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mcufan72 · 2 days
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That sounds amazing, dearie. I'm looking forward to it 🥰🩶
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Gonna write that married couple fic about CEO Daemon and wifey y/n. It's not going to be very dramatic, kind of boring but I really need to get it out of my system 😊
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mcufan72 · 2 days
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He will always have a special place in my heart 💚🥹
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Ugh.... this pic 🫠. Can't wait for the new season 😍
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May this pic brighten up your week, dearest ✨️😏🩶
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I wish you a wonderful time, my dearest ❤️ Love you 💚🩶🖤🩷
Love you too my dearest.. happy Holi 💕
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mcufan72 · 6 days
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Thank you so much @anukulee
I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter😊. Thank you for reading and reblogging, I really appreciate it 💚
Sugar and Cinnamon
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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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The new chapter of ‚Sugar and Cinnamon’ is SOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!!! I can’t even tell you how much I’ve enjoyed it! You’re a great writer! Much love ❤️
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Thank you so much for always giving me feedback on my chapters 🥹. I appreciate it and it always means a lot to me and keeps me going.
Yes, you're right...their love story isn't an easy one. Loki won't give up on her...but will he find her? Can he help her to solve her problem? We will see 👀
The only thing I can tell you is that I'm a sucker for happy endings so... there's definitely hope 🥲😉
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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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Your comments never fail to make me happy, smiling and crying🥺🥹. I'm so glad that you could feel the emotions and all the ups and downs 🎢. I put my whole heart into this chapter ♥️🥲. I didn't want to cause a whiplash, I'm sorry 😅. I just want to write an exciting and emotional story. Your emotions are palpable in your comment and I really love that. Your praise means a lot to me and I don't deserve it but thank you so much 💓
Sub Loki always has my heart 🫠🥰. I can't promise to put your feelings down... there's still some drama to come. Sugar is scared, and alone and her problem still isn't solved. Loki won't give up on her but will he find her?
I hope you're excited for the next chapter. Lots of love ❤️
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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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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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mcufan72 · 9 days
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Thank you 💚 You're too sweet 🥰 @faesimps
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mcufan72 · 10 days
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WHATTT?? Did I read it correctly or am I dreaming? Do you really consider finishing THE BODYGUARD and HEAR ME NOW? Omg that would be wonderful, fantastic, unbelievable... you know how much I love these two stories of yours, especially TB🥹💚🖤🍓🍫. Anyway, I'll wait patiently 🥰😊😘
What's going on in Loki fandom these days? I'm so out of the loop.
Anyways after finishing Utopia I'm thinking of finishing the bodyguard (I'd have to read it from beginning to end for the feels first) but i really want to finish that one and then hear me now.
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mcufan72 · 11 days
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I knew Daemon didn't sleep with Lily. She's a jealous witch, lying and telling y/n things to hurt her and destroy the things that are growing between Daemon and y/n since the shipwrecking and their fight for survival on that island. I hope their bond is too strong to get destroyed so easily.
Emma and y/n ... I get the reactions from both of them and Emma just wants to make everything in the right way. She wants to help and be a good friend but maybe she shouldn't be that straightforward and too realistic... not yet. Y/n has been through a lot and a little more sensitivity would be appropriate. Also, y/n's reactions towards her friend are absolutely relatable. At least they sorted it out and I love it for them.
As always, I enjoyed the smut, it was deliciously dirty, emotional and sensual at the same time. They're both adorable and I love how cute Daemon can be when he shows his affection. 💖 . He's so scared to lose her and his nightmare was so awful and sad🥺😪
His birthday wish? Awww 🥺 he just wants her trust and faith in him.🥹. What is his surprise for y/n? And for the same reason why he had a meeting with his lawyer?
...and his lawyer certainly didn't think it was a great idea to go forward with this but he knew he wanted to do this, for both of you.
I'm curious 🤔 👀
And I want you to take you somewhere with me...
What could it be? They both are missing the 'good' times they had together on the island, at the beach. Does he plan a trip to a (civilised) beach so they can have some good experiences together and create some nice memories to erase a bit of the bad ones? It would definitely be a lovely place to celebrate his birthday. I'm really excited to learn more about it 😊
Danny and Lily... something is fishy here. Danny was responsible for the ship's cargo department. Was he distracted by Lily and didn't do his job right so the cargo slipped and caused the sinking? A weird theory but it seems possible to me😅
I love this story, girl and I'm excited to read more. Love you, queen ❤️
That's how I imagine him...
...at my door 😍
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... and in my bedroom 🫠😏
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Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)
Read chapter 6 here // Series Masterlist
Chapter 7
Summary: Daemon eases your fears and worries.
Warning: 18+ sex ,period sex (if it bothers you skip the scene) death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could
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“Are you alright?” Emma's voice was filled with concern as she asked you if you were okay, noticing the distress that was evident on your face. The two of you had just left Lily's house, and Emma could sense the negative effect it had on you.
“I'm fine..just want to go home” Emma sighed as you said that. She could tell that you were not alright, but she didn't know how to help without you opening up to her.
“Y/n I know you have always liked him but him and Lily have always been this way..they fight, fuck other people and then get back to each other.. don't you remember how he treated you on the ship after he slept with you?” you turned your head to look at her as she said that. Emma's words had struck a chord in your heart, reminding you of the awful morning when Daemon had completely dismissed you post the one night stand .
“Yeah? Always huh? How many times have they survived a ship sinking incident before? How many times before Daemon was left stranded on an island with someone else? This is not the same thing..why it's so hard for you guys to understand” you got visibly agitated as you finished your sentence, your voice raised as you tried to express that you and Daemon weren't just a fling.
“I'm just trying to protect you..” she mumbled softly so you sighed.
“I know but I also know what I'm doing..do you have any idea what I have been through with Daemon on that Island? You can't just get over that stuff and move on with your life as if nothing happened. He …he knows me..I know him..six months ..we were .. everything to each other” your eyes teared up and you hated how weak you felt in the moment. You always felt this way whenever Daemon was in the picture.
“But he's not on that Island anymore and neither are you..he's back here in the actual world where Lily is”
You didn't say anything as she said that. After what Lily had said about him fucking her last night and seeing things from Emma's perspective you felt hurt and worried. You asked him clearly if he had fucked her and he said no, did he lie to you? Why would he lie to you and hurt you like that?
“Do you want me to find a job for you? Dalton was asking about you” she said as she pulled the car in your driveway so you took your seat belt off, you just wanted to go home and cry.
“Not right now, last time you hooked me up with a job ..things didn't work out so well”
You heard the literal gasp she let out as you jabbed at her. That was mean and uncalled for but anger was bubbling inside you at the moment and Daemon wasn't there to take it.
You entered your bedroom, exhausted from the emotional upheaval. As you collapsed onto your bed, you noticed a missed call and a few text messages from Daemon on your phone. Taking a deep breath, you picked up your phone and opened the message.
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You didn't want to ignore him and you certainly didn't want to hurt him by making assumptions about him, he told you something and you wanted to believe him but insecurities from the past ran deep and this wouldn't be the first time a man would cheat your trust like this. Instead of wrestling with your thoughts you dialed his number instead,
“Am I being ignored?” He asked as soon as he picked up so you sighed.
“Why would you say that?”
“What did she say to you..love?” his tone of voice made it clear that he was genuinely concerned.
“Where are you?” you asked him nonchalantly, your voice didn't really hold any emotion at the moment.
“I'm with my lawyer, had to discuss uhhh.. some fortune related complexities..are you back at your place?” He enquired so you barely hummed in response “Can I come see you?”
“You don't have to ask me” he chuckled as you said that,
“I'm trying to be more civilized and less of a caveman”
“Don't you want to go see Lily?” you asked him with sarcasm and envy dripping from your tone.
“Not right now, I want her to move on.. darling.. whatever she said to you that's making you all squeaky and snappy at me .. I will fix it yeah? And then you're going to fix me” you couldn't help but bite on your lip as his words made you feel slightly bashful.
“Okay” you could hear him smiling on the other end of the line as you mumbled a short response again.
Half an hour later as you opened the door and saw Daemon standing there, with his arms behind his back and a mischievous smirk on his face, you felt your heart skip a beat. The peach ribbed shirt he was wearing just added to his charm, it made you want to snuggle against him. Despite your feelings for him, the idea of him breaking your trust and lying to you was breaking your heart in ways you couldn't even begin to imagine.
The only reason why you weren't crying yourself to sleep for the past two days was because of him, the past month when you both were avoiding each other was difficult to say the least. The nightmares about drowning in the ocean had become a frequent occurrence, leaving you feeling frightened and restless. The fact that he was the only thing preventing you from giving in to the emotional distress that had been haunting you was both a comfort and a burden. But he was the only one who truly understood you because he was there suffering with you.
