🥀 9 🥀

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"This cannot be real." Lyla murmurs as the driver stops the car in front of an avenue filled with designer boutiques.

Nat squeezes Lyla's hand as she sits beside her in excitement.

"Oh it is girl. You should know, you've got Loki's platinum card in your purse right now." Nat winks as Lyla stares, mouth agape at the row of shops to the side of the road.

She's never stepped foot in anything remotely as expensive as these places, she can't help but feel a sense of nerves and dread alongside anticipation. She didn't belong on this road, let alone inside these places. Thank God Loki had ordered her to take Nat too for the occasion.

Lyla had a call from Loki last night and he had, as Natasha predicted, invited her to their first social event together. Loki could tell Lyla was nervous, but he knew she'd do brilliant. She was so obedient, such a good girl.

A part of him was terrified to bring her even slightly into his world, despite it only being surface level, but the other half of him couldn't wait for the other gentlemen to see how such a divine creature belonged to him.

Lyla's stomach had twisted in nerves as she accepted the invitation, only feeling slightly better as Nat was invited too by Thor. She would need serious alcohol to get through it. But she couldn't be too out of control, she knew this was the first time Loki would be assessing how she did alongside him with his friends, and it had to go well.

Lyla was pulled out of her worries by Nat as she grabs her hand and yanks her out the car.

"Thanks Peter." Lyla says quickly to the driver, not wanting to seem rude.

He had after all picked them up and was going to be waiting for them as they shopped. Lyla had tried to convince Loki she could just get the subway but he was having absolutely none of it.

As Nat had experience with this level of wealth before with Tony, she was glad she was here to lead the way.

The first shop along the street was Dior. Lyla swallows hard before they enter. She suddenly realises she's not dressed remotely classy enough for this kind of place.

She's in her converses, 'mom' jeans and a suede jacket, her hair scrunched messily on top of her head and light make-up. Her suspicions are confirmed at the look the shop assistant gives them when they step in.

"Hello ladies, are you lost?" She snides as she looks up and down Lyla.

Lyla feels herself going bright pink in embarrassment, suddenly regretting coming. Nat steps protectively in front of Lyla, dressed a little more dressy as usual in a halterneck baby blue dress and sandals.

"Hi, Shanice is it? You might remember me, Natasha Romanoff. I remember you." Nat says with an underlying hint of warning.

Lyla watches the assistant's face fall as she places Nat, realising she used to be a regular customer when she was with Tony and the money that she spent here. Shanice smooths down her dress anxiously.

"Now, my friend here has been sent by the Odinsons personally, to pick out an outfit for tonight. I think it's in your best interest to help us, don't you? We wouldn't want Loki hearing about your inhospitality would we?" Nat smirks as she realises the power those names hold over everyone in the city.

Lyla's in shock that their names are known even in a shop in this part of town. Clearly she underestimated their reach. Although, with a pang in her chest, she realises that they probably know the name as Loki has likely sent many women he's been with before to this very road.

It's nothing personal.

It's business Lyla.

"Y-yes. Right away. You look like a size six and eight is that right? I'll go fetch some dresses right away and set you up in the changing room." Shanice stutters.

She hurries off, giving a look to the other assistants nearby who'd heard the exchange and had quickly changed their attitudes towards the two women that had just walked in.

Nat turns around smiling at her best friend, winking.

"Nat you totally just pretty-womaned those bitches!" Lyla whispers as she laughs at her best friend.

Thank god she had her there, she'd have just walked out after that filthy look Shanice gave her without buying anything, probably going home to cry.

"The only thing that speaks in these types of places is money and big names Ly. Don't be afraid to be a bitch right back ok? You deserve to be here." Nat shrugs as she pulls her friend towards the changing rooms, where assistants hand them champagne and take their bags and jackets from them as they prep the outfits to try on.

Lyla can't help but find the whole experience utterly bizarre. Champagne just for trying on clothes? How expensive were these clothes that they needed an alcoholic bribe?

The assistants had good taste, she'd give them that. And the dresses she tried on all fit her perfectly, but she just wasn't feeling like herself in any of them. She wanted something a bit more breath-taking. She wanted something that would make Loki's face betray his usual steely demeanour and look at her the way he had with his hand between her thighs a few nights ago.

Even just thinking about that was enough to make Lyla clench her thighs together and her heart race. She needed it again, badly.

