Carol woke up in the morning with a start, cocooned in Loki's warm embrace as the memories came flooding back to her. She groaned, rubbing her face. It happened again.
She didn't know how, but the combination of Loki's softly spoken words, his touch both gentle and demanding, and she had forgotten all the promises she had made to herself, as he stripped away her stoic demeanor that had protected her for so long.
It wasn't like when he used his abilities on her at all. She remembered all of it, even willingly took part in it. It was like she was drowning, surrendering a piece of herself each time she gave in to Loki.
She felt his hand tracing slow circles on her stomach, and felt a blush on her cheeks, realizing he had been awake this whole time. She clenched her jaw, fighting against the pull of desire she felt for him, even now.
It continued like this for the next few days, Loki constantly pushing her boundaries. What few remained, but something had fundamentally changed after that night. Loki's touches grew bolder. His eyes followed her, full of mischief, tracing patterns on the back of her neck, tugging and twisting her plug as he held her close.
In the evenings, as they lay together in bed, his fingers would dance across her collarbone, down her abdomen, her back, between her thighs. At times, it felt like he knew her body even more intimately than she did, bringing her to new heights of pleasure each night.
As much as she resisted him, as many times as she promised herself it would be different this time, she always found herself in the same place, screaming out Loki's name as he made her cum.
Then there was the plug. She had demanded, even pleaded with Loki remove it on more than one occasion, but to her growing frustration, he refused her each time with that same smug expression on his face as he continued to tease her.
The worst part was the growing realization he was right. She was slowly getting used to its presence inside her, the dull ache slowly fading away day by day.
She still felt its presence inside her, stretching her back passage wide, but she no longer felt the same discomfort she felt before.
In the quieter moments she thought about her time with the Kree, what they had done to her, taking away her memories, conscripting her into their army to fight an enemy she only now realized she knew next to nothing about.
She thought about what she would do when she finally escaped Loki, still holding onto the sliver of hope that another opportunity would present itself.
She considered the possibility of returning to Earth, but how long would it take for Loki to find her again? Days? Weeks? And what was she even returning to back on earth? Who was she going back to? Was a court martial waiting for her? Did the air force think she went AWOL?
The memories of her past life, back on earth, with the Kree, they all felt so distant now, almost as if a lifetime had passed.
She thought about the times Loki made her suck his cock, no longer limiting himself to the bedroom. The bridge, the dining room, the hallways, it didn't seem to matter to him.
Loki was insatiable, and she found herself resisting him less and less, enjoying the taste of his essence, even finding a shocking amount of pleasure in her submission to him in those private moments.
She felt powerless in his presence, stripped of her armor, her training, even her powers, and yet she never felt more safe than in his presence, and with each passing day, the boundary between pleasure and submission became more blurred.
***
Carol blinked, looking around in confusion. The last memory she had was falling asleep in Loki's arms, and now she was mingling at a fancy cocktail party.
'I'm dreaming again,' she quickly realized.
Catching a reflection of herself in a mirror, she took in her appearance. She was wearing a black evening gown. It was tight, hugging her every curve like a second skin.
As she looked at the other partygoers, she came to another realization. She was back on earth. She couldn't tell what time period exactly, but it looked to be around the time the Kree kidnapped her.
She could feel the eyes of the men on her, even a few of the women, following her every move, some when their wives or husbands weren't looking, and others far more brazen. She felt a smirk form on her face as she pretended not to notice the stares.
She walked through the hall, picking up on tidbits of their conversations, not surprised to learn it was Mr. Odinson's home, a wealthy businessman, and today was his birthday.
She knew it wouldn't be long before Loki revealed himself, and whatever was in store for her in this dream would play itself out soon. She felt almost resigned to her fate, unable to warn her dream self as her world came crashing down around her.
Her dream self moved with purpose, clearly already familiar with the layout of the manor, but it left her curious. What was she doing here? It was usually Loki that came to her, not the other way around.
It wasn't long before she stopped, forced to make small talk with an old married couple. She could feel the forced smile on her face as they exchanged pleasantries. Whatever her purpose here, it didn't involve interacting with the other guests, but none the less she picked up on some valuable information.
