldn't be overheard.

Gabby smiled lovingly at you, wishing she could help you somehow and get you out of that business.

“When life offers you an opportunity like this, sending you such a man who seems to like you that much and you feel the same way for him, you have to take it, dearie! Don't let him go!”

“I can't, Gab. Please try to understand me. I already feel really bad about letting him pay for me, for my services. But if it calms you down, I'll go on a hiatus next week. I'm going to have a date tomorrow if it does not get cancelled again, and I'm going to meet L … Mr Hotshot once again. Then I've to study and write my thesis. My exams will be soon,” you told her.

“What about making money while you're on hiatus?” she asked you concernedly.

“I won't have any income during that time. I won't have time to meet clients. Rhea already knows about it,” you explained.

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, that sucks but I have some saved money so I can make ends meet.”

You refused to think this through. To go on that inevitable hiatus would throw you back financially and you most likely had to consider sleeping with more clients than just Luke after returning to escort services. A horrible idea and it makes you feel nauseous.

“If you say so. I hope you can get back to your former job soon. It's not a healthy way to live the way you do right now. Mentally and physically. I'm concerned about you.”

You just nodded and took a deep breath. You knew Gabby was right. You quickly needed a solution.

“I barely dare to ask again but… can I please see the photo of Mr Hotshot? I'd love to know what the man looks like who makes you that… happy,” Gabby asked you cautiously.

“You know I don't reveal my clients…”

“Y/n… please, let me see him. I don't want to lose you again to someone who hurts you again like that bloody asshole. You deserve to be happy. You know I always said that damn jerk had evil eyes…please. You know I won't tell anyone,” she begged you.

“Yeah, I know." First, you hesitated but then you took your phone out of your purse and opened your photo gallery and showed her Luke's photo. This picture of him never failed to give you a pleasant feeling in your belly.

Gabby stared at it for several minutes, frowning but she said nothing. When she wanted to give it back to you, she accidentally swiped to the next photo and kept holding your phone.

“Wait… let me see this.”

“Is everything okay, Gab?”

She was frowning more than before when she saw Luke's photo and swiped through the other three photos of your clients.

“Hey, what are you doing? Give it back, please,” you asked her.

“Are these guys your dates?”

“Yes… why do you ask?” You wondered.

“I'm sure I've seen their faces somewhere, a long time ago… ten years or so…,” Gabby replied, still staring at the pics.

“You know them?” You wanted to know.

“No, I don't know them, not personally and I can't remember their names but… they seem familiar…who's this?” And she pointed to one of the pics.

“That's Mr. Rogers, Steve Rogers.”

“And who's this guy?"

“Mr. Lang, Scott Lang…” you were curious what the fuss was all about.

“Who is he?"

“Mr. Bruce Banner… I'm going to meet him tomorrow,” you told her.

“Have you ever heard of the Avengers?” Gabby said after frowning some more and processing your answers.

“No. Should I?” You asked, astonished.

“They saved New York more than ten years ago when the city got attacked by Aliens. You have never heard about that?” She wondered and looked quizzically at you.

“No, just briefly. I lived in my happy bubble in the UK at that time, I was in my early twenties and more interested in meeting my friends and partying with them.” You responded apologetically.

“Hm, okay, I understand. I lived near New York City when it happened so I saw them on the news and in the newspapers but I can never remember or recall names, I'm so bad at remembering names,” Gabby laughed.

She swiped to Luke's photo again, trying to remember his name but she couldn't figure it out.

“What's his name? His real name is obviously not ‘Mr Hotshot’ but he's definitely hot. He looks nice and his eyes are gorgeous,” and she grinned at you.

“So he has your blessing and he's allowed to meet and fuck me?” and you both chuckled in unison. “His name is Luke. Luke Larsson,” and the softness in your voice told her that you were definitely smitten with him.

“No, dear this is not his name, I'm pretty sure. I really don't remember his real name but it was definitely not ‘Luke Larsson’. Maybe you should try to find out who he is and what he has to do with the Avengers. Maybe he recommended you to them. I don't think it's a coincidence that they've booked you. But I always thought none of them were living here anymore. It was said they all left shortly after the failed invasion and saving the City. Does Rhea know about all this? I mean, didn't she tell you something?” Gabby questioned curiously.

“As far as I know she has been living here in New York for two years now and more than ten years ago she lived with her then-boyfriend for several years in the Australian outback… sex, drugs, rock’n roll, you know? I'm sure she doesn't know any details of that incident. Also…she's obliged to keep our clients' affairs secretive and it's not forbidden to use an alias. She never talks about the private things of us escort ladies or the clients. It's up to us and them what we want to tell each other. And our safety is always guaranteed, so…” You shrugged your shoulders and looked at her.

“Honestly, Gab, I don't care. Does it change anything when I know who they are and what they did or what they're doing now? The less I know about my client's private life the better. And if Luke or whatever his name is, recommended me to his friends, it just tells me that he was pleased with me. He maybe wants me to meet people he knows so that I can meet nice men and that's very kind of him. And it's nothing I should complain about.”

“Yeah…yeah maybe you're right,” and she passed your phone back to you.

“And I told you that I'm not interested in a relationship with him. Luke is nice and decent and he makes my job more bearable. That's all I need to know, Gab,” you explained to her calmly.

You changed the topic and after some more chit-chat and talking nonsense about this and that you said your goodbyes and you both went home.

Before you went to bed, you took Luke's scarf out of the drawer of your dresser and let your fingertips trail over the embroidered initials. So L L didn't seem to stand for ‘Luke Larsson’. Should you do some research? Did you want to do it? Did you want to find out who he really was? For now, you decided against it. You had your secrets too and so did he. You wouldn't like it either if he researched you and your life. He had the same right as you to be a person with a mystery.

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The week went by, appointments got canceled again but you still got paid for it and that was the only thing that mattered to you. Before you'd meet Luke again, you had had just one appointment with a certain Mr Banner. You escorted him to a scientific congress but he wasn't really interested in it and so he invited you to a nice little bistro to have some delicious food, some drinks and some interesting chats. He was extremely kind and accommodating. He also invited you to a delicious dessert… it seemed possible that a special someone had told him about your weakness for desserts and you grinned inwardly.

Loki let you make the decision where you wanted to go with him. In the end, you both decided to go to a nightclub other than Vivian's Velvet to avoid meeting one of your former clients. You both wanted to be undisturbed and not under observation by your colleagues or possibly former clients. You two sat at the bar, chatting and had the first drink of the evening. You couldn't take your eyes off him. He was such a feast for the eyes, tempting and beautiful to look at. A dark green shirt, the first two buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up, a tie very loosely tied like a scarf around his neck, tight black dress trousers and black Oxfords, his pretty face framed by his long obsidian, soft curls. You were so blessed that this stunning-looking man wanted to meet you again and again and his charming and loving manner enveloped you with maximum human warmth.

“I wanted to ask you something the last time we met but I totally forgot about it. Do you have my scarf? I lost it after our first night and I'm sure I forgot it in the hotel suite,” Loki asked during your conversation.

“No…no I don't have it,” you lied, “I'm so sorry that you lost it, it was a really pretty scarf. I loved the colours,” and you took a sip of your cocktail. You were a bad liar and you hoped he wouldn't recognise.

Loki knew that you lied. As an experienced liar himself he clearly sensed you were lying. But why? It was just a scarf. Why would you want to keep it?

“Yeah, okay. I just thought you could've found it before you left the suite that night…never mind…You owe me a dance, Sugar,” he changed the topic immediately.

“Oh yes, I'm sure no Mr Smith will take me away from you tonight,” you joked and smiled at him. Loki rolled his eyes, annoyingly grinning.

“Hey, Luke, what are you doing here?” Someone behind him asked and patted his shoulder. You both turned around and you nearly spilled your drink and dropped your cocktail glass while Loki stayed cool and collected. Your reaction didn't go unnoticed by him.