Nat poked her head into Lyla's changing room, keeping the curtains closed on the lingering assistants that were talking in hushed tones, clearly about the two girls.

"That's nice!" Nat says as she looks at Lyla in the mirror as she span around in her navy mid-length dress. Lyla shrugs.

"It's ok, I'm not really feeling it though, am I allowed to say that in a place as boujee as this?!" Lyla says in a whisper, laughing. "Also, why are there no prices on any of these things?"

Nat smiles, looking at Lyla with sympathy.

"You're right none of them have been the one. I suggest we hit up the next place. Also- to answer your question, it's because you don't want to know the price." Nat laughs as she pulls away.

Curiosity gets the better of Lyla and she wonders just how much Loki was willing to spend on the girls. He had especially emphasised that there was no limit and for them to get whatever was needed.

Lyla pokes her head out and the assistants halt their gossiping, looking at her questioningly.

"How much is this dress?" Lyla speaks up, even though her voice slightly trembles as she feels the judgement radiate off them.

One of the women bursts out laughing, looking at the other before pulling a condescending face.

"The blue wool and silk Shantung? it's just under five thousand." The woman says with a grin on her face as the other one elbows her.

Lyla tries to hide how shocked her face is. This was more than her rent a year. She can't imagine what money like that could be spent on, rather than a dress.

"Uhm, thanks." She mutters as she pulls herself back into her changing room and quickly gets re-dressed, feeling entirely stupid for even being here.

Lyla hears her phone ping, but before she can reach to get it, she's drawn to the conversation outside.

"Seriously, she is not with Loki." One voice whispers harshly as the other one laughs.

"I know, poor thing is probably deluded. Or maybe he lost a bet to his brother." The other chimes in.

Lyla's heart sinks as she tries to block it out. Looking at herself in the mirror and realising perhaps she was deluded. She didn't belong in this world.

Her phone dings again and she looks at the screen.

Loki: Hello Darling, how's the shopping trip?

Loki: I cannot wait to see what you buy.

Lyla's fingers hesitate over the screen, trying to fight back tears at the conversation that was taking place outside. She's not sure Nat can hear it, otherwise she'd have come out and beat the shit out of these women by now. She was glad not to have the fuss made.

Lyla: It's going ok, thank you.

That was all Lyla could muster as she presses send, gathering her belongings and pulling back the curtain to see the ladies stop talking again. Nat eventually joins her as she turns to the women.

"Thanks but we're going to check out some other places." She says with confidence as she links her arm in Lyla's and ushers her out the store.

Lyla knows in that moment Nat definitely didn't hear and she wants to keep it that way.

"You alright babe?" Nat asks as she realises Lyla's face is drawn together in concern.

Lyla shakes her head.

"Fine, let's just get this outfit and go home. I'm starving." She lies and Nat pulls her into the next shop.

Lyla tries on more outfits but can't find any that fit her well enough. She feels self-conscious now and stupid, not in the mood to shop anymore.

Nat on the other hand finds a dress she loves and some shoes to match, always having a good eye anyway for this kind of thing.

Whilst Nat pays with Loki's card, Lyla feels her phone vibrate.

"Hello?" She answers as she sees Loki's name flash across the screen, feeling her nerves swell in her chest every time she prepares to speak to him.

"Lyla, what's wrong? I can tell from your text there's something." Loki says as more of an order than a question.

The chill in his voice sends butterflies to her core.

"Oh nothing, I'm just struggling to find something. Nat's got what she wants though." Lyla lies again as she swallows hard.

Unfortunately for her, Loki was a human lie-detector and she was a poor subject.

"Do you want something custom-made instead? I can send a seamstress and designer round to yours if that's the issue." Loki states, knowing that really wasn't the issue, but wanting Lyla to speak up for herself and tell him the truth. He didn't like the sound of her worried.

"No! Absolutely not, it's more than generous what you're doing Loki. I just..." Lyla sighs as she walks briefly out of Gucci and into the sunny street, needing some air.

"What is it?" He asks, concern lacing his voice now.

"I just- I don't fit in this world Loki. I don't even belong in these shops, the people here aren't like me. Maybe this is a mistake." Lyla speaks quickly, feeling stupid at the words coming out of her mouth.