In this dream, she was Lady Danvers and had arrived from Italy several months ago. The party she was attending was in upstate New York.
She felt a small amount of relief at the revelation. Unlike her other dreams, she had both wealth and power, and for a change, a lot more than Loki, but it still worried her she hadn't seen him yet, and at his own party as well.
The old married couple had mentioned that he was a workaholic, but would make an appearance later in the evening.
Even while Lady Danvers maintained her conversation with the couple, her eyes darted around the room, settling for brief moments on the guards, the locked doors, and the exits, making Carol suspect that her dream self was far more than the social butterfly she presented herself as.
She wished she could warn her dream self about Loki, to leave the party, and never look back, but she knew she couldn't. She was simply a passenger, able to hear, see, and feel everything that happened to her, but had no control over her actions.
At that errant thought Lady Danvers champaign glass slipped from her fingers, her eyes widening.
Carol did a double take, wondering if she had imagined it, but for a split second it felt like she was in control of the body she was inhabiting, but the feeling was gone an instant later.
Lady Danvers apologized as a server rushed over, quickly cleaning up her spilled drink. She used the break in the conversation with the couple to excuse herself, gliding across the room as she made her way to an empty hallway.
Carol watched curiously as Lady Danvers walked down the hallway, wondering what she was up to. The hallway led to a dead end, and she didn't seem at all interested in the many doors she passed along the way, coming to a stop at the end of the hall.
Lady Danvers glanced behind her, making sure she was alone, then up at the ceiling before smiling. That was when Carol realized she was looking for security cameras, and from her smirk, it appeared there weren't any.
'NO!' Carol thought. 'It's a trap! Just leave!'
It happened again. Lady Danvers stumbled. This time, Carol was sure she hadn't imagined it. She was in control, but just like last time, the moment was fleeting and Lady Danvers was back in control again.
Lady Danvers reached up, pulling on a light fixture, and watched as a section of the wall slid back, revealing a dark and empty room. From the cobwebs on the walls, the dust on the floor, and the musty spell she could tell the room hadn't been used in decades.
Lady Danvers reached into her purse, pulling out a small flashlight as she searched the room, smiling when she saw a dumbwaiter along the wall. It was old, clearly built at the same time as the house, and hadn't been used for quite some time.
Carol wondered why Lady Danvers found this place so interesting, but when she opened the dumbwaiter, it all became clear. Inside it was a bag, one that Lady Danvers clearly expected to find there.
Inside, she found a black bodysuit, including a pair of knee-high boots, and a domino mask to cover her face.
Lady Danvers slipped out of her party dress, quickly dawning the bodysuit, boots, and mask with practiced ease.
She was a cat burglar, here to rob Loki, but Carol was confused. Why would her alter ego want to rob him? She was clearly wealthy, far more than Loki, if the whispered conversations from his party guests were anything to go by.
Carol got a sinking feeling as Lady Danvers put her party dress in the bag and set it aside before pulling out a panel from inside the dumbwaiter, removing the top, then squeezed inside, crawling up the shaft.
Lady Danvers silently climbed up the shaft, her breathing steady as she climbed higher, pressing her hands and feet to the sides of the shaft as she shifted her weight from side to side, silently climbing up the shaft.
She heard the faint noises of the party through the walls, but kept climbing until she reached what she assumed was the top floor of Loki's house. She pushed open the door a crack, taking a quick peek around before crawling out of the shaft.
Carol got a bad feeling as Lady Danvers pressed her ear to the wall, hearing only silence, not even the sounds of the party going on downstairs. 'Where is he?' she thought, wondering why Loki still hadn't shown himself.
She felt a glimmer of hope as Lady Danvers puled a lever, opening the secret passage, and poked her head outside. There was no one. No guards, not even security cameras on this floor.
She allowed herself to hope. Maybe this was a dream where she would escape, or better yet, one where she finally beat Loki.
Lady Danvers crept into the hallway, staying low to the ground as she snuck through the empty hallways, keeping her eyes peeled for guards.
She quickly pressed herself against the wall as she heard footstep. She felt her heart hammering in her chest as they got closer, only a few feet away from her now.