“Hey, Scott. What are you doing here?” Loki replied.

“Oh, I visited my daughter, had some drinks here and I'm on my way home now. How's it going, mate?”

“I'm fine, thanks. It's been a while since we met.” Loki swallowed thickly and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, absolutely. I'm not very often in NY, you know…Oh, hello beautiful lady, I'm Scott Lang, an old friend of Luke,” Scott said towards you, offering his hand for a handshake.

“Hey, I'm Candy, I'm a friend of Luke, too,” you replied, unsure what else to say. You could never predict how a former client would react when he met you in the wild. It is always complicated when you meet a former client and you're on a date with another man. It's always an awkward situation, especially for both men.

“Nice to meet you…ahm…yeah, I think I'm leaving now, I didn't mean to disturb you. Have a nice evening guys,” Scott said, waved at you and left.

You were glad that Scott didn't show that he already knew you and you appreciated his discretion. Most men feel embarrassed when they have to confirm that they have dates with escorts or call girls.

“I'm so sorry, Luke. That wasn't supposed to happen. I hope it's okay for you that your friend knows now that you hired an escort,” you questioned him, layers of guilty feelings in your voice.

“Everything is fine, Sugar. Let him know, I don't care. Has he been nice to you when he met you?”

“Yes, he was, we had a really funny evening and I laughed a lot.”

“Did you…,” he asked quietly.

“No, I didn't even kiss him when he asked for it.”

Loki stared deeply into your eyes. There was something undefined in his gaze. Should you ask him if he had something to do with the appointment you had with Scott? No, the less you knew the better.

“Why did you tell him your name is ‘Candy’? It's the second time you're doing that,” he asked curiously.

“He doesn't need to know how you call me… come, dance with me,” and you pulled him with you to the dance floor. You didn't want to talk about it further.

The tension between you two while dancing was palpable and you couldn't resist being permanently physical with each other. You danced your own version of dirty dancing, swaying your hips to the beat of the latest and hottest songs, never letting go of each other. He teased you by slowly rolling his hips against yours, touching your butt, and making you drench your panties further whenever he let his fingers trail over your flanks or thighs. You provoked with disreputable movements with your hips and you couldn't resist rubbing your butt all over his cock, making him harden. You pressed your back against his chest, one arm reaching behind you, curling your fingers around his nape, and he snaked an arm around your waist to make sure you were staying close to him. A courtship dance, a danced request for having sex or maybe a danced version of a slowly developing love.

Sweaty and thirsty, you two left the dance floor after dancing three songs long, heading for the bar and ordering drinks, whisky for him and something sweet and fruity for you. He pulled you closer to him, he had a massive tent in his trousers and he forced his muscular thigh between your legs. Not only to hide his engorged cock but also to make you rub yourself over his thigh. You knew how to turn him on and he knew he had the same effect on you. He held you firmly, his arm wrapped around your waist, his hand on your ass cheek. It made you throbbing with anticipation for the things to come and you felt so good and naughty. Why did you always feel so good and self-confident around him?

“Can you feel it? It's all your doing, sweet thing,” he murmured, pressing his hard-on to your groin.

“It's my job, sweet boy,” you said lasciviously, your hand leisurely placed on his shoulder.

Could he please stop calling you ‘sweet thing’? It did things to you, you didn't want. No, you wanted it and that was your problem. This guy was trouble from the very first time you met him.

You leaned forward to grab your cocktail from the bar's countertop, your dress giving him a view of a bosom so beautiful it seemed enchanting. Your black mini dress with the flared, slightly swirling skirt, the amazing neckline, long, tight-fitting lace sleeves, a zipper on the front and a fabric belt emphasizing your wonderful waist, was a temptation in itself. Not to talk about the high-heeled, knee-high leather boots. Your whole outfit not only screamed ‘partyyy’, it also screamed ‘sin’.

He wanted nothing more than to touch every inch of you, drowning in your warm embrace. Should he ask you for another night? A further night of debauched passion and pleasure? He also wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, talking to you, and enjoying your pleasant company. You always make him feel comfortable and less alone, with or without sex. But he refused to show you how much he liked you. He didn't want you to see his vulnerability when it came to feelings, no matter what kind of feelings it was. But he couldn't resist your incredible charm and beauty. He feared he was slowly developing an obsession with you.

“I want to bed you again, Sugar. But not in that damn hotel. Would you come with me to my apartment? Do you trust me enough to do that?” And he traced a finger over your shoulder to your cleavage.

His request took you off guard. The expression on your face was a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

“Are you sure you want to take me home with you?”

“Yes, Sugar, I am sure,” He said, staring lovingly into your eyes. “Walker can drive us and wait for you. You'd be safe and protected by him and he can rescue you when I'm going to fuck you to heaven until you scream my name,” he offered with a mischievous smile on his lips.

“I don't want to be rescued,” you laughed lightly and hugged him, still feeling his hard-on pressed against your hip.

“I hope you fuck me to heaven… and yes, I'd love to go with you,” you answered his unexpected request.

You sent a message to Rhea and Walker so they could make sure you got your travel bag with your personal things. When you and Loki had enough of clubbing and loud music, you left the nightclub and asked Walker to drive you to Loki's penthouse in New Jersey. After you both had taken your seats in the limousine’s backseat, Walker looked at you through the rear-view mirror.

“Is everything alright, Miss Black?” He asked you politely, giving you a concerned gaze. It was always a risk to drive an escort to a client's private place.

“Yes, Walker, everything is fine,” and you gave him a reassuring gaze and nodded in agreement to show him you did it voluntarily and consensually. Walker nodded back and started a staring contest with Loki. If looks could kill… it wasn't sure who would win this battle. Both men were definitely eager to protect you, each one in his own way.

“I want you all for myself,” Loki whispered into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe down to your throat. It made you shiver.

“Walker, could you please put up the partition, please? We need some privacy,” and Walker did what you asked him for.

“Get your panties off. Now!” Loki growled, groping you as soon as you were separated visually and acoustically from Walker by the partition. He waited the whole evening to finally get you out of your undies.

You obeyed and gave him your lace thong. He took a sniff, humming with desire when he smelled your heavenly scent and stuffed your panty into his pocket.

“Spread your legs for me, Sugar,” and he pulled the zipper down to free your breasts. Your nipples hardened almost instantly when you felt the cool air on your heated skin.

“What are you up to?” you questioned.

“Punishing you!” he murmured darkly.

“Why? I did nothing…” and your arousal grew when his fingers explored your exposed breasts.

“Shhhhshh…don't argue with me, sweet thing. You know exactly what you did.” Of course, you did and you willingly spread your legs for him.

“Wider, sweet thing. Be my good girl and take what I'm going to give to you.”

He licked and sucked gently at your throat, avoiding leaving marks, down to your collarbones and your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth and letting his tongue circle it. You leaned your head against the backrest of the backseat to give him further access to your neck. Loki rubbed his fingers gently through your wet folds and circled with his finger nimbly and skillfully around your clit. You moaned blissfully and lasciviously.

“You like it, don't you? You're so wet and just for me,” he murmured against your throat and his cock twitched impatiently against the zipper of his now too-tight trousers.

You couldn't suppress a whimper and you whimpered even more when he slid his middle finger into your clenching cunt, adding a second finger, curling them up and teasing your sensitive spot. He moved his fingers quickly in and out of you and his thumb tenderly torturing your throbbing clit. His mouth never left your throat and you moaned shamelessly, needy to cum. Your fingers found one of your nipples and you pinched it and rolled it between your fingers, adding to the sensation.

Loki gasped, massively turned on by you and how you responded to his sweet torture and how you were pleasuring yourself as well.

“Did you really think you could rub your sweet ass over my cock, making me hard as a rock without consequences? You did it on purpose, hmm? You little minx,” he murmured against the heated skin of your throat before he started licking and kissing the soft flesh again. His actions were gentle but merciless, he gave you barely a chance to answer and your breathing became heavier with every stroke of his fingers.

