Collared
Alyse twirled the strand of blue hair between her fingers, staring at it with a face. She was starting to bore of it now. Three days on and it was still stark in her blond locks. She'd hoped it would have faded by now.
Guess not.
She sat with her back against the headboard, knees drawn up in front of her. She'd hardly moved from this spot.
It might have had something to do with the tight leather tie around her right wrist, binding her tightly to the bed. There was no escape this time. Thor had learned his lesson. She'd checked the back of the bed too; he'd moved the dagger. She was back in unfamiliar territory.
Still, it could be worse, she told herself. She was kept warm, fed, slept in a good bed, given mind blowing sex every night... but when she woke, she was always alone.
The days of solitude were broken only by Thor's lustful night visits. When he was with her, she didn't notice it. He was too busy fucking her mindless for her to care. But when he was gone and she was left waiting, alone, all day... a week in to being Thor's prisoner, she was starting to feel the loneliness.
Her hand fell from her hair and her eyes fell to her bare knees. Thor had placed rules on her now. She was not to leave. She was not to cover herself in anyway. The latter was fine. It was a few seconds faster for him to plow into her if he had no clothes to remove.
The leather binding chaffed slightly against her skin, but she didn't dare complain. She didn't dare complain about anything. Not after a few nights ago...
She'd enjoyed it. By gods, she'd enjoyed it! But that anger was terrifying unchecked, and - her mind clear of blinding lust - she appreciated just how dangerous it had been. He could kill her. He could harm her - not hurt, but harm. It sent shivers of fear spiking with her adrenalin - but not enough to want to leave. Just enough to be wary.
He was late today. Usually he was slipping in as the sun fell, spilling its orange glow over the floor from through the glass of the balcony doors.
Now, darkness was starting to edge in, the light dimming. It wasn't like him to be late. Normally, if the dark lustful orbs, and eager look on his face were anything to go by, he couldn't wait to get back to her. Tonight though...
Perhaps he'd found another woman, flitted through her mind. She forced her heartrate to stay level. That was fine, she told herself. She was his servant, nothing more. It wasn't her place to have 'rights' over him. He could do what he wished, and - more importantly - who he wished. All the same, she couldn't ignore the hurt pangs that tore through her.
What if he'd forgotten her? Worry started to cut through her pout, eyes widening with the possibility. Oh, shit. If he'd forgotten her.. then she was out of luck. Tethered down, no one to hear her shout...
No, she caught herself just in time. The only way he could forget her was if he'd changed his rooms, the place she was held captive his private chambes after all. It was impossible for him to just forget her...abandon on the other hand...
It wasn't his job to care. Alyse knew she was lucky in that sense. If he wanted to he could hurt her. Could torture her. Could force her to do a lot worse things than just give him a blow job when she angered him. She was lucky in that sense. He cared enough to keep her well and satisfied, though she knew plenty of men would treat a woman in her situation very differently. For that, she was grateful.
But was it enough? He could just leave her if he wanted to...
Her knees curled closer to her body and her thoughts strayed to her family. They didn't even know she was here. Did they? She knew the prince was thus far considerate, but she didn't think he'd go through the effort of hunting down her parents and brother to reassure them she was safe. They would be in the dark. And she had been wordlessly missing for a week. They must be worried.
She couldn't say though. Could she? No, she thought as soon as she imagined Thor's fiery orbs, outraged at her thoughts straying to the chance of wanting to leave. She didn't. But she knew that was how he would see it.
She was stuck. She had to think. She loved being in the prince's bed every night... but at what cost?
Finally, the door crept open and the shadowed face of Thor slipped inside. He wore a sly grin. Alyse blinked herself back to the present and the smile flittered on her face with relief - not forgotten. Not abandoned.
She noted the way one hand stayed hidden behind his back though as he padded softly towards her. Inwardly, alarm bells rang.
He wasn't shedding his clothes. He always shed his clothes. It was the first thing he did when he came in, climbing straight into bed with her in a matching naked state. He didn't like wasting time.
Her eyes were round, doe and innocent as she watched his advance, wondering what was behind his back. Something to hit her with? Her core tingled with excitement at the thought all the kinky ideas she imagined the prince capabale of.
He'd taken to her preferences well. It seems he'd clocked onto her taste for pain and dominance earlier on. Rough, hard and controlling - that was how he ruled her in this bedrooom.
And Alyse fucking loved it!
She shifted her body further down the bed so she was more lying down, her upper body slightly propped up against the headboard.
The god grinned at her eagerness.
She smiled back as he reached her and leaned down. His mouth kissed hers hard, his warm hand finding the side of her neck. She covered his fingers with hers, kissing him back passionately. It was hard to believe this gentle man had been the same one forcing her to her knees and ramming his cock down her throat just days ago.
