Control Me Part 2
Alyse froze.
Her breath, her heart, her body... she just froze. Her mouth hovered open, but no question left her lips. Thor could read the questions in her eyes.
His fingers slowly reached for her hand and she numbly let him take it, curling her fingers around the black ties. "I want you to tie me to the headboard." The god said in his deep voice, his heart racing fast. "You have the control tonight. The Varhide will hold me down. I will be helpless to you."
When he was confident enough Alyse would hold the Varhide ties on her own, his hand moved back to her cheek, needing her comfort. His breaths were coming slightly short with anticipation. "You can do whatever you want to me, and I will be at your mercy." he breathed. "You can strike me, hurt me - anything, and I will be unable to fight back unless you release me. You have all the control, Alyse. Do this, and nothing can hurt you."
The first tear ran over Alyse's cheek without warning, her eyes still wide and distant as she sat on his belly. But she heard him alright; her knuckles were white, clenching the Varhide.
Thor's palm stroked her cheek gently, thumb brushing away the tears. "All I ask is that you refrain from doing anything that will cause you further injury."
Her wounds may not be serious anymore but they were still tender. There was still damaged skin and blood beneath the scabs, not heald yet. They could so easily split and bleed fresh if she wasn't careful. And while that would be far from a major injury, it would hurt and delay her healing by precious time Thor didn't want to waste. He just wanted her to be careful, but-
Her hand closed shakily around his wrist at her cheek and he let her guide it away - to the headboard. Thor held his breath as a quietly sobbing Alyse leaned forward over him, taking the Varhide with her. He resisted the urge to look. He just held his wrist where she'd left it, keeping his eyes on her shirt covered belly above his face. He could feel her fingers shaking. She worked silently, eyes on her task as the tied the Varhide with slow but nimble fingers, until Thor's wrist was bound by a tight, secure knot. If what he said was true about the material's strength, there was no way he was escaping.
Alyse sat back and drank in what she'd just done. She gulped back the tears. Every part of her was screaming at her that this was wrong. He was her prince. The things she'd said, and the things she was now doing... she shouldn't be left alive. Anybody else would have been dragged out and killed for doing this.
Once again, Thor's spare hand found her cheek, seeing her distress. "Alyse." His breathless tone drew her eyes down she met his orbs. Calm, yet hard and determined, bracing himself. They burned alive, but with something a great deal tenderer than anger. It was so soft, so heartbreaking; it had more tears running over Alyse's cheek. "I am yours. For what I have done, I deserve the harshest punishment and now you must administer it to me. Have your vengence, my love."
The breath stilled in her chest - and in Thor's, his words echoing in both their heads. What had he called her? His... love? Alyse's heart thumped in her chest, not in fear anymore. Something... lighter. Happier.
Then her eyes blinked to the prince down beneath her and the feeling didn't last long. It was buried now beneath her dread.
Thor's eyes blinked free of their own glistening surprise, hardening with determination. Gritting his jaw, he nodded to her firmly. She had to proceed. She had to. He wasn't going to settle for anything less, wanting her to beat out every ounce of her anger, hate and fear out on him until there was nothing left.
He would do that for her? He would let her?
Still holding her breath, she leaned forward and pulled his other hand to the headboard, binding it before she cowered out.
Sitting back on his belly, she drank in what she had done. A god. A helpless god, tied down for her will, his wrists tugging to test the bindings. They held firmly. She breathed out a shaky breath - now he was her prisoner.
Her hand relaxed down, fingertips brushing over his warm chest. It started to dawn on her; she had the control. His palms couldn't hurt her. The smile flickered on her lips, heart aching with relief. She was safe. Gods, she was safe. She'd never expected to feel that again but here she was, sat on the God of Thunder's torso, her abuser. And she could do whatever she wanted to him.
"Don't hold back." Thor ordered in a rasp, eyes hardening, bracing himself. Alyse's heart thumped with adrenalin - who was he to order her now?
Thor's fists were clenched at the headboard, trying to fight the urgent thump of his heart. It was panic. Anxiety... perhaps a touch of fear. He didn't like being helpless. And though he could kick her off if he wanted to, they both knew he wouldn't. It wasn't his boots she was afraid of, it was his hands. Now, Thor understood her fear. She could do anything to him right now. Hell, she was in prime position to kill him if she wanted to.
But she wouldn't... would she? Thor's heart beat so hard it hurt and he watched the woman's eyes as the settled, wide eyed fear slowly being replaced with cool, dark lust.
Alyse stared down at him, and felt the power stream through her like hot blood. Her body relaxed as she sighed out a cool breath. She wasn't afraid. Not even a little. How... she could hardly remember what not being afraid felt like, so long since she'd felt safe enough...