“I'll make you cum and don't you dare fake it, my sweet thing,” and he kept on finger-fucking you.

“I won't, …I promise,” you moaned, his sweet torture making your head spin.

The way he manhandled you and touched you was so good that there was no need to fake anything. You extremely liked what he did with you and you were more than willing to succumb to him.

“Cum for me, look at me and cum all over my hand, he ordered, his dark voice soft like velvet.

“I want to watch you falling apart for me!”

You obeyed and his lustful gaze at you pushed you right over the edge. You closed your eyes and covered your mouth with one hand to muffle your scream when you came, your back arching, your legs shaking and your toes curling. Loki couldn't stop staring at you, his mouth open, taking in the view of this gorgeous woman in his arms, falling shamelessly apart. With some more slow strokes of his fingers, he let you ride out your climax until you fell limp in his arms and rested your head against his chest, nuzzling your nose into his chest hair.

“You're mean,” you moaned and gasped for air, licking your lips.

“Am I? You seemed to enjoy it,” he chuckled. He rubbed the fingers which were covered in your juices over your lips and forced them gently into your mouth to give you a little taste of yourself before he finally licked his fingers clean. He did it extensively because he didn't want to waste any droplets of your juices.

“You taste delicious, sweet thing.” He was so naughty and looked so hot, you hoped for more later this evening. He was still rock-hard and his trousers got tighter with every minute he held you in his arms and smelled your arousal. You always drove him wild.

“Can I have my panties back, please?”

“No, I'll keep it. It's just fair, isn't it?” and he grinned at you.

“What are you implying?”

“You have my scarf, I have your lace.” his signature smirk curved his lips.

“I don't have your…,” you tried to defend yourself.

“My sweet thing tells me sweet little lies… but I'm fine with that, Sugar. Don't feel bad about it,” and he pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone before he pulled your zipper up again.

“Want me to return the favour? You must be aching for relief?” you asked him softly and sat up again, caressing his thigh.

“No, sweet thing. I can wait. This was just about you. Just enjoy the bliss I just gave you, sweets,” he murmured and cupped your cheek gently, still holding you tight and looking deep into your eyes.

“Thank you Luke,” you said quietly.

“No need to thank me, sweets. I love to spoil you, you gorgeous woman,” he said lovingly.

He should stop doing this, otherwise you'll never manage to get back to the professional distance.

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faesimps · 1 year ago

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GIRL you CANNOT keep doing this I am running out of cigarettes

Please don't catch feelings for me after all that?? I beg thine finest pardon? It's too late for that

The tension is bigger than a kdrama right now

I know it was a long chapter but I breezed right through, it read really nicely. Never dragging on.

You're feeding us well queen

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader/ 18+

Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, sex, oral sex, angst, alcohol, soft!dom/sub vibes, jealousy, dirty talking. It's a very long chapter (~9.5k words) so please be prepared! Some of you asked for it and I delivered.

Note: the dancing scene came to my mind when I walked through Soho/London a few weeks ago. It's also inspired by the dancing scene from the movie "Last Night in Soho" and you can find it on YouTube, and this is the song Anya Taylor-Joy and Matt Smith dance to... just to get a bit of the vibe ...and I couldn't resist to let MS make an appearance

I couldn't resist, my lovely @lokisprettygirl You already know that. Thanks for your help and for answering my special question and I sincerely hope I got it right...

This special part of the chapter is for you, my dearest (you'll know it when you read it)❤️🩷💚🤍

Loki couldn't remember the last time he felt that nervous and excited before an event. It must have been on Asgard when he was a young innocent prince, attending for the first time to a ball at the Asgardian Court, expected to dance with a princess for the very first time. He was delighted when Rhea sent him your confirmation for tonight's gala dinner and he looked forward to seeing you again. It wasn't even a real date, officially he booked you as his companion or as you were calling it, his arm candy. Nonetheless, he was grateful that you still wanted to spend time with him.

Dressed in black briefs after a relaxing bath which he took after returning from a run in Morris Canal Park, he stood in his closet and began to dress himself for the evening. For the gala dinner, he chose a black three-piece suit, perfectly tailored, excellently wrapping and emphasizing his muscular body. He combined it with a tight-fitting black shirt, and a dark-green tie which perfectly matched with the dark-green details of the waistcoat and the dark-green evening gown he gave to you, and finished his look with black leather shoes. He wished you would wear the dress tonight. He'd feel honoured. He had a further, little surprise for you. It was nothing special but he hoped you'd like it.

Nervous, nauseous, and excited. Three words to describe your condition. With trembling hands, you did your makeup and put on the dress. Why were you always so nervous when you had a date with Luke? You already slept with him so there was no need anymore to be nervous. You pulled your hair into a sleek tight bun like you always did, the knot high on your head this time. You'd prefer to wear your trainers but of course, you chose the elegant golden high heel sandals you had bought for events like these. They were just a further pair of beautiful little beasts but they perfectly rounded up the elegant design of the gown. You finished your look with the dark red lipstick and there she was: Sugar, ready to meet Luke. You grabbed your golden box clutch, studded with shimmering rhinestones, from the dresser and left your apartment, leaving all your problems behind. You wanted to enjoy this evening to the fullest. You deserved it, didn't you?

When you arrived at the event location, Luke was already waiting for you. Because of the evening darkness and the tinted car windows, you couldn't see what he was wearing but you were sure he would be the most handsome man tonight. He was always eye candy but for tonight he was your eye candy. Luke opened the door for you and offered you his hand helping you to get out of the limousine. You smiled brightly at him, happy to see him again. How could he look better every time you met him? He looked dashing in his tailored suit. Did his tie have the exact same colour as your evening gown? You found his attention to detail remarkable and adorable. What a man. What a wonderful, attentive man. Why wasn't he already taken? There must be a woman who would appreciate and want to be with a man like him.

Loki helped you to get out of the limousine and the first thing he saw were your beautiful legs and the elegant golden high heel sandals with the delicate straps on your feet. When you had left the car completely he smiled lovingly at you. You were wearing it, the evening gown he had chosen for you and you had no idea how happy you were making him. The evening gown hugged every curve of yours perfectly and the strong updo allowed an excellent view of your smooth neck and nearly bare back. You were so damn beautiful, and for tonight you were his and nobody would take you away from him.

“Good evening, Sugar. You look stunning in that dress. Absolutely gorgeous,” he gushed, one hand still hidden behind his back.

“And you look very dapper in your black suit. You're such a handsome man, Luke. And I like your tie, it looks gorgeous. I'm so happy to see you,” you complimented him.

“I hope I didn't overstep a boundary by sending you the evening gown. I just thought you might like it. Thank you for wearing it tonight. I feel extremely honoured,” and a hint of shyness appeared on his face.

“You didn't overstep, Luke. The dress is fantastic and I love it. It's perfect. You have an excellent taste for fashion. I don't deserve such a generous gift and I appreciate it. And also thanks for your lovely letter and I can assure you, I'm not mad at you. How could I, you don't owe me any excuse,” you explained to him sincerely.

His answer was a thankful smile and then he gave you what he had hidden behind his back. A little bouquet of multi-coloured wildflowers, tied together with a small green ribbon.

“Oh my god, Luke! Thank you! Thank you so much…how beautiful,” and your eyes teared up. You've gotten a lot of bouquets from some of your clients but none of them compared to this one. You never got a bouquet as pretty as this. You were sure he had poured his heart into it.

“Did you pick the flowers yourself?”, and you caressed the flowers.

“I did. I collected them in Morris Canal Park. I hope you like them,” he told you and you recognised a bit of shyness in his gaze.

“No man had ever done this for me. Thank you, Luke,” you whispered and pressed the flowers gently to your cleavage. You wanted to hug him but you didn't dare do it.

“It's nothing special but I…”

“Don't underestimate the beauty of self-picked flowers…and they are special. They're special to me because they're from you and I love them,” you interrupted him. You didn't want the flowers to wither and so you gave them to Walker who promised you to take care of them.

