Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. I open my eyes. It's a beautiful May morning, Seattle at my feet. Wow, what a view. Beside me, Henry Haddock is fast asleep. Wow, what a view. I'm surprised he's still in bed. He's facing me, and I have an unprecedented opportunity to study him. His lovely face looks younger, relaxed in sleep. His sculptured, pouty lips are parted slightly, and his shiny, clean hair is a glorious mess. How could anyone look this good and still be legal? I re-member his room upstairs... perhaps he's not legal. I shake my head, so much to think about. It's tempting to reach out and touch him, but like a small child, he's so lovely when he's asleep. I don't have to worry about what I'm saying, what he's saying, what plans he has, especially his plans for me.
I could gaze at him all day, but I have needs – bathroom needs. Slipping out of bed, I find his white shirt on the floor and shrug it on. I walk through a door thinking that it might be the bathroom, but I'm in a vast walk-in closet as big as my bedroom. Lines and lines of expensive suits, shirts, shoes, and ties. How can anyone need this many clothes? I tut with disapproval. Actually, Ruff's wardrobe probably rivals this. Ruff! Oh no. I didn't think about her all evening. I was supposed to text her. Crap.
Returning to the bedroom, Henry is still asleep. I try the other door. It's the bathroom, and it's bigger than my bedroom. Why does one man need so much space? Two sinks, I notice with irony. Given he doesn't sleep with anyone, one of them can't have been used.
I stare at myself in the gigantic mirror above the sinks. Do I look different? I feel different. I feel a little sore, if I'm honest, and my muscles - jeez it's like I've never done any exercise in my life. You don't do any exercise in your life, my subconscious has woken.
She's staring at me with pursed lips, tapping her foot. So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has very odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.
ARE YOU CRAZY? She's shouting at me.
I wince as I look in the mirror. I am going to have to process all this. Honestly, fancy falling for a man who's beyond beautiful, richer than Croesus, and has a Red Room of Pain waiting for me. I shudder. I'm bewildered and confused. My hair is its usual wayward self. Just-fucked hair doesn't suit me. I try and bring order to the chaos with my fingers but fail miserably and give up – maybe I'll find hair ties in my purse.
I'm starving. I head back out to the bedroom. Sleeping beauty is still sleeping, so I leave him and head for the kitchen.
I find two welcome hair ties at the same time in my bag and quickly tie my hair in pig-tails. Yes! The more girly I look, perhaps the safer I'll be from Bluebeard. I take my iPod out of the bag and plug my headphones in. There's nothing like music to cook by. I slip it into the breast pocket of Henry's shirt, turn it up loud, and start dancing.
Holy hell, I'm hungry.
I am daunted by his kitchen. It's so sleek and modern and none of the cupboards have handles. It takes me a few seconds to deduce that I have to push the cupboard doors to open them. Perhaps I should cook Henry breakfast. Jeez, so much has happened since then. I check in the fridge, where there are plenty of eggs, and decide I want pancakes and bacon. I set about making some batter, dancing my way round the kitchen.
Being busy is good. It allows a bit of time to think but not too deeply. Music blaring in my ears also helps to stave off deep thought. I came here to spend the night in Henry Haddock's bed, and managed it, even though he doesn't let anyone in his bed. I smile, mission accomplished. Big time. I grin. Big, big time, and I'm distracted by the memory of last night. His words, his body, his lovemaking... I close my eyes as my body hums at the recollection, and my muscles contract deliciously deep in my belly. My subconscious scowls at me... fucking – not lovemaking – she screams at me like a harpy. I ignore her, but deep down I know she has a point. I shake my head to concentrate on the task at hand.
There is a state-of-the-art range. I think I have the hang of it. I need somewhere to keep the pancakes warm, and I start on the bacon. Amy Studt is singing in my ear about misfits. This song used to mean so much to me, that's because I'm a misfit. I have never fitted in anywhere and now... I have an indecent proposal to consider from King Misfit himself. Why is he this way? Nature or Nurture? It's so alien to anything I know.
I put the bacon under the grill, and while it's cooking, I whisk some eggs. I turn, and Henry is sitting on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar, leaning on it, his face supported by his steepled hands. He's still wearing the t-shirt he's slept in. Just-fucked hair really, really suits him, as does his designer stubble. He looks both amused and bewildered. I freeze, flush, then gather myself and pull the headphones out of my ears, my knees weak at the sight of him.