She reached down, strapped to her thigh was a dart gun. She drew it, holding it steady as she peeked around the corner, breathing a sigh of relief when she spotted a dark-haired man turn towards the staircase.
Carol didn't have to see his face to know who he was. The way he walked, his build, how he carried himself, it was a dead giveaway. Even in her dreams, those parts of Loki always remained the same.
She felt relieved as Loki walked down the stairs, not even looking back, but still worried about what Lady Danvers was here for. It was to steal something. She'd worked that part out already, but still had no idea what Loki had that would even interest someone like Lady Danvers.
Lady Danvers continued down the hallway, retracing Loki's footsteps until she found herself in front of a large set of mahogany doors. She tried the door knob, finding it locked, but she was undeterred, reaching for a set of lock picks strapped to her wrist, and in short order got through the old iron lock.
Lady Danvers walked into the room, silently shutting the door behind her before looking around. It was obviously Loki's study. Next to the window was a large wooden desk, a computer sitting atop it.
A drinks table sat along the side wall with a few chairs and a sofa positioned around it.
The entire room was richly appointed, a mix of mahogany and dark leather in exactly the style Loki preferred, and hanging behind the desk was a large portrait of Loki himself.
Lady Danvers snorted, not surprised at all by how vain Odinson was. With an ego as big as his, she wondered if he would even notice what she took tonight.
She walked to the portrait, swinging it open to reveal a wall safe. She looked at it for a long moment, examining the make and model. Then she pressed her ear against the door slowly turning the dial until she heard a soft click. She turned the dial in the opposite direction, stopping when she heard another click before turning it again. After hearing the third click, she smiled, pulling the handle, and opening the safe.
Carol watched as Lady Danvers went through the safe, ignoring the stacks of cash, rummaging around until she found a black case. When Lady Danvers opened it, Carol understood why she had no interest in Loki's money.
The gold necklace sitting inside had to be worth millions, encrusted with diamonds and intricately detailed, clearly made by a master jeweler.
Smiling, Lady Danvers put on the necklace and tucked it into her body suit, turning around to leave the way she had come.
She was going to wear out the necklace, right under Odinson's nose, without him being any the wiser.
Carol still couldn't understand why Lady Danvers even bothered. From the whispered conversations about her, she knew she didn't need to steal to get her hands on something like this.
Just as Lady Danvers reached the door, she heard the door click. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked around the room for a place to hide, but there wasn't enough time.
She leaned against the wall as she pulled out her dart gun, intending to shoot the person stepping through the door.
Carol recognized the mop of dark hair immediately. It was Loki, and just as Lady Danvers pulled the trigger, Loki moved, stepping to the side, his hand flying up and grabbing Lady Danvers's wrist, deftly twisting the dart gun out of her hand, letting it clatter to the floor.
"Lady Danvers," Loki remarked, turning to look at her unperturbed. "What a pleasant surprise. I was hoping to run into you downstairs. Imagine my surprise when you were nowhere to be found."
Lady Danvers's eyes widened behind her mask in surprise. Odinson somehow knew who she was. but she remained silent, staring down Loki before snapping out a kick to his head.
Loki raised his arm, blocking her kick, and pushed her back, sending her tumbling to the floor in a heap.
Carol sighed, already knowing how this was going to end. Loki was going to overpower her, or use another one of his trick to defeat her, then she would be at his mercy.
"Lady Danvers," Loki tsked, offering his hand to help her up. "Come now, such displays are beneath a woman of your station."
Lady Danvers shoved away Loki's offered hand as she scrambled back to her feet, getting into a fighting stance.
"No need for all that, Lady Danvers," Loki said, walking around her as he moved behind his desk, not even turning around as Lady Danvers rushed to the door. "And I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Something about Loki's casual tone brought Lady Danvers to a stop as she stood in the doorway, turning around to face him again.
Loki turned around the monitor on his desk, playing a video of her at the party, going into the hallway, even changing into her bodysuit, and finally climbing up the shaft of the dumbwaiter.
Lady Danvers cursed under her breath. It had been so dark that she had missed the hidden cameras. It was a rookie mistake, and her overconfidence had cost her, but there was clearly something more to this.