“Flowers for the beautiful lady” he held one of his hands forward to present you with a bouquet of beautiful flowers so you grabbed it and took in their scent “Chocolates” he then brought his other hand forward so you grabbed the box and went into your room, acting like a petulant child, it didn't do anything to deter him, he actually found you adorable like this.
He was expecting a kiss and a hug but this morning when you had told him that you were tagging along with Emma to visit Lily, he was terrified, not because he had anything to hide from you but because he knew as a matter of fact that she'd try to fill your head against him to drive wedge between you both. He was well aware of her vindictive ways when she was scorned like this.
“We need to stop meeting like that at your door” he mumbled as he entered the bedroom door and you were already on the bed with your face down into the pillow.
You felt his lips trail up from your calves to your hamstrings and he spent a good minute on your ass cheeks before he kissed up from the small of your back very slowly. Shivers ran down your spine as he moved up and pulled your hair aside to kiss your nape. You turned around to look at him and your teary eyes rendered his heart, your delicate features always softened him.
“If it wasn't for us being stranded on that Island you'd never date me would you?” You asked him as you caressed his cheeks with your fingers, you always feared that your connection with him was rooted in the shared trauma of the island and would fizzle soon.
“Yeah that might be true but not because there's something wrong with you or that you're not insanely attractive but because I wouldn't really get to know you like this..so intimately in every possible way”
You felt his fingers brush lightly against your chest, resting right above your heart, and you couldn't help but feel the burst of emotions.
His hand then drifted under your skirt as he leaned down to kiss you lovingly, palms wrapped around your hips as he pulled you into him so you sighed and closed your eyes to feel him close.
“You used to visit Paradise with Emma ” your eyes snapped open as he mentioned that.
Paradise was the name of the club The Dragonriders played at frequently and you used to go there on weekends before you even took the job on Utopia. “I'd often watch you dance from afar..you never even looked at me back then you know.. didn't even notice me” he mumbled softly in your ears so you cupped his cheeks again.
“I didn't know you..you were just a stranger”
“Exactly darling.. sometimes you have to learn the person inside out to truly appreciate them. I know i was unfair and cruel to you after that night we had spent together but it was my immaturity speaking..now i know better” you sighed as he said that, your hands sneaked inside his shirt as he leaned into you for a kiss again. He was irresistible at all times but especially when he was on top of you like this.
“You look cute in your pretty little skirt baby, my brave girl ..now are you going to sulk some more or you'd tell me what it is she said to you that is messing with your head?” he asked you, his voice was still gentle but firmer this time. You didn't want to beat around the bush either.
“She told me that you made love to her last night after you dropped her off and then later on she went into detail about how magical it was for both of you”
He looked at you intensely for a moment before he chuckled slightly as if he had it coming..
Somehow that reaction eased your fear, it was Lily's words against the man you had faced the worst of life with. If he was going to tell you that he hadn't fucked her then you'd have to believe him.
You'd have to put your faith in him because he deserved that much from you..
“Do you know why I came so hard inside you last night?” he asked you softly as his thumb brushed over your lips before he kissed you again.
“Whyy?”
“Because it has been a full day since I had done that.. since I had felt you around me so intimately. I might be an uncivilized animal at times but I'd never hurt you like that. Especially not you ..not after everything we have been through together”
You cupped his cheeks and your fingers ran through his scalp as he said that, his words felt sincere and a part of you believed him wholly, something made you believe that Daemon would never hurt you like that no matter what.
“You're not an uncivilized animal…just my big burly Cavemon” a smile graced his features as you cooed at him.
“Believe me yeah?”
“Okay.. sorry”
“Shhh it's not your fault..”
“No I'm sorry she said that about you and i believed her because I'm afraid and insecure”
“We all are at times..i fixed the problem..now you fix me” you giggled as he tickled your stomach with his fingers.
“Stahp ..it's almost my second day now..there will be clumps and stuff coming out of my goodies” he looked at you intently as you said that, his eyes darkened with consumable lust.
“If you intended for that to disgust me..it's not working”
“Your kinks are kinky..have you always had this one?” you questioned as you lifted your head up to kiss his neck.
“Not until you..”
“But you fucked your ex on her cycle”
“Not for the kink”
“It's just strange for me…my ex was disgusted just by me mentioning my period clumps”
“What an imbecile huh?
You giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he made you sit up along with him.
“We are doing this my way today” you mumbled as you took your crop top and skirt off, Daemon got off the bed and he quickly undressed himself with the speed of lighting, when he climbed back on the bed you removed your underwear and threw it on the floor,
“You won't mind if I bleed on you right?”
“Fuck darling …noo” he almost moaned at the picture you had painted for him, you climbed on his lap and sat yourself down on his cock slowly, inch by inch, he wasn't really an average man in length or girth so you needed to go slow for your own sake, his legs splayed out on the bed as you submerged him completely and he placed his hands around your hips as you moved in circles slowly. His head swayed backwards and moans spilled from his throat as you worked your hips back and forth.
“I noticed you..” you mumbled against his mouth as you kissed him so he opened his eyes and looked at you all perplexed. He looked cute like this, all fucked out and pleasured the way he deserved to be pleasured.
“Mmm?”
“In the club..i noticed you..but you always had your eyes on her”
“Darling, do you believe in fate?” his voice came out in whispers as the sensation grew in the pit of his stomach,
“Not really”
“I do”
“Why?”
“I just do..I think it was fate that brought us together. Why do you think we were accommodated right next to each other when all the people we knew were a deck below from us?”
“Duuh management”
“Was it management that left us stranded together on that Island?” his fingers dug into your hips as he helped you hop on top of him.
“No it was my stupidity”
“Mmm really? You want to tell me that those strong waves somehow managed to bring us together on that very same island where we collapsed not even six feet apart from each other because of you? And both of us miraculously lived through it while none of those other people survived?”
“I don't know what to say..you're romanticizing the tragedy” his fingers curled into your hair and he pulled you closer to kiss you before he spoke,
“I have earned the right to do so ..now be a good girl and fucking cum with me”
You kissed him hungrily and the rest of the rebuttals you had didn't really come out as you fell apart in his arms as soon as you felt his warm cum filling you up to the brim. He placed his head on your chest as you both recovered from the euphoria but it lasted a good while.
Your head felt fuzzy as you had never been fucked this good, sex had never been so satisfying before. It was as if your body connected to him on a much deeper level than just physical, sex with him transcended you and filled you with intense emotional and mental release.
“If you pull out right now I'd ruin my bed so take me to the shower alright?” He chuckled briefly before he dragged his shapely arse off the bed and took you to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and as soon as he pulled out, his cum mixed with your blood spilled out of your freshly fucked cunt. His cock was absolutely bloody as well and you heard him gasp as he glanced at it. His fingers immediately caressed your lips as he cleaned the mess between your legs so you fisted his cock and returned the favor.
“I missed one therapy session and I was a major bitch to Emma this morning” you mumbled as you came back to reality from the mind numbing orgasm you had experienced just now..
“What did you do?”
“You know how they keep telling us in therapy to not blame other people for what happened as it was nobody's fault?” He nodded as you said that while he rubbed the body wash between his palm and turned you around to scrub your back.
“I think I did just that and I feel awful”
“Mmmm then apologize sweetheart and talk it out…these things happen amongst friends. I called Cole this morning to wish him for the birthday and we had a chat, he understands me better now”
“It's his birthday today?”
“Yup and we are invited, I'm sure he'd text you about it”
You hummed as he said that, as you placed your head down on his chest he wrapped his arms around you while you two enjoyed the hot shower in the comfort of your bathroom. Sometimes when you closed your eyes you imagined yourself being back at the island with him but you were only thinking about the times that weren't so awful, like bathing with him in the sea and walking around the woods in search for fruits, and most of all sleeping all huddled together on the bed of leaves every night.
You missed that, you really did miss it at times.
“Daemon?’
“What would you like for your birthday?” you asked him as you realized it would come soon as well, you were on the island when you turned 27, he had gone out of his way to collect fresh coconut water and had made a fruit platter for you which was more than enough on that forsaken place.
“I want your trust and faith in me” you turned around as he said that and kissed him softly.
Besides he was planning something to surprise you with instead, he had a meeting with his lawyer for the same reason and his lawyer certainly didn't think it was a great idea to go forward with this but he knew he wanted to do this, for both of you.
“And i want to take you somewhere with me” he said to you
“Mmmm where?” You giggled as your heart skipped a beat. You just hoped he wasn't going to take you to meet his family just yet. It felt too soon for that.
“It's going to be a surprise, hence the trust and faith demand“
“I trust you baby” his lips curved into a sweet smile as you said that.