Loki felt like a little boy, trying to impress his first crush. He had never expected this cute reaction. He could've impressed you with a giant bouquet of roses but it seemed you appreciated the wildflowers more than any rose or lily he could've bought for you. You were amazing. How could you still be without a loving man by your side? You were so adorable… and naughty as well. A perfect combination.

“Shall we go in?” and as the gentleman he was, he offered you his arm.

“Yes, I'd love that!” and you two entered the location.

Loki introduced you to some of his business partners and finally, he wanted to introduce you to the host of the evening, Mr.Smith, who was still in a conversation. But he had already made eye contact with you. And then you understood what Rhea meant when she said, he's an attractive man. He wasn't a classic beautiful man but he definitely had an extremely charming aura. Almost as tall as Luke, he was lean but bulkier, had dark blonde hair and a sly smile which gave him something boyish and devious but in a very sympathetic way. His green deep-set eyes were sparkling with mischief and fun, and they had nearly the same stare as Luke's. The way he moved, spoke and behaved could captivate everyone under his spell. His elegant black tux and black bow tie perfectly rounded up his impressive appearance. You were sure a lot of women wouldn't say ‘no’ to him and your gaze wandered to an Indian beauty in an amazing black lehenga dress. This absolutely beautiful and elegant three-piece ensemble consisted of the actual lehenga, a long ankle-length and voluminous skirt, embellished with golden intricate embroidery, the choli, a well-fitted blouse top which emphasized her perfectly formed torso and the dupatta, a scarf which she had draped around her stunning outfit. Her waist-length and nearly black hair shimmered like black velvet and cascaded over her back, her big and sparkling dark-brown eyes were the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. She was such a stunning eye-catcher and you didn't miss how Mr Smith looked at her from time to time. You knew that kind of gaze very well, not just from your clients and every time their gazes met, they both quickly looked away. It was kind of adorable. One might think he was totally smitten by the Indian beauty and nobody could blame him for this, she was one of the most beautiful women at tonight's gala.

“I don't like the way he looks at you,” Loki growled quietly.

“Do I hear some jealousy in your voice, Mr.Larsson?” you teased him. You didn't want to annoy him, you just wanted to see his reaction. You didn't want him to fall in love with you, he paid for your company but nonetheless you wanted him to desire you. You knew that was weird but tonight you were just his, and he was just yours, right?

“What? No, of course not! You're my escort, not my wife,” he frowned, pressing his lips firmly together, his jaw clenching.

“No, I'm not your wife. A pity, actually,” you teased him further and he side-eyed you, the expression on his face unreadable.

At this moment Mr Smith ended his conversation and came over to you two.

“What a beautiful sight at my friend's side… good evening, Miss…?

“...Black, I'm Miss Black,” you greeted him and he took your hand in his and gave a brief kiss to your knuckles.

“You look gorgeous, Miss Black, a further sparkling diamond at my party,” his deep-settled eyes staring flirtatious into yours and a sexy smile curved one corner of his mouth. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter, who passed by with a tablet of filled champagne glasses, and gave it to you.

“Thank you for completing me, Mr Smith,” and you took the offered glass of champagne from his hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you,” you responded tantalizingly and held his gaze.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Black and I hope you enjoy the evening. Eat, drink, dance and have fun,” he encouraged you and he turned towards Loki. Mr.Smith was such a player, a sexy lad, you've already sensed that.

“Luke, my old friend, what a pleasure to have you here. I hope you enjoy the evening,” and he shook Loki's hand and placed his other hand amicably on Loki's shoulder.

“Matt, it is a pleasure to meet you, as always and thank you for the invitation," he answered, slightly annoyed and both appraisingly staring into each other's eyes. After a short conversation, Mr.Smith left to order a drink for himself at the bar.

You sensed the tension in Luke's shoulders and you suppressed a grin. He was a bit possessive over you, wasn't he? Since you worked as an escort lady, you were used to a man’s behaviour like Mr.Smith’s. You did everything to get these reactions, through clothes, style, and attitude because every man you saw could become your client. But all of this was a costume, a mask. That wasn't you. Luke would never want you or even like the woman and her problems, who were hidden behind that mask. The woman behind all the makeup and the dark-red lipstick. The woman who called herself ‘Sugar’.

“He was just being polite, and there's nothing wrong about it. He's interested in someone else so, relax Luke, he really was just being nice,” and he side-eyed you again, with raised eyebrows.

He was just being nice? Interested in someone else? You were a head-turner, an eye-catcher tonight and he just saw this guy lustfully staring at you and the only thing he could think about was that no man should ever chase after a girl on a friend’s turf. He saw you taking a sip of champagne, turning your head and grinning at him.

Between the main courses and the serving of the desserts was a pause so that everyone could take a short walk, have some drinks at the bar or enter the dance floor. Shortly before Loki wanted to ask you to dance with him, Mr.Smith came back to you, a glass of bourbon in his hand. With the biggest mischievous smirk on his face, he addressed Loki with a question.

“Would you allow me to dance with your charming companion?”

“You don't have to ask me. You have to ask the lady,” he said to Matt, giving him a fake smile.

“I think I should allow our host of the evening to dance with me, shouldn't I, Luke?” and Mr.Smith took you by your hand.

You would never understand why you had fun annoying Luke and where your self-confidence came from. Why did you want to provoke a reaction from him? And what kind of reaction did you expect? You didn't understand yourself anymore. Did you expect him to fight for his right to dance with you because he paid you for your company? You knew that Mr Smith just wanted to provoke a reaction from that gorgeous-looking Indian lady his eyes had been glued to for over several hours now. He couldn't fool you.

“I'm on to you, Mr. Smith but…Let's play a little game," you said to him while he led you to the dance floor. “But don't you dare play with her, she likes you,” you warned him.

“What do you mean, Miss Black?” He tried to play ignorant.

“Mr.Smith, don't fool me. I just dance with you when you spend the rest of the evening with her and dance with her only,” you answered demandingly, smiling at him.

“Her? Who is ‘her’?”

“The beautiful lady in the black lehenga.”

“I don't dare ask her. I'm sure she doesn't find me pretty enough, not good enough for her.”

“Then you probably should stop eye-fucking each other all evening… it's pretty obvious that you like her… and she likes you,” and you sensed he felt caught.

“Likewise,” he mocked you, "Mr Larsson is eye-fucking you as well, so… you two are not any better than us. It's obvious how possessive he's over you,” and he crowned his statement with a smug smile.

“I see we're speaking the same language, Mr.Smith. Get your girl, she likes you more than you think and believe me, you are very attractive and charming,” you tried to convince him.

“Thank you for saying that, you're very kind...And you go and get your man before he combusts with jealousy… he's addicted to you. And by the way, call me Matt.”

Before you could answer anything the music started to play and Matt began to dance with you.

“You're not his girlfriend, are you?” And he twirled you around.

“What makes you think I'm not?” you asked when you faced him again.

“Don't get me wrong, you're beautiful and charming but he's more the type for fake dating, he never wants to be connected to someone or be close to someone, nonetheless…,” you danced several steps away from him and twirled back into his arm, “…he's undressing you with his eyes,” and he twirled you around again and when you danced face to face again, he held you by your midriff, swaying to the rhythm.

“Why does it bother you? You should mind your own business, Matt. And to be very clear, I'll never date you, it'll always be him and you better take care of the Indian beauty over there. You should really ask her to dance with you … I'm not the one that you want,” you said kindly.

“Yeah, you might be right. I think if Luke is addicted to your personality and not just your body, then he may be falling for you.”

“I think we shouldn't play cruel games with them. We both have what we want, both are furious with jealousy. We should redeem them from their suffering, shouldn't we?” you suggested.

“You're an amazing woman, Miss Black, no man can fool you, indeed.”

“Not in this case, I guess, and… you can call me Candy,” you responded and with that the song ended, your dance was over and you both left the dance floor, walking towards Loki who was waiting for you with an annoyed expression on his face.