Why was Odinson here alone? Why hadn't he called his guards, or the police? There was only one explanation. He wanted something from her.
Without even realizing it, she had played right into his hands. The invitation to the party, the recent articles in the newspapers about how he bought the Celestial Tear in a private auction. It had all been an elaborate trap to draw her out.
"Fine," Lady Danvers acknowledged, glaring at the smirking face of Odinson. "You got me here. Now, what do you want?"
"Let's start with removing your mask," Loki replied, casually leaning against the side of his desk.
Lady Danvers sighed, removing her mask. She was stuck, and they both knew it. Loki knew her identity, and more than that, he had video evidence proving it.
"Beautiful," Loki breathed, taking in Lady Danvers's appearance. She had been called the most beautiful woman in the world, and seeing her in person it was no exaggeration.
"I've followed your career for some time," Loki continued, reaching into his desk drawer.
He pulled out a series of newspaper clippings, placing them neatly on the desk. "Silhouette, the greatest thief in the world. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you, Lady Danvers."
"Those articles prove nothing," Lady Danvers denied. "There's no evidence linking me to any of those thefts."
"No," Loki chuckled. "There isn't, but there's more than enough proof of this theft. The Celestial Tear is worth seven million dollars. If the police were to find out about this, it would be quite the scandal. Even with all your resources, you won't be able to escape a jail cell."
"What do you want?" Lady Danvers ground out as the video played again on a loop.
"An opportunity like this does not come up every day," Loki said, standing up from his desk. "The most beautiful woman in the world, and the most expensive necklace in the world, both in the same room at the same time. I would like to see you wearing it."
Lady Danvers smirked internally. 'Men are so easily led astray,' she thought as warning bells went off in Carol's head, knowing full well that Loki wouldn't be satisfied with something as simple as that.
"I think that's more than fair," Lady Danvers said with a sultry smile, pulling out the necklace from under her body suit. "Satisfied?" She asked, doing a little spin for him as well.
If she played her cards right, she would get out of this with no more than a dinner date.
"Not quite," Loki replied, crossing his arms, his lips curling up into a smirk. "I want to see you wearing the necklace, and only the necklace."
'NO!' Carol thought, knowing that if Lady Danvers gave into Loki now it would only be the start. There would be no end to the demands that would follow.
Lady Danvers balked, a sudden look of outrage breaking through her facade. "You must be joking! I won't be doing anything of the sort!"
"Suit yourself," Loki said with a shrug. "I'll just send this video to the police, and we'll see what they think of it."
"You think I can't escape your house?" Lady Danvers asked skeptically. Odinson had clearly underestimated her skills, if he thought that.
"Oh, I have no doubt you can, Lady Danvers," Loki replied, not phased in the slightest. "You can easily escape, perhaps even with my necklace, but your life as you know it will be over. You'll be a wanted criminal, always looking over your shoulder, wondering if today is the day your luck finally runs out. None of your fancy titles will save you, I can assure you of that."
Although she didn't show it, Lady Danvers cursed mentally, knowing Loki was right. Her success as her alter ego Silhouette hinged on Lady Danvers visiting the places she would rob first, finding the holes in their security, and sweet talking the guards. She couldn't allow her secret to get out, no matter the cost.
Carol thought desperately, trying to recreate what she did earlier to get through to her dream self. 'Forget your reputation!' she thought. 'None of that matters. Just get out of there!'
Lady Danvers paused, shaking her head in confusion for a moment, feeling an inexplicable sense of dread, urging her to leave.
'Yes!' Carol thought. It was working. She was getting through to her.
Lady Danvers gave Loki a withering glare, getting a hold of herself as she considered her options. Destroying the evidence would be a good start, but there was no way to know how many copies he made. She would have to play his game, at least for now.
Carol felt her hopes plummet as Lady Danvers considered Loki's words. It was the closest she'd come to taking control, but just like before it slipped through her fingers before she could grasp it.
Loki looked at his watch, tapping his foot, feigning impatience. "It can't be that difficult a decision to make Lady Danvers," he drawled. "Allow me to see your beauty unencumbered for a few precious moments, and your life can continue as it is, or you can roll the dice with the police."
