Breakfast in Bed
Aspis woke feeling more rested than she had in months. Stretching sleepily, it took her a moment to realize she was pressed against the front of her captor, and there was something hard pressing into her back.
“Good morning, little one,” Loki drawled, his voice deeper, gruff and low from sleep. Aspis blushed as she realized she found it sexier as well, chastising herself for even letting that thought cross her mind. She was his prisoner. She shouldn’t be attracted to him at all.
She yelped when the fingers that had been lazily playing with her nipples squeezed down. “Come now, pet. When I speak to you I expect an answer.”
“Good morning,” she whispered, barely stifling a moan when his fingers released her, returning to their tantalizing patterns.
“Good morning what?” he pressed, trailing his nails down her side, making her shiver. She refused to answer; she wasn’t about to let this crazed prince turn her into his personal slave.
He flipped her over on her stomach, bringing his open palm flat against her still-scarlet ass. He continued to spank her all over, the soreness and pain bringing tears to her eyes again. But she bit her tongue, determined to stay quiet.
His hand snaked underneath her, turning her quickly onto her back, and Aspis was faced with a very awake, very angry set of viridescent eyes. One of his large hands encircled her throat, but she didn’t move, didn’t even try to fight it. He said he wouldn’t kill her. Time to test that theory out
His face was expressionless save for the fire in his eyes and the slight downturn of his mouth, but it was somehow more intimidating than when he visibly enraged. This look was unpredictable. With his other hand he reached out to brush some hair out of her face, letting the touch linger on her cheek.
“I will give you one more chance, little monster, to correct yourself. You will not like the consequences if you refuse.” His voice was soft but it was icy, menacing. She trembled, from the lack of air she was certain, but still said nothing.
Sighing, her captor let go of her neck and rose, making his way to the bathroom. Aspis gasped for breath, trying to regain her focus. She’d won. A small victory, but it was a start.
Loki emerged from the bathroom some time later, fully clothed. He looked at her with that thoughtful cock of his head that he had, taking in the sight of her still cowering against the headboard. And then he strode out of the room without saying a word.
It took her nearly an hour to move, too afraid to see what he’d done. If he’d done anything to her, to hurt her. But no chains sprung from the bedposts, no mysterious clone came to rain torment down upon her, so she shifted under the covers, burying herself to avoid thinking about her peculiar state.
She drifted in and out of sleep, not really needing it but not knowing what else to do. Heat was radiating from her core again, and she cursed her body for reacting so shamefully. The more she moved around, trying to sate her needs, the more aggressive they became. She tossed and turned beneath the silky green sheets until she was covered in sweat. Her thighs were also slick with her arousal. Why was her body betraying her? Never before had she grown wet like this, and now she was practically sopping wet.
Groaning in discomfort, Aspis tentatively reached downward, aiming to find that little spot Loki had tortured the night before. It had felt so deliciously perfect before the pain had set in, and she knew by now that she desperately needed to come.
But just before her fingertips could graze that delicate nub, an invisible force pushed her away. Frustrated, she growled and slid her hand back down, and again it was knocked away. She tried over and over, pushing against the unforeseen thing that was keeping her from reaching completion, but it always beat her, throwing her hands away from her extremely heated core.
No, little one , rang a voice in her head, you aren’t allowed to do that and you know it .
“What the fuck!” she yelled, throwing the sheets off of her, trying her best to ignore that they were now a much deeper shade of green. Fury boiling in her veins, she scooted to the edge of the bed, needing to get away from her wetness, from her smells. It was driving her insane.
As she went to lean over the side, her forehead hit wall and she fell back onto the mattress. Screaming, she banged her fists against whatever was keeping her in the bed. She even tried to use her abilities again to pull something to her, to try and get free, but the burning of the collar consumed her once more, and she fell back against the pillows in defeat.
Hours later, when she thought for sure she’d gone mad, she was rocking against a pillow, resting in the corner created by the headboard and the invisible wall holding her hostage. The mixture of sex and burnt flesh that assaulted her nostrils had drained her of tears long ago, and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to handle a full day of this.
Then the doors swung open, and Loki glided into the room, the green cape of his outfit billowing out behind him as if her were a hero, not her villain. As soon as he looked to the bed the unseen wall at her back vanished and she tumbled off of the bed, landing in an ungraceful heap on the floor.
“Pet, are you alright?” he asked with a tone of utter indifference, taking his sweet time as he strolled over to stand above her.
“Oh shut it, Loki, you atrocious son of a bi-” her words were silenced by the sting the slap against her face. He’d backhanded her so hard that her mouth started to bleed, her neck cracking as it snapped sideways. Then he hauled her to her feet by that infernal collar, his nose less than an inch from hers.
“Listen closely, monster . You are in no position to call me anything other than what I see fit. I am your Master, and I will be for the rest of your miserable excuse for a life. The sooner you accept that, the better. And if you value you pathetic little life, don’t you ever, ever intend to insult the Queen again. Is that understood?” She didn’t move, her eyes as wide as saucers as she stared into the stony depths of his own. He shoved her backwards to slap her again, blood splattering across the floor and on his clothes. “Is. That. Understood?”
She nodded, trying to do as little possible to avoid further blows to the face. But he struck her again, this time throwing her to the ground after he’d done so, letting the blood pour onto her skin as she wept.