Her eyes scoured over Thor's body. Over his strong pecs, broad shoulders, ripped, defined abdomen muscles, all bound in golden smooth skin, only marred by the odd small battle scar.
What could she do to him?, she wondered. He'd hurt her, made her fear for her life... what the hell could she do to him?
She felt the anger start to bubble in her belly and knew it was bleeding into her eyes, her breaths picking up. How dare he. How dare he. Her teeth gritted as the memories of her anguish hit back hard - and she hated him again. It was his fault. He'd hurt her. Caused her such pain she'd wished she'd had died. Caused her to become this quivering, frightened little wreck.
Tears stung at her eyes, but she didn't fight them. Her fists started to curl - but she released them and raked her fingers through her hair instead, closing her eyes and taking a deep, measured breath.
She didn't know what to do.
Then her fingers brushed the small, metal dagger wedged in her locks and her eyes shot open.
She held her breath.
Punching him would hurt her. She'd probably just dislocate a wrist if she did that, hurting herself more than him. But a blade... her eyes hardened slowly to a cold glaze as her thumb and forefinger numbly gripped the base of the thin handle and slid it free gently, freeing her locks to tumble loosely around her shoulders.
She watched Thor's eyes widen.
Her heart was steady in her chest, but she knew Thor's would be racing, feeling it as she pressed her palm over his left pectoral muscle. She rearranged her fingers in a more secure grip on the blade.
She felt evil as she loomed over the muscled man, blade in hand. And she felt calm about it?! She wanted to feel panicked and anxious - as any normal being would! But all she felt was a deep, simmering anger, burning in her heart. It scared her. But then she looked down at the man beneath her, hot tears running over her cheeks when she thought of what he'd done...
Her head shook from side to side as she touched the blade tip over his heart, and dragged a slow, firm line downwards. A thin trail of red followed.
The god sucked in a breath, torso lifting off the bed slightly at the stinging pain. His teeth gritted together, fists clenching hard. The blade released him at the base of his pec. The air left his lungs in a panting rush. What the...he hadn't bargained on this.
The cut was far from deep, just scouring the first few layers of skin. But the blade was sharp and the pain was accute. It was so fine, not like the blunt, thudding pain from battle wounds. This was...
"Ah!" the cry jumped from his lips as the blade dragged unexpectedly against his abdomen, just under his ribs. It drew a thin line across his belly.
He groaned through his teeth, trying to channel the sting. Such a delicate pain, more psychological than physical, he thought, an assault he'd never had to deal with before...and it went straight to his groin.
He wasn't sure how he could be aroused when Alyse was pressing a blade into his skin, revelling in drawing his blood - as her eyes betrayed, hooded, as if the sight of his blood was slowly seducing her - but he was. Her fingers cut with the blade, but moved so softly, so smoothly...hell, she was still a goddess. He was getting seduced by his own torture.
He grunted as the blade dug a firmer cut into his side, but was grateful when it didn't move, just pressing a nip into his body. He felt the blood run more freely from that one.
His eyes lifted to Alyse and he breathed in laboured breaths. She ignored him. She was just absorbed, looking sultry and fascinated as the blade pierced his skin, her body and fingers fanned out and draped over his torso. Her straddling position didn't help the tauntness in his trousers, nor the way she ground her pelvis over him, lust sparking in her orbs.
But she wasn't afraid, Thor reminded himself. It was working. In dominating him, she was conquering her fear...but she was drunk on the power.
There was nothing sane in her orbs, just carnal lust and longing, bloodlust...was that what he looked like? When he'd beat Alyse, was that what he'd looked like? His blood ran cold with dread, despite the way his body was heated from the cuts. No wonder she was afraid of him. He was a little afraid of her right then!
He didn't dare move though. Not when she was armed. He wanted to close his eyes, lean his head back and embrace the pain stinging his body, but he couldn't. He felt compelled to watch her abuse him. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
The blade continued with its deeper cuts, dotting around his body. Just pressing in, then pulling out. Slowly. Drawing it out. It wasn't enough to cause serious harm, but it was enough to drive his mind crazy, his heart, his body...
His golden skin was soon littered with cuts, blood running from the open wounds. He breathed in harsh rasps, his eyes dark pools of desire, channelling the stinging pain and the hot ache in the front of his trousers. He hadn't planned on feeling this way... but he did. She was stirring him, and it was almost additional torture that he could do nothing about it.