"I have a present for you." he murmured against her lips, pulling away slightly. His face still stayed close, filling her vision so that even when his hands moved forward, what they held was still barred from her sight. "Your taste for dominance is delictable." he breathed, and Alyse felt his fingertips stray from the side of her neck to her throat. She held her breath. "But your spirit is suprisingly unpredictable." He mused on, remembering her wondering around in his absense, cutting his sheets and what not of a few days ago. It was surprisingly bold from what he expected from her.
Then again, he reminded himself, Alyse wasn't shy. When he'd first fucked her, she'd enticed him. Pulled his hair. Ran her nails over her skin. Liking control didn't mean she was shy. She had spirit, that was for sure. And Thor guessed she liked the thrill of that spirit being pegged down, challenged.
That had given him the idea. He didn't want her character drowned out - gods knew he was curious to see more of it... but he wanted to play to her other, submissing personna.
He wanted to claim her as his in another way.
Alyse sucked in a breath as something firm touched her throat, Thor's fingers winding it around her neck. A chill of metal touched at the base of her throat and she resisted the urge to reach up and touch it. She waited until Thor had finished clasping the strap around the back of her neck, feeling him pull it tight, just loose enough for it not to leave a mark.
Still, she gasped at the pressure, feeling it there with every inhale and exhale. It felt strange. Dangerous. Like something was choking her even though she knew it was far from impairing her breathing. It was exhilarating.
"You are not timid, that much is certain. But that is different to obedience." the god purred. Around her neck secured, his hand moved to run tenderly down her face. "Let us try to fix that."
He had no intention of taming her. None - no matter what his glittering orbs said; he was playing to her fantasies, wondering what havens she would unlock to him if he did.
Not that he didn't himself enjoy cuffing her in yet another way. Seeing his mark on her...
His fingers ran over her chin from her face, down her throat. The material around her neck was soft to the touch. He smiled; oh, he was very glad he'd chosen to do this. He ran his thumb down over the solid charm in the middle of the choker: his hammer, his symbol. Seeing his mark on her like that...gods, it made him want her.
"Now you're mine." he breathed, eyes roaming over the soft black collar with the silver hammer charm in the middle. The silver of the hammer matched the shade of her blonde hair beautifully, gleaming.
Thor felt a fresh wave of hot need shoot straight to his groin.
Alyse sighed, as Thor nudged onto the bed, his knee forcing between hers. This was what she wanted, she thought, eyes fluttering with bliss as the bulge in his trousers pressed against the space between her legs. She wanted him. His arms braced either side of her head, enclosing her from all sides. Despite everything, this was where she felt the safest.
Lips crashed down on hers and she lifted her hips to grind against his, feeling his hot need reach for her through his breeches. She parted her knees wider.
A whimper left her as something in her nether regions ached desperately, needing to be filled. Gods, she needed him. So, so bady...
Her only free hand reached for below his belt, needing to free him, to feel him.
A strong hand closed around her wrist and yanked it away, pinning it down beside her head. Alyse gasped, eyes shooting open. They instantly met Thor's, dark with lust, hovering over her.
"Did I give you permission to touch me?" hissed from his lips, chilling over hers.
Her core clenched in anticipation, feeling the hard pressure around her wrist. His eyes were blazing. Her heart stilled in her chest as she stared into his eyes, waiting to see what he would do to his little collared prisoner.
It was running through his mind too.
What could he do to her? Another blow job? No, that had been fun but... he wanted something new. Something unexpected. How else could he punish her?
The idea clicked in his head and he growled inwardly at the thought. His lips curved in a wicked smile. Oh yes...
He didn't give her any warning before he ducked down the bed and slipped off the end, kneeling on the floor. His mischevious eyes sparkled at her as she lifted her head to watch him. There was nothing she could do as the god grasped her ankles and pulled, flattening her out against the bed. A surprised squeak left her.
Thor eyed the open space between her legs as he crawled slowly onto the bed again, feasting on her lush body. Gods, she made his mouth water. Made his cock twitch to be inside her. His thick, strong hands ran up her calves and shapely thighs, leaving a path of tantalized goosebumps in their wake.
His grin was feral as he got to her hips and gave a tug, pulling her parted legs closer to him. She had no escape. Alyse was breathless as she felt Thor's hot breath sigh over the skin of her lower stomach, just above her secret place.
For a moment, he listened to Alyse's ragged breathing, listening to her anticipation. It almost made the pressure in his trousers unbearable.
He could feel the damp heat radiating out from between her legs as he ghosted lower, spreading her thighs wide with his hands. Gods, she was so helpless like this, his for the taking.
