Mia slipped in and out of consciousness many times before she finally found the energy to wake up. Her head was groggy and felt as heavy as a brick, but it didn't stop her from opening her eyes and trying to sit up. Well… that is until a strong bout of nausea ripped through her stomach and she were forced to lie back down and close her eyes. Apparently she had hit her head during the altercation with The Teacher, and, as it felt serious, she decided not to move. Mia wanted to stay in the comfortable serenity as long as possible before she were forced back to the holding room with the other girls; maybe if she lay still enough, they'd take pity on her and let her 'sleep' a little longer… It was only then that she noticed her soft surroundings. This was not the same cold, hard hallway that she remembered passing out in… Her eyes snapped open, and, even though the painfully bright lights were enough to blind someone, she tried to look around for some clue as to where she were…
It took a moment for her vision to clear completely, but when it did, she were amazed. The room she were in was a far cry from what she were used to, and even more luxurious than the rooms her had seen before. Though the more she thought about it, she came to realise that all she had really seen was the hallway… If she had enough capacity at that moment, she would have mentally face palmed for being so stupid. What did it matter if the rooms were nice? What did it matter if it was peaceful at the moment? Mia showed disobedience in front of Loki. That was bad…
Mia sat up, slower this time, and tried to forget the nagging throb in her temple and ache of her chest and throat. The room was large, and, most importantly, empty. A small, relieved sigh left her lips as she swung her legs from the plush daybed. Her body was aching all over; apparently she scuffle with The Teacher had brought back the pains of past injuries. Don't linger on the pain… Just forget it. Push it to the back of her mind. Mia grit her teeth as she struggled to stand. Her legs were shaky, and several times she thought she were about to fall back down to the soft cushioned bed. But she didn't, and even managed to stumble forward, catching herself on a near-by coffee table before she hit the ground.
Mia flexed the muscles in her legs, trying the shake the throbbing pins and needles sensation in her legs, but when the tingling sensation didn't go away, she resigned to her bodies nagging need for relief, and rested against the table. Mia sighed and allowed her brown eyes to scan the room, actually taking in her surroundings for the first time. The walls were a very pale shade of bone which made the room seem even larger than it was. There was a single wall painted charcoal, which had the head of a large, king-size bed against it, and a thin white veil-like canopy danced in the air above the bed, tangling around the ebony wood of the bedposts. There were other pieces of furniture, couches, televisions, small tables, and, of course, the daybed she were once on which lay directly underneath the large window. All of the pieces of furniture followed the same colour scheme, charcoal and pale bone, but there were small flecks of green that offered the only real colour throughout the entire room.
Wait… the window… her eyes travelled back to the window. From this area of Stark Tower, the city looked completely normal… There were lights shining brightly against the night sky, people walking the streets, and even cars travelling across the city… But she knew it was wrong…. New York was all but destroyed that day. Sure, Loki had ordered the repair of a few buildings, but not to this extent. Enough strength had returned to her legs, and she felt comfortable enough to walk forward. Mia leaned over the daybed and traced her fingers over the cool glass. How was he doing this? she had heard of his abilities regarding illusions… but surely he couldn't do something this big. Mia moved to kneel on the bed, and opened one of the smaller windows. When she looked out, she were utterly shocked.
There was nothing… no lights, no people, no cars… It was the same rubble she were accustomed to looking at from her shared room. Her heart sank… Mia knew what she had been looking at wasn't right, but still, it succeeded in getting her hopes up that the world could return to normal… Mia sighed and closed the window. That was when she noticed the thin wires surrounding the pane of glass. Was… was it a recorded video just playing on the glass? Was it a hologram? Why would Loki have such a thing in his room? Mia brows furrowed. Was this even Loki's room? Mia had made the assumption from the luxuriousness of it, but he surely wouldn't have something to remind him of the old days… Would he? Mia shook her head to try to clear her mind before turning back around to face the still empty room; a nervous knot had formed in her stomach.
Mia hated not knowing. Mia hated not knowing what was coming. That was the only thing she found reputable about The Teacher. If he was going to strike her, if he was angry, if he was pleased, he was easy to read, and she could tell what was coming… but now? Being left alone with her imagination in a place that, for all she know, could be Loki's room… it was torture. Mia's eyes travelled down to the intricately detailed blanket. She followed one of the patterns until it disappeared behind one of the many pillows and… a note?
Mia reached forward and picked up the small scrap of paper. Extremely elegant handwriting was sprawled across it. It read:
My Dear; please clean yourself up before I return.