“ANSWER ME!”
“YES! Yes, Master, I understand,” she cried, not daring to even breathe in his direction, her head cast downward, eyes glued to the floor.
She flinched as she heard him squat down, whining when he cupped her chin with his hand and pulled her gaze up to meet his. “There,” he cooed, his voice and expression completely gentle, “was that so hard, darling?”
She didn’t answer, quaking in his grasp. He leaned forward to place a ghost of a kiss on her lips, licking the blood off of her chin as he leaned back. His smile was sweet, looking almost genuine if she couldn’t see the hint of savageness that lurked underneath.
Releasing his hold on her, he stood slowly and turned back to the door. “Now, dear pet, I have many responsibilities that require my attentions this afternoon, but I assure you I will be back this evening to properly correct your behavior.” He held up a hand as she whimpered, cutting her off. “No protests, little one, you must learn.”
He was about to leave the room again when Aspis’s stomach growled again. “Lo- uh, Master?” she mumbled, trying to avoid further injury to her bleeding lip as she spoke.
She could hear the smile in his voice as he turned back to her, and it took all of her self-preservation to keep the raging fury in her blood at bay. “Yes, pet?”
“I, um, would I be able to eat soon? Please?” she stared at the carpet as she spoke, too scared to look him in the eye.
“Of course. How silly of me, I’d forgotten to send in some food for you. Get back in the bed dear, and I’ll have someone bring you something shortly.”
She would have rather done anything than get back in the bed that reeked of her own slick, but she was starving, so she did as he instructed. The second she was in she could tell the invisible walls were back in place, and she didn’t look back as she heard the doors close once more, leaving her alone.
If she’d thought it was bad before, the addition of her blood made everything so much worse. Aspis was fighting tears for the millionth time that day, trying not to get sick as she waited for someone to bring her something to eat.
There was a gentle knock on the door, so quiet she wondered if she’d imagined it. She barely had time to cover herself up with the stained sheets as a maid came in carrying a feast on a tray. The tiny woman didn’t raise her eyes, simply dropping off the large metal slab on the table at the front of the room.
“Please,” she pleaded to the girl, “please, miss, you have to help me. Please.”
The woman froze, and Aspis could see her hands were shaking as she tried to finish unloading her things. Still, she didn’t look to the bed.
“Please, miss, I’m begging you, you have to let me out of here.” The girl looked at her then, her thin form still trembling, but and hope Aspis had burnt out when she saw the look of pity in the maid’s eyes. She was loyal to the Prince, or at the very least afraid of his wrath. Not that she could blame her; he was terrifying.
Too soon she was gone. Aspis groaned and moved to get up, thankful she’d at least get to enjoy a decent meal.
Or that’s what she thought. She’d assumed that the wall would disappear when the food arrived, so when she found herself stuck again, she immediately started to cry. Everything was all wrong, so frustrating, and she thought she would drown in her own sadness before finding a way to get out of this place.
“Master?” she called out, praying for an answer, hating herself for stooping so low. But the hunger had gotten too strong, and she was getting more and more distraught as the minutes dragged on with no reply. She tried again, a bit louder. “Master?”
“Yes pet?” he answered right beside her, making her scream. She knew he could teleport, having done it with him, but she’d never seen him do it by himself, and he’d snuck up on her. “Did you need something?”
“I, uh, the food,” she trailed off, pointing at the table.
Hid eyebrows rose in understanding, a knowing smirk adorning his cheeks. “Ah, I see. Come with me.”
She was confused, about to protest when the chain leash appeared on her collar once more. She hesitantly slid forward, barriers around the bed gone, and followed him to where he sat on the long couch. She tried to sit beside him but he pulled the chains taunt, and she landed on his lap.
Aspis let out a frustrated huff but said nothing, determined to at least get what she came for. She leaned forward to grab some type of fruit when she was pulled back by the leash once again.
“No, my dear, that’s not how this works. Until you can behave like a good, big girl, I’ll be feeding you.”
She muttered under her breath but stopped straining against him, allowing his long arm to reach around her and pick up the fruit she’d been eyeing. He held it to her lips and she hesitantly plucked it from his grasp. It was like nothing she’d ever tasted before, the flavor exploding across her tongue, and before she could stop herself she moaned at the delectable juices.
Cool lips were on her ear in an instant, teasing her. “Little one, I suggest you refrain from making noises like that unless you want this meal to take an entirely different turn.” Her cheeks grew hot as he chuckled darkly, licking a sensitive spot just behind her ear.
The meal continued like that, Loki feeding her with his fingers and Aspis happily devouring as much as she could handle. She started to rela, leaning against his chest, and she was so caught up in her food that she almost didn’t notice the free hand that moved to cup and massage her breast. She tensed, unsure of what he was planning. But he kept feeding her, so she kept eating, alert and on edge, until she thought she would explode.
“There, do you feel better?”
She nodded happily, licking her lips.
“Pet,” he drew out the name in warning, giving her chain a slight tug.
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
“You’re quite welcome dear. Now, back to bed.” She started to protest but he ignored her, picking her up and sitting her down on the mattress. “Like I said, I’ll be back later. Try to enjoy yourself until then.” And he left after giving her a wink, knowing very well she couldn’t.