That was it. That was the reason why he hated it that you worked as an escort. Other men touching you, lustfully looking at you, dancing with you the tantalizing way Matt just did… This guy was too close, his hand too low on your back, his gaze at you too intimate. Loki fumed with jealousy. All those men didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve you either but he must do something to get you out of the escort business and he better not run out of ideas.

“Thank you for this nice conversation and the dance, Matt,” you thanked him with a bright smile.

“The pleasure was all mine, Candy. Thank you very much for telling me about your opinion and enjoy the rest of the evening.” Loki looked unbelievingly back and forth between you two, frowning.

“Relax, mate, she talked about you only,” Matt said to Loki, patted his shoulder and walked over to the bar.

“Candy? What?” Loki was confused.

“It's my second name, don't think about it further…oh and you can relax, Matt is off the market, he's no competition for you. He never was,” you smiled defiantly at him, clearly feeling the tension in his body. When the next song started, you saw Matt entering the dance floor with the Indian lady. ‘What a beautiful couple,’ you thought and smiled.

You could be such a bratty girl. You did it on purpose, didn't you? You had forbidden him to fall in love with you but you didn't hesitate to tease him like this? Maybe he should give you a proper and all-devouring kiss, here and now so that you and everyone else know, you belong to him. No, no he should not do that. You didn't belong to him. You were your own person and you could do whatever you wanted to do. But he had enough. He grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled you with him into an undisturbed, dark corner and pressed you with his whole body against the wall, breathing heavily.

“What are you thinking you're doing here, hm? Teasing me like that, here in public? Want me to fuck against the wall? Now? Hard, quick, deep?”

“Maybe? You wanted to show me pleasure…”

“You're such a tease. You in that dress… have you any idea what you're doing to me?”

“You wanted me to wear it…”

“Oh yes, because I knew how amazingly sexy you would look in it. And I wanted you to be one of the most gorgeous-looking women tonight because you deserve it. And I'm proud to be the man by your side,” he growled softly.

“Why didn't you want to dance with me? You let him dance with me but don't demand your right to a dance from me? You pay for me and my services. Why don't you force me to do my job?” you asked him quietly, still caged between him and the wall.

“I don't chase, I attract and to make myself very clear, I won't force you to do anything!” His voice dropped to subzero temperatures, dryer than gin.

“And believe me, Sugar, the kind of dance I'm thinking of, is not meant for the dance floor. All you have to do is ask me.”

“You can ask me the same question, I'm your escort, you pay for me, you can possibly demand it from me,” you provoked him further, a tantalizing smile on your lips.

“I'd never do that. I'd never force you. I'm still not sure if you want to do it at all so you'll have to be the one to ask!”

There it was again. He tried to give you the feeling that you were the centre of everything, that he was there to please you, not the other way around. You grabbed his tie and pulled his face closer to yours.

“I want to sleep with you, I want to make it up to you, I want to erase my mistake. I want you to play with me. And I want to try new things,” you whispered, your lips slightly brushing his earlobe, making him shiver. “Play with me, I allow you to kiss my whole body, if you want to, except my face,” you offered him sweetly.

“So you allow me to play with you? Are you sure?”

“Yes, show me pleasure, Luke. Show me how to give in to you, show me how to do it right. I won't disappoint you again,” you promised him.

“I'll do whatever you want and whatever you allow me to do. You won't regret it and believe me, you did nothing wrong or disappointed me,” and he pressed a gentle kiss on the soft flesh of your throat, his hand caressing the part of your naked thigh where the gown had the slit. Your hands clasped his shoulders and you felt his muscles tensing. You lifted the leg he was caressing and hooked it around his waist. He immediately pressed his hips against your throbbing core and you felt his cock hardening.

“We should stop doing this, Luke. We don't want to cause attention, do we? We should continue our ‘dance’ in the hotel suite later,” you moaned faintly.

“You have a valid point there. I don't want anyone to look at you while I tear you apart,” and he gave your butt a gentle squeeze. You felt so good in his arms, too good.

You giggled like a schoolgirl and loosened yourself from his lustful grip, took him by his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. It felt so familiar as if he were your lover, not your client.

“Let's get something to drink. And I need to sit down somewhere…my feet…”

“…are killing you. The little beasts, right?”

“Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't complain so much.”

“It's alright, sweet thing. We'll drink something and you can put your aching feet on my thighs if you want… underneath the table, of course. No one has to see it,” and he winked at you.

“You're adorable, Luke. I don't deserve it. Come, I need a cool beverage now… and…”

“…a dessert, yeah. I already know that. Sometimes I think it's the only reason why you escort me to dinner events,” he joked and teased you and he got a heartwarming laughter from you. You were so devastatingly beautiful when you were laughing. He shouldn't allow himself the feeling but you grew on him more and more.

“You might be right, Mr.Larsson,” was the only thing you could answer him. Desserts were definitely your weakness.

On your way to the dining area, you saw Matt and his beautiful Indian lady heavily making out in another dark corner of the location, both completely melting into each other's arms and forgetting the world around them.

“Shhhh,” you gestured to Luke, “we don't want to disturb them” and you both sneaked silently past them. You couldn't deny that you wouldn't mind Luke Larsson kissing you the same way Matt kissed his girl but unfortunately … you'd never kiss a client.

“I don't like desserts. I don't have a sweet tooth.” Loki complained when you both sat at a dining table to eat some dessert, sitting opposite to each other.

“Who doesn't like desserts? I still don't get it. It's the best thing about a meal. The culmination of every menu… sweet and a melting pleasure on the tongue…,” you gushed.

“I hate it, okay!”

“No, you don't!”

“I do!”

“No, you don't!”

“I do...mpffhh…” and you shoved a spoonful of chocolate mousse with cream into his mouth before he could speak further nonsense. The delightful glance in his eyes when the taste buds of his tongue were pleasantly surprised by the dark chocolate, told you otherwise. A blissful moan rumbled in his throat, making you smile.

“As I said. You don't hate desserts,” you stated knowingly.

“You forced me to eat it!” He frowned and pouted, licking the last droplets of mousse from his lips. “Can I have some more?” He whispered, barely audible to you.

“What did you say?” You mocked him.

“Can I have some more, please?”

“I'm sorry, it was the last one on the buffet… Well, you shouldn't be too disappointed that you can't have more, Luke, because you hate desserts, right?” A mischievous grin curved your lips.

“Hm!” He pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to avoid showing his disappointment. “It's not as bad as I thought it would be… but, yeah you're right. I still hate it.”

You chuckled silently and recognised how cute he was at that moment. Trying hard to hold on to his opinion about desserts and not to show you how much he truly liked it after tasting it. Gosh, he was so adorable.

“You can tell me that you've changed your opinion about desserts. It's nothing to be ashamed of. And we can share my chocolate mousse if you want,” you told him softly.

“I appreciate it, Sugar, thanks. Enjoy your chocolate mousse. Come, place your foot on my thigh, sweet thing,” and you did.

Loki opened the straps of your sandal, took it off your foot, placed it on the free chair next to him and began to massage your aching foot and the toes tenderly but with the right amount of gentle pressure.

“Gosh, that feels so good,” you sighed blissfully and enjoyed his tender hand kneading your foot for several minutes.

“Now the other foot,” he said and gave it the same attention and care as he did with your other foot. You moaned blissfully again and the way Luke glanced at you was arousing you. When his fingers massaged around your ankle, you jumped at the opportunity rubbing your foot over his crotch and you felt him getting hard. You looked enticing at him and his pupils dilated with arising lust.

“You're such a bratty girl,” and he pressed a thumb into your bunion, hitting the right spot. You hissed lustfully and a dull throb in your core made you feel all giddy.

“Shall we leave for the hotel?” You asked him and he just nodded. He came over to you and gave you your shoes and when you put the first sandal on he bent down on one knee and fastened the straps.