The words echoed in her head… It was as if he had actually said it. A gentle shiver ran down her spine at the forcefulness and authority in his imagined tone. Her brows furrowed. Why were she so infatuated with him all of a sudden? Mia wracked her mind for an answer, but only came up with one, exceedingly ridiculous answer; Stockholm syndrome. Mia mentally slapped herself for even thinking such a thing. It wouldn't set in that quickly. She were being absurd… and yet, she couldn't let it go… She didn't know the reason, but she just had to know why she were acting so foolishly, so Mia forced her mind to work, even harder than before. But again the answer irritated her. Were she just physically attracted to him?! Really, that was the best she could do?! The thin paper in her fingers crumpled as her hands formed tight fists.
"I was unaware that what I requested was unreasonable." Quickly she looked up. Loki was leaning lazily in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.
Suddenly his weight shifted from the door and he was walking towards her. Mia were hypnotised by his glowing green eyes, unable to move or even think straight. However, she did feel the trembling in her arms and hands grow in strength the closer Loki came to her. It had become so bad that she lost her meagre grip on the paper, causing it to fall to the ground. Even with his overwhelming presence over her, she were determined not to show him the extent of her fear. However, he had crossed the length of the room in seconds, far too short for her to get he thoughts in order or strengthen what remained of her resolve. So what did she do? she lowered her gaze, and hoped that it would somehow make her invisible. It was a stupid thought, she knew it, and when his slender hand lifted her gaze, she knew her attempt had failed miserably.
"Do as I requested, now. Do not make me regret my decision to bring you here." He said darkly before grabbing the collar of her torn clothes and throwing her towards the open door of the adjoining bathroom.
Mia hit the ground with force, but managed to land in such a way that stopped from anything from being seriously injured.
"Yes sir…" she replied before standing and rushing to the bathroom.
"You can use any products in the bathroom, but do not take too long…" he started,
"Oh, and do not bother putting those rags back on either…" he added, removing the deep emerald scarf from his neck.
"There is a robe you may use." Even though Loki wasn't facing her, she nodded before closing the bathroom door.
****
The bathroom was just as expensive looking as the rest of the room. There was a large spa bath to your left, a double basin and mirror to her right, and an extra-large shower which covered the entire length at the back of the room. But she couldn't linger on it too long, get in, get clean, and get out. Angering Loki any more than she already had would only end badly.
After finding the taps to the shower broken, Mia settled for filling the bath. She went to one of the glass shelves and picked out one of the bottles. When she opened the lid, she were hit with the sweet scent of cucumber, ginger and mint. she were surprised just how much she liked it. It smelled clean, crisp and fresh. A complete opposite to pretty much everything she had been forced to live in for the past few weeks. she poured a small amount of the bath liquid in the steaming water before lowering herself into it.
She washed the grime from her skin, and any evidence of her scuffle with The Teacher from her hair and fingers. She gently ran her now clean fingers over the tattoo on her wrist. It was forced upon her when she were brought to Stark Tower. Simple bars with numbers… it was supposed to mimic a barcode. She had been brought. She had no say in what happened to her. Only her new owner could decide her fate. Mia sighed softly and sunk deeper into the bath.
Mia weren't sure how long she were in the water for, but when she removed yourself from the bath, she felt completely revitalised. She wrapped a towel around her body before throwing the fluffy robe around her. She were less than pleased when she realised it barely came halfway down her thighs. She sighed, even after pulling at it, the material refused to stretch. It probably wouldn't matter anyway… She knew why she were there, and, no matter what she were wearing, it would be gone before too long…
***
When she re-emerged from the bathroom, the first thing she saw was Loki, reclining in one of the couches with a thick book in his hands. He didn't even bother looking up when he signalled for her to come closer. She took a deep breath in, and held it for a moment before moving towards him.
Her heartbeat was in her ears, and she could feel a sudden weight on her chest.
Calm down... don't show him your fear. Be calm… Be impassive… Calm… Calm! When Loki's gaze finally moved from the book to her, she felt her breath hitch, and she tightly gripped the ends of her robe. She had to look away… she had to break the trance he had her in. It took all of her mental strength to lower her gaze, instead choosing to focus on the book in his hands. Mia could sense Loki's mood change from interest and intrigue to irritation.