Carol shot Loki a glare, wanting nothing more than to wipe the smug expression off his face, but couldn't. She glanced down at the video again, seeing herself getting undressed. 'He's already seen everything anyway,' she reasoned, hating herself for even considering this, but what choice did she have?
She didn't trust Odinson to give her the only copy of the video. She would need to come back and search his home to be sure, and for that, she would have to make him believe he had won.
"Fine," she ground out, gripping the zipper at the front of her bodysuit, pulling it down.
"No," Loki said, surprising her as he sat on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms. "Turn around. Go slow. I want to enjoy every second of this."
Carol turned on her heel, glad she no longer had to hide the snarl on her face as he blackmailed her in to this.
She could feel Loki's eyes on her as she unzipped her bodysuit, peeling the tight leather off her shoulders, before sliding it down her chest. She rolled it down her hips, refusing to allow this man to see her discomfort.
Loki smiled, leering at the smooth expanse of Lady Danvers's back, the way her sides tapered in before flaring out again at her hips. His eyes locked on her pert, sculpted ass for a long moment, then drifted down further, taking in her long, shapely legs.
His cock stiffened as he took in the sight of her in all her glory. She had a body that would put most gymnasts to shame, a subtle hint of muscle without an ounce of fat, just enough to enhance her feminine form without making her look bulky.
She was nothing like the vapid, rake thin heiresses that practically threw themselves at him on a regular basis. No, she was different. There was a fire to her.
He watched, his cock hardening as she wiggled her hips, working her bodysuit down her long legs before bending at the waist, and removing her boots.
Lady Danvers smirked as she heard the aroused groan from Odinson, knowing she had him now. Before long, she would have him wrapped around her finger. He would hand her all the copies of his video without even thinking twice about it, and maybe even gift her the necklace and save her the trouble of stealing it in the future.
"As much as I enjoy the sight of you in just your lingerie," Loki drawled. "I said I wanted to see you in only my necklace."
Lady Danvers sighed mentally, knowing she couldn't put this off any longer. She wouldn't give Odinson the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. She turned around proudly, knowing she had nothing to be ashamed of.
Loki smirked, taking in the sight of Lady Danvers. Her full breasts, her taut stomach, the thin strip of silk between her legs. She was absolute perfection. He watched as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong, slowly slipping it down her legs, revealing her smooth, hairless cunt.
He felt his cock harden to steel as he took in the sight of her, his eyes filled with lust, as she did a spin for him.
"Satisfied?" Carol asked, keeping her voice light as Loki's eyes wondered over her body.
"Very," Loki agreed, his smirk widening into a smile. "Your pictures don't do you justice, Lady Danvers," he said, committing the sight of her to memory.
"Then I can go?" Carol asked, hands on her hips.
"In a moment," Loki said, walking to the drinks table. "I was saving this for a special occasion," he said, pulling out a bottle of wine along with a couple of glasses. "Bottled 50 years ago, Domaine de la Romanée-Conti. I bought it at an auction in France last year."
"And you consider this a special occasion?" Carol asked with a raised eyebrow, eying the wine bottle. She knew enough about wines to know it was genuine. "Do you do this kind of thing often?" She asked, accepting the glass from Loki.
Loki chucked, swirling the glass for a moment before he took a small sip. "It's not every day I can share a fine wine with both the infamous Silhouette, and the beautiful Lady Danvers, but to answer your question, no. I can assure you, you are the only woman I've ever thought to share a $500,000 bottle of wine with."
Carol eyed her glass for a moment, bringing it to her nose, picking up hints of ripe cherries, wild strawberries, along with subtle notes of tobacco and truffles.
She had watched Loki take a sip and knew it wasn't poisoned. She briefly considered throwing the wine in his face, but quickly dismissed the errant thought. Throwing away a wine of this vintage was practically sacrilege.
She took a small sip; the flavors exploding across her palate. The rich velvety texture coating her tongue. She knew the vintage, and the winery, but had never had the pleasure of sampling a glass, until now.
It was everything she had hoped for, and more, almost enough to make up for her present circumstances.