“Luke, please, get up. I can do this on my own,” you begged him vehemently. He wasn't your servant and he certainly did not have to do this.

“You wear this torturous footwear for me so helping you with your shoes is a bare minimum,” he declared.

You stood up from your chair and stood close to him. He leaned into you and you put your hand on his shoulder. Your cheek gently touched his cheek when you whispered a soft “Thank you” into his ear.

Your closeness and your scent intoxicated him. His one hand wrapped automatically around your middle and pulled you closer to him. The way you gave in to his movement without any hesitation came so naturally that he immediately felt wanted. He couldn't believe that you were just pretending to want him. But it was maybe just your art of seduction and your magic allure that blurred his mind and made him succumb to you.

When you arrived at the hotel and finally in the same suite as the last time, you both didn't waste any time. You quickly prepared the things you needed to be prepared and put your kimono and a lace bra on the backrest of the chair. The purpose of being here again was more than clear. Loki took his jacket off, as well as the waistcoat and the tie. He would need the tie later. He opened his shirt completely but let the hem stay in the waistband of his trousers. He took a seat in the armchair and spread his long legs wide.

You stood opposite him, getting off of your high-heeled sandals and watching him getting partly undressed and taking a seat in the leather armchair, his shirt completely open. Every muscle in his arms and thighs and torso was flexing and relaxing while doing it and it sent a shiver down your spine and directly to your cunt. When there was one thing you hated, that disgusted you to the core, it was men sitting with wide-spread legs. Normally it disgusted you but Loki doing it did something to you, you had never expected. It aroused you, you wanted to sit on his lap or … humping one of his beautiful, muscled thighs. God, if you didn't shove those thoughts away immediately you would've turned into a wanton whore sooner than you thought. Nonetheless, you couldn't stop staring at his prominent bulge. This man was too sexy. His whole body screamed sex.

“Do you like what you see?" he teased you, an arrogant grin on his face while slowly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

"W…what?"

“I asked, do you like what you see?” And he placed his now bare forearms on the armrest of the armchair again, his long fingers curling around the ends.

“I hate it when a guy sits like a man whore.” Loki chuckled darkly, smugness written all over his face.

“You like it!”

“I hate it,” you murmured.

“Liar! Come here, Sugar!” Loki pronounced every single word, his voice deep and rich.

You looked at him and a smirk appeared at the corner of your mouth. You shook your head lightly and rolled your eyes. You wanted him to play with you and the game had already started. You both were all in.

“Come.Here.” His voice dropped to subzero temperatures. Harsh, cold as if he could freeze the whole room into an ice cave.

A shiver ran down your spine again and you obeyed. You walked slowly toward him until you stood between his spread thighs. You stared down at him, his ocean-blue eyes glancing up and down between your eyes, your lips and your cleavage. You wanted to be cool and collected but you couldn't help the wetness between your thighs drenching your lace underwear. Why was he able to cause such arousal in your body? It was just sex. A sex appointment. A date, set by your escort agency. A consensual sex date to get some steam off. Just a natural need that you and he wanted to satisfy.

“Strip off your dress,” he commanded seductively.

You obeyed again. You loved to be told what to do next. Since when? You reached behind your back to pull the zipper down but had some struggle finding it.

“Could you please unzip me?” And you slowly turned around. You couldn't see him but you felt his gaze wandering up to your shoulders and down to your buttocks where his eyes remained for a moment.

He could smell you. The subtle scent of your perfume, the natural scent of your skin and the heavy, beguiling scent of your arousal.

“You're outrageously beautiful, Sugar,” he murmured and pulled your zipper slowly down. It was the most arousing sound you had heard for a long time. He was so close to you and you felt his breath fanning over your skin. You let your green dream of a dress slide down your shoulders and it pooled around your ankles and you stepped out of it, kicking it carefully aside.

Slowly he let his hands slide over your shoulders and flanks to your front and cupped your naked breasts carefully, teasing your nipples with his thumbs, making you sigh and moan. A warm tingling rushed through your veins but a coolness rushed over your skin as if a god would touch a mortal to make said mortal shiver in submission.

“Get your bra,” he whispered to your ear, nibbling at the soft skin of your neck. You did as he told you and he took the flimsy lace bra from your hand, put it on you, and closed the clasp of your bra. From the last time, he remembered that you felt better leaving your bra on. And he wanted you to feel comfortable.

“Am I still allowed to play with you?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, yes you are,” you whispered and turned around to face him.

Loki made some steps backwards, sat down again in the leather armchair, leaned back and spread his long legs wide.

Loki's heartbeat quickened and his mouth watered when he saw you in your tantalizing black lingerie. The flimsy lace bra emphasized your cleavage and cupped your breasts perfectly. Your peaked rosy nipples were on display for him through the transparent lace and he felt his cock throbbing with anticipation. He was on edge and he would've loved to take you instantly, roughly, thrusting his cock deep inside of you until you were a dripping mess, screaming his name. But he wanted to take his time with you, enjoy you, seduce you slowly till you were begging him to fuck you. And he would make sure you never needed to fake an orgasm again. With him, every orgasm of yours would be a real one. He would take good care of it and he wanted you to enjoy it to the fullest without feeling ashamed or bad.

“How do you want me?” You asked him softly, your lips slightly parted. Your plump lips drove him crazy. He wished he were allowed to kiss these beautiful lips of yours. He could just imagine how deliciously they must taste.

“I want you to suck my dick. I want you to suck and lick it extensively,” he demanded, testing you. How far would you allow him to go? The imagination alone of your lips wrapped around his cock made him harden.

“Okay. But you won't cum in my mouth. I don't like swallowing your sperm. You can cum over my breasts…and don't hit my face!”

“With that I can deal,” Loki answered darkly.

You didn't like sucking cock at all and the last time you completely ruled it out. Not to talk about swallowing sperm. But it seemed possible to suck him, this handsome guy and you wondered why. You told him you wanted to try new things and so you wanted to give it a try.

You knelt between his thighs, unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. You reached into his briefs and pulled out his dick along with his balls. Loki moaned quietly and you could just let out a small gasp when you saw his erection. You saw his cock for the first time tonight because the first time when he slept with you, he had blindfolded you before he got rid of his clothes. Loki was a bit bigger down there than the other men you had had sex with. And his cock was… beautiful, pretty even. Perfectly formed in length and thickness, his tip swollen and leaking pre-cum, the veins on the underside pulsating in anticipation, his balls heavy and hot. Your mouth watered and you couldn't wait to suckle him. You had never expected to think about a guy's cock like you did right here and now.

“Am I allowed to place my hands on your thighs?”

Loki hesitated for a moment before he permitted you to do so. If he lost control, nothing would be noticeable there for you. And he still wasn't sure if he was able to stand your touch. But he gave it a try.

“Yes,” he moaned, and you placed your hands there.

You lowered your head and licked a stripe from base to tip. Torturously slow. Once, twice, then you took his cock head gently into your mouth and let your tongue swirl over and around his sensitive tip. You released him with a plop and licked your lips. He tasted so good. Sweet and salty and you craved for more. You gave him a devouring look and turned your attention to his balls. With your hand, you gave him light strokes while you kissed and sucked his balls and when you bit them gently, Loki whimpered loudly. His cock got rock-hard, aching for your warm mouth. How could he even get harder than he already was?

His scent intoxicated you. The smell of musk and the natural scent of his skin, manly and heavy, awoke a kind of lust in your body that you didn't know you had inside of you. Unbridled, initial desire. You were dripping wet and you weren't sure if you were already soaking the floor with your juices.

His breathing became heavier, filled with whimpers and moans. Loki was so turned on that he nearly forgot to blindfold you.

“Should we get you more comfortable, Luke? Lift your ass for me,” you asked him quietly and pulled his trousers and his briefs completely down and took them off completely. While his ass wasn't placed back on the armchair again you took the chance and you caressed his buttocks and kneaded them firmly. Loki sat down again but now he rather laid in the armchair than sit on it so you were able to continue cupping his ass cheeks in your hands and kneading them tenderly. You started to lick his cock again and he gently blindfolded you with his tie.