Groans and moans rumbled in his chest, thick with desire as the blade touched him, kissing his abdomen, his chest, his shoulders, his arms...then Alyse touched it to between his collar bones and dragged it down slowly in a direct line south.
Her teeth snagged her lip - it was the first sign of her coming out of the erotic trance she'd created herself. The blade trailed lower, over his chest, and stomach, bleeding a line so thin it was hardly there.
And the closer it got to the waistband of his trousers, the more painful the ache became.
Alyse's own breath hitched and she squirmed back slightly on Thor's body, giving more room for the blade to drag. She was completely out of it, letting her instincts guide her. Her brain had tuned out. She didn't dare switch it on again. Like this, she was confident, the anger inside her settling with a contented growl with the more blood she offered to it.
Then something hard dug between her legs and she was so surprised her mouth dropped open and she moaned - and the blade pressed a deep cut into Thor's belly.
"Argh!" The god twitched on the bed, face scrunching at the sudden unexpected pain. For a few moments, he stayed that way. Such a tiny woman, such a small blade... but it could cause him pain. That thought shocked him. He never expected to feel like this.
As his eyes opened, near feral, he forced out a stiff groan between gritted teeth. Gods, he felt like he was losing his mind.
Alyse didn't see it. She was sat back on his bulging erection, head tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted... gods, it had been a while since she'd been touched there. She could feel herself moisten.
She sucked in a ragged breath and the blade hung limply in her hand, still lodged in Thor's abdomen. Her hips ground down on his. A deep, throaty moan left her, feeling her heartbeat race, her knees weakening. Her core ached, ached to be filled. He felt so prominent beneath her, so hard...it had been too long.
She needed it, she decided. She couldn't wait, she couldn't bear it. It almost hurt she neeed him so much. Heat burned, twisting at her insides and her blood was thick with lust. What was happening to her?
She felt manic as she absorbed the feelings...then her eyes snapped open and all sensible thought left her. She wrenched the blade out of Thor's belly and crawled swiftly up his body, losing her fingers in his sweaty blonde hair as she crashed her lips to his. When had he started sweating?, she wondered, sucking in his hiss of pain from the dagger's rapid departure and the way her hips ground on his bloodied torso. Her fingers grazed over his face and neck, feeling the perspiration there.
She groaned against his mouth, ignoring the faint shudder of his body beneath her. He'd said anything, right? That she could do anything she wanted...
And she wanted this.
Her hands reached down and fumbled with his belt as her tongue plundered his mouth. It wasn't hard. Everytime his tongue put up a fight she just had to sit back on him, touch a wound, and he'd be gasping again, giving her free access. She was writhing manically on top of him.
In the back of her mind, she knew she must be hurting him and she could feel the guilt start to creep through the cracks in her softening anger. But, in pain or not, his hips thrust up against hers - he wanted her too.
She tore herself off his mouth with a groan and fled to his trousers, hands clawing at them, tugging them down. He lifted his hips helpfully, and a few tugs later, his manhood sprung free, trousers pooled at his ankles. He kicked them off for her, as she straddled him again.
It was his turn to groan this time, as Alyse ground down against him, lifting her shirt off her hips. Not off her body - just out of the way, so her bare womanhood, wet for him, touched his need.
Her head leaned back and her eyes fluttered shut, basking in this feeling. Wow... she hadn't felt this for a while. Now it was back with a vengence. Before this ordeal, her body had been used to getting fucked every day and now... now it wanted to make up for lost time. She didn't want the flowery love making from the bath. She just wanted to be filled, to be taken hard, satisfied until she couldn't see straight.
Her hand reached beneath her and Thor moaned as she gripped his length, moving herself over him. The healing wounds on her backside stretched dangerously as she widened her legs.
"Alyse." The god gasped from the headboard. His heart was beating out of control, just...at her mercy. A thin sheen of sweat covered his torso, shimmering like glitter. His head leaned back against the pillow, eyes fluttering. He felt in some strange far off place, his mind light and far, his body tingling with the biting wounds, his cock straining for her...
He almost whimpered in a very ungodly-like fashion when she lowered herself slowly onto his length. His hands gripped the headboard, knowing the enchantments on the Varhide would protect it.
His hips lifted, easing up for her to take more of him. His body hurt, his mind clouded, but all he could think about was the lust consuming him.
It felt euphoric. Despite whatever doubts Alyse may have, he'd stayed faithful to her, stayed celibate for her... and now that ache was being lifted and it felt divine. He felt numb with bliss as she claimed him, lowering further and further onto him, her core gripping his deliciously tight.