She feels like a child, naïve and idiotic. Here she was moping when Loki was being so generous, she didn't deserve it.

"What happened?" He asks with anger in his tone now.

He knows something must've happened for Lyla to feel this way, and he knows how innocent the little lamb is, never wanting to cause a fuss.

"Nothing happened Loki, it's just, the people in the shops, I think they're judging me." She whispers, feeling her throat get hard.

She knew this was a mistake. She wasn't emotionally strong enough for people to talk about her like this. This is why she preferred to stay out of the spotlight.

"Tell me." He instructs as she hears him exhale harshly through the phone.

"It's fine Lo-" She begins but he cuts her off angrily.

"Lyla, I said tell me what happened. Exactly." He spits.

Lyla gulps as she realises she might have let a grenade off right now, regretting saying anything.

"The store assistants were just a little, judgey. I overheard their conversation about me, they think you've invited me to this party as a bet." Lyla says sadly as she looks down at her scruffy converses.

She'd never felt especially ashamed before today. No one judged her at the library, and Nat definitely didn't.

"Which store?" He barks as Lyla feels deep regret in her stomach.

Yup. Those women were definitely getting fired.

"Loki, it's fine, don't do anything, please." She says desperately as she sees Nat finishing up paying and beginning to walk towards her, eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Don't make me repeat myself Pet. I do not like to make a habit out of that." His voice pierces through Lyla's ears.

She clenches her jaw before she speaks.

"Dior."

"That wasn't so hard was it Sweetheart?" Loki says softly and Lyla can hear rustling on the other end, it sounds like he's getting his jacket on.

She instantly regrets what's going to happen.

"Now, you carry on and don't worry about anything. I know whatever you pick you will look stunning. Pay no one else any mind, and let me know if anyone else dares to even look at you wrong, you hear me?" Loki informs her and Lyla nods her head before realising he can't see her.

"Yes Loki." She says quietly before she hangs up as Nat arrives next to her.

"What's up?" She asks as she swings her Gucci bag by the satin handles, smiling.

"Nothing, just Loki checking in." Lyla says, looking away from her friend before she can realise there's more to it and Lyla's hurt.

"Right, well I'm sorted but we need to get you something fucking fierce so we're carrying on, whether you like it or not." Nat says as she literally drags Lyla into the next store.

After twenty minutes of looking round the store and drinking even more champagne, Lyla is surprised when she looks up and sees Loki striding confidently into the shop, wearing a white shirt and navy slacks, his Cartier watch glistening on his wrist as he spots the girls.

"Loki, what are you doing here?" Lyla asks in surprise as Nat turns around to greet him.

He nods his head at Nat.

"Miss Romanoff. I was hoping, as you are sorted that you would allow me the pleasure of escorting Lyla throughout the rest of this shopping expedition?" Loki asks, but Nat knows there's only one answer he'll accept.

She looks at the way Loki looks at Lyla, possessive and something else she can't place. Nat knows she can't really argue, Loki did after all just buy her a very expensive outfit.

Nat smiles.

"Of course, thanks again Loki. I'm really looking forward to the party." She says as she pulls Lyla in for a hug.

"Have fun, call me later." Nat says into her ear before she breaks away.

"Peter will escort you home Miss Romanoff." Loki says as he gestures towards the kerb where he awaits still.

Nat smiles thankfully.

"Thank you, and honestly Loki, Nat is fine." She says as she waves before leaving.

Lyla is stood speechless at the handsome man in front of her. All of the shop assistants who were busy talking and laughing before and now silent at Loki's appearance, avoiding his gaze.

Loki holds his hand out for Lyla, which takes her off guard. She hesitates before she places her tiny palm in his. His cool skin making her shiver. His hair is slicked back and his eyes whilst sparkling green, also look tired.

"I hope you didn't leave something important to come here to shop with me Loki." She giggles as he smiles lightly and walks her into the store next door.

"Nothing is more important than you my Pet." He mumurs as he pushes open the door, the bell ringing loudly, alerting the staff to someone's presence.

A man dressed in a dark paisley suit comes to the front, looking surprised to see Loki before him. His eyes then trail down to see where their hands are conjoined, and the girl beside him who looks extremely out of place. Lyla looks towards the ground.

Loki notices this tiny gesture the woman displays and looks towards the man who has approached him.