"You're very energetic this morning," he says dryly.
"You hungry?"
"Very," he says with an intense look, and I don't think he's referring to food.
"Cause' I'm making pancakes,"
He grins.
"This is delicious, incidentally," he grins at me.
"I only do pancakes, all the cooking and stuffs are not my thing. Mom tried to teach me but, for all her hard works, she fails."
"My mother also does trains me back then, Snotlout's not the type for that thing because he does like to play games and games only. Have I told you Snotlout is my cousin?"
Did I thought wrong?
"I thought he's your brother?"
"Adopted when his father died,"
"His mom?" I ask once more. Now these things are interesting.
"Died when he was a child,"
"Oh," now that's a revelation.
"I've got a sister who's in Paris, adopted when she was a babe. After they found me, I seems to have something that I can't explain. I kinda lost out of friend, scrawny and people starts calling me Hiccup for- "
"Wait, wait, Hiccup?" I giggle. It's cute.
"Enemy fight and I was friendless that time, no one understands scrawny," he tried to explain, death glaring me.
"So, Hiccup?"
"Stop laughing,"
Now he's annoyed, aww, how cute of he.
"Oh gods, the CEO of Haddock's company, Hiccup!" I point on him, like introducing him.
"Astrid," his voice a warning.
Crap. Now stop Astrid.
"Sorry, sorry, I'll stop," I said, biting my lips to stop me from giggling.
"Stop biting your lip. It's very distracting, and I happen to know you're not wearing anything under my shirt which makes it even more distracting," he growls.
My eyes widen, what?
I look at the table and tried drinking the orange juice in the table. He steals the drink and put it in the table. I lick my thumb on the left side of the hand, I then notice that Henry took my right hand and put my fingers one by one on his mouth.
"Let's get you clean up," he whispers huskily, kissing my pinky and thumb.
The bath is a white stone, deep, egg-shaped affair, very designer. Henry sits on a white chair and a mirror in front of him. I could feel his stares against my back, I look at him in my left and saw him peeling his t-shirt off and casting it on the floor.
I slowly unbutton his shirt in me and slowly letting it down itself. I scoot down into the warm, welcoming water. Ooh… it stings. Which takes me by surprise, but it smells heavenly too, and the initial smarting pain soon ebbs away. I lie back and briefly close my eyes, relaxing in the soothing warmth.
The water rises as he sits and pulls me against his chest. A tremor runs through my whole body. I am naked, in a bath with Henry Haddock. He's naked. If someone had told me I'd be doing this when I woke up in his hotel suite yesterday, I would not have believed them.
He was in my back and I can feel his thing in my butt. He gets the sponge and squeeze it up my breasts. I lay down to him.
His hands glide across to my breasts, and I inhale sharply as his fingers encircle them and start kneading gently, taking no prisoners. My body bows instinctively, pushing my breasts into his hands. My nipples are tender. Very tender, no doubt from his less-than-delicate treatment of them last night. He doesn't linger long and glides his hands down to my stomach and belly. My breathing increases, and my heart is racing. His growing erection presses against my behind. It's such a turn-on knowing that it's my body making him feel this way. Ha… not your mind. My subconscious sneers. I shake off the unwelcome thought.
He stops and reaches for a washcloth as I pant against him, wanting… needing. My hands rest on his firm, muscular thighs. Squirting more soap on to the washcloth, he leans down and washes between my legs. I hold my breath. His fingers skillfully stimulating me through the cloth, it's heavenly, and my hips start moving at their own rhythm, pushing against his hand. As the sensations take over, I tilt my head back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my mouth slack, and I groan. The pressure is building slowly, inexorably inside me.
"Feel it, baby," Henry whispers in my ear and very gently grazes my earlobe with his teeth. "Feel it for me." My legs are pinioned by his to the side of the bath, holding me prisoner, giving him easy access to this most private part of myself.
"Hiccup," Shit, what did I say?
I try to stiffen my legs as my body goes rigid. I am in a sexual thrall to this man, and he doesn't let me move.
"It's hot thinking that your moaning that nickname on me." He said seductively.
Is this the time I should call you that then?
"I think you're clean enough now," he murmurs. and he stops. What! No! No! No!