It was his turn to shudder.
His hand moved high on her hips, using his strong arms to hold them down still as his lips descended. Lightly.
His lips grazed over the hood of her clit and he felt her stiffen in his arms, holding her breath. He didn't press further. Instead his tongue peeked out and brushed her skin, before he ran it down into the wetness of her slit.
His eyes fluttered shut; she tasted divine.
He could feel his resolve trembling. This was supposed to be a punishment for her, he reminded himself, taking a testing stroke of his tongue over her damp slit. He had to get to work. Alyse's gasp was music to his ears.
He pressed his lips against her nether ones, and ventured his tongue forward into her warm depths. He felt Alyse's thighs clench around his head. His tongue dipped out of her as he grinned, feeling her juices moisten his chin. So she did enjoy this, he thought. Good...
His grip on her hips firmed as he braced himself - then speared deep inside her with his tongue. A feminine whine left her and her back ached, Thor holding her hips firm as they fought to lift from the bed.
She was hot and wet around his tongue, tasting sweet. Thor moaned against her. His tongue ran up the inside of her walls, and he felt her shiver in his hands, her core clenching with pleasure.
Her one free hand reached down to Thor's hair and gripped fistfuls, fingers clenching. Thor didn't mind. He was too busy probing his tongue deeper into her body. She was so good; clenching with every stroke of his tongue, quiet moans leaving her breathless body.
Then her hips grew stronger in their grinding, her whimpers rising a tone in pitch. Her hand clenched hard in Thor's hair and he knew she was close, feeling her inner walls start to tremble.
He pulled his tongue out and his face from between her legs, before her orgasm could claim her.
His eyes shot to her face, watching that blissful look she'd held snap into one wide eyed, frustrated. They were just as wild as her hair as she snapped them down to him, blazing with unsatisfied lust.
Thor just grinned, setting his damp chin on her lower stomach. His eyes blinked at her innocently.
The stone of her collar gleamed in the star light from outside, his hammer sparkling down at him below her beautiful face. His thumbs rubbed circles into the side of her hips. "Is there something you wished to tell me?"
He watched the frustration play over her face, watching her battle the desire to tell him, to shout at him. She bit her tongue. All she did was let out a frustrated groan, throwing her head back against the pillows.
Thor chuckled, nesting back between Alyse's thighs. He nuzzled his nose against the lips that hid her clit. Her thighs stiffened around him.
Oh, this was good. Teasing her like this. He could only imagine the frustration of being denied release. He'd never had to wait. If he wanted something, he just had to take it; that was how he and Alyse had met after all - by him fucking her simply because he wanted someone to fuck.
His cock strained for her now, but he found a great deal of satisfaction watching her squirm as his tongue flickered out over her clit. This was something new, watching the way he could pleasure her in a new way. It was hot, exciting...
He closed his lips over her clit and sucked hard, fingers digging into her hips as he braced to pin them down.
"Ah!"
He felt her hand shudder in his hair, heard the creak of the wood as she pulled against the headboard. The cry he tore from her sounded so gutteral, so primal. It was raw and laced with heedy lust - intoxicating!
He sucked again and again, then ventured out his tongue to stroke around the sensitive little nub. He could feel her building again; her hand twisted in his hair and her thighs gripped, hips gyrating to the movement of his tongue.
"Oh gods! Ah!"
Her voice rose an octave and for the second time, Thor pulled his mouth away from her body.
Her heightening orgasm faded quickly, like it was swept away in the wind. This time, Alyse's hand tore to her hair and she cried out, torn with loss and burning, unfulfilled passion. Her eyes screwed shut, chest heaving with her rapid whining breaths.
Again, Thor settled his mischievious grin on her lower stomach.
This must be tortue, he thought as he watched her writhe. And there was nothing she could do about it. Gods, he felt so powerful; a flick of his tongue able to bring her crashing down if he chose.
Only he was holding her back, refusing her release. He was punishing her.
His eyes were glittering, enjoying himself. Her skin was hot beneath his touch, scorching even, longing for him to satify her.
And Thor was losing his patience.
He didn't move his face, keenly watching hers instead as one of his hands released her hips, slipping between her legs. His fingers found her wetness effortlessly.
Her back arched again as he pushed two thick fingers deep and unrelenting into her moist depths. He moved himself further up her body as his fingers arched to the heavens, pressing into her secret spot. Her hand left her hair to grip at his bicep as he moved within reach, hovering above her as his fingers worked inside her core.
Her eyes were still closed as Thor moved in close, placing his mouth by her ear, nibbling on the shell of it lightly. He felt her shiver.