"Mr Odinson, what a pleasure." The man begins to greet, but Loki waves a hand to indicate for him to stop talking.

"Listen, I'm here to purchase a suitable evening outfit for Miss Glass here. I want you to give her your undivided attention, not me. There are no limits on spending, so that should motivate you plenty. I want you to treat her with the utmost respect she deserves. Do you understand?" Loki says, and whilst the gesture is sweet, his words come off slightly threatening.

The man before him gulps, putting on a big smile for show as he looks at Lyla. She gives him a small smile as he nods his head.

"Certainly Sir. You won't be disappointed. We will get you sorted." The man says as he looks at Lyla again.

He snaps his fingers and two women, who were previously in the background staring in shock at the dangerous stranger who entered the store, now click into action and begin pulling clothes from the racks and ushering Lyla into a changing room.

Lyla looks back towards Loki as he gives her a reassuring smile, his eyes still hardened. She'd have to ask him what happened at Dior which she no doubt knew he'd visited before here.

Loki's speech before immediately shifted the air within the store, the assistants were all over Lyla like a rash, gushing at how good she looked in every dress she tried on, even when she didn't feel it. They were pulling off her converses and thrusting heels onto her feet to try on, their fingers making light work of everything.

She felt self-conscious as they helped to dress and re-dress her in a blur, but decided to just try to relax and go with it. Finally, after what felt like hours and many glasses of bubbles later (making Lyla's head spin), she found the one.

A deep, soft wine red with a structured corset over her stomach area and a cowl neck made out of a stunning silk material. It clung to Lyla's curves in the most stunning way and she actually felt for the first time all day...beautiful.

"Oh Hun, that one is gorgeous!" One of the assistants say as they fix her straps.

The other staff member nods her head eagerly. Lyla smiles, genuinely. She's not sure if it's all the alcohol fizzing through her blood stream right now, exhaustion or happiness, but she knows she's finally got what she came for, and she cannot wait to see Loki's face in it.

The two assistants bring her heels and clutches to try on with it and Lyla slightly wobbles as she spins around in her heels to check herself out in the mirror.

"Yes, this is perfect. Thanks for your help ladies!" Lyla coos as she finally feels slightly worthy.

Although she is concerned how much the outfit will cost, deciding not to think about it.

"I'll take these to the register for you." One of them says as Lyla goes to get dressed and joins Loki as he swipes his card and signs with ease, pleased that Lyla has finally picked something.

"Thank you so much Loki, it's so generous of you." Lyla says as she smiles when the assistant hands her the bag.

Loki quickly takes it out of her reach, being a gentleman, thanking the staff and holding the door open for her on the way out.

"I've told you before you don't need to thank me Lyla. It's my honour." Loki smirks as he places the bag in the car that's waiting on the sidewalk for them.

"Hey no peaking!" Lyla says cheekily as she swats his hand away when he places it down and it falls open a little.

Loki quickly looks Lyla over, realising her confidence has come from the copious amounts of changing room champagne she has consumed over the last few hours and he can't help but feel mischievous.

"You're in a better mood now." He notes but before Lyla can jump into the car, he grabs her arm, stopping her.

He mutters something to Peter and walks her further down the road, turning into a shop.

Lyla's face scrunches in confusion.

"Loki, I thought we were done, what are we doi-" Lyla begins but is cut off when she realises which shop Loki has dragged her into.

She blushes a deep crimson as the butterflies begin again.

Lyla looks up at the swirled writing of 'Agent Provocateur' across the wall as she sees intricate and expensive lingerie adorning the rails.

Loki turns to her with a gleam in his eye as he raises his eyebrow smugly.

Lyla closes her mouth as she realises quickly what's happening.

"You've got such a lovely dress, I assume, why not find something equally exquisite to put underneath it?" He says lowly and it makes Lyla's pulse quicken.

This cannot be happening.

Lyla looks around to make sure no one heard his lust-filled words. She sees a store assistant walk over, eyeing Loki and disregarding Lyla completely.

"Can I help you Sir?" She asks as she juts her hip out on purpose.

Lyla scoffs. This grabs Loki's attention and he looks at Lyla curiously.

Was she....jealous?

The assistant clears her throat and looks towards Lyla.

"We're fine without assistance thank you." Lyla says and the tone that comes out of her mouth makes Loki half smile.