"Can I get dressed now?" Carol asked when they finished their glasses, "or do you want more time to ogle me?"
Loki smirked, taking Carol's empty wineglass, and placed it alongside his on his desk. "You may, but don't feel you have to rush on my account," he added with a leer, reaching behind his desk, and pulling out a familiar bag, along with the zip drive containing the video.
Carol recognized the bag immediately, glowering as she snatched it from his outstretched hand, along with the zip drive. It was the bag she left on the ground floor, and inside it was her dress and heels. He was rubbing it in her face that he pulled one over on her.
She quickly got dressed, putting her bodysuit in the bag as she made her way to the door.
"Until next time, Lady Danvers," Loki smiled.
"There won't be a next time," Carol called over her shoulder, already planning just how to rob him again, only this time he wouldn't see it coming.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Loki smiled as her hand touched the doorknob.
'Damn,' Carol thought as she turned around. She had hoped the sigh of her naked would have been enough to distract Loki, letting her walk out with the necklace.
She reached behind her neck, unclasping the necklace before placing it in Loki's outstretched hand, promising herself it would be back in her possession soon. Taking one last glance at the necklace, she turned on her heel and left.
"My guards will see you back to the party, Lady Danvers," Loki smiled, watching her go. "The pleasure was all mine."
***
Lady Danvers paced around her living room, going over the disaster from the previous night in her mind.
Her plan had been perfect, or so she had thought. Odinson shouldn't have suspected a thing. She stole the blueprints to his mansion from the city's municipal records. No one had seen her do it. The dumbwaiters hadn't been used in decades. None of his staff should have even known it was there in the first place.
It had all been a trap, and worse yet, she hadn't seen it coming. Looking back, it was all too convenient. The dumbwaiter standing out so prominently in the blueprint, the multiple articles in the newspapers about Odinson and the necklace, it had all been to draw her out.
Odinson hadn't known her identity when he set out his trap for her alter ego Silhouette, but he did now, and she didn't doubt for a second Loki had more copies of the video, that along with his parting shot about seeing her again set her on edge.
She had to get back in his mansion, find the other copies of the video, and destroy them. Then she would teach him a lesson, and relieve him of the Celestial Star while she was at it, but before she could get too deep into the planning, there was a knock at her door.
She looked up in shock, wondering who it could be. She had gone to great lengths to hide where she was staying. Then she heard the knock at the door again, this time more insistent. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she opened the door, but when she saw who it was, she wished she hadn't.
"Odinson," she said flatly. She didn't bother asking him how he knew where to find her. "What do want?" She demanded.
"Lady Danvers," Loki acknowledged, a knowing smile on his face. "I said we would see each other again didn't I? May I come in?"
She stepped back, allowing Odinson to enter despite her reservations. "What do you want?" She repeated. "Here to renege our deal?" she guessed.
"No, not at all," Loki replied, stepping past her. "Quite the place you have here," he said, looking around the richly appointed room. "It suits you."
"What do you want?" Lady Danvers ground out, even more annoyed, as Loki continued to evade her questions.
"I have a new deal to make with you," Loki said, standing in front of the television.
"I'm not interested," Lady Danvers snapped, "so if that's all you came here to say, you can and leave."
"Don't be too hasty. I think you'll like what I have to offer," Loki replied, a knowing smile on his face as he inserted a zip drive into the TV, and a new video played.
Lady Danvers felt the color drain from her face as she saw it. It was her, from last night, but not from breaking into Odinson's mansion. It was so much worse, her undressing in front of Odinson, posing for him, even drinking wine with him.
She couldn't let the video get out. It would ruin her carefully cultivated reputation, and worse still, expose her identity in the same way his last video did.
Loki moved to the couch, sitting down and making himself comfortable, acting as if he owned the place. He could see the turmoil on Lady Danvers's face, and knew he had her.
"What do you want this time?" She demanded. "Want me to steal something from one of your rich friends, is that it?" It was the only thing that made sense. This was why he went to all this trouble to entrap her.
"Tempting," Loki replied. "But not the reason I'm here."
Lady Danvers narrowed her eyes as she glared at Odinson. There was something she was missing, and it bothered her, not used to being the one on the back foot.