The plan moving forward was to take a nap with him and it was very cozy until he began shivering in his sleep, telltale sign of a nightmare and you knew what it was about, it was about that night in the woods that he had spent all alone without you, he deeply struggled with the memory of the night and it was very hard on him so you know he was reliving the same trauma in his sleep. Or that's what you thought.
You didn't know that he was having a nightmare but not about being stranded in the woods but about you being bitten by that spider, he always had a nightmare about that night where instead of you being alright the next morning he saw your dead lifeless body and he was left all alone without his brave girl by his side.
When he woke up he pretended as if he wasn't affected by the nightmare in the slightest and asked you to get ready as you were both invited to the Paradise for Cole's birthday. Luckily Lily wasn't there because of her injury but the group had decided to visit her post drinking.
When you reached hand in hand with him, it felt a little awkward, people who recognised you kept staring and you felt like an animal in the zoo. The attention was uncomfortable, as you just wanted to blend in with the other people and enjoy the evening without the scrutiny.
Life had changed in more ways than one, at times you were not even Daemon or y/n, you were just that couple that was stranded on an island for six months. Whenever you were out in public, people would inevitably make reference to your story, and you found yourself being treated like a celebrity. You felt objectified though as if there was nothing more to you anymore than what you had suffered.
After greeting Cole as you spotted Emma you walked towards her.
“How's D?” She asked you so you looked at her confused for a moment.
“Daemon? He's doing okay umm-”
“No the Dick..how's his dick..is it as good as rumored?” she asked you as she crossed her arms so you pulled her into a hug.
“I'm sorry em.. I'm so sorry for being such a bitch when you were just looking out for me”
Your eyes teared up as you spoke to her so she hugged you as tightly as you were hugging her.
“It's okay..I get that..they tell me not to take it personally..you both have been through something none of us can imagine living through” you looked down as she said that.
“That's not an excuse to lash out but I'll be careful i promise..now let's get drunk..it's been a while and you're going to reveal every tea about Aemond” she blushed bright red as you whispered the last part in her ear. You were happy for her, she deserved someone making her happy and gleeful like this.
A band was performing in the club and you noticed how Daemon kept looking at them while they played as if wondering about his own time on the stage, you knew he missed singing and being up there.
Afterwards when the group decided to go see Lily you chose to opt out but Daemon insisted and pleaded until you gave in, perhaps seeing him with you would finally make her back off a little bit and she'd realize that Daemon has moved on from their toxic relationship.
However as you all turned up at her place you saw a man leaving her house, you recognised him even though nobody else did, it was one of the major crew members at Queen Utopia, Danny something, you didn't remember his full name but he was the man Lily was with that night. He handled the maintenance of the cargo area.
As he walked past you he looked you right in the eye, you saw something in those eyes but you couldn't put your finger on it.
They always told you to not put blame on anyone as the tragedy was nobody's fault but what if it was somebody's fault? And what if it was Danny who had something to do with it?
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Of course, Lily was the reason. How could I doubt that 😑🙄. She could have called any other of her friends but because of the shared past of 10 years with Daemon she knew, he wouldn't let her down. Bitch... but I get her jealousy. That doesn't mean I like her or what she's doing. I also think the friends shouldn't tell Daemon what he should do or not. His life, his decisions. So now it becomes important that y/n and Daemon tell them about 'us'.
The poor flowers 🥹😅 but I'd do the same. The smut was delicious and I enjoyed reading it. Daemon is a sweetheart and I love how caring he is. Cavemon and his kink is hot, definitely.
I'm so glad that reader is there for him and cares about him... and that she told him about it. He deserves to hear that and he deserves that someone cares about him as well.
He didn't want to fall out of love again...
His feelings for reader are getting deeper. They're genuine and more than just lust. I'm curious what he was writing in the middle of the night...🤔
🖐🏻🖐🏻🖐🏻🖐🏻🖐🏻🖐🏻
Lily is lying 🤥... Daemon would never do that. I'm sure he knows exactly that if he slept with Lily he would lose y/n forever and him talking about 'us' and telling about it to his friends wouldn't make any sense.
Love you, queen ❤️
Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)
Read chapter 5 here // Series Masterlist
Chapter 6
Summary: Daemon doesn't show up for the date but he makes up for it.
Warning: 18+ sex ,period sex (if it bothers you skip the scene) death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could
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You sat there on the couch for half an hour before you began fiddling, when the clock finally hit 8 you realized he wasn't going to come. He didn't even call or text to inform you that he won't be coming and that's what hurt you the most because you had hoped that he cared at least that much. You were expecting such courtesy after what you both have been through together.
Perhaps he changed his mind or perhaps he realized that he was still in love with Lily. Your eyes welled up as you thought about that possibility, you didn't want to be that person, you didn't want to be someone to come between two lovers but a part of you always knew that Lily didn't care about him as much as he cared about her. Wasn't it supposed to go both ways? Ships sink, planes crash and in those moments she'd always pick herself up first.
As the clock struck 9 you felt the familiar churning in your uterus and knew there won't be any dates today even if he did show up miraculously. You grabbed a sanitary pad from the closet and made your way to the bathroom, cursing his stupid face throughout the way as tears filled your eyes.
You knew you were about to burst into a fit of cry sooner or later.
Around 9:30 while you were preparing a cup of tea after ingesting a pain killer you finally heard the doorbell ring. Taking a deep breath you crossed your arms, and stared at the door for a moment to make him sweat before you decided to answer it.
And Why did he have to look sooo hot?
You were mad at him. Completely furious but he had a maroon shirt on with the top few buttons opened that showed the silver of white satin skin, fitted black pants, his hair was ruffled in that ' i either had sex or a strenuous workout' way. He leaned against the door frame as he looked at you up and down, you still had that stupid black dress on. The bouquet of flowers he brought wasn't going to fix anything if he had fucked Lily and was swept back into her charms.
“What do you want?” You asked him so he gave you the flowers, you grabbed it and threw it behind you, feeling awful for doing that to those poor flowers but you were raged in the moment.
“Can I explain?” He asked you as he sighed deeply.
“Go on”
“Can I come in at least?” he mumbled as he stepped closer to you so you took a step back but he grabbed you by the waist and stopped you from moving, his body pressed against yours as he closed the door behind him.
“You could have called that you weren't coming” your teeth gritted as spoke to him, anger visible in your voice.
“But i wanted to come and I'm here” he answered nonchalantly and that only spiked your irritability.
“You're 3 hours late”
“I have a reason for that”
“Did you fuck her?” his brows furrowed in slight offense as you asked him.
“Noooo”
Your heart felt still for a moment as he diffused your fears, you were so sure that he was with her, fucking her and realising that he was still madly in love with her. As your eyes welled up he grabbed your chin between his fingers and made you look up at him.
“I'm sorry i have let you down” his tone was gentle now and somehow that made you feel even worse about the situation.
“Why didn't you come? Did you change your mind?” your lips trembled as you struggled to keep your emotions in check. The thought of Lily being the reason for his absence was too much to bear.
“Do you think I'd look like this if I had changed my mind?” You looked him up from head to toe as he said that as if you weren't checking him out as soon as you had opened the door. “I was on my way when Lily called and told me that she had slipped in the bathroom. I thought that I'd take her to the hospital and still be here on time but it took longer than i had expected” you shrugged as he said that to you. What a convenient fall that was from Lily, you felt so selfish in the moment but you were extremely jealous and hurt.
“Why didn't you text or call?”
“I left my phone at her place when I picked her up so I had to go back.. good because now I have your number memorized” he mumbled softly as he placed his hands on your shoulders to pull you closer.
“You memorized my number?”
“Mmmhm..you should too”
“Okay” you both stared at each other for a moment before he cupped your cheeks. You felt a surge of emotions as he slowly leaned in and kissed you, a gentle kiss that seemed to melt away all the tension and anger between you.
“Ummm is she okay?” you asked him as you realized that you might have overreacted a bit and had allowed your emotions to get the best of you.
“Her right leg is fractured but she'll be okay”
“How do you feel about that?”.
“Fine? She's going to be alright”
“I'm still upset for some reason” you told him honestly because you didn't want to pretend as if him not showing up wasn't affecting you at all now that you knew the reason behind it.
“I'll fix that”
He picked you up in his arms and turned around to press you against the door to kiss you again, this kiss wasn't as gentle though, it was heated, full of passion and needy.
“I really wanted to treat you right baby..I'm sorry” he mumbled against your mouth so you curled your fingers around his neck.
“It's okay..you can treat me right.. here”
“Sure can” as he lifted up your dress you placed your hand on his.
“I'm on my periods”
“So?”