He likes this shade on her. He watches on amused as he cocks an eyebrow.

Lyla sees this and looks at him, studying the expression of his face.

The assistant raises her hands and backs off slightly.

"Well let me know if you need anything." She says, again directed towards Loki.

Spurred on by the warmth inside her from being slightly tipsy, Lyla steps closer to Loki's side, wrapping an arm around his. She smells his expensive aftershave and feels his breath exhale.

"I will be sure to. Thank you." Lyla says, redirecting her attention back and glaring daggers at the woman who frowns and walks away.

Loki is still smiling and she looks at him questioningly.

"What?" She asks as she spins slightly to face him.

"You don't have to be jealous Darling, I'm only here for you." Loki growls as he reaches behind Lyla, pulling a black lace set and suspenders from the rail in her size and bringing it in front of her.

Lyla looks at him in disbelief that he guessed her size correctly without asking. Of course he did.

"Now. Be a good girl and go to the changing rooms and try this on. I will bring more." Loki orders as Lyla's thoughts turn to mush and the confidence she has from earlier disappears.

She suddenly feels self conscious again and slowly walks over to the changing rooms. She realises quickly that it's quiet out here, she can't see any other customers.

A woman shows her to a room, pulling the satin curtains across. Lyla's breaths are fast now as she straps, quickly working with shaking fingers to clasp everything into the right place. Her anxiety fizzles with tinges of excitement at Loki seeing her like this. She could groan at the thought.

She turns to the mirror where she sees herself.

She looks hot.

Maybe it was the false liquid courage but the set actually looks good on her. She's never worn proper lingerie before and it feels amazing against her skin. It's a body so it covers her torso up to her breasts.

Just then a clearing of a throat comes from behind the curtain. She pulls it back slightly to see Loki's determined face as he holds more items. He licks his lips.

"Are you going to let me in to inspect?" He asks as he takes a step forward.

Lyla can feel her palms get sweaty. She didn't like her body enough to stand here under the spotlight with his scrutinising gaze, even if she did feel sexy for the first time in ages.

Loki looks pointedly at her and she steps to the side to let him in.

His eyes roam over her curves, strategically hidden by the silky fabric as he bites his bottom lip. The way her smooth skin shines under the lighting and her chest heaves, her breasts barely contained by the lacy fabric.

He immediately feels his thoughts darken and its so much better than he ever thought it could be.

Lyla sensing the scrutiny moves to cover her chest with her folded arms but Loki grabs her wrists, pinning them by her sides.

"Don't hide from me Pet. You look divine." He whispers in a sultry tone as he instantly feels his groin ache.

Lyla sees the hungry look that consumes him and reluctantly straightens up a little to open up for him. Loki's eyes continue to rake up and down her body, looking at her ass in the mirror behind her.

"Hell Lyla. Do you even know how beautiful you look?" He groans as he spins her around to look at herself.

She reluctantly let's her eyes travel up to meet his in the mirror. She has to believe it slightly with the way he's mentally undressing her. Even more than she already is. Loki's pupils are dilated and she can feel his bulge press lightly against her ass.

Loki's hands drift from her wrists down to her lower back and graze over her behind as he bites his lip even harder. The things he could do right here right now. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold off something so pure that's just longing to be touched.

He sees the way Lyla's heartrate picks up as he touches her, feels her breaths come out more unsteady. And he wants to make her feel that special way again only he can.

"Loki" Lyla breaths out as she feels herself get more turned on just from the graze of his fingertips.

He brings her wrists in his hands once again but brings them behind her this time, clasping them together in one hand as his other weaves it way around Lyla's throat.

He doesn't want to scare her off with his desires. Not this early on. So he merely touches her throat with little pressure. He'd have plenty of time to test the waters later on.

He hopes.

Lyla's lidded eyes give him a sultry look as her body betrays her. He feels her press her ass into his crotch, desperate for some friction and it drives him feral.

"So needy for me. I didn't think I'd see you in such a state for me so soon again." Loki murmurs as his hand around her throat trails down to her collarbone leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

He can feel Lyla's pulse race in this spot before his hand trails down further. He caresses her left breast with gentle strokes over the bralet. Lyla feels her nipples harden.

"Loki....please." She pants as she feels the heat between her thighs become unbearable.

She is literally aching to be touched by him. She's tried to recreate his touch on her own late at night, but she can't. Nothing matches those cool hands.