"Are you enjoying youself?" he breathed huskily in her ear. His fingers pressed hard into the spot inside her, and all Alyse could manage in reply was a high pitched feminine whine. The god chuckled and kissed her neck. "I thought so."
His fingers sped up.
They pressed and stretched, pushed and swirled - all bringing Alyse closer to her so craved orgasm. When she was about to see stars though, he pulled his hand away yet again.
She didn't scream or whine this time; Thor saw tears pearling in the corners of her scrunched up eyes as he pulled up, her lips parted in a silent despairing cry. It must be intense, he thought. She must be desperate... and so was he: his hand wrestled with the front of his trousers. He couldn't take it anymore - he needed to have her. Now.
Her chest bobbed with a silent sob as Thor repositioned himself over her, her hand moving to her crying face. The god almost felt guilty. He hadn't meant to truly upset her by denying her. He forced himself not to stop though, promising himself he and she would not regret it later. If she was so built up from the denial, the final release would surely bring it all crashing back magnificently.
His hand found her hip again as he settled between her legs and he watched her mouth open in a silent gasp as he pushed into her. He groaned hard; she was still clenching from the imposing orgasm. So tight...
He couldn't help himself and he thrust hard, watching the distress run from Alyse's face at being so filled. Her chest rose and fell with quickening breaths.
He lowered himself from the hand bracing him up, dropping to his elbow. His newly freed fingers found Alyse's and pulled them away from her teary, blissfully relaxed face. They gripped back hard, as he gave another hard thrust.
His lips found her wet cheek and he kissed her as he plunged deep inside her, the hand on her hip pulling her close as if there was any deeper for him to go within her.
His hand ran down from her hip to her thigh, and onwards until he found the bend of her knee. He hitched her leg around his hip.
Another hard thrust had Alyse throwing her head back against the pillows and Thor breathed a ragged gasp over her cheek. He let himself go, feeling heat already pool in his gut; his hips powered into Alyse hard and fast, pumping into her clenching heat as fast as physics would allow him.
They both needed this now, needed release.
A strangled groan tore from his lips. Alyse's thighs were quivering beneath his palm, trembling with ecstacy around his hips. They were both close.
Her hand delved in his hair but he yanked it free instead, pinning it beside her on the bed. She gasped at his rough grip. He peeled back from her cheek and stared down at her, meeting her lustfully blazing eyes with his. He wanted to see it. To look into her eyes as he made her come.
His gut was quivering and Thor's body lay heavily over hers, his hips doing all the work as his body weight held her down. One hand bound and the other restrained, she was once again at his mercy.
"Eyes. Open." he growled, punctuating each syllable with a hard thrust. Alyse's lips parted in a pleading gasp.
Her quim gripped him hard as she trembled out of control, eyes rolling back in their sockets. Heat clenched Thor's manhood inside Alyse's spasming sex, his own orgasm surfacing.
The hand not holding down hers shot to the side of her face and held her still, forcing her face level with his, her lips a hairsbredth away from his own. His teeth were gritted hard with the effort not to just bury his face in her neck and surrender to his own ecstasy. He would let go when he could see her.
Her eyes opened out of surprise more than anything else; glistening, round... vulnerable as her orgasm mercilessly stole her sense and control, drowning her in pleasure. Her body squeezed his tightly, urging him to follow her into Valhalla.
Thor groaned hard as the look on her pleasure consumed face snapped something inside him: his hips rammed up into her body and it was his turn to screw his eyes shut as he spilled himself inside her. The hard groan left him as his soul tore from his body, his seed shooting white hot inside her.
Every part of Alyse was subtly trembling with the effort of release, her inner muscles still spasming lightly from her orgasm. It only prolonged Thor's, both of them hovering still, trembling in shared ecstasy. Finally, Thor's body collapsed on top of her as his strength was robbed of him and he just lay there, panting over her shoulder, feeling her chest fight against his to lift for air. His weight was crushing to her.
The prince rolled onto his back and turned Alyse over with him, her body too weak to resist him. She just lay on his chest, gasping as his hand stroked through her hair.
Her eyes fluttered shut. Maybe she didn't want to leave after all.
The collar strained lightly at her throat as she gasped for breath, remindingly; she was his property now. His to obey. His to submit to. He was her world now.
NOTE
Between you all and myself we are wracking up quite the intriguing story plan for this thing ;) The point still stands though: any suggestions?- LET ME KNOW!What if this ends up being the last mature fic I write and you must endure your fantasies being unfulfilled? Think of the pain...
Thanks for reading thus far and please review!
(p.s I'm not saying this WILL be my last mature fic, but you never know...)
And sorry for the late update, but it was my 18th two days ago so I was busy coming of age. Adult and now sober, I shall continue to work.