My breathing is ragged.
"Why are you stopping?" I gasp.
"Because I have other plans for you Astrid."
What… oh Thor… but… I was… that's not fair.
"Turn around. I need washing, too," he murmurs.
I turn to face him and Odin's beard!
It's so big and growing. His erection is above the water line, the water lapping at his hips. I glance up at him and come face to face with his wicked grin. He's enjoying my astounded expression. I realize that I'm staring. I swallow. That was inside me! It doesn't seem possible.
I smile at him and reach for the body wash, squirting some soap onto my hand. I do as he's done, lathering the soap in my hands until they are foamy. I do not take my eyes off his. My lips are parted to accommodate my breathing… very deliberately I gently bite my bottom lip and then run my tongue across it, tracing where my teeth have been. His eyes are serious and dark, and they widen as my tongue skims my lower lip. I reach forward and place one of my hands around him, mirroring how he's holding himself. His eyes close briefly. Wow… feels much firmer than I expect. I squeeze, and he places his hand over mine.
"Like this," he whispers, and he moves his hand up and down with a firm grip round my fingers, and my fingers tighten around him. He closes his eyes again, and his breath hitches in his throat. When he opens them again, his gaze is scorching molten green. "That's right, baby."
He releases my hand, leaving me to continue alone, and closes his eyes as I move up and down his length. He flexes his hips slightly into my hand and reflexively I grasp him tighter. A low groan escapes from deep within his throat. Fuck my mouth… hmm. I remember him pushing his thumb in my mouth and asking me to suck, hard. His mouth drops open slightly as his breathing increases. I lean forward, while he has his eyes closed, and place my lips around him and tentatively suck, running my tongue over the tip.
"Whoa… Astrid." His eyes fly open, and I suck harder. Hmm… he's soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty – salty and smooth. "Gods," he groans, and he closes his eyes again. Moving down, I push him into my mouth. He groans again. Ha! My inner goddess is thrilled. I can do this. I can fuck him with my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip again, and he flexes his hips. His eyes are open now, blistering with heat. His teeth are clenched as he flexes again, and I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs. I feel his legs tense beneath my hands. He reaches up and grabs my pigtails and starts to really move.
"Astrid, I'm going to come in your mouth," his breathy tone is warning. "If you don't want me to, stop now." He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary, and filled with salacious need – need for me.
Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge. He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly. Ugh… I'm not sure about this. But one look at him, and he's come apart in the bath because of me, and I don't care. I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he glares at me.
"Don't you have a gag reflex?" he asks, astonished. "Gods, Astrid… that was… good, really good, unexpected though." He frowns. "You know; you never cease to amaze me."
I smile and consciously bite my lip. He eyes me speculatively.
"Have you done that before?"
"No." And I can't help the small tinge of pride in my denial.
"Good," he says complacently and, I think, relieved. "Yet another first, Miss Hofferson." He looks appraisingly at me. "Come, let's go to bed."
Quickly, he clambers out of the bath, giving me my first full glimpse of the Adonis, divinely formed, that is Henry Haddock. My inner goddess has stopped dancing and is staring too, mouth open and drooling slightly. His erection tamed, but still substantial. He wraps a small towel around his waist, covering the essentials, and holds out a larger fluffy white towel for me. Climbing out of the bath, I take his proffered hand. He wraps me in the towel, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I long to reach round and embrace him… touch him… but he has my arms trapped in the towel. I'm soon lost in his kiss. He cradles my head, his tongue exploring my mouth.
He pulls away, his hands on either side of my face, staring intently into my eyes. He looks lost.
He kisses me again, sweetly, passionately, before he stands back and stares at me, blinking slightly. He takes my hand and leads me back to his bedroom, leaving me reeling, so I follow him meekly. Stunned. He really wants this. In his bedroom, he stares down at me as we stand by his bed.
"Trust me?" he asks suddenly. I nod, wide-eyed with the sudden realization that I do trust him. What's he going to do to me now? An electric thrill hums through me. He runs his fingers down my pigtails and let it out. I shake my head to let my hair go back to its unpigatailed position.
"Stay still," he breathes, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.
He steps away into his closet and comes back with a silver-grey silk woven tie.