Loki breathes into her ear, his voice even lower than normal with desire.

"Please what, Darling?" He smirks as he says it.

There was no hiding how turned on he was. He knows Lyla can feel it. Hearing her breathless and pleading was sending him into a frenzy. He longs to see her become a helpless mess before him again.

"Please touch me please. " Lyla whispers, knowing there might be other people around her but equally not caring.

"Touch you where?" He teases as he moves to her other breast, circling his finger on the nipple through the lace.

Lyla automatically parts her legs a little wider as a hint. Loki laughs as he sees her blossoming pink face in the mirror, head thrown back against his chest.

Perfection.

Lyla groans as his fingers trail eventually further south, over her stomach and just short of where she needs it so badly. She looks at Loki, seeing the mischevious grin on his face, the way his glossy black hair hangs across his face, his blackened pupils.

It was too much. She wants to desperately move her own hands and grab his to where she needs it. But his clutch on her wrists is too tight. She couldn't break free if she wanted to.

"Words. I asked you a question." Loki orders in a hushed tone.

Lyla bites her lip, secretly loving being dominated in this way like never before.

"Touch my clit please Loki. Make me cum again." She breaths as she lulls her head back against him once more.

She can feel how huge is bulge is against her and the thought of him fucking her spurs on her lust.

Loki smiles at her in the mirror as he kisses her jawline.

"Good girl." He praises as he continues moving his hand.

His dexterous fingers reach her clit through the fabric and he begins torturous circles, immediately hitting the right spot like last time and making Lyla's legs feel like jelly.

"You know, I'm beginning to think you like being touched in public." Loki husks into her ear as he nibbles the lobe.

Lyla can't even get words out. He's not even got a finger inside her and she could come again. She feels the tingles all over her body as his pace picks up slightly in reaction to her ragged breathing.

"I like being touched by you." Lyla moans as she parts her legs even further.

She can feel she's already ruined the set she's tried on, practically soaked the panties. She curses herself internally but is too lost in pleasure to care.

"You're dripping and I've not even entered you. Such a desperate little thing aren't you." Loki continues with his filthy words that make her groan again, her heartrate is picking up as she feels that familiar coiled spring feeling begin to build.

"Yes..yes Loki." She says, remembering that he always wants answers to questions and words.

He stills his movements a second and Lyla moans in frustration, raising her head to meet his eyes in the mirror in confusion.

"You can do better than that Pet." He growls and Lyla suddenly realises what he wants, what he craves.

"Yes...Sir." She says quietly, her voice dripping with lust as his cock twitches against her plump ass pressed against him.

The word coming from her lips was like magic to him.

"Better." He groans as he continues to swirl his fingers around her clit again.

He can tell she's getting close, but as she hasn't experienced true pleasure before, he wants to drag it out a little longer.

What he really wants is to rip the fabric off her and fuck her against the mirror, but he has to take his time. Its too soon.

He can compromise a little though.

Before Lyla can figure out what's happening, Loki removes his hand, going to his jacket. Lyla looks on in confusion as he reaches for something inside and realises with the shining of the light that its his blade.

Her eyes widen temporarily in fear before she realises what Loki is doing. That tiny alarm bell sounding against her brain.

Loki brings the blade to the inside of her thigh, being the most careful he's ever been, restraining his lust. With a quick swipe he's cut open the fabric on either side, revealing Lyla on full display for him from the hips down.

He carefully places the dagger back in its holder so as not to scare her. He saw the way he eyes widened in fear...but something else as well.

"Fuck, Loki, we'll have to pay for that. That was expensive!" Lyla says in shock as she looks at the tattered fabric on the floor, the body completely ruined now the bottom half is gone.

Loki grips her throat, pulling him against her once more and forcing her to look at him in the mirror.

"That's not your problem to concern yourself with." He says firmly and Lyla gulps, nodding.

Lyla thinks that Loki is going to continue what he started before, but before she can beg him to continue, he is flipping her round and lying her across the velvet bench in the changing room. Lyla begins to protest in confusion, but Loki doesn't allow it.

He pulls her ankles towards him, positioning her on the edge of the bench as she props herself up on her elbows, looking at him. His own breathing is erratic, his eyes roam over her body like she's the last sip of water in the Sahara dessert. It scares her, but is also thrills her.