He put you down and pulled your underwear down and placed it on the dresser next to you , grabbing your waist by one hand. He slipped his other hand between your thighs, teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore and had to buck your hips into his palm. Your fingers clutched on his biceps as you tried to stifle the shameless moans that were erupting due to his skilled ministrations.
He leaned down and sucked a mark on your neck as he continued to rub your lips, mixing your dripping arousal with the blood. Your fingers traced down as you felt the bulge in his pants rubbing against your midsection, that's how close he was squished against you.
“Hold your dress up for me darlinn” his words came out almost in that of a drunken slur but his voice was sharp and commanding so you quickly grabbed the hem of your dress to lift it up, a loud moan escaped your throat as he wiped his bloody wet fingers all over your thighs, making sure to clean it well before he unzipped himself hurriedly as if he couldn't go a second longer without fucking you right against this wall.
His cock was hard and leaking already as he rubbed the tip over your clit repeatedly, your arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted you up swiftly and entered you in one quick motion.
“Mmm is this good sweetheart..you alright?” You bit on your lips as you noticed the concern evident in his voice,
“I am in heaven..keep going please”
“Oh you sound so sweet like that love..do it again won't you?” He mumbled in your ears as he teased you with his torturously slow thrusts of the hips.
“Please Daemon..i..need you to keep going please” you mumbled sweetly, your voice went higher and turned more sensual than he had ever heard from you.
“I'd do anything for you if you'd speak to me in such a way”
Your hands wandered to grab his gorgeous ass, they were always begging to be held. He let out a grunt as you squeezed those cheeks.
This was new, he knew that, he also knew the raw electric passion he felt in the moment would fizzle with time like how it did with Lily but the way you had your arms around him and how tightly you were holding onto him, you'd continue to hold him in the same manner right?
Even when the sex would become a routine between you two he hoped that you'd still look into his eyes when he's making love to you and and he hoped that you'd look at him with the same passion you had in your eyes right this very moment.
He really hoped so, he really wished for this feeling to never end.
He didn't want to fall out of love again, certainly not with the woman who had risked everything for him..
“Why did you come darling?” He whispered in your ear as his thrusts slowed down again.
“When? Last night ? Because you're so good at this..?” he chuckled and pressed a soft kiss on your lips before his expressions turned serious.
“That night..you came for me..why? You'd have been on that lifeboat with the rest of our friends..far away from the wreckage if you hadn't done that. Why did you do it?”
Your eyes teared up as he questioned you ..
“Because you came for me first, remember?” you caressed his cheek with your fingers as you answered him even though it wasn't the complete truth.
“I was right next to you. I didn't't do you any favor. What you did was risky and life threatening..you could have died” his grip around your waist tightened as if he was afraid of losing you like that.
“No regrets..i..think about that moment a lot..that one fraction of a second where I see myself standing on the top of the deck with our friends and thinking if I had made a different choice.. the one where i never ran after you and that thought scares me because..i picture you all alone on that Island and it breaks my heart..” his own eyes welled up as tears rolled down your cheeks, his lips wiped those tears away and he picked up his pace again.
Every inch of his presence was burning with constant hunger for you, he was all inside you at the moment then how come he was still not satisfied? How come he still felt so hollow as if he wasn't already submerged so deeply into you?
He has been in love before and it wasn't a fleeting sort of love either but what he was feeling in the moment was something so magically profound, a feeling he had never really experienced before.
That wasn't it though, what astonished him was the fact that he never wanted to experience this again with anyone else either, he wanted you to be it, from now to the end.
As he came so suddenly inside you, your walls clamped around him and milked every drop of cum he had to offer. Your mind felt hazy as you convulsed against him, everytime he made you cum you felt your soul leaving your body for a moment.
You were still soaking in the orgasmic bliss when he took you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed, after cleaning himself up he came back with a wet napkin to clean you thoroughly, then he went into the living room to grab your panties.
“Do you need me to change the pad sweetheart?” he asked you softly so you denied,
“No, I have hardly bled on it” he proceeded to pull it up your legs. On the island you were using the same two pieces of clothes every month, you'd wash the other one and Daemon would keep it in the sun to disinfect it as much as possible, sometimes the life you lived on the island didn't even feel real, it felt like a nightmare or a dream depending on the situation.
“Had Dinner?” He asked you as he laid down next to you so you shook your head “Want me to cook?” He questioned, making you giggle in response.
“You can cook?”
“I have fed you that slightly charred fish for months.. of course I cook”
Before you could answer him he received a call from Cole, they were at Lily's place to check up on her and he was surprised that Daemon wasn't tending to her needs on hands and feet.
“Don't you think you're being a bit of an arse?” Cole said to him on the phone and Daemon excused himself away from you as he didn't want to have this conversation in front of you.
“What are you on about mate?” He asked Cole as his jaw clenched, he didn't really appreciate the snarky tone Cole was using with him.
“She's hurt and crying..come on..it's Lily..your Lily” Cole reminded him as if it was something Daemon could ever forget.. Daemon and Lily, that's how people always knew them together but he wasn't the same man anymore.
“I took her to the hospital and brought her back home..what else am i supposed to do?” he asked Cole in a frustrated voice, he didn't want to get tangled into her selfish mess again, not when life had something so precious and selfless to offer to him. Only a fool would let go of a woman like you, he wanted to move on from that failed relationship and explore the depth of this thing between you two.
“She's not wrong you know..You have changed man..” Cole chuckled and it only angered him further.
“Yeah well live on a fucking uninhabited island for months and then preach to me” he hung up the phone and when he turned around you were leaning against the bedroom door with a small comforting smile on your face.
“You should go check on her..she's hurt”
“Oh..I'll go but you're coming with me”
“Daemon –”
“Just come..let's just tell them about us yeah?”
“Us?” You asked him so he walked towards you and placed his arms on your sides, you had no option but to look up at his tall frame.
“Us..me and you..Us” you bit on your lips as he said that, he had a way of making you feel all flushed and warm with his words, one of the reasons why you were even attracted to him in the first place.
“Okay…Calm down cavemon” he was huffing and puffing about something so you traced your fingers over his chest, the half unopened shirt gave you plenty to play with.
“Doesn't it bother you? The way they're treating us? The way everyone is treating us?” he spoke solemnly so you sighed deeply as you truly resonated with the frustration he felt regarding the matter.
“Treating us as if we have just returned from a long isolated vacation? Yes it does bother me” you cupped his cheeks to make him look at you “But it's not their fault, they won't understand..for them the ship sinking was the worst of it all and it was a huge trauma in itself and they went on with their lives thinking that we were dead. But we aren't, we are back.. alive and well..so it's as if nothing had ever happened to us, they think we suffered the same as they did but it's not the same and it won't be the same. But you can't expect them to understand that. We ate fruits and fish everyday and slept on the bed of leaves..they hear those details of our survival and they think it was easy and that's okay..let them think that we had it easy”
He placed his forehead down on yours as you finished speaking, your soft soothing voice melted in his ears like honey.
“Are you always this wise?”
“Mmmhm” you smiled before you kissed him softly “Do you feel betrayed by Lily? Is it anger that's making you drift away from her?”
“Not her first time when she looked out for herself only. She was scared when she realized what was happening on the ship..I understand that..it's just hurtful that I didn't cross her mind even once”
“I'd feel the same way”
He didn't want to go see her tonight so while he attempted to cook you grabbed those poor flowers and placed them in a vase as you mumbled softly apologies to the mother nature for the disrespect, then you cuddled him on the bed to make him feel better. Daemon, not the flowers.
However, you awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of Daemon's pen scratching the paper. Despite your curiosity, you refrained from disturbing him, assuming he was in the midst of writing a song or a piece of music. So you simply snuggled closer to him, taking comfort in his presence as you drifted back to sleep.
It was surreal having no jobs but having all that money that would feed you well even if you never work again. It wasn't really the employment you needed but the passion for the art you felt so strongly about before your life changed so drastically..
The following day, much to your displeasure you went to go see Lily with Emma but you could tell she wasn't at all happy about your presence there and as soon as you had stepped inside her house you regretted your silly decision of coming here, you two would never become friends, even more so now that you were with Daemon. As Emma excused herself to go make coffee the air around you both tensed even more.
“Thanks for the flowers..they're my favorite” she said to you as she grabbed a cigarette. The way Daemon spoke about her you really thought she was against his smoking.
“I know.. Daemon told me..i hope you're feeling better” she smiled as you mentioned him.
“Of Course he knows me more than anyone..Do you mind or want one?” she pointed towards the cigarette so you denied.
“No and no..thank you though” you gave her a polite smile in the hope that Emma would return soon and rescue you from this uncomfortable situation.