"Hold out your wrist," he orders as he peels the towel off me and throws it on the floor. I do as he asks, and he binds my wrists together with his tie, knotting it firmly. His eyes are bright with wild excitement. He tugs at the binding. It's secure. Some boy scout he must have been to learn these knots.
What now? My pulse has gone through the roof, my heart beating a frantic tattoo.
"Hold them there, understood?" he murmurs and moves forward. Instinctively, I move back until I feel the bed against the back of my knees. He lowers me on to the bed, lying on top of me, and raising my hands above my head. "Tell me you understand." His eyes burn into mine, and I'm breathless from their intensity. This is not a man I want to cross… ever
"I won't move my hands." I'm breathless.
"Good girl," he murmurs and deliberately licks his lips slowly. I'm mesmerized by his tongue as it sweeps slowly over his upper lip. He's staring into my eyes, watching me, appraising.
His lips glide down my throat, kissing, sucking, and nipping, to the small dip at the base of my neck. My body leaps to attention… everywhere. My recent bath experience has made my skin hyper-sensitive. My heated blood pools low in my belly, between my legs, right down there. I groan.
I want to touch him. I move my hands and rather awkwardly, given I'm restrained, feel his hair. He stops kissing me reaches for my hands and places them above my head again. "Stay still." he scolds me mildly.
Oh, he's such a tease.
"Say yes," he whispers fervently. I frown, not understanding.
"To what?"
"To being mine," he whispers.
I know in that moment that I would do anything for this man. I am his. The wonder that he's introduced me to, it's beyond anything I could have imagined.
I could feel his breath into my womanhood then suddenly, a woman's voice was heard.
"Henry."
Hiccup blinks rapidly, staring up at me, wide-eyed with humored horror.
"Shit!"
"What?"
"It's my mother," he said
"I'm naked," I giggle. What a moment, seriously? Hiccup's mom?
"Get dress." He commands and get off of me.
He hurriedly takes the tie in my wrist and move out of the bed, he then puts a PJ and t-shirt and look at me, nodding his head as a sign that he'll go outside.
I move out of the bed and take the shirt that I used when I woke up, hurriedly putting it and a black jean I saw in a chair next to his bed.
"No need to show me around, no need to hover,"
"He's sleeping Dr. Haddock,"
"Stop the formality, Gobber and he's sleeping? He never sleeps in, certainly not at this hour. Unless of course he is ill? Is he- Ah."
"Sorry Hiccup,"
"Don't be too formal, Gobber, I know how she can be."
"She? Darling, you can try to avoid me, but the least you can do is call me by my name, which is 'mom'."
The words I heard before I walk-run to them.
"Hi." I said after seeing a woman beside Hiccup, his mother, I guess.
The sandy-haired woman beside him turns and beams at me, a full megawatt smile. She stands too. She's impeccably attired in a camel-colored fine knit sweater dress with matching shoes. She looks groomed, elegant, beautiful, and inside I die a little, knowing I look such a mess.
"Oh, dear gods."
"Mother, Astrid Hofferson. Astrid, meet my mother, Dr. Valka Jorgenson Haddock."
"You have no idea how delightful I am to meet you," she murmurs. If I'm not mistaken, there is wonder and maybe stunned relief in her voice and a warm glow in her hazel eyes. I grasp her hand, and I can't help but smile, returning her warmth.
"Nice to meet you, Dr. Haddock," I murmur.
"Valka, she's very pretty, you're very pretty." she grins, looking both of us. She looks at me again and gives me a wink.
"Thanks."
"What happened to calling before dropping by?"
We followed Henry in the living room, I saw him sitting in a chair while looking at his mom intensively.
"And have Gobber give me the run around here, no thank you, I'll take my chances. Well, I was in the neighborhood and I thought perhaps we could have lunch."
"I can't today, I have to drive Astrid home," he said, pointing at me.
Out of nowhere, my cell phone starts ringing. Ruff, I bet.
"It's okay, take it, I was just showing mother out."
"Excuse me." And bow my head to them and move to the left to get my phone in the kitchen.
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Another chapter, just trying to move fast… thanks for the fast comments guys. Really appreciated it a lot. I tried trying to change the scenery and also because I haven't put how Astrid found out what Hiccup's name is... so it's lousy, and not a good talking, I know… but I don't have any scenery in mind… wish you like it