"Look at you. All exposed for me." He says as his eyes trail over her flesh.

He can see the moisture that has pooled between her thighs drip down her skin. His cock hardens even more if its possible.

Lyla looks at him, trying not to feel self conscious that she's on full display. No one has ever looked at her like that before. With such hunger and admiration.

Loki bends down, grabbing her legs and throwing them over his shoulders before placing firm hands across her stomach to hold her down. He licks his lips before blowing hot air onto Lyla's skin.

Lyla quickly realises what he's about to do and her eyes widen a little. Loki looks up just in time to see it.

"Is everything OK?" He asks, suddenly concern flickering across his darkened features.

Lyla gulps, nodding.

"No one's ever..." She begins, feeling foolish again for admitting how clearly limited her sexual experiences are compared to the dangerous gangster's.

Loki frowns before letting out a disapproving growl.

"It infuriates me you've not experienced these pleasures Pet." He says before kissing the inside of her thigh.

The gesture is very soft and sweet and takes Lyla by surprise. Loki looks up at her as if asking for permission and she nods slowly, biting her lip. She can feel how wet she is and how much she wants this.

Loki's expression hardens again as his lust takes over once more. He licks a stripe up Lyla's exposed flesh before taking her clit into his mouth, his silver tongue working absolute magic instantly. Lyla twitches but Loki's grip on her is firm, she moans louder than she means to and puts a hand over her mouth.

"Good girl." Loki moans as he pulls away briefly, pleased with the reaction.

He reattaches himself, but this time he removes a hand from her stomach and slowly moves a finger inside her.

Lyla still moans into the palm of her hand as she looks down at the sight before her. It's better than she could ever have imagined. His long finger curls inside her as he picks up his pace, suddenly becoming more brutal as he sees and feels how close she is. He shifts his own stance, trying to relieve some of the aching in his crotch.

"Fuck...Loki...yes." Lyla breaths as she slowly removes the palm of her hand from her mouth, her fingers automatically finding Loki's hair and running her hands through it, needing something to grip onto.

Loki suddenly stops and bring a hand to her wrist, snapping it away from him. Lyla frowns as he gives her a chiding look but keeps her hands balled at her sides instead. She was quickly learning Loki didn't like such affectionate gestures.

Loki continued at a brutal pace, finger fucking her and sucking on her clit. All Lyla can feel is pleasure, pure pleasure coursing through her veins. She doesn't care in this moment that she's in a changing room in a fancy shop, or the man before her is dangerous and wealthy. She just wants to reach her climax and feel those fireworks she felt the other night.

"Loki...I'm close...I need to-" Lyla pants, knowing she has to ask permission.

Loki stops his tongue movement as he glances up at her with a wicked grin, she can see the moisture over his chin and it makes her pussy tighten around his finger in need.

"Ask nicely." He orders and Lyla digs her fingers into her sides to try to halt the pleasure.

"Please may I cum Sir?" She asks, using all her effort to make it coherent.

Loki's cock is rock hard and the pain is unbearable at those words coming from her innocent mouth.

"Cum for me Pet. Now." He growls as he continues sucking her clit and fucking her with his finger.

Thats all Lyla needs to hear before she's biting down on her lip hard so that she doesn't scream.

The electricity and sparks inside her ignite as she's pushed over the edge, clenching hard against Loki's finger and trying to lift her hips slightly to ride out the friction against his face.

If she thought her orgasm was good in the bar, it's nothing compared to this. Lyla scrunches her eyes so hard at the feeling, she can feel tears prick her eyes.

Eventually she comes down and Loki slowly moves away from her. Proud of the artwork he's created before him. She's an absolute needy mess. And she's becoming so obedient to him. Such a quick learner.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he licks his lips at the sweet taste of her. Fuck he was turned on. But he wanted this to be about her again. He couldn't help feeling immense pride at being the first person to give her that.

"Loki, that was incredible." Lyla says laughing as she continues to lie on the bench, seeing stars.

Loki chuckles as he adjusts himself and looks at his watch.

"Come on Darling. We'll buy the whole shop in your size, I don't care. I need to see you in everything." He says darkly as he helps Lyla up from the bench.

Lyla was suddenly very excited for the poker night, hoping that it'd give her a chance to repay Loki for the pleasure he's gifted her.

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