“Look y/n..I like you and I feel for you..that tragedy was hard on all of us but me and Daemon..we are like soulmates. People come and go..but in the end it's me and him for each other. I'm telling you all this because I don't want you to get hurt by him eventually and then end up hating me for the rest of your life” she spoke softly. Despite her gentle tone, you felt the jab of her words and the dismissive attitude towards your relationship with Daemon.
“Okay ummm..maybe you should talk to him about this because I don't think he's on the same page as you anymore”
You mumbled as politely as you could as you didn't really want to offend her in her own space and her well crafted delusions but it was apparent that your words had bothered her greatly..
Her smile dissipated for a moment but she quickly recovered and gave you a sly retort. And then she said something to you that hurt you to the core especially after what he had said to you last night about you and him being Us.
“I don't think so..i don't think he'd have made love to me last night if he wasn't on the same page as me..he's just upset but he'll get over it.. he's my Daemon i know him”
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Note : Raise your hands if you think she lying.
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I love how you describe them trying to get back to normal again. They might be rich now because of the compensation payments but it doesn't really help to get back to a normal life again. You can't buy mental health or erase a trauma that easily.
Lily is selfish. Did she ever ask him how he felt after all that? She took him for granted and always did what was just good for her. For me, it was a fuck relationship, an on-and-off relationship without a deeper meaning. It was definitely not a healthy relationship. But Daemon was okay with it... but not anymore I guess because the wreckage and the fight for survival have changed his mind and his views on life.
Please don't hurt me Daemon...
Sorry, but this is ridiculous, Lily. And then she tried to humiliate Reader... what a bitch. I just want to do this: (no, I'm not a violent person 😂😉)
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Oh the miscommunication, but what were we supposed to do? It really looked like Daemon would go back to Lily. And he just went away... Yes, talking to each other especially when it comes to feelings is never easy but necessary.
But they got back together. Thanks to Aemond and Emma (they're cute 😍)
You're such a caveman...
...Daemon Cavemon
I love our MAN being a man. What a lovable, kinky, dirty boy 🩶🩶🩶. I enjoyed the smut 🔥and those lovely details like the shell necklace 🐚 and the bed of leaves 🍃. That was definitely romantic and thoughtful of both of them 🥺🥹. The morning in the kitchen was cute as f***k... now I imagine him walking naked into my kitchen in the morning 😏😏🔥...
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Hmmm...why did he not appear to pick her up for the date? Traffic jam, car accident, family issues, Lily? I have no idea... going to read the next chapter.
Love you, queen ❤️
Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)
Read chapter 4 here // Series Masterlist
Chapter 5
Summary: Life gets chaotic and feelings get mangled post your rescue from the island.
Warning: 18+ sex ,death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could
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You couldn't help but listen in on the muffled sounds of shouting that were coming from the room next to you and you felt guilty even though you had done nothing wrong. They were not in a relationship, they were not even dating the moment you two had gotten stranded on the island so you had done nothing wrong but that didn't mean you felt any better about it.
“Almost ten years ..we have been together and you are doing this to me now?” Lily screamed at him and her tone made him snicker bitterly.
“10 years right? And half of those years we spent apart because you wanted to break up every fucking time you couldn't handle our relationship” Lily scoffed as Daemon raised his voice, in the decade of them being with each other, even though Daemon saw other women whenever they were on a break, she never really felt threatened because it never lasted long, they were just mindless flings but you threatened her.
She was worried you'd replace her in his life. That you'd become the love of his life, his muse, his own.
“I'm allowed to take time away from us when I'm not feeling well Daemon..that's how a healthy relationship works” She yelled at him again, her voice laced with frustration as if this conversation wasn't really required.
“Yeah? Is that what it is? Or you just take off whenever you want to fuck someone else?” As soon as he said that Lily began to cry profusely and he didn't want to hurt her like that, he cared about her, a part of him of course carried emotional attachment towards her or so he thought but he also couldn't deny no longer that he felt something for you, his feelings for you were becoming increasingly difficult to push aside.
As he stepped towards Lily in an attempt to comfort her and prevent the situation from escalating, she began to strike him in the chest. Despite her outburst, he managed to remain calm and restrained her hands, pulling her into an embrace. He held her tight, allowing her to release all of the pent-up emotions that she had been holding onto.
“Just calm down okay?” He mumbled softly to her, he didn't even want to argue with her anymore, the time on the island has made him realize that life was too short and unpredictable to turn the same pages over and over again in the hope that story would somehow lead differently the next time..
“Please don't hurt me Daemon..i love you..I love you so much ..you know that”
Her eyes welled up as she spoke to him so he wrapped her arms around her again and didn't say anything, however his silence spoke more than his words ever could. Once she was asked to leave for staying outside the visiting time he walked into your room and you were pacing back and forth already in stress and worry. As soon as you saw him you began to ramble all your thoughts out loud.
"Look, I don't want to stand in the way of whatever you two have. I don't want to be the reason it's destroyed. I'm OKAY with us just remaining friends.”
You said to him, not really realizing how this would affect him. He was on the fence with Lily but not with you, with you he knew how he felt.
“Really? So we just forget everything we have done in the past five months?” he asked you as he crossed his arms in frustration, his brows were crinkled and jaw was clenched in anger.
“That was us being there for each other when we had no one” your eyes welled up with tears as you didn't really understand what he wanted and you didn't want to be his rebound girl again.
“Fine…If you say so”
That was the last you had heard from him for a while actually.
In the month that followed, you were faced with plenty of challenges, from dealing with lawyers for the compensation claim to then managing your newfound fortune that you had no clue where to invest. You also needed to take some time for yourself in regular therapy sessions. You weren't prepared at all to go back to the life you were living before all of this transpired.
Media had been on you and Daemon as well, everyday a new press reporter wanted to interview you, sometimes together which both of you denied, a documentary crew had approached you as well and it was a lot. Life was a lot these days and amidst all of this chaos you didn't have Daemon by your side which really pissed you off.
If he felt something more than just friendship for you then he should have told you that.
“Come on..get ready” Emma mumbled as pulled out a dress from your closet and threw it at you.
“I don't want to go, em” you groaned as you spoke to her. She wanted to take you to the Karaoke bar, Daemon and the rest of the group would be there too and he was the reason why you didn't want to go, well not really, you did want to go but how dare he just cut you off like that? Sure you were being a bit mean to him but you just wanted to keep your conscience clear.
“He's miserable too you know” your ears perked up as Emma said that.
“What?”
“Daemon..he's not happy, he misses you alot” you rolled your eyes in fake pretense as if her words weren't making you all giddy inside.
“And you know that because?”
“Because Aemond told me, they were drunk one night and he almost wept because he felt that he had lost you” Emma said as a matter of fact and it was hard to believe her words but the possibility that Daemon was miserable without you was heartwarming. Because you were absolutely miserable without seeing his stupid face.
“You're lying”
“I have no reason for that,” she retorted.
“What about Lily?”
“She wants him back..but he's not willing to do so again, like he tried but he's not able to”
After pretending that you didn't want to go some more you eventually got dressed but before that you made sure to remove every hair on your body because you hadn't done that in the past six months.
When you reached the bar the group saw you and you noticed how Lily wasn't happy at all by your presence.
You looked at Daemon and you thought he'd look away but he kept his eyes on you and you had to smile eventually making his lips curve in a smile as well.
“Y/n should sing, she's the only one of us who had never done this right?” Lily chimed in so you shook your head and chuckled.
“I don't sing..like at all” you responded as you chugged on your drink and looked around the group hoping that someone would rescue you.
“Oh come on..don't be such a party pooper..she should sing..right dae?” she spoke again and you really wanted to smack her gorgeous face.
“Go on..you're amazing you know?” Daemon said out loud and Lily's expressions faltered, you weren't Amazing at all, he was just being nice because you'd often sing to distract him whenever he had one of his migraine attacks on the island.
“Come on y/n” Lily gave you a smile so you chugged on your drink and decided to fuck it all, nothing mattered to you anymore. Sure she was trying to humiliate you and make you feel uncomfortable but you won't allow her to win this one.
As you stepped up to the microphone and the music began you recognised the Ellie goulding song immediately so you took a deep breath and prepared yourself for the worst,
“We ..we don't have to worry about nothing..we got the fire and we burning one hell of a something”
You began to sing and felt a bit off key in the beginning but as the song progressed you got the groove. You heard the group hooting for you and Daemon was smiling throughout your silly performance and Lily? Well, the only reason she wanted you to sing was because she figured you'd humiliate yourself in front of everyone but that wasn't happening.
“We’ll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky, cause we got the fire, fire, fireeeee and we gonna let it burn burn burn burn–”
The crowd applauded as you finished your performance, you had never done anything like this before but the time on the island has really changed your perspective on life. Once all of you were drunk enough you couldn't help but notice that Emma and Aemond were getting really cozy with each other and that piqued your curiosity..