She gasped and whimpered as he stretched her. Gods, her body wasn't used to this anymore, but she was not going to back down in a moment of tender discomfort. The ache to be filled was too strong for that. She couldn't turn back now. Her hands fell on the god's sweaty and bloody torso and her fingers clenched as she slowly impaled herself on his cock.
Thor hissed as her nails dug into his wounds and his body lifted, hips bucking instinctively - filling Alyse swiftly in one quick thrust.
"Ah!"
Alyse's eblows trembled, fighting to hold herself upright as Thor hit the back of her walls, and she paused, gasping for breath.
Her body gripped him in a vice like grip, tighter than he'd ever remembered her. He longed to reach out and touch her, to pound his hips up into her, to slam her hips down on his and quench his desire... but she was in control, not him. He groaned hard.
Alyse felt him so long and thick inside her, pulsing with his need to claim her. It made her weak with bliss, feeling him fill her so resolutely, pressing against the tender spots inside her.
She leaned forward on her elbows, hips grinding down on the god as her hands reached for his hair, grabbing fistfuls. She needed something to hold onto.
Her lower body felt slick and she had no trouble sliding herself up and down Thor's length, taking more care than she'd planned as her poor body protested. Every thrust had Thor hitting that glorious spot inside her than sent her limp with pleasure, body arching into his. Her wounds stretched, and a prick of pain alerted her.
"Alyse." Thor grated out, the slow place clearly not enough for him. The way his cock strained inside her, Alyse knew that already. "Careful."
She knew his warning was referring to her stretching, opening wounds, feeling their calling attention grow stronger and stronger every time she moved herself up and down on the god. She'd already accepted they would bleed open.
It wouldn't hurt that much. She'd faced so much worse, and a tiny bit of blood for this much relief was a small price to pay. She didn't stop.
"Ah!"
Thor's hips nudged beneath her, pushing deeper inside her. It was like Thor's mind and his body were wanting two different things, thinking of concern for Alyse, but his body consumed with the instinct to ram up inside her with all it had. It was a battle that raged within the stunned god, still numb and lightheaded from his wounds.
Some sort of shock, was his best guess. He'd had worse wounds than a few meagre cuts, but he'd never gone into this sort of state before. He'd never done anything but grit his teeth and soldier on when he'd been hurt before.
But these cuts weren't just breaks in his skin. He could still remember each one being made, embossed on his brain, his heart tugging knowing it was Alyse inflicting it, a strange sense of relief consuming him knowing that justice was being done, his loins burning for Alyse at the sultry, abandoned look on her face...
He clenched up his fists and thrust up hard into Alyse. She cried out with a whimper.
Thor scolded himself instantly in his brain. Too hard. He was being too hard on her. She was already weak and delicate and she hadn't had sex in a while -and he was giving her hard thrusts like that?!
But he was relieved. Despite everything. Despite her hate, her anger, her desire to hurt him, to nip tiny cuts into his body, chipping at his self control and saity - despite all that, she still wanted him. And she was grinding down her hips on his to show it. He couldn't endanger that.
He forced his hips to still and let himself embrace the feeling of Alyse's tight, wet body gripping his, savouring the sensation. He'd missed this. He'd dreamt about having this again.
He groaned hard as Alyse started to move in a different way over him, no longer the strength to bob, but gyrating over his hips instead. She stayed sat back on him, her hands braced on his bloodied torso, fingers pressing into his wounds as they curled with pleasure. Her hips rocked forward and back, never lifting off, but rolling into him in new ways.
His tip never left the back of her walls and the change of movement only put more pressure on his cock, enticing him more...and it felt so hot that his hands and arms were restrained.
He moaned again at his helplessness. He wanted to grab her hips, to drive up into her, to spin them over so he could pound into her heat.. but his pleasure was at her mercy and with this maddeningly slow pace, she was torturing him. It was tougher than he imagined. He clenched his fists and he fet his body weep with more sweat as his woman moved unhurriedly over him.
It was far from torture to her. Her head was thrown back, lips parted to allow a steady stream of moans and gasps to come forth. She was lost in her own pleasure.
He was good. Even tied down he was good, pulsing inside her, pressing against the place that made her shudder. She could feel every inch of him stretching her, pushing inside her. It felt good. It felt better than she imagined. This time she had nothing to worry about other than what her own pleasure was, what she wanted.
And with her insides starting to quiver, she had definitely found what she wanted. For once, she was fucking him. He was hers. And she was going to claim him.
She fell forward on him and reached for his hair as something inside her started to burn, heating up and tensing. She fastened her teeth to his shoulder as her fingers tugged at his hair, far from gently. He didn't need gentle, and with the fast build up of her release coming, she didn't want it.
The god roared.
