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I have a beautiful girl tied to my bed...I have a beautiful girl tied to my bed...I have a beautiful girl tied to my bed...

Thor ran it over in his head, his eyes glazed in daydream. His mind wasn't in the courtroom as the sentencing proceedings went on around him, completely focussed on the thought of Alyse in his chambers.

She'd been asleep when hed left her that morning, so exhausted from their activities the night before. Well... Thor was a god, after all. He could still see her perfect form curled up on his sheets, her body leaning against his, her face calm and peaceful. She'd looked so beautiful, her blonde hair so wild around her.

He didn't want to be here. He knew if he was focussing, he'd be ready to slit his wrists to escape it all. It was just so dreary...

But he was thinking about the luscious curve of Alyse's breasts, lifted by the way her arms were above her head. The narrow dip of her waist, the pleasing flare of her hips, delicate, shapely legs and slim arms, dainty hands and fingers... she really was the image of perfection.

"Thor!"

The god blinked back to reality, and snapped his head to his father, amongst the other war generals - all staring at him.

He swore in his head, straightening up in his chair. "I, erm..." He gulped, knowing his carelessness had come back to bite him now.

Damn... he needed to get back to Alyse and satisfy his hunger for her.

And soon.

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He crept the door open quietly, conscious that she might still be asleep. He half hoped she would be, so he could stare at her for a little longer. Not that she could really stop him staring, whether she was awake or asleep; if he wanted to, she'd be too restrained to stop him.

Or at least... that had been the plan.

His brow dipped when he found the bed empty, sheets unmade and ruffled. The leather straps hung empty at the headboard.

"What..." Thor stepped in with wary steps unable to take his eyes off the bed where his woman should have been. The woman he'd tied to the bed to keep her there, with him. And she'd gone.

Where could she have possibly gone?

The door had still been locked so she couldn't have left... unless - his eyes shot the balcony doors, his heart skipping a beat, but was relieved when he found them still closed, crossing off the climbing-from-the-window option off in his head.

So where was she? His eyes scoured the room as he walked forward, searching for a trace of her. She had to be here, he thought. She had to...

Anger started to flare inside him as he strode through his chambers to the bed and scooped up the empty sheets in his fist. He gritted his teeth at them - how dare she defy him like this! He brought her here, tied her here for a reason and she... even if she hadn't left, she was playing a dangerous game of hide and seek.

He threw the sheets angrily, though they only made a soft plume sound when they hit the wall. His roar of rage compensated for it instead.

"What?"

Thor span around at the soft, feminine voice just in time to see Alyse swing round the bathroom doorway from inside. Her ruffled hair swung stiffly around her face, thick with tangles. It suited her.

Her smile was beautiful - but it chipped and faltered when she drank in the angry expression on the god's face. And rightly so.

Thor could only just contain his anger as he carved a path towards her, thinking her to have at least some sense when she backed into the bathroom, a fearful look in her eyes. Only then did Thor notice the white material that clothed over her body, sleeveless and taunt around her lush figure, falling short at the middle of her thighs.

For a second, Thor just stared. What... she didn't have any clothes. He'd taken them away from her. This dress...

"Where did you get that from?" he growled, running his eyes up and down the offending garment. He'd taken her clothes away because he wanted her naked. She was defying him, just by wearing that thing.

Alyse's eyes dipped down to the material covering her. When they lifted again, they looked rather sheepish. A grin pricked at her lips, her shoulders lifting in a shrug. "I made it." she confessed, bright eyed. She almost looked like an innocent child caught with her hand in the suagr bowl... but one that enjoyed the thrill of being caught.

"You didn't examine the bedsheets very closely, did you?" she smiled, a little more cautiously when she noticed his expression didn't lighten. Her hands rubbed over her stomach nervously. "I made it from them. There was a ...a dagger. Behind the headboard."

Thor swore in his head. She'd found his dagger? How resourceful was this girl? He was still mad at her ... incredibly mad.. but a part of him admired her. That was impressive.