As you excused yourself away from the group to grab a drink Daemon followed you and you couldn't help but glare at him, you were pissed.
“You're ovulating” you crossed your arms as he said that.
“That's what you want to say to me after a month of ignoring me?” you turned towards him and he stared you down. His gaze was unreadable.
“You didn't try to get in touch either..dance with me” You stood there, stunned, as Daemon suddenly took your hands and pulled you closer to him. His words caught you off guard, but there was a part of you that was thrilled to be asked. It was weird seeing him without the beard but you noticed that he had grown the stubbles again when he preferred to keep it shaven before, you also noticed that he hadn't cut the length of the hair short.
“You smell so sweet darling..close aren't you?” he mumbled as he pressed his nose against your neck and took a whiff.
“You're such a caveman”
“You know you can always call me to relieve your pain” he smirked as he mumbled in your ear.
“I don't need it anymore” you retorted and for some reason that managed to wipe the smug expression from his features.
“That hurts me”
“I'm not trying to hurt you Daemon--” your voice softened as you realized you were hurting him indeed.
“You're hurting me..you didn't even listen to what I had to say that night”
“What about Lily?”
“Why do you care so much?” his teeth gritted as he spoke.
“Because I don't want to hurt anyone”
“Except me..the man you lived with for five months”
“Because I had no choice” he huffed as you said that. You were saying things to him that you didn't really mean at all.
“You had a choice, you came after me, remember? You chose to endanger your life for me while she took the first boat out of there and didn't even think of me. You want me to spare her feelings? I am trying..but darling -” he cupped your cheeks and pressed his thumb below your chin to make you look at him, his ragged breath washed over you and all you wanted was for him to kiss you but you could also feel Lily burning a hole in your backs.
“Never mind” he let go of you and stormed out of the bar, leaving you all speechless and turned on and guilty at the same time.
Daemon took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up as he got inside the car and drove away. The last few weeks had made him realize that his feelings were not frivolous in nature, he might have gotten attached to you because of your situations and conditions on the island but that didn't mean what he felt for you wasn't real. Despite his attempts to resume things with Lily, every time he even looked at her, a reminder of you would flood his mind. It was as if you were always there, always present in his thoughts and emotions.
Daemon knew that his feelings for you were real and that they meant something to him. It was a realization that had come to him slowly, but it had become clearer and clearer with each passing day when he wasn't able to sleep with you at nights or kiss you first thing in the morning.
Daemon felt a mixture of emotions, but above all, he felt a sense of longing for you.
Later that night he received a text from you that you wanted to see him at your place and as much as he wanted to play hard to get he drove to your place and when you opened the door you were still in the sexy little dress you had on before. You grabbed him by the collar of his dark gray full sleeves t-shirt and pulled him inside.
There was that annoying but ridiculously hot smirk on his face that frustrated you alot.
“I don't want to hurt you daemon” you mumbled softly, your fingers were still clutching on the round collar of his shirt so brought his hands up and ran his fingers on your forearms.
“You shaved”
“Mmm do you like it?”
“You know I dont give a fuck about body hair” the tension between you two was palpable as you spoke to each other. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and you really wanted to feel him up close.
“You're a dirty boy”
“You like that” he mumbled against your lips before he kissed you passionately, tongue swirled into your mouth as if he was starving for a mere taste and you hoped that he was, because you definitely felt that way.
He picked you up by the hips and stopped kissing you momentarily to look into your eyes as you mumbled against his mouth.
“I have a surprise for you” you mumbled softly so he chuckled “An apology if you will?”
“Okay show me”
“Walk me into my bedroom” you pointed towards the bedroom so he took the lead with you still in his arms. As he stepped inside the first thing he noticed was the candlelights all around the room, the orange hue reminded him of the fire he used to ignite every evening on the island. His heart nearly leaped out of the chest when he noticed the bed of leaves on the floor right next to your bed.
“Ohh you sweet sweet thoughtful girl” he mumbled as he laid you down on the floor right on the top of leaves. “Apology accepted” he mumbled softly so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him feverishly, you climbed on top of his lap and wrapped your legs around him, his hands roamed over every inch of your skin, a gasp escaped your throat as he laid you down.
He took your underwear out of your dress and you moaned as he suddenly rode your dress up, pulled your legs apart and placed his head right between your thighs.
“You really shaved all over didn't you?” he asked you so you bit on your lower lip.
“Mmmhmmm”
“Now hair won't get into my mouth”
“Shut Upppp you're so so dirty …goddd Daemon” you tried to pull away but he grabbed your thighs and held you still.
“Why are you so squeamish? It's just hair”
You were going to give a sly remark but as he placed his lips on your nether lips the words died in your throat.
“Really had a dream about you like this sweetheart” you smiled and ran your fingers through his hair as he sucked on your clit, arousal dripped into his mouth as he turned you on with every flick of his tongue.
“You dream about me?”
“All the time..some more vulgar than others but my thoughts mean well i promise”
“I dream about you too”
“Mmmm I know that. You blabber in your sleep baby. As much as I'd enjoy making you quiver in my mouth I really need to feel your cunt around me…can i?” his voice came out all breathless as he climbed up on top of you, you had felt something sharp in his pocket before but now wasn't the time to have that conversation.
As he slid up you nodded and proceeded to take your clothes off as quickly as possible, he had seen you naked more times than you can count in the past five months so it didn't really matter..
“Pills?”
“Mmmhmm”
“Thank the god”
You gasped and were rendered speechless as his thick cock entered you, you had been waiting for this for months. It was a torture to have him so close but still not have him all into you.
“Feel so fucking perfect around me love..if only you were bleeding” he whispered in your ear and his words made your face warm.
“What's with you and my periods?”
“I don't really know..i can't…I can't make sense of the ways you turn me on”
You grabbed his arse and squeezed his plump cheeks as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, every thrust was slow and calculated, he wanted to feel your cunt restricting him, he needed you to suffocate him and he wanted to last as long as possible.
“Fuck ..y/n..oh love”
As he chanted your name between his shallow thrusts it reminded you of that drunken night when he had taken her name when he was inside you, things had changed since then.
When he eventually came you almost passed out from the sheer intensity of your own orgasm that mirrored his. Took you both a while to come out of the trance..
Even on the island he made sure to take care of you after every sexual experience you had shared with each other, it was harder to do so there but in the privacy and comfort of your room he was able to treat you like a princess. Once you returned to the bed he grabbed his pants and took out something from the pocket. Your eyes had teared up immediately at the sight as he wrapped the shell necklace around your neck and it was as if you could smell the earthly whiff of the island for a moment there. You had seen him making this but you didn't know it was for you.
“Romantic at heart aren't you?’ you teased him and his face flushed in response.
“Shut your nozzle before I take it away” you giggled like a cheshire cat as he kissed the tip of your nose.
“I love it ..thank you”
He laid down next to you so scooted closer to him. You wanted to stay in the bliss you felt in the moment but you knew sooner or later you'd have to have the conversation.
“10 years is a long time to be with someone Daemon”
“On and off..but I see what you mean..the truth is not lost on me”
“I know you care about her still and don't want to hurt her”
“I don't but I don't want to hurt you either..are you going to tell me that those five months we spent together haven't changed you at all?” he asked you so you sighed.
“Of course it has..that's not what I meant”
“Shhhh now” he caressed your head so you sighed deeply this time and fell asleep in his arms.
The next morning when you woke up your body hurt, not because of the sex but because of the hardwood floor, it wasn't the same as sleeping on the sand or maybe you were just complaining because you could afford to complain now that you weren't stranded on an island thousands miles away from civilization.
“Daemon” you called out his name but he merely groaned in response like he always does “you can sleep on the bed” you mumbled again but when he didn't budge you leaned down to kiss his temple and got up.
An hour later while you were in the kitchen he walked in naked, and that didn't surprise you either because you were used to seeing him this way after you both bathed in the sea. You snapped out of your thoughts when he pecked you on the lips.
“Morning love”
“Good morning..breakfast is almost ready”
“I'll go wash up then” you nodded as he said that
“I placed a new toothbrush in the bathroom” you mumbled softly so he gave you a smile. When he returned he immediately hugged you from behind and the position really felt like something you could get addicted to.
“This is the first time i have cooked since we returned”
“Mmm why aren't you cooking love?” he asked as he nuzzled his nose between the crook of your neck. He was being so soft with you.
“Why aren't you singing?” You asked him so he nodded as he understood your plight..
Your jobs were the reasons you were on the ship, that had attached a negative connotation to what you had experienced, it was really difficult to go back to your normal lives. The memory of what you had been through haunted you, making it hard for you to concentrate on the routine tasks that had once come so easily to you.