You flattened your tongue and licked his tip like a popsicle, stimulating his frenulum tenderly but firmly, testing the waters of what he might like. You didn't want to hurt him. Your one hand fondled his balls, carefully and tenderly scratching over the skin. Loki moaned and sighed heavily, writhing under your merciless but delicious torture. You took his unbelievingly hard cock into your mouth again, hollowed your cheeks and started to suck the life out of him.

“Fuck…Sugar I can't…I can't take it…much longer,” he whimpered.

You sped up your pace, your head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm, sucking and licking him until his eyes fluttered shut, his head leaning back against the armchair's backrest, his fingers clawing into the armrest. You felt him tensing up and shivers ran through his body and you were sure he would come soon. His arousal and writhing and the way he allowed you to own him in this moment made your cunt throbbing and dripping with need. You wanted to get off as well, you never felt so needy before. Never before was any other man able to do this to you.

“I'm…fuck…I'm coming…fuck…,” and he withdrew his cock from your mouth instantly, grabbed his cock and stroked himself two more times. The coil in his lower abdomen snapped and a mind-blowing orgasm washed over him, and he ejaculated in thick ropes all over your breasts. The sight of you blindfolded and letting him come all over your precious bosom doubled his satisfaction.

“Luke…please…” You didn't know what you were begging for but the feeling of his warm sperm running down your cleavage made your head spin. You still knelt between his legs, still blindfolded and dying because of arousal, your clit throbbing and yearning for attention. Loki came slowly down from his high, his cock still hard.

“Come here sweet thing,” and he grabbed you carefully by your upper arms and pulled you onto his lap.

“You took me so well, you're talented, sweet thing. You know exactly what you do, don't you? And now you will get off on my thigh, sweet girl. Want to ride my thigh, hm? Rub your needy clit over my leg and drench me with your arousal. Come, sweet thing, drive me wild…” he moaned lasciviously, guiding your hips when you began to gyrate them back and forth to get the friction to work yourself to much-needed relief. You placed your hands on the backrest of the armchair, your forehead close to his. You felt the warmth of an orgasm rising in your stomach and you moaned and whimpered breathlessly. It felt heavenly, he felt heavenly. And these feelings were all you had because you were still blindfolded. You were already on edge when Loki took one of your peaked nipples into his mouth, suckling and nipping it through the thin lace of your bra.

“Oh god…please…” you moaned. You needed to cum. Now. But Loki stopped your gyrating movements by holding your hips firmly.

“You will come around my cock, sweet thing. No fake orgasm this time, Sugar!”

“Close…I'm so close…please…”

“I know, I'll let you cum, be patient, sweet thing and don't move,” and you heard how he unfoiled a condom. Mere seconds later he lifted you from his thigh, shoved your lace thong aside and slid you carefully down onto his fully erect length, giving you enough time to accommodate his cock and get adjusted to him. He didn't want to hurt you. He would never forgive himself if he would cause you any kind of pain. You whimpered because of how deliciously he stretched and filled you and you were still in desperate need to cum.

“Are you okay, Sugar?” He asked quietly and concernedly. “Can I move?”

“Yes …yes please, I need you,” you answered desperately.

“Good girl, taking me so well. Fuck… you're so pretty…so tight…you've such a pretty cunt.”

Loki guided your movements, made you hop up and down and when you both had found a comfortable rhythm he thrust firmly upwards, faster, deeper, hitting your inner spot at a perfect angle. He took your nipple in his mouth again, nipping, sucking and licking it until it couldn't get any harder and changed to your other breast to torture that nipple in the same delicious way. At this point, you were a moaning, whimpering mess. You felt his cock throbbing inside of you, every vein and ridge massaging you straight towards your climax. It had never felt that good.

“Cum, cum all over my cock, show me how much you want it, Sugar. Scream for me!” And his one hand reached down to your throbbing clit and he pinched and rubbed your swollen bud purposefully. His thrusts became sloppier, he felt his own orgasm rising and he rubbed your clit faster than before.

“Cum…fuck…cum for me…now…” and right on cue you exploded. Your orgasm was intense and not only your cunt but also your whole body was convulsing and shaking and your toes curling.

“Good girl…you're such a…good girl.” Loki's abdominal muscles tensed up, his body shaking when he felt your walls clenching around his cock and it made him orgasm harder than before. You collapsed against each other, bathing in post-orgasmic bliss. This time you didn't fake it. This time you truly had an orgasm and it felt good, so damn good. For both of you.

When you came down from your highs you both chuckled in unison and Loki removed the blindfold from your eyes. They needed a moment to adjust to the dimmed lights of the hotel room again and you could swear there was a light shimmer of blue on Loki's skin. But then you were sure you had just imagined it and blamed the blindfolding for it.

“I'm sorry. I made a big mess out of you,” Loki chuckled.

“Don't worry about it, Luke Larsson. I'll take a shower after you've left. But we still have some time until midnight.” You released his cock, stood up from his lap and you instantly missed the warm feeling of him inside of you. You were still a little weak in your knees.

“Did you enjoy it this time, Sugar?” Loki asked you softly.

“The more important thing is you enjoyed it,” you answered him smilingly.

“That's not the answer to my question, sweets.”

“Why do men always need the confirmation that they were good and are a grenade in the bedroom department?” You contered sarcastically.

“That wasn't my question either. I don't need confirmation that…”

“You're being very self-confident, aren't you? Do we have a god-complex, Mr.Larsson?”

“Why do you have to destroy it, Sugar? I just wanted to know if you enjoyed it and if you're okay.” Loki sounded disappointed and sad and you instantly regretted your rude answer and your behaviour genuinely. You were afraid of your feelings again. You saw him heading for the bathroom and heard him opening the faucet of the sink. You followed him. He was cleaning himself, tossing the condom into the bin and preparing a washcloth with warm water. You stood next to him, facing him in the mirror.

“I'm sorry, Luke. I didn't intend to be mean. I did enjoy it. It felt good, really. I'm just not used to getting so much attention and care afterwards, you know. But please, Luke…don't catch feelings for me. I'm just your escort.” You smiled mildly at him. Your heart clenched when you saw how sad he looked at you. You liked him more than you were ready to admit.

“No worries about that. I won't catch feelings for you, Sugar.” A lie, a perfect lie from a perfect liar. That was what he always has been and always will be, a liar.

“I just wanted you to feel comfortable around me.” And he turned towards you, the washcloth in his hand. You wanted to take it out of his hand to clean your cleavage and stomach from his now sticky seed but he didn't give it to you.

“Let me do this, sweet thing. It's the one thing I'd like to do for you,” and he began to gently clean you. His actions were so soft and caring. You wished you could have this tenderness every day. But not with anyone, no, it had to be him.

'Don't fall in love with him, just don't, you foolish girl' you cursed inwardly.

“I destroyed your lingerie. I'm sorry for that. You looked so tempting and sexy in it, and it was wonderful to have sex with you dressed in this hot lace.”

“A bit kinky, hmm? Lingerie, a blindfold, commanding me…” you stated and smiled.

“Watch your mouth, sweet thing. Don't be a brat.”

“What if I'm bratty? Will you punish me next time?”

You both chuckled and looked into each other's eyes. There weren't only mischievous and lusty thoughts. There was something else. Sympathy, harmony, trust. You two didn't know how or why but you felt drawn to each other.

“Well, the biggest mess got cleaned,” Loki said after he finally cleaned you from his seed and smiled at you.

“Thank you! That was very sweet and thoughtful of you,” you said gratefully.