She'd made the dress out of his bedsheets... well, he hadn't paid much attention to the sheets when he'd thrown them. He'd always kept a dagger behind the headboard. Paranoid warrior habit, always needing a weapon close. And she'd found it.

Okay, he conceded in his head. He'd have to keep a closer eye on her if she was that resourceful. She'd found a dagger, made clothes... perhaps she could have escaped the room if she'd really tried. Right now though, so sheepish and open, he didn't think it had crossed her mind yet. Yet. Sooner or later, she would want to leave. He was dreading that day.

For now though, she was his.

Her eyes flashed with alarm as Thor gritted his teeth, and she took an instinctive step back. It was futile though, Thor's arm reaching out and grabbing her uper arm.

Hard.

She only just resisted the urge to cry out as his fingers closer tightly around her arm, tight enough to leave bruises come morning. She didn't care. Those sort of marks were okay. They would fade. They were repairable.

Suddenly, she felt stupid for doing the dress thing, feeling his eyes glare over it venomously. Her hand clutched the hem and tugged it further down her thighs, eyes lowering to the floor. It was stupid. Stupid to even so much as breathe without his permission, let alone move from the bed, ruin his sheets, and her hair...

He hadn't noticed that yet though, she reminded herself, her cheeks flushing with heat. He was her prince. He had the right to be angry.

Her teeth dug hard into her lip as the prince tugged hard on her arm, ready to drag her from the bathroom. She stumbled after him as fast as she could follow. Blood tanged on her tongue as she bit too hard and her lip split.

The fear dug into her heart as she felt his strength... and her at its mercy. Adrenalin flooded through her system. Her inner muscles clenched.

"That's not allowed."

The growl snapped Alyse's eyes up from her thoughts - and a rough hand ripped the sheet dress from her front before she could do anything. The tear echoed in her ears as she watched the white material get thrown aside angrily.

Alyse gasped as the chilled air hit her body in a sharp rush. Goose bumps rippled up and down her skin and her breath shuddered back out of her lungs. Her arms clutched instinctively around her exposed torso to cover herself under the prince's molten hot gaze, covering her breasts as her thighs pressed together. She was naked... oh gods, he'd just ripped the clothes from her body like a savage... her thighs pressed firmer together to soothe the excited ache starting to grow in her center.

Her eyes dragged down to the floor, grazing over her exposed body. She could feel Thor's eyes devouring over her, drinking in her body hungrily.

It made her heart skip a beat - the strength he held her with, the power she felt behind his touch...he could crush her at any minute if he wanted to. She was at his mercy. Her thighs pressed together harder: it was so hot! All that power, the rush of adrenalin knowing it was unchecked, that it was unpredictable...exciting didn't cover it. It was a heady combination of adrenalin and fear as he held her captured, naked... his prisoner.

Her eyes flickered up - but she staggered back a step as she caught the burning orbs of the prince lock onto hers. At least, she tried to.

Her mouth opened in shock, but before she could speak the god pulled her sharply forward, dragging her unquestionably back closer. His teeth were gritted, eyes darkened with a fury that sent Alyse's blood rushing with heat.

Oh gods, she breathed in her head as her body thudded against the plates of Thor's breastplate, her palms shooting out to steady herself against the cool metal. It gave her shivers all over again.

Her gaze couldn't hold Thor's, the hard look there making her heart skip a beat. She swore she was trembling as his powerful orbs stared down at her. Alyse's jaw dropped open, fumbling to speak... but one look up at his face and the words ran for the hills. She glanced down again.

Thor wasn't about to give her the choice though; a strong thumb and forefinger closed around her jaw and forced her chin up, angling her face to his thunderous expression. Her heart stilled as she met his blazing eyes.

"You are mine." his voice rumbled with power as his spare hand found her wrist and pulled it back, just behind him. It tugged her closer. There was no escape from him now. She felt the heat of his breath wash over her face - and, more importantly, the heat of his erection press into her stomach.