It took every ounce of his self control not to plow into her and .. frankly it surprised him. Just minutes ago the pace had been inadequate, not enough to test him. But now...
Her teeth bit his shoulder, her hands in his hair, her body draped over his overheated one, her core engulfing him, pressing down on his need with the same urgency he felt...heat was pooling in his gut and his hips were rocking slightly. Now it was enough. Now it was more than enough. And it was intense.
Garbled moans left him as his fists clenched and unclenched at the headboard. The heat in his gut was getting uncontrollable.
Alyse felt him swell inside her and moaned into his shoulder, his hips nudging up into hers, making her pleasure all the better. Her body was numb by now, letting her hips take care of it all. She was so close, wound so tight, tears almost pricking her eyes she wanted her release so bad.. and one of Thor's nudges gave it to her.
Hot pleasure exploded in her core and her deep moan was muffled in Thor's shoulder, vibrating through his skin. She lay draped over him as stars dotted in her vision, just basking.
But Thor was still movign beneath her, chasing down his own release.
No.
The voice hissed inside her and Alyse listened to it, rolling off the god and his still rock hard manhood. The satisfied ache in her nether regions was delicious.
This was good, she thought. She couldn't even remember feeling this relaxed before! Maybe their first time - no, she'd been intimidated by him then! The bath had come close but this... no, this was truly bliss.
Until the god let out a shattered moan.
Thor could hardly contain himself and let the harsh breaths and pained groans leave him freely, just... his cock throbbed for the release he'd been denied. He burned. His groin burned, his torso, his heart - gods, she'd robbed him of everything. There was nothing that didn't feel the effects of her actions.
He felt too hot. His body, his cock.. he felt overheated without the satisfaction of completion, left unfulfilled...and she would leave him, he realised, as she hitched her knee over him, falling on her side under the crook of the god's restrained arm. Her cheek nuzzled his sweaty, bloody chest, sated.
He couldn't say the same.
The fire coursed through him maddeningly. Just seconds, and he could have shared her bliss - but no! She was to torture him like this too?! Truly, she was cruel.
But in the back, of his mind, he knew it was no less than he deserved. His fists clenched so hard they hurt and his body writhed, helplessly, trying to ease the ache, the burn of desire consuming him. His chest moved up and down with his rapid, short bursts of breath, desire, heat and anger flooding through him.
He screwed his eyes shut and pulled at the restraints - he cried out as the Varhide cut stings into his wrists, enchantments hurting more than any phsyical break in his skin.
He groaned again, feeling tears sting at his eyes. He couldn't believe this; it was so intense, too much..."Please." he rasped, pleading with Alyse. She could soothe him, if she just took his cock for mere minutes, he would finish and be happy. "Alyse, please!"
A small smile tugged at Alyse's lips as she settled on Thor's chest, eyes fluttering shut. She ignored him.
"Alyse!" Thor shouted now. He couldn't bear it. He wanted the burn to stop. He just needed to finish, needed her to help him if she wouldn't release him to do it himself. "By all the gods - please! Have some mercy, for Odin's sake!"
Deep breaths, Alyse told herself calmly as Thor's chest started to stop it's crazed hyprventilating. His breaths were long and measured now, clinging to control.
She ignored him again.
She half wished she could keep Thor tethered down forever, but she knew that wasn't an option. Sadly. She liked this, drawing her arm up to wrap across his broad chest. He made a small pain sound in the back of his throat.
She felt good. Very good. Her core felt a feminine ache that she revelled in and her heart simply glowed. She liked this a lot; holding the god without reservation, knowing he was hers and that the only danger she was in was if she did it by her own hand. This safety... it was wonderful. She felt so happy. She felt so calm.
And denying him did the final straw. He pleaded for mercy, and she ignored him - just as he had her. They were truly equal now in their suffering.
She moaned contentedly, feeling her heart beat with nothing but satisfaction. She'd had her vengence. She was exhausted too, her mind light with the itch to fall asleep. She was still safe. Thor was still tied, and she was too tired to even think of her fear anymore. Was that good? She wasn't sure. Right now, she was too tired to care.
A faint smile touched Alyse's lips, listening to Thor's pained groans, knowing he would be suffering for hours into the night under what she'd done.
And tomorrow, she'd be able to look unto him as an equal.
NOTE
And FINALLY we get there! Writing this chapter feels risky though, and I just pray you guys like the risk...you don't know how anxious I am about this, really!
Of course, there are still going to be barriers to be built between them, but this chapter is a little thing I like to call progress. Big progress.
Once again - ideas? I have a plan, but every chapter brings it closer to an end, so...
Please review!