"Why don't you get more comfortable, and we can discuss it?" Loki said, giving her a knowing look.
"That was a onetime thing," Lady Danvers glared. "It won't happen again, especially if this is all you have," she bluffed. "There's no crime here, nothing for you to hold over my head, so why don't you drop the act and tell me why you're really here?"
"You're right," Loki replied, the smirk never leaving his face. "It's not a crime, but certainly a scandal. Tell me, you're to be in Austria next month, aren't you? Visiting with the Von Stratchens? What would they think if they found out about this tryst of ours, hmm?"
"You're remarkably well informed," Lady Danvers replied, looking at Loki suspiciously. She had no idea how he knew where she planned to visit next, and how he casually revealed the details of her next heist left her feeling rattled.
Loki nodded. "You would be surprised what I'm able to find out when I'm properly motivated, Lady Danvers."
Lady Danvers glowered at Loki for a long moment. Odinson outmaneuvered her again, and she didn't like it one bit. She couldn't afford for the Von Stratchens to find out about her alter ego.
She would need to find something on Odinson, and fast, or he could hold this over her head for the rest of her life.
"This is the last time," Lady Danvers finally said, glad that this was at least taking place in her hotel room, where she knew Odinson wouldn't have any cameras, and wouldn't be able to outmaneuver her again.
She hooked her thumbs in the shoulders of her silk dress, pulling them to the side and letting it cascade to the floor. "Satisfied?" She asked.
"You never fail to impress Lady Danvers," Loki said, patting the seat beside him. "Sit," he instructed. "Let's discuss terms."
Lady Danvers kept her face impassive, refusing to react to Loki's provocations. "Talk," she said simply, crossing her arms, not interested in playing his games.
"The Celestial Star," Loki said, getting her attention. "It's yours, provided I enjoy your companionship for the next month," he said. "To sweeten the deal, I'll even forget all about your alter ego."
"Tempting," Lady Danvers replied suspiciously, "but how do I know you'll keep your word?"
"That was what the party was for," Loki replied. "For you to see that I'm a man of my word."
"And that one?" Lady Danvers demanded, gesturing to the video playing on her TV.
"The only copy," Loki replied. "It was simply a means to have this discussion, and yours to do with, as you choose once I leave."
She gave Loki a shrewd look. It was true. The first video was far more incriminating, and he could have easily used it to continue blackmailing her. But he didn't. Despite that, she still couldn't shake the feeling she was missing something, something important.
"What exactly would your companionship entail?" she asked.
"Oh, the usual," Loki replied casually. "A few dinners, perhaps a shopping trip or two in Milan," he tempted. "My company at few high society parties."
Lady Danvers looked at Loki, finally understanding his game. He was looking to move up in the world, and wanted to use her reputation to do it. It made sense. There were certain doors that would always be closed to him, regardless of his wealth. A relationship with her, even a brief one, would give him what he really wanted: recognition.
"Alright," she replied, feeling better now that she understood his motivations, and the with the Star as payment, it almost made up for the blackmail. "We have a deal."
Loki's smirk widened into a full-blown grin. "Now that that's settled, let's celebrate our new arrangement."
Lady Danvers looked down, seeing the bulge in Loki's pants, and knew what he wanted. She was loathed to admit it, but Loki had her over a barrel. She couldn't afford for her secret to get out, or for Loki to dig into her past anymore than he already had. As much as she hated it, she would have to play along, at least until she could find a way out from under his thumb.
Carol railed against her dream self's decision, hoping to push through again, warn her that this was only the start, that she couldn't give in to him, but nothing happened.
Lady Danvers dropped to her knees, moving between his legs. She unzipped the fly of his pants, feeling his eyes on her, the smugness radiating off him in waves as she reached into the waistband of his underwear, pulling out his cock.
Carol felt a twinge of desire as she stared at Loki's cock, despite her dream self's predicament.
Lady Danvers felt an unexpected wave of lust overtake her as she stared at Odinson's manhood. He was big, bigger than she expected, and as hard as steel. She subconsciously licked her lips, continuing to stare at it.