She drew in a shaky breath.

She couldn't look away from those eyes of his even if she wanted to. Thor's hand released her jaw, but she didn't dare move.

Not even when his thumb and forefinger released her jaw. She stayed hooked on his blazing electric blue eyes as his hand went to the front of his trousers - and forced them down.

Something inside her quaked with excitement as she felt the heat of his bare arousal against her skin, feeling the space between her legs slick with excitement. The anger in his eyes told her not to expect anything like before - like her pleasure wasn't on the agenda. It sent the truth hammering home: he was her prince. She was here to serve him. In any way she could.

Once his trousers were off his hips, his hand clamped down hard on her shoulder. And pushed.

Alyse's knees evaporated beneath her as she dropped to the floor, Thor's strong grasp on her shoulder forcing her into a kneel. She held her breath as he held her still - face to face with his impressive erection. Oh gods, controlling her like this, so dominating.

"You have offended me." he growled, the anger still burning in his dark, low tone. So, so seductive..."How do you intend to make reparations for your misdemeanours?"

Alyse's heart skipped a beat at his tone, unable to take her eyes off his arousal. Just... wow. His words lingered in her mind, but it was a few moments before she actually listened to them, drawing her mind into something other than pure awe. Her heart suddenly span into overdrive as her eyes flickered up to his molten orbs, swirling with anger and burning, scorching lust.

She knew what he wanted. What he wanted her to do.

She stayed still.

Thor's teeth gritted in a growl as his fingers moved from her shoulder to tangling in her hair at the back of her head. He jerked her closer.

Her lips bumped against the head of his erection and she pressed them tighly together, feeling the way his hand twitched in her hair. She stiffened and held back, resisting the urge to run her tongue over her lips and taste the moisture that had clung to her.

A small bead of pre-cum glistened on the head of the prince's erection. Gods, Alyse wanted to taste it. Wanted to just take him in her mouth until he shot his seed down her throat... but if he forced her to do it it would be so, so much hotter. Her eyes met his bravely, staring at him through her eyelashes as he eased his hips forward to press against her lips. She didn't open.

"Fulfill your penance." Every word was clear and crisp. Ordering.

It made Alyse's heart skip a beat.

Still she didn't open her mouth.

Thor's growl hit her ears, watching his face twist with anger, seconds before his hand gave a hard yank in her hair. The gasp of pain tore from her - before it was muffled with Thor's cock being shoved into her mouth.

It was a cross between a whine and a moan that vibrated up Thor's generous length from Alyse's mouth and he groaned hard at the sensation. Her mouth was small. Small, and hot. He could feel her stuggling to get back, to get the space back in her mouth instead of adjust to him.

Oh no she didn't... his hand fisted hard in her hair and he pushed his hips forward, rolling his cock to the back of her mouth. He watched her face scrunch, fighting the urge to gag.

Surely, she had to accept she had lost, the prince reasoned, drawing his hips back only to push his dick straight back deep into her mouth. A squeak left her.

Her hands shot up to his hips to still him - as if she could! But Thor's hand that wasn't in her hair grabbed her wrist before it could touch him. His fingers dug into her skin as heat flushed over him, feeling his senses let loose at the sensation of Alyse's throat gripping him tight, like other places in her body...

"No." he growled, rolling his hips again and feel a rush of warmth shoot through him at the sensations. "Just your mouth."

Finally - finally! - her face started to lose it's scrunch. It was like his words gave her a purpose and with his hand at the back of her head, forcing her on, her lips finally started press down on him.

She gave a testing suck.

"Agh!" The god cried out as Alyse sucked him, feeling something curl tight in his belly, bending over at the waist slightly. His fingers twisted in her hair instinctively.

Wow, that was... heady. Powerful. He was slightly amazed as she gave another hard suck, pulling him deeper against the back of her throat. How could she do this? Still, he was hardly complaining about her compliance as he started to thrust his hips in time with her rhythming sucks.

