Pleasures of Her.

Sophia looked up at Loki, her eyes wide. Braless, a bit cold and still mad at hell, she pushed herself off the bed only to have Loki toss her over his shoulder again, her hair falling all over her face as she was upside down and she was pretty sure her left breast was being smashed against his back. Wiggling she whined.
"Loki! God damn it Loki! Put me down." she half whined out. She may be stubborn, reckless and fiery as hell but she was also a mere human being. Sure she could carry her own weight in boxes sometimes but Loki--Loki was a God. Or well a Frost Gaint but the same powers still lay there for both.
Giving her ass yet another swat he in a quick spin he ducked her under his arm and around his waist like he was dancing with her then quickly lay her across his lap. Giving her left cheek a hard slap he grasp her dark locks and tugged upward slightly.
"You defy me. You disobay me in public, in front of the royal staff. I am your Prince, Sophia. And you are my Princess." he gave her right cheek a swat.
Giving her left another smack he finally pulled her to sit on his lap "You are to be regal in public. Instead you wear items such as--" he waved to the floor.
"And inside the bedroom, you are to kneel to me. You are my Princess and someday Queen Sophia. You are to be elegant and royal in public, you are to wear the richest of gowns and respect me." he grasp her hair again, her dark curls knoting in between his long, pale and cold fingers of his right hand. Tugging her head forward Loki pressed another rough kiss to her lips.
Pulling her head back, he smirked down at her, his green eyes glowing almost.
"How often much I remind you dear wife of mine, sonner or later--" he leaned to hiss in her ear.
"They always kneel to me." he g...

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..., I have a wicked plan smile formed across his face and lips.
"You know, wife of mine, I should force you to kneel. I could make you bow to me right now. But since you seem to like to be stubborn, maybe I should force that stubborn gene right out of your body." he pulled her into his lap, her legs around his waist now.
"By begging. Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine and comes only from me. I pick if you reach that pleasure or not. You may not kneel to me tonight but you will--" he cut himself off to dip a hand between her smooth, soft thighs.
"You will scream my name. You will beg for more. You will respect me." he mumbled into her ear as he circled her clit.
Sucking in a breath, Sophia had a feeling by morning her ass would be red, her sex sore and her throat raw from screaming.
Come sooner or later, Loki would get her to kneel and she'd go it all on her own.