"Elsa."
He said her name. How dare he!
"Elsa..."
"Hans..."
This was getting downright embarrassing. Over the past few weeks, Elsa had been trying to figure out the new rules for their relationship.
It was actually kind of simple; Hans had all the power, and she had barely anything at all. If she wanted something, she had to ask for it. To get her door locked required that she allow him the right to go into her room whenever it suited his fancy. So she gave up some of her privacy so that she could at least get some from everyone else. And the price for such things kept going up.
Currently, Hans had dragged her into a quiet room and they were engaged in... more pleasurable pursuits. Elsa did her best to ignore what her body was screaming at her.
She had to admit Hans was very good with his hands. Every inch of her winding nerves was alive right now, like someone had filled her body with some kind of vibrating liquid. The ex-queen never moaned, never whined or groaned. She kept totally silent so as not to give the Protector the impression she enjoyed their time together.
Elsa let out a sigh of pleasure, but pushed it off as frustration.
The only leverage she appeared to have over him was her company, which, really, made little sense to her. What did he care if she was under him, moaning his name over and over? He was rich, powerful, and princely. Why didn't he just import some hooker? Surely some peasant girl would do the work gladly!
Every time she said his name, it felt like poison on her tongue.
"Elsa..."
He seemed to enjoy saying her name though. He drew back, and she did her best to calm herself. Even though she said and did nothing to indicate excitement, her body betrayed her. Pale, flushed skin, and dilated eyes were the only indicators that she was turned on.
"Well?" She asked. He smiled.
"Anything for you," He got off. Elsa let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn't fair. Sooner or later he would keep pushing her and pushing her until she exploded. And she couldn't even get away by sleeping. Her dreams were filled with visions of Hans... doing things. To her. And she enjoyed them.
At least now her room would be locked up from intruders. Elsa missed having a sense of security. But isn't that why Arrendelle needed a Protector in the first place?
Elsa waited until she was alone in her room with a fresh lock on the door before she moaned the name.
"Hans."