Gods...her lips pulling him like this... it felt strong for such a tiny woman and Thor embraced the heat it brought to his gut, the tightening he felt. It was all getting stronger. Powerfully stronger. This was starting to be a most enjoyable punishment...

Her tongue suddenly pressed against his head, pressing slightly into the slit and lapping up the moisture there. The gods hips stilled as she changed tactics, eager to see what she could do. Glancing down, he was glad to see her eyes fluttered shut. He tipped his own head back and closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the growing ecstasy pooling in his system.

Abruptly, Alyse pushed him all the way back into her mouth again in one fluid stroke and gave a hard suck. Thor's hips bucked hard. Gods, that felt good!

Maybe disobeying him wasn't such a bad idea after all, Alyse thought with an inward smirk, feeling Thor tug at her hair, feeling him swell slightly in her mouth. She knew he was close. She'd done this to him. Her.

She sucked hard, and hard again, suddenly wanting to feel him lose himself in her mouth, spilling his seed down her throat. She so wanted to make him lose control.

The breath rasped from the god. "Yes."

His hips bucked into her mouth and suddenly Alyse's sucks were rendered useless as he raced for his own completion.

His hand stiffened, his hips bucked, his cock rammed hurriedly into the back of her throat over and over again, until the breath finally hitched in his chest and -

A sigh left him as he stilled, warmth and saltiness creaming the back of Alyse's throat. She forced herself not to grimace at the taste. She moaned lightly as Thor emptied himself into her mouth, pouring his hot essence down her throat.

Thor shuddered as her moan vibrated up his length, prolonging the height of his climax. His mouth hung open as a hard groan left him with the last of his seed.

Wow...

Finally, he blinked his eyes open and slowly lowered his head. Alyse started to flutter her eyes open too.

He kept his hand in her hair and his dick in her mouth as her round orbs lifted to his, waiting for him to make the next move. He was the prince. He was in control... he eased his hips back and let his cock slip from between her lips.

Alyse's jaw felt almost disjointed as his sizeable dick left her mouth, letting her close it at last. She felt strangely empty now. She didn't realise just how big he was until he was gone, leaving a reminding ache in the hinges of her jaw in his wake.

He looked calmer now. His face was soft and his breathing calm as he stared down at her, eyes glittering with content. His hand relaxed and stroked round from her head to the front of her face. His warm palm cupped her cheek.

Only then did he notice the hair by her ear, a single stripe running through her blond locks, from the roots to the tips. He reached up and grasped it lightly, as if to check it really existed. "What .. is this?" he asked.

He wasn't sure if he was annoyed or just bewildered as he stared at the blue hair caught between his fingers. Blue. His brow tugged into a frown. What the...

Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, a coy smile tugging her lips. "I found some dye in the bathroom." she said as if in explaination. "I thought it looked pretty."

"So you put it in your hair?"

Another shrug. Thor felt his loins stir afresh at the twinkle in her eye, watching the way her eyebrows wriggled alluringly. "I did say I liked to be different, did I not?"

That she had. Thor couldn't argue there. He stared down at her with wonder. This girl really was a marvel: the librarian who liked pain, who wore her brother's shirts, who wore coloured paints on her lips, who dyed her hair, who made a dress out of bed sheets, who found his dagger...she was fascinating.

And she was all his.

Thor realised his hand was still gripping her wrist, but he was glad as he used it to pull her to her feet, keeping his hold firm.

"Come on." he said, turning and pulling her towards the bed. "These bonds must be tighter if I am to ensure you do not escape me again." Though he was far from complaining with the 'punishing' result if she did...

NOTE

Sorry it took so long. Had a lack of inspiration for a while. Sorry. If you get any ideas then please message me them and I'd be more than happy to see what I can do. Might get me more motivate to write faster. Seriously, the moment you request something, or make a sugestion, that story gets bumped up to the top of my list. I work by demand so...