I've never written something quite this steamy before. Hope you enjoy~

'My Queen'. That was Loki's nick-name for you. For such a domineering man, he could be so sweet. Some nights, he made love to you gently. On others, especially if he had to deal with his father or brother; he took you as a king would take a chamber-maid. Not that you were complaining. You loved both sides of Loki but sometimes, you felt like you weren't exciting enough for the God of Mischief.

...

You patiently sit on the couch waiting for your lover to return home. You had already finished a glass of wine and refilled it, refraining from drinking any more until Loki walked through the door (or however he may appear). He was certainly in for a surprise, as the only thing you were wearing was a silky, emerald green robe. You had crossed your legs, showing off your calves. Earlier that day, you had watched a movie that had a scene with a dominatrix in it, making you inspired. Finally; he arrived before you, mouth open in shock.

"I was wondering when you would get home darling," you smirk, taking another lazy sip of your wine, twirling your dainty ankle. "Now, strip for me".

"M-my love, what has gotten into you?"

"Not you. Not until later at least," you run your tongue over your lips, causing him to blush. "I thought I told you to strip". Loki wasn't the type of man to follow orders, but the lustful look in your eyes and the authority in your voice made him feel so ridiculously turned on, he couldn't help but comply. When he is fully bare, your eyes hungrily drink in the sight of his toned body. You stand and saunter over to him.

"Here's how tonight is going to run. I'm the Queen, and you're my humble servant boy. If you're bad, you will be punished..." you rake your manicured nails hard down his chest. "But if you're a good boy, I'll ride you like a stallion," you purr in his ear, licking the curve of his jaw. Loki shudders and you smile.

"Kneel before your Queen," you demand. Under any other circumstances, Loki wouldn't dare submit himself to such lowly rolls, but this little game of yours had piqued his interest.

"Yes, My Queen." His voice was sarcastic, but you'd soon wipe the smirk from his face. You present your smooth leg to him, toes pointed.

"Kiss it." Loki takes the back of your leg daintily in his hands and begins plant kisses from the base of your ankle. He works his way up to your knee, hands sliding up your thigh. You stop him before he could progress further with a gentle kick, knocking him on his back.

"Did I say you could do that slave?" you taunt, foot placed on his chest. Loki was stunned, his blue orbs widened. You had never spoken to him like this before. You didn't have the physical strength to manhandle him the way he did to you whenever you disobeyed, but there were other forms of sweet torture.

"N-no." You drag your toes down his torso before ghosting his inner thigh.

"No, what?"

"No, My Queen," he breathes. You remove your foot and return to your seat.

"Crawl," you order. Loki stares at you intently before doing as he was told. You admired the way the muscles in his back moved as he made his way to you.

"On your knees, hands behind your back... Good boy," you praise. You had to stop yourself from trembling at the sight of him. After all, you were a prideful queen, not some meagre servant girl seduced into bed (at least for tonight). You position your legs either side him, opening your robe slightly before yanking the back of his hair.

"Satisfy me." Loki needed no further convincing as his head lurches forward. His skilled tongue never failed to please you. Time seemed to slow as he continued his endless administrations, pushing you over your edge. You panted, needing a moment to gather your senses after mind-blowing orgasm he gave you.

"Here, you must be thirsty my little slave," you drawl, pressing your wineglass to his lips. "Drink up." You knew that Loki didn't particularly care for Midgardian wine, yet he drank anyway. Somehow to him, the wine was tastier. When Loki had finished the glass, you signal him to rise and follow you into the bedroom. You push him into a seated position on the bed, standing in front of him. Loki's gaze burned as he watches you untie the sash from around your waist. The robe flowed open, revealing your naked body.

"Touch me," you command. One of his hands went to your nest of curls, the other to your breast; his mouth taking care of its twin. It felt so good, you almost didn't realise how subtly his cool hand had moved to your rear, pulling you towards him on the bed. You suddenly snap out of it when you felt his lips curl up, smirking against your curves. With a swift motion, you shove him on the mattress, biting down and sucking hard on the crook of his neck. Loki is unable to hold back the deep moan that escapes his throat. You hum in appreciation.

"That was a very naughty trick you played back there," you chide. "Naughty boys need to be punished." You grab both his writs and place them above his head. You pull the sash from your robe and use it to bind him to the headboard. Loki does nothing to stop you. His normally collected mind had taken leave of him. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but it was more likely that he was looking forward to what you would do to him next. You shift away from him so that you are once again standing at the end of the bed. You shrug off the fabric from your shoulders; the silky robe careens down your back and pools at your feet. The sight before you is utterly delicious. Loki's pale skin, flushed with passion, his Adam's apple bobbing in anticipation, his chest rapidly moving with heavy pants. The power you had over him was intoxicating. He's so aroused that it's almost painful. You claw him, mouth at his torso, occasionally nipping.

"Beg," you state, hoping you didn't sound as breathless as you felt. Loki looks down at you, tugging at his restraint. He could use magic to escape if he really wanted to. Hell, he could just rip the flimsy material, but he doesn't. You brush your fingers against his hardened flesh and whispered in his ear, "I said beg". You tightly grasp him and Loki throws his head back.

"Please, My Queen!" he moans. You positioned yourself over him.

"There now. Was that so bad?" You began to rock your hips at a steady pace, knowing you were going to have to do more work without the use of Loki's hands to thrust you onto him. Loki had shown you remarkable self-control in the bedroom before, but you doubted he would last much longer. You picked up your pace, trying to match his frantic thrusts. Finally, you reach your climax, Loki following close behind. You reached over him, planting gentle a kiss on his lips as you undid bonds, before collapsing by his side.

"Were you satisfied My King?" you ask, returning to your typical sweet self. You smile at the expression on his face, your finger tracing the contours of his collarbone and shoulders.

"Wha- what brought along this change in you my love?" You slightly chuckle at his expression.

"Well, you're just so powerful and commanding, making me a trembling mess. I just wanted to see what it was like from your side," you explain. "Besides, I may have seen something this afternoon that gave me a few ideas. The grin returns to his face as he looks at you with new eyes.

"Maybe I should leave you alone more often," he growled into your hair. "But tomorrow night I will be taking my revenge." You felt exhaustion sink into you.

"I wouldn't have it any other way My King". You nuzzle into Loki's side, looking towards whatever penalty Loki may deem fit. For now, you were happy you introduced your lover to something new. Loki watched as you drifted off to sleep. He'd never admit it out loud, but he quite enjoyed your display of total dominance. He quietly smiled to himself, hoping that one day; you'd treat him your little whipping-boy again.