"Sit down." He ordered dully. Mia sat down next to him, trying to pull the robe down to cover as much as her legs as she could. It didn't work… Mia felt the material ride further and further up on her legs until it was barely covering her at all. Loki placed the book on the arm of the couch and turned to gently play with the damp ends of her brunette hair. "Is something bothering you my dear?" he whispered into her ear. A shudder ran down her spine as Loki's hot breath hit her neck. Yes. There were certainly a lot of things bothering her. Why was he doing this? Why did he choose her? Why did he have a hologram of how New York used to be? All of the questions in her mind swirled around uncontrollably and made her feel dizzy. To stop the nauseating feeling in her stomach, mia blurted out the first clear thing she could think of.
"W-why did you stop The Teacher…?" Mia cursed herself for hesitating. Weakness wasn't an admired personality trait... Loki eyed her carefully before smiling widely,
"You wanted him to continue?" he asked in a playful tone.
Mia didn't like what he was implying, and before she could think, she reacted,
"No!" Mia said sharply, making eye contact with the raven-haired man. His eyes were so entrancing… Staring into his eyes, she lost all of her anger and, and her train of thought slipped away. However, her single worded answer echoed in her mind, and suddenly the tension in the room and fear in her own body grew. Quickly she turned away from him, hoping that if she remained silent, he would forgive her outburst.
Damn it… Why were she being so emotional?! Mia had been taught to control herself, she had been taught to be teased, and, if it was acceptable, flirt back… but not this. she were supposed to be emotionally detached. Mia shifted in her seat next to Loki, and, though she were no longer looking at him, she could feel his hungry eyes scanning her body. In and out… breath… calm, silent… If he wanted her, he would say so… Mia were sure she would be 'corrected' before the night was out because of her behaviour. She supressed a sigh and silently pleaded to whoever would listen that her resolve would hold out long enough to see her through the night. Loki's fingertips gingerly ran up her side. The shock of the sudden physical contact made her gasp and jump slightly. Loki chuckled, almost darkly, before placing his hands on her waist and pulling her towards him.
"From your reactions…" he murmured while tucking some stray strands of brunette hair behind her ear, "you have very limited experience with intimacy…" he huskily whispered into her ear before gently trailing his tongue down her neck.
A warm tingling rushed through her body, causing her limbs and torso to jerk uncontrollably in pleasure. Loki chuckled again as one of his hands slipped under the soft robe to roughly knead her breast. She suppressed a moan and clenched her hands in tight fists. She knew there was a faint blush on her cheeks, but she could do nothing to hide it. Loki was right. She had a very limited experience in regards to intimacy… And Loki seemed to enjoy that fact. He gently pulled the top of the robe from her shoulders as his lips sucked and nipped at the sensitive flesh of her neck and chest before finally bringing his lips to meet her own.
The kiss was surprisingly exhilarating, it was like small shocks of electricity running from her lips to… everywhere. God it was good. She couldn't help herself, she had to offer some form of physical contact, so she placed one hand on his shoulder, and the other on his neck. This allowed him easier access to her bare chest, and he took full advantage of it, pinching, kneading and caressing… Mia felt her breathing start to race, and she were almost thankful when Loki broke the kiss. Well… that was until she heard his orders…
"Go over to the bed and kneel." He whispered, pulling away from her. Mia tried to steady her breathing before moving, but Loki roughly grabbed her arm and forced her to stand and move towards the bed before she were ready. Then he himself joined her. For a moment there she had fooled herself into thinking the night may not be as bad as she had imagined… but now she were having serious doubts…
***
In the short walk over to the bed felt like an eternity, and, in that eternity, Loki had managed to remove his coat and shirt. Before she had the chance to get on her knees, the raven-haired man pulled the belt of the robe, making her small amount of coverage fall to her feet. She tried to cover herself, but Loki stopped her, grabbing her wrist tightly until she gave in and fell to her knees without any form of coverage.
Loki sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped his pants before removing them completely.
"You've yet to be taught, but here is a simplified version of the lessons…" he put his hand over her mouth and dug his fingers into her cheeks before pulling her forward till she were between his legs.
"You will suck and swallow what I give you, there will be no objections." His green eyes only conveyed a dark, craving need, which was only backed with the emergence of his semi-erect member. Mia forced back the nervous sobs in her throat and nodded. Immediately he released her face and offered her his length.