“I really want to fuck you while you're wearing just this” he caressed your collarbone and you couldn't help but moan in response as he pointed at the shell necklace, you had honestly never had a man be so interested you in such physical ways so his words sometimes caught you off guard. Was he really this attracted to you that he found nothing wrong with your body? You hoped so.
“And then what? Will we ignore each other for one month again Daemon Cavemon?” you joked so he chuckled in response.
“Not my plan..I need you and you need me”
“Mmm what are you saying then?”
“Let me take you out on a date, let me treat you right and show you that I'm more than that uncivilized caveman you are used to seeing” you couldn't help but giggle as he said that, however him asking you out officially did give you butterflies.
“Don't get me wrong..I do enjoy your caveman side, he saved my life on that Island” he smiled as you held his chin between your thumb and forefinger.
“Aren't you sweet first thing in the morning?”
“I try”
“I'll pick you up at seven, yes?”
You were excited for the date, six months ago you never could have imagined that you'd see the day when your crush would ask you out on an actual date but a lot has happened in those months, your lives had changed and for better or worse, it had changed together.
You put on a beautiful black dress, wore your most expensive perfume and did your makeup after a long time as you wanted to look your best, not that it would have mattered to him, he had his lips all over you even when you looked your worst.
With a smile on your face and bated breaths you sat down on the couch and waited for him, and then you waited some more but he never showed up. He didn't show up to take you out on a date that night.
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I'm so glad that they got rescued 🥹. I'm also glad that he didn't leave her alone willingly, his intentions were the best and then he got lost in the forests. He must've been so scared. 🥺. I would've died because of fear, all alone without any light and loudly crashing waves.🌊. There's definitely nothing romantic to it.
This experience, of surviving under heavy circumstances, has welded them together and they developed strong feelings for each other. They will never be the same, their lives have changed. Lily will keep annoying me and I'm sure she won't give up on Deamon that easily.
Lily when she saw Reader and Daemon together in the bed😂:
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Deamon is very hot, by the way... and a bit kinky?🤔😁🔥
Love you, queen ❤️
Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)
Read chapter 3 here // Series Masterlist
Chapter 4
Summary: You spend five months on the island waiting to get rescued.
Warning: 18+ death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could
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When you woke up right across the shore you were startled to find a crab latched onto your toe. With a sharp cry, you shook it off and sat up, only to find yourself feeling dazed. You looked around in confusion as your head felt heavy and body felt extremely weak.
The air surrounding you was unnaturally silent, and the sun was quickly disappearing beneath the horizon and that's when the memory resurfaced and you remembered the helicopter that had passed overhead earlier but where was Daemon?
He was nowhere around you.
You yelled out his name with a sense of urgency but you received no response, none at all, the silence truly starting to creep you out. Your heart began to race with a sense of uneasiness as you ran towards the makeshift shed he had built. But as you ducked down, your hopes of finding him there were quickly shattered. The shed was empty, silent, and lonely. The realization that he was nowhere to be found struck you like a punch in the gut.
“Daemonnn” you yelled out his name as you stepped a little deeper into the woods and in response you heard nothing but the chirping of the crickets. Once you were tired from running and screaming his name you stepped out of the woods and ran towards the familiar shore, you felt utterly defeated as you slumped down into the sands.
There was a helicopter but it was so high in the air, did they come down? And if they did, did he just leave you here because you passed out?
No he'd never do that to you. He'd never betray you in such a cruel way, the thought of Daemon leaving you all alone here to fend for yourself was utterly and completely foolish.
But then where was he? Did something horrible happen to him? Your eyes welled up as you thought of that possibility, he was the only reason you were able to survive this tragedy. Curling your knees up to your chest you looked around in the darkness as you truly felt that your last hope of survival was being sucked away from you, your hope was gone along with him.
You didn't even have the lighter on you as Daemon carried both of them, you both had retrieved the other one from a deceased passenger. The lack of the lighter left you utterly helpless, unable to even create the tiniest spark of light to give you a semblance of hope in the darkness. Every little noise you heard made you terrified of your surroundings, even the waves that brought you comfort in his presence made you afraid now. The thought that something could be lurking just beyond your line of sight was almost too much for you to bear.
You were all alone on an island and the reality was horrifying.
As exhaustion engulfed you, you gave in to your feelings and cried yourself to sleep, feeling as if surviving another night would be impossible. However in the morning when you woke up, you saw Daemon bathing himself in the sea. At first, you couldn't quite believe your eyes, feeling as if you were in a nightmare that you desperately wanted to escape from. The sight of him, alive and well, was a relief so profound that it had left you speechless but the longer you kept your eyes on him, the shock and relief was then replaced with anger.
“Where the fuck were you?” You yelled as you stormed towards him furiously, your voice was shaking with fear as you couldn't help but cry profusely, his skin was glowing in the orange sunlight of the day and his eyes were teary as he approached your fearful form.
“Is this a hallucination? Are you a hallucination?” you asked him again when he didn't answer you so he stepped even closer to you and wrapped his arms around your body as tightly as he could without hurting you.
“I'm never running after a helicopter again” he mumbled softly leaving you utterly confused out of your mind. That's when he revealed that he had tried to get the helicopter's attention by yelling and jumping, only to be ignored. He had seen the helicopter fly away without even noticing him and it was a crushing blow for both of you.
In his desperation to garner the attention of the helicopter, he ran after it but it proved to be a futile endeavor. When he was completely exhausted, he realized that he was even further into the woods than he had ever been before with you.
As the sun began to set, Daemon found himself lost in the dense, unfamiliar forest. He did his best to navigate back towards the shore, but the darkness and the unfamiliar terrain made it difficult for him to find his way back to you.
“Don't you ever do this again. You hear me? Never ever leave me alone like this” your voice choked on your tears so he wrapped his hands around you and pulled you closer again to comfort you.
“I'd never leave darling, I'm sorry..I'm so sorry sweetheart”
At night he turned the fire on and you both laid down on the bed of leaves he had carefully laid out for you. He was trying to apologize in his own ways and now that you weren't as scared as you were last night you reached for his hand and grabbed it in order to comfort him in return.
“It must have been awfully scary in there” you whispered to Daemon, who simply nodded in response. The forest had left several bug bites on his body, but at least he seemed to be holding up alright. You had applied some aloe vera on the bites to soothe the redness, and it was starting to help
“It was..i didn't think I'd find my way back to you and I kept thinking that I had the lighters..both of them and you had none” he mumbled softly, the fear was evident in his voice and that's when you realized that he was as scared all alone as you were.
“I'm just glad you're here…right where you are supposed to be” you clutched onto his fingers and he couldn't help but smile. Last night was a freakish nightmare that he never wanted to relive again.
“So am i..it absolutely sucked without you” you smiled as he said that “Are you in pain?” he asked you, referencing your period.
“Not as much, as it's my second day now”
“Hmmm that's nice…but i really want to be inside you so fucking bad right now”
As soon as he let out those words you placed your palm on his mouth.
“Shut Up?”
You warned him but it didn't stop him from speaking his mind to you.
“I'm serious ..i have this urgent need to just fuck you raw and senseless in this moment” you gulped as he said that.
That was possibly the crudest and sexiest thing a man has ever said to you.
“Well you can't..”
“I know…that's not going to stop me from thinking about it” he mumbled as he turned his head towards you to look at you “or wanting it”
He really was spiraling into his thoughts, he had never felt such lust for anyone in his life. He found himself consumed by his desire for you, a feeling that he had never really experienced before. The primal urge that he felt towards you was overwhelming at times, his thoughts were corrupted by you all the time and it left him questioning the legitimacy of these emotions. He couldn't help but wonder whether this was normal, or if it was just a result of being stranded on an island with you, he didn't want to hurt you or lead you on, he never wanted to hurt you ever again, that much he knew.
And he also knew that he'd never meet a girl like you again. A girl so strong and beautiful in the face of such hopelessness, he knew that was a rare find, he wondered how resilient you must be in your relationships, not wanting to give up until it was an absolute necessity.
“Well think about the possibility of a pregnancy and possible infections we can pass to each other” you mumbled to cut the tension so he chuckled,
“You're such a delight aren't you?”
You turned on your side to face him as you giggled so he did the same and wrapped his arm around your waist, he took out one of the lighters from his pocket and placed it in your palm. He was giving you the one that was still full, such small gestures meant everything when you had nothing at all on this island.
You didn't think you'd have survived in the woods all alone the way he did last night, you barely could do so out here without him. Your fingers curled around his neck so he scooted closer to you and placed his head on your breasts as he spooned against you.