Carol's thoughts ground to a halt as she watched her dream self's reaction, realizing what was happening. Her own lusts, her own desire, they were bleeding over to Lady Danvers.
Lady Danvers looked up into Loki's eyes as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pumping her hands slowly, seeing the way he looked at her. It wouldn't be long. She would have him wrapped around her finger soon enough.
She returned her attention to his cock, feeling the heat of his skin as she pumped her fist. 'He's the same as all the others,' she thought confidently. 'Thinking with the wrong head.'
Loki let out a groan as Lady Danvers pumped her dainty fist up and down his cock, enjoying the sensation. He looked down, seeing the twinge of lust in her eyes, along with the confidence, as well as the arrogance.
The thought of wiping that look off her face, while making her scream in ecstasy, turned him on even more.
He still couldn't believe his luck. He had set the trap for Silhouette, but finding out she was Lady Danvers had been the real prize.
Lady Danvers looked at the drip of cum at the head of Loki's cock. She didn't know why, but she had the inexplicable urge to taste him. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, smirking when Loki let out another groan. She darted her tongue up, flicking it over the head of his cock, tasting the salty-sweetness of his essence.
She slowly pumped her fingers as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently. If he was anything like her past lovers, it wouldn't be long before he came. They always started out so confident, sure of themselves, but she hadn't met a man that could resist her charms yet, and Odinson would be no exception.
Loki leaned back on the sofa, both surprised and delighted by Lady Danvers's talents. He hadn't expected her to know what she was doing, but was pleasantly surprised, loving the feel of her lips and tongue on his cock, letting out a hiss of pleasure as she cupped his balls, fondling them as she sucked him.
'Almost,' Lady Danvers thought as she sunk her lips lower, taking more of his manhood in her mouth as she sucked him deeper. He had lasted longer than she expected, but knew he wouldn't be able to resist her for much longer.
As she continued sucking him she felt her pussy dampen, her eyes darkening with growing lust as a thought flashed in her mind. She was on Odinson's lap, bouncing up and down on his cock, her lips pressed tightly against his. She didn't know where the errant thought came from, but couldn't deny how right it felt.
She bobbed her head, feeling the tip of his cock bump against the back of her throat as she continued to suck him, one hand pumping up and down his shaft, while she used the other to gently tease his balls, impressed despite herself that he'd held out for so long.
Carol could feel the lust pouring off Lady Danvers as her memories continued to bleed over to her dream self, shaping her thoughts, and even her actions.
She tried to distance her thoughts from Loki, to think of something else, anything else, but it was a lost cause. The feel of Loki's cock on her lips and tongue, the taste of his essence, it brought her right back into the moment, a continuous loop feeding both herself, and her dream self's lust.
Lady Danvers ran her tongue along the underside of Loki's cock, feeling the veins pulse and throb as she took him in her mouth.
She rubbed her thighs together as she felt her wetness drip down inner thighs, becoming aroused herself at Odinson's stamina and self control.
She couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have his thick cock inside her, with her on all fours as he took her from behind, pounding his cock into her quivering pussy, his strong hands gripping her hips as she moaned wantonly.
'What is wrong with me?' Lady Danvers thought, confused by where these lust filled thoughts were even coming form, reminding herself that this man was blackmailing her.
Loki let out a groan of satisfaction as it became harder and harder for him to hold himself back as Lady Danvers bobbed her head faster on his cock, sucking him deeply, the wet heat of her mouth driving him wild.
What truly surprised him was how good she was, nothing like the chaste upper-class women that practically threw themselves at him. He felt his cock twitch as he neared the edge.
Making an impulsive decision, he gripped her hair tight in his fist as he came, filling Lady Danvers's mouth with his seed.
He saw the look in her eyes, the indignation, the outrage, but he held her firmly in place, keeping his cock sheathed inside her mouth as he waited, smiling with satisfaction as Lady Danvers left with no other choice, swallowed his seed.
He felt his cock harden again at the sight of her, still fuming mad as he released her hair, finally allowing her to pull her lips from his cock and stand up. He couldn't wait for their next encounter.
Tucking his cock back into this pants, he stood up, making his way to the door. "I'll be in touch Lady Danvers."
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