She took a deep, settling breath before gingerly taking Loki's hardened member in her hand. She ran her thumb up and down its impressive length while she took the tip into her mouth. There was an indescribable twist in her stomach. She didn't like this situation in the slightest… She felt dirty, and she had barely even done anything…
"Come now dear, you can do better than that." Loki growled whilst thrusting forward into her mouth. Mia very nearly gaged on his length being forced so far into her throat. A low groan left Loki's lips as he grabbed her hair and thrust forward again. This time she really did choke, and she were forced to pull away from Loki, much to his irritation. Suddenly his hold on her hair tightened, sending shooting pain through her skull. "I know Midgardian's are delicate, but if you cannot keep up with the pace I desire, you will dearly regret it." His threats made she feel even more nauseous than she already were,
"I-I-,"
"Don't bother apologising, just put your mouth to work…" he released her hair, this time allowing her to go at her own pace. However, fearing another angry outburst from Loki, she decided moving fast would probably be for the best.
Mia took Loki's entire length into her mouth, ignoring the protests in the back of her mind for air, before moving back and forth. Loki groaned loudly as his fingers once again tangled in her hair, but instead of forcing himself deeper into her, he helped to guide her movements, making the change between the directions smoother. She moved one hand to gently cup and caress his balls while the other moved to his thigh. However the absence of warmth on her own body, and the growing need in her lower regions made she desire someone's touch… His touch… Mia hand moved from his thigh to her own breast. When kneading wasn't enough, her hand skimmed down her body to her wet womanhood. Mia gently prodded and massaged her clit as her movements along Loki's member became faster. A soft, needy moan left her lips, sending a pleasurable vibration down the raven-haired man's length, earning a low, heavy moan from him. Mia slid her fingers deeper into the wet folds of her womanhood, but before she could feel the pleasant pressure of something within her, she were stopped.
Loki had a tight hold of her arm, not allowing her to move in inch, which also meant her mouth was still filled with his member.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" he asked. When she didn't answer, his hold on her arm tightened so much that she thought her bone was going to snap like a twig. As quickly as she could, she shook her head and removed her hand from her nether regions. Loki grinned wickedly and pulled her slightly damp fingers to his mouth before taking them into his mouth. Even such a small gesture sent a ripple of pleasure through her. Having apparently sensed this, Loki released her hand and gestured for her to finish.
Loki was groaning far more often than before, it could have been because of her faster, deeper movements, or it could have been because he was nearing his end. She had hoped for her own sake that it was both. The mixture of his heavy wanton breathing and loud moans made the fiery desire in her burn even harder,
"Look up at me." He ordered, roughly entwining his hand in her brunette hair. She did as he asked and looked up. Almost immediately she felt his hips begin to buck against her motions. The unexpected motion from the man above her took a moment to become accustomed to, but she couldn't focus on it… Just keep moving. Back and forth, deeper… She started pressing her tongue along his member as she moved. Loki began softly moaning something she couldn't quite understand, but when he threw his head back, she knew what was coming. No pun intended. Loki's member twitched within her mouth as his hot seed was sent deep into her throat. His hold on her hair tightened for the duration of his climax, and his hips pressed deeper into her mouth, but once the pleasurable waves were over, she were released and fell to the ground at his feet.
That was when what she had been told rang in her mind. "You will suck and swallow what I give you, there will be no objections." Though she did not like the taste, or idea of swallowing his seed, she forced yourself to, and once it was gone, she were left gasping for air. Mia stomach was flipping on itself and, even though she had just had a bath, she felt dirtier than when she had entered the room. Loki chuckled,
"Good girl… most fully trained girls forget that rule. Even if there were… difficulties to begin with, you have more than made up for them with this." The amused tone in his voice made she feel even worse. She didn't want to be seen by anyone at that moment, yet she could feel his eyes scanning her. She didn't want to acknowledge what had just happened, yet he was praising het. Wait… he was praising her. Another, self-automated, response rang in her head,
"Thank you Sir…" Mia murmured. Loki let out an irritated huff before hauling her to her feet and pulling her onto his bed.
"You are more fun when you act on your own instincts my Dear…" he said with a smirk while climbing on top of her. "I would appreciate it if you would act of your own will for a little while…" The superior grin on his face sent a nervous wave through her chest, but something in his eyes told her he was actually being truthful…
"M-Mia…" She corrected him. She had broken several curtesy rules already and he had yet to punish her, so why not this one as well? Loki's eyebrows rose,
"Very well then, Mia." She hated to admit it, but when he said her name her breath hitched. "I'm going to reward your interesting behaviour Mia with a night you will not forget." Again her breath hitched, but for an entirely different reason this time. This time Loki's hand had found its way down to her wet nether regions, and he began prodding and teasing her awaiting entrance. "How badly do you want it?" he was grinning as she struggled to control her own body, he then pressed the tips of two of his fingers into her
.
Oh god… she supressed a moan and tried to stop her hips from bucking forward. Why was he so good at making she want him?
