Title: Unleash
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Chapter 7: Imparting
He could feel the smirk that was spreading his face wide, feel it through his very soul. Oh he knew that this submission of hers would not last. It wasn't in her nature, hell, it wasn't in his either...
"Mine, huh? That right?" He watched as she squirm under him, but a quick growl stopped that instantly. Her eyes darted to his, but quickly looked away. He pressed himself up so that he was straddling her legs, and released her arms. She tried to move them, but another growl had her still again, her eyes flying to his, unable to break the contact that seemed to sear her soul. Crossing his own arms across his chest, he stared down at her, holding her gaze.
"Answer me." His tone left no doubt that he would not settle for silence. She stayed still, but her breathing seemed to slow as her body relaxed into the position he had placed her in.
"Yours, Riddick." She could feel something inside her twist at her words, but she was tired and couldn't give it too much thought. Her body ached, her head ached, and all she wanted was Riddick to let her move. She had never felt this bone-crushing tired before.
He peered at her, waiting for her to try and move or say something defiant, but she just laid there starring up at him, her eyes wide and tired. He couldn't resist reaching out and stroking her cheek with his hand. Her nuzzling into his hand only made his beast more certain that she was His. There would be no leaving her, no giving her up for the greater good. For better or worse, she was tied to him irrevocably now.
"Good girl, kitten. Now that we understand each other, let's talk about what's going to happen now, shall we." His hands ran up and down her sides, trying to soothe the tension that now infused her body.
"Please, Riddick, I need to move. Please..." She wanted to put some space between them, get the ability to think clearly again. He was overwhelming, surrounding her totally. She watched him study her, but instead of moving away, he only reached up to where her hands were and seemed to pull them a little straighter, forcing her back to slightly arch, putting more strain on her already sore body.
"Need and want are two very different things, kitten. You'll learn this, eventually. For instance, you do not want to go to that school the holy man picked out for you. But you will, and you know why, Jack?"
His voice had filtered through her head, the tone whirling and wheeling about her, but never solid. It wasn't until he used her name that brought her back to focus on his face, if not his words. He had always been this god that she had looked up to, wanted to be, but now she saw something dark in his face. Something out of one of those old earth fairy tales that came out from the dark and would drag her down so deep, she would never kick her way free. Though, at this point, she wasn't even sure if she would struggle when the deep, dark would come for her.
He seemed to have noticed her lack of focus, as he shook his head and flipped her over onto her belly, and once again found herself put back into the previous stress position that she had found herself in earlier. Once again, her hands were caught up in his larger one and pulled high up on her back.
"Need to work on that, Jack. Have to focus when I'm talking to you. I don't care how tired you are, how much you hurt, my voice has to be the one thing that when you hear it you obey. Understand?" A slight hitch of her arms had her nodding her head, breathing hard through her mouth.
"Yes, yes, Riddick. I understand! Please!"
"No, kitten, can't trust you to focus right now. You'll stay like this until we're done talking." Her quiet whimpers were having a serious effect on him and his beast. On the one hand, he needed to start imparting this lesson sooner than later, and she had earned it, but he didn't want to break her. Time to hurry this up.
"Now, let's try it again. Do you know why you'll go to that school, Jack?" He watched as she tried to breathe into the pain, proud that she was trying to stay focused.
"No...why...Riddick." Her words came slowly, trying to muffle the whimpers that she desperately wished she wasn't making. He smirked as he released some of the tension from her arms and heard her sigh in appreciation.
"Because I said so, and because you're mine. Aren't you, Jack?"
"Yes, yours, please Riddick. I'll do what you want, whatever you want! I'll be good! Please!"
"Good girl, I know you will, kitten. I'll make sure of it." He felt her shudder beneath him and for the first time that night, truly smiled.
He released her arms, and pulled her up to face him, cradling her face. Her eyes flew to his and he resisted the urge to take...claim... like his beast was demanding. Instead he pressed his lips to her forehead, felt her eyelids flutter at the touch, a hand coming up to rest on the back of her neck. She shuddered at the touch as he led her out of the storage closet.
"Come on, got to go check and see how the other animals are behaving..."
The club's music was pounding, the beat pulling the crowd along into a throng of people writhing and pulsing. He loved the place already. He led Jack back to the dais, leading her with the hand on the back of her neck. She didn't protest as she was led there; didn't protest when he took a seat and pushed her to sit between his knees. Her head rested on his upper thigh, and he felt himself twitch.
He sat there for a few hours, letting people come up to him, expressing their gratitude for getting rid of the previous owner. Apparently, he had been rather a prick.
His eyes were drawn up from contemplating the almost sleeping form of Jack on his thigh by the approaching bartender from earlier. No one who had approached him had yet to mention her, but it seemed the bartender had no such compunction.
"She's cute." His eyes were fixed on Jack, who was slowly blinking back up at him. Riddick's hand petting her head had him re-fixing his eyes on the dangerous criminal seated before him.
"Yes, and she's mine. You're the bartender, right?"
"Yeah, David. I've been working here for a while, thought I'd introduce myself."
David and him spent some time discussing the business of the club before he went back to bar tending. The club and its bar was profitable, but it was the fight club down in the basement that was the real money maker. According to David, the fight pit was full of ranked fighters that came from all around to prove they were the best.
Intrigued by the fight pit, he looked down at Jack thinking of taking her down there and to watch a few fights even, but she was passed out on his thigh. Really going to have to work on her stamina... he thought as he picked her up so that her head was resting on his shoulder, her legs around his middle. She didn't even stir. Always something with you, isn't it Jack...
Nodding to David at the bar, He made his way out of the club and headed to Imam's place. Once there, he slipped in and headed up the stairs to Jack's room. He deposited on the bed, and quickly stripped off his boots and shirt and slipped under the covers. His arms were soon full of a sleeping Jack as he drifted off to his own sleep, full of thoughts of how tomorrow he and Jack would spend the day.