“My pleasure!" He answered with his deep voice, wrapping around you like a soft blanket. You wished you had a boyfriend like him. Attentive, affectionate and gentle. And not only in a sexual way. With a boyfriend like him, you surely haven't ended up here, as an escort with a man you liked more than you were allowed to like, not to talk about you weren't allowed to fall in love with. You made these rules yourself and you would never break them. Anyway, a man like him would never want to have someone like you as his partner in life. Why should he choose you when he could have any other woman who was smarter, more beautiful and more decent than you? Under different circumstances, you two might have had a chance but now your life was fucked up. You wished you would've met him before you became an escort but it was what it was and you couldn't turn back the time.

You walked back to the main room, took on your kimono and climbed into the bed. You curled up on one side and pulled the duvet over you.

“Are you okay, sweet thing?” Loki asked you softly when he found you lying in bed under the sheets when he returned to the main room as well, dressed in his briefs and his open shirt.

“Mhmh…,” you murmured sleepily. “I'm just tired.”

Loki climbed onto the bed, leaning his torso against the cushions on the headboard. You looked so innocent and cute with your head snuggled deeply into the fluffy pillows. He watched you dozing and he smiled lovingly at you.

“I'll stay until midnight if it's okay for you,” he whispered and you nodded slightly. It made him smile again. He hated cuddling after sex and cuddling without sex even more. But suddenly you came closer and in your sleepy state you draped your leg over his, curled your hand around his waist and your head snuggled into his chest as if he was a damn comfy pillow or a plushie. A sugar angel sleeping in the arms of a monster. He shouldn't enjoy it. He shouldn't touch you. His hands were the hands of a killer, a liar. Hands that fit easily around a gun or a neck. He shouldn't hold a precious woman like you in his embrace.

He wrapped his arm tightly around you and pulled you closer to his chest. You must've fallen asleep, your breathing became calm and deep. You felt so soft and warm and good in his arms and he stole a little kiss by pressing his lips softly on the top of your head. It wasn't a direct part of your face, was it? He closed his eyes for just one short moment because he had to leave soon but he wanted to enjoy every minute he had with you. Maybe aftercare wasn't as bad as he probably thought.

A loud banging at the hotel suite’s door and a loud man’s voice woke him up.

“Sugar? Sugar!” The banging became more violent. “Sugar, are you okay? Sugar, open the door, if not I'll have to break down the door.” It was Walker, deeply concerned because you hadn't been back by the limousine right in time. You also hadn't sent an emergency message. Loki shook you awake when he got aware that you both had fallen asleep.

“Sugar, wake up, Sugar…,” Loki tried to wake you up.

“I'm so tired…I just want…to sleep. Just… a few minutes…just a bit longer…,” you murmured, still sleepy when you heard the banging at the door.

“Sugar, I break the door open! Now!”

All of a sudden you were wide awake. You jumped out of the bed and ran to the door hurriedly. You flung the door open right in time before Walker would break it down.

“I'm okay, Walker, I'm okay,” you gasped in shock, breathing heavily. “Everything is fine,” you told Walker, appeasing.

“Are you sure?” Walker asked concernedly. He peeked into the suite and saw Loki getting dressed.

“Yes, I'm absolutely sure, Walker. I'm so sorry for frightening you but…we…we fell asleep. Mr.Larsson did nothing wrong, I assure you, he behaved decently,” you told Walker and he trusted you. You'd tell him if there was anything that wasn't okay for you. “Please give us a few minutes, we will just get ready,” you asked him.

“Okay, I'll wait for you by the limousine,” Walker answered, throwing a warning look at Loki, who didn't show any reaction towards Walker. You nodded once at Walker and closed the door, leaning against it and taking a deep breath.

“Didn't you tell me, you don't do aftercare?” you questioned Luke teasingly and slightly laughing.

“I did.”

“Do you know what it's called what you did for me in the bathroom and by lying in bed with me sleeping?”

Loki buttoned his shirt upwards, leaving the last three open, buckled his belt, put his waistcoat on, slid into his shoes and looked smilingly at you.

“You tell me,” he asked you and grabbed his jacket from the sofa and his tie from the armchair and draped them over his arm.

“The loveliest aftercare I've ever gotten. Thank you, Luke… also for this wonderful evening, the dress and…”

Loki walked towards you and cupped your head gently between his large hands. They were so soft and felt comfortably cool on your warm skin, that you had to suppress a shiver. He leaned down and pressed a tender, featherlight kiss to your forehead and you closed your eyes.

“No, Luke, please…please don't do that …,” you whispered with teary eyes.

“I know I'm not allowed to kiss your pretty face but I care about you and I want you to know that. I know you could call Walker immediately and tell him to beat me up and throw me out… but it's worth the risk.”

He leaned his forehead slightly against yours and his warm breath fanned over your face. And there it was again. The spicy aroma of something you couldn't specify mixed with his comforting scent of fresh cotton, sandalwood and orange blossoms.

“I just hope that all the other men you meet handle you with all the respect and care you deserve. Thank you for this wonderful evening and night, sweet thing. It was such a pleasure. I felt very comfortable with you. When can we meet again? What about tomorrow?” Loki asked, his voice dark and smooth. He was a picture of pure elegance and arrogance but also gentleness, and his eyes staring longingly at you while waiting for your answer. Would you ever be able to be without him?

“I'm sorry Luke. I already have appointments for the next three evenings.”

“Okay. Then I call the agency tomorrow and ask for another date with you. A club night? Dinner? Would you like that?” He asked you softly.

“Uh hmmh! Sounds good.” You seemed insecure and indifferent but he didn't ask you further.

“Good night, Sugar and take care of you.”

“Good night, Luke… and sleep well.”

Should you hug him? Should you tell him that he's the only one you were sleeping with? Did he already sense it? He had almost left the suite…

“Luke…”,you stopped him in his actions by calling his name and he turned around, facing you. You ran to him and fiercely flung your arms around his neck which obviously caught him off guard. He hugged you back, not knowing what to say.

“Luke Larsson, you might be the only one I take with me to this suite,” you whispered into his ear and for a brief moment you felt safe in the arms of a man who'll never love you back. “Say something …please say something,” you begged him and let go of him to look into his eyes.

He rubbed a thumb tenderly over your lips, his eyes teary.

“You shouldn't be an escort. You should leave the agency. You're too precious for that business. But if you'd do that, I'd never see you again. So I don't know what I should wish for. You being an escort so that I can still meet you but sharing you with other men or knowing you're safe and protected, away from that business but never be able to see you ever again. It both hurts, Sugar… and I know I've already let you come too close to my heart.”

“I can't quit this job, Luke. And maybe someone like you is the only reason that keeps me going. I'd love to meet you again next week. We could go to a nightclub, it doesn't have to be Vivian's Velvet. You can choose another one and afterwards you can have me again,” you offered him, your voice almost breaking. You better contain yourself and not show him that you don't want to let him go.

“In the beginning that was exactly what I didn't want and somehow you convinced me otherwise. You already know that I want to meet you again next week. You, and you alone decide what you want to do afterwards and please don't feel obliged to sleep with me. But you should also know that I'd never deny you. Good night, sweet thing. Promise me to get dressed now and let Walker drive you home. You need some sleep.”

“Promised,” you nodded. He was right. You were tired beyond belief.

When he finally had left, you opened your hair bun, got dressed in casual clothes and Walker drove you home. The whole time until you arrived at your apartment you held the wildflower bouquet in your hand, thinking of him.

“I'm sorry if I scared you, y/n but I was truly concerned.”

“It's okay, Walker, you just did your job. I should be sorry for frightening you… we just fell asleep, I was so tired.”

“Understandable, you are on the road seven days a week. You should take a break. You won't last forever.”

“I know Walker but I have no other choice,�� you sighed.

“There's always a choice, y/n…and Mr Larsson likes you if not more,” and he grinned at you through the rear-view mirror, watching you gently touching the flowers Luke had given to you. You smiled tormented back at him.

“He doesn't know me, it's just my pretty shell he likes.”

“You might underestimate him. Sometimes you just have to ask for help and help will be given to you,” Walker told you wisely. Maybe he was right. If it just were that easy.

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