"I will get an answer out of you." He growled, pressing his fingers deep into her. She wanted to answer, but the overwhelming pleasure rendered her speechless. Wait… did she really want to give him what he wanted? Was there some part of her that wanted him to do this to her? Again he waited for an answer, and again he didn't get one. He smirked and leaned down, taking the hard bud of her nipple in-between his teeth as his fingers moved faster and faster within her, hitting every sensitive place within her womanhood they could reach. The strain from before lowered her lungs capacity to hold a breath in, and so she were forced to open her mouth for air, which also meant the moans her tried to suppress came flying from her throat. Loki's grin widened when her walls of security were finally broken down. Instead of gentle teasing, Loki bit down on her nipple, sending sharp, electrifying pain through her chest. However between Loki's fingers pounding into her, and the feel of his free hand running up and down her side, the pain was overwhelmed by pure pleasure.
Loki released her nipple and sucked on the sensitive skin of her breast before pulling away slightly,
"How badly do you want me?" he asked, more forcefully this time. Between the muddled thoughts in her head, and the sharp gasps and moans that escaped her lips, Mia somehow managed to put a semi-intelligible sentence together,
"Yes! Oh God, I want you, I want you so badly, please!" she lost her battle with her own hips and bucked up against Loki's hand, who chuckled at her response. All of a sudden, the friction and presence of Loki's hand in her lower regions was gone, but replaced quickly with the overwhelming pressure and pleasure of Loki's large member.
Mia barely had time to adjust to his size before he began pounding deep into her. Her mind was spinning, and she were overpowered with nothing but pleasure. It was amazing. She had never been taken so roughly before, and, while it made her sound like a masochist, she loved it. One of Loki's hands moved to stabilise her hips, while the other was used to hold his weight just off of her. Her mouth fell open and loud moans flew freely, echoing in the large room, and probably all the way down the hall. Loki angled his hips, and pressed as deeply as he could before removing his manhood almost all of the way, and then returning to that same deep place within her. One of her hands clenched tightly at the bed sheets, the other moved to Loki's back, and, while she knew it may have hurt, she just couldn't stop her nails from digging into his flesh. The raven-haired man groaned and hardened his grip on her hips before he harshly pressed his lips to her.
It was nothing like the kiss from earlier in the night. This one was filled with deep passion, no, that wasn't it… It was a primal need for release that had overcome the both of them. The hand that once held the sheets moved to tangle in Loki's raven locks while his hand moved from her hips to waist. Mia felt his tongue gingerly run across her bottom lip before he forcefully entered her mouth with the pink muscle. His tongue danced with her own before it moved to explore every crevasse of her mouth, but it wasn't enough… She needed more… more friction, more of him. Mia wrapped her legs around Loki's waist, eliminating the need for his hand to steady her waist, so he allowed it to roam her body, which it did, rather greedily. His hand moved up her side and teased her breast, then caressed her collarbone. It was overwhelmingly wonderful. Suddenly the kiss broke, and Loki pinned both of her arms tightly to the bed above her head. Her body went from being warm and pleasurably comforting to starkly cold, but from this angle, Loki's thrusts and grinds against her hips sent a far more pleasurable sensation through her.
The more he rocked against her, the more the muscles in her stomach constricted. she groaned loudly, thinking it impossible for her muscles to tighten any more than they already had, and she were right. Instead of the surprisingly pleasant pressure in her stomach, there was an uncontrollable wave of pleasure that crashed like waves over her entire body. Arching her back against Loki's body, she threw her head back, unable to even moan. Then suddenly her hips bucked upwards wildly as her throat finally came back to life, allowing her to scream Loki's name. Loki thrust into her tight core a few more times before his climax ravaged his body, and, for the second time tonight, his hot seed was sent deep into her.
She lay there, covered in sweat with ragged breathing. Loki finally released her wrists and lay down in the bed next to her, collecting his thoughts and regaining his composure. After a few moments he turned to her,
"We're done…" he whispered into her ear before kissing her temple.
"Now get out." He growled before literally throwing her from his bed.
What did she expect really? Did she expect him to hug and admit his love to her after one night together? Get real… There were dozens of girls he had spent several nights with who he treated far better than her… she here nothing more than a means for release to him. Nothing more than a whore… Mia knew it, as did he. She stood on shaky legs, a painful tingling emerged in her lower regions. She gathered the white robe from the floor and turned to Loki,
"You may keep the robe," he said coldly, turning away from her and pulling the sheets over his body. The lights went out at that moment.
"Thank you… Loki…" She murmured before turning to leave.
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