As the days turned to weeks and weeks morphed into months, both of you had undergone a drastic change. You were not the same as you used to be before you were stranded on the island. Daemon's beard had grown long and unruly, while his hair had become unkempt. You had kept your hair tied up as well, to prevent it from getting tangled and damaged even further. The harsh conditions of your new environment had taken their toll on both of you, inside and out.
Daemon had patiently taught you the art of fishing, and you had found that you enjoyed the process of earning your meal in such a way. The thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of a successful catch, and the pride of being able to provide for both yourself and Daemon had become a simple source of joy for you.
The longer you stayed on that Island the more you were beginning to forget about the outside world, the world that you lived in before, the world that had other people in it. You were starting to forget that other people existed or that you had a life before.
“You look so pretty”
You smiled as Daemon sat down next to you and pecked your lips, things have been growing between you two lately. For those first two months he only touched you intimately during your period to relieve your pain but then it began to happen alot in between the days, moments where you couldn't keep your hands off each other, moments where you just needed to make each other cum. You were doing everything except the actual penetrative sex because you didn't want to risk your lives or add another life into this mess.
“Thank you, so do you handsome” he smiled as you grabbed his chin and caressed his beard with your thumb.
When you laid down he followed suit, the sun was beginning to set down and you absolutely marveled at the color of the sky at this hour.
He linked his fingers with yours and closed his eyes for a moment but they popped wide open when he heard the sound of a horn coming from the distance, a ship's horn. Both of you looked at each before you sat up and your eyes teared as you noticed the ship in the far distance heading towards the shore. Daemon immediately sprang into action, running towards the shore to wave his arms and attract their attention because he was afraid they'd turn around or not see him. Your heartbeat sped up more and more as the vessel got nearer and nearer.
This felt like a dream, a wishful thinking but it wasn't.
Sometimes later as you watched the men climb onto the shore, you felt a sense of overwhelming relief and joy. You couldn't believe that the long nightmare on the island was finally over and that you were being rescued. The feelings were so overwhelming that you ended up passing out again. You were slipping in and out of consciousness quite a few times.
This time however you didn't wake up all alone on the beach but in a hospital room, you were in a hospital, back into the real world.
You tried to speak but your throat felt so dry that it was nearly impossible, family and a few close friends were surrounding you, most of them were still seemed in state of shock and crying.
As the doctor entered the room, he immediately asked you to take a deep breath and relax. He went on to say that it was nothing short of a miracle that you had managed to survive all that time on the island without succumbing to starvation and dehydration. Your body had been pushed to the absolute limits and couldn't have gone this way for much longer.
Well that's what he thought, you felt wrecked at the moment but on the island both of you were preserving.
“Where is daemon..where is he?” You asked the doctor so he informed you that he was in the next room getting treated as well. It had been three days since you had been here, they had you on several iv drips to replenish the much needed nutrients.
Apparently the night when Queen Utopia had sunk, the storm and waves had swept you two away from the site of the wreckage to an island a thousands of kilometres to the north of London.
Out of all the people that hadn't been rescued you two were the only ones to survive. The only reason they went to the island was to search for the remains of the dead bodies of the deceased victims. It was just another pit stop for them. People who loved you , they all thought of you as dead.
Nobody in the world was actually looking out for you two.
That wasn't something you needed to know.
“He asked for you when he woke up” your mom said to you and your heart fluttered in joy that he was asking for you, you were really hoping to have a friendship with him in the very least “Ohh my baby how did you survive?” She asked you as she cried profusely but you were only able to caress her head in response.
Despite your own ordeal, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with sympathy for your family's suffering. It was clear that they were just as traumatized by the experience, and there was nothing you could say that would truly bring them any comfort and you didn't think you'd be able to describe in words how you two had managed to survive.
“I want to go see him..nurse please” you requested the nurse so she nodded and as she helped you to a wheelchair you became acutely aware of how weak and fragile your body felt. Every small movement was a reminder of your deteriorated physical state and the ordeal that you had just survived. It still felt like a hazy dream. A part of you still feared that you'd open your eyes and wake up on the island again.
All alone.
“Oh god you're up”
Once inside Daemon's room you saw Emma dashing towards you and felt a mix of emotions bubbling up inside you. She embraced you in a tight hug, her body trembling with emotion as she shed tears. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the magnitude of her happiness to see you safe and alive, she hugged you tightly for a good minute before she pulled away to wipe her tears.
The whole group was there, Aemond and Cole greeted you warmly as well but Lily merely gave you a smile. She was there by the side of his bed, of course she was there. She was the reason why you had even gone after Daemon that night.
When your eyes met with Daemon he gave you a smile and gestured for you to come to him.
“Ummm can I get five minutes alone with him?” you said it out loud so Emma squeezed your shoulder before she stepped out along with Aemond and Cole.
You looked at Lily so she crossed her arms and gave you a warm but unwelcoming smile.
“Glad you're okay y/n”
“Thank you” you smiled back at her and waited for her to leave but she wasn't budging so Daemon looked at her.
“Excuse us, yeah?” He mumbled softly so she leaned down to kiss his forehead and then she pecked on his lips before she stepped out of the room.
“I see the beard is gone” he chuckled as you pointed it out.
“Lily was insistent.. apologies love, i know you liked it”
“It's okay” you gave him a smile but your eyes teared up so he put out his hand for you and hoped that you'd want to hold him still. And to his delight you placed your soft little fingers into his palm. He woke up yesterday and the first thing on his mind was you, only you, they had informed him that you were very weak and fragile so that had him worried all night long but now with your hand in his a sense of relief and calm had washed over him.
"Are you feeling okay?” He asked you so you nodded before you looked at him intently.
“Well I have a case of emotionella” you mumbled a bit too seriously so he furrowed his brows and tilted his head in worry.
“What's that?”
“Well it's like salmonella but instead of a bacteria it's the emotions making me all sick”
He looked at you for a moment before he bursted into laughter, his laughter made you smile as well.
“We made it darling” his voice was shaking as he mumbled that and you could completely resonate with that overwhelming feeling.
“We made it” your voice choked on your tears so he squeezed your hand in a comforting manner.
“Now don't you cry when you're all hooked to your salines and sugars and i can not cuddle you better”
“You still want to cuddle me?” You mumbled awkwardly so he smiled.
“You don't want to?”
“I do..it's just..rules of the nature don't apply in the real world, we have to get back to being who we were before all of this”
You wanted to remind him that he had an ex he was so in love with that he was ready to sacrifice his own life for her.
“We can never go back and be who we were before this tragedy”
You knew he wasn't wrong about that. At the end of the week when Daemon was unhooked from the drips he walked into your room at night and got into your bed which didn't really surprise you. You had spent five months sleeping like this, it was one of the things that made survival bearable somehow.
“I don't think Lily would appreciate this” you mumbled cheekily so he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.
“Shes not my girlfriend and I don't appreciate the tone you're using with me”
His voice had a hint of playfulness so you curled your fingers around his neck the way you used to.
“Does it feel weird? Sleeping on a bed..even though it's a hospital bed?” you asked him softly, your voice had a sense of somberness to it. You were having nightmares about the sea but then you were having dreams as well that weren't actually that bad.
“It's weird, yes. Am I ungrateful for missing our bed of leaves?” He asked you as he propped himself on his elbow, there was an inquisitive glint in his eyes, your brought your thumb up to caress his chin and it was making him feel warm in all sorts of ways.
Daemon couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. In the midst of everything that had happened, he had grown accustomed to sleeping on the bed of leaves with you by his side. Despite knowing that he'd never want to suffer like that again he found himself craving the raw nature that they had endured together and it filled him with a sense of longing.
“No..I miss plenty of things as well about the island” you told him honestly and his eyes seemed to sparkle with the knowledge that he wasn't the only one missing parts of it that wasn't so horrible.
“Mmm? Like what?” he asked you as he leaned into you to kiss your forehead.
“Like–”
You wanted to tell him that you missed him most of all, that you missed doing everything with him but you didn't get a chance to finish your sentence because you caught the sight of Lily standing at the door, looking at him as if he had broken her heart.
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Absolutely, dear. Gabby is an amazing friend and we all deserve someone like her in our lives.
They're definitely the cutest but their road to love is a rocky one. Things will change soon...
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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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Gabby is wonderful and an amazing friend. We all should have someone like her in our lives 😁 and yes, that girl knows exactly what she wants and takes it. It's often that our friends know us better than we know ourselves but Sugar (and Loki/Luke as well) has to find out for herself what it is with her and Loki. It's not that easy to take her man and leave everything behind. We'll see why. Their road to love is a rocky one🥺👀
😅😂 the AUDACITY... sorry not sorry 😅 but it was the only place in the chapter where a cut was possible... be prepared, dear... it's getting hotter soon.
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Thank you for this wonderful reblog and your lovely words. It means a lot 🥹. Much love ❤️💚
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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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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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