A New Dawn
Thor woke up groggily, sunlight streaming through the balcony, hands still bound, Alyse curled up against him still with a contented smile on her lips. It took a few moments for him to remember what had happened.
"Mmm..." He groaned quietly as he felt how stiff his shoulders were, but he didn't dare move with Alyse on his chest. He didn't want to disturb her.
His thoughts ran lazily to last night.
Lying there now, he hurt. It had takn a long time for the god to slip into a troubled sleep, while the woman at his side slept contentedly, but he had eventually. He didn't feel any more rested though.
Looking at Alyse, he felt a small stab of anger. She'd hurt him. Drew his blood with a blade, tethered him down, rode him to her completion, then left him unsated... it had been torture and she'd ignored his pleas. What kind of cruel was she?
The same kind you were when you beat her, a cold voice cut in his head. His heart sank in shame. It was right.
He'd physically hurt her.
So had she to him.
He'd used her body for his pleasure.
So had she to him.
He'd ignored her cries for mercy.
So had she to him.
Everything she'd done had been done to her first, was all fair and just retribution. Thor had no right to claim otherwise - not if he had any pride as a man at all. He had to accept his punishment.
In the back of his mind, he knew he had to get up and be somewhere. There was always somewhere for him to be as the prince, but he couldn't think of where and he wasn't keen to leave. He was exhausted and aching and wanted to stay in bed.
With Alyse.
He shifted his torso testingly, and sharp pain ran over him. His wounds hurt, his raised arms, groin aching ...gods, he was so stiff.
The woman at his side moaned quietly at the disturbance and curled into his side more, nuzzling her cheek against him. Blood smeared her face slightly. It looked strangely beautiful.
He couldn't take his eyes off her once he looked; she looked glowing, positively angelic in her peace. He'd never seen her so radiant. Thor just drank her in, her gently curved lips, her blood smeared cheek bones, eyelids fluttered shut, hair a blonde mess around her face, but only made her look prettier. She was so beautiful...
And she was clothed! Thor had rarely seen her clothed in his time with her. Only that first day, the day she'd ran, and the day he'd covered her himself... and now.
She should be in silks, not his grubby shirt though. Should have jewels in her hair instead of daggers.
The thought roamed calmly in his head and he imagined Alyse in flowing gowns, with her hair braided and fastened prettily around her face, a necklace of pearls and rings of diamonds, skin shimmering with glitter... and Thor's hands around her waist as he held her back against his him, lips nuzzling where her neck met her shoulder.
His groin stirred again.
He didn't like where he was. Tethered, naked and helpless. He didn't like that at all. Well, he could live with the naked part, but preferably with Alyse like that too...
The 'helpless' aspect, he loathed. He wanted his hands free again, but - as he'd found out last night - struggling got him no where. Only Alyse could let him go. And she was fast asleep. Thor sighed heavily.
Emotions raged within him still though, trauma still fresh from last night. Calm and anger clashed into one. He was glad Alyse had made her peace... but he wanted to be in control again, to be out of those damned leathers. It was frustrating. It made him feel weak. That was a feeling he did not tolerate, ever.
His hips flexed, searching for something to grind against, to relieve the ache he felt somehow. Alyse's leg was draped over him, but too high, on his belly rather than his hips.
He groaned in frustration, feeling heat warm his body again as it had last night. He needed her again, needed release.
Gods, he just needed to do something! The idea of just lying there was just maddening! He was never one for staying still and the thought of doing that now, when he was so hot and bothered... no, he thought. He wanted out of his bonds. Now.
He glanced down to the woman on his chest, thinking. He didn't want to wake her... but he didn't have a choice.
He wouldn't disturb her further if she didn't want him to. He could understand how selfish it seemed, demanding sex first thing in the morning like he would be. He wasn't proud of it. But he needed to stop the unbearable ache somehow. Even if that meant going to the bathroom and doing the job himself, that was fine. Alyse still needed to let him go though.
He nudged his shoulder, and Alyse's sleepy head shifted. She groaned quietly. "Alyse." the god whispered gently. He nudged her softly again, and this time her cheek nuzzled against his bloody chest. "Alyse, wake up."
He was waiting for her eyes to widen, for her to panic afresh.. but she must have just been too tired. Her eyes barely peeked open, just enough to acknowledge that he was there before she tucked her head on his chest, settling to sleep again. She didn't scream, or jerk awake. Hell, her sleepy brown eyes had barely been conscious but... but they weren't afraid. Not at all.
For a moment, Thor just stared. Damn, for all he'd suffered at least it had worked! She wasn't afraid...
Then the ache in his groin reminded him sharply what he needed her for: "Alyse, you have to untie me." he murmured. He wasn't sure if she would do it, but gods, he couldn't do it himself.
Maybe she didn't fear him because he was still restrained he thought. Maybe once he was free, then she'd be afraid again.
His shoulder nudged on though; he had no choice.
The heat in his gut was becoming more than uncomfortable, and all Thor could think about was relieving it. Whether that be inside Alyse or in the bathroom - he was beyond caring. He just wanted to finish.
His shoulder nudged Alyse just a little bit firmer and a little frown dug into her brow. "Alyse." Thor spoke louder, firmer. She could go back to sleep in just a moment if only she'd just release him first. Then Thor would leave her alone to her peace resolutely.
Finally, her eyes peeked open a second time and she sleepily lifted her head from his chest, squinting at him groggily. Slowly, the life started to come back to her eyes.
And her lips started to smile.
"Hmm." she hummed, smiling sleepily, her eyes blinking slowly awake. Lazily her hand trailed up his cut up body, fingers dancing leisurely over his wounds until they were at the side of his neck. "Good morning." she murmured in voice thick with drowsines.
Slowly, she started to squirm, subtly stretching out her every muscle at her own pace. Alyse's mind was still a groggy mess, but she didn't mind. Thor was still bound. She was still in control.
Her body felt stiff and well used. The muscles ached, not used to such exercise, but deliciously tired this morning as she felt a satifying twinge in her core. She'd missed that. Bit by bit she loosened her arms, shoulders and waist, draping herself more over the god with every movement. She didn't mind. His skin was warm and comforting - even if it was dirty from sweat and blood.
Her hand at his neck rose to play in his hair and she moaned quietly as she pushed herself slowly up his body until her face was level with his. Her lips claimed his mouth in a leisurely kiss.
She felt Thor's arousal prominently against her thigh. She smiled into the kiss.
Thor broke it quickly, almost growling. "Alyse, let me go." His eyes were sporting a controlled blaze, and Alyse knew exactly what was bothering him.
Her smile widened and she simply stretched out more over his body, watching him wince slightly as more of her body weight settled against his sensitive wounds. He did not look happy. It didn't send streaks of fear through her like it might have once though. Well, it did - but this time it was met with an equal amount of excitement.
Her heartbeat sped up as she teased the frustrated god beneath her, treasuring every second. She knew she'd have to release him eventually. And she couldn't predict what he'd do then.
It sent her insides quivering with a heedy combination of anxiety and adrenalin.
Her lips moved to the side of his neck, knowing his mouth wouldn't accept her kisses. He wanted to be freed. Alyse could feel it, feel his itch to break free and get back in control.
She wanted to surrender it to him. She enjoyed toying with him... but that was it. She didn't like being on top. She wanted to feel his strength, to have her hands pinned down, to be helpless... that was what excited her most. She still wasn't sure how much she trusted Thor though.
She knew it was stupid. He'd done this for her, she'd gone as far with him as could be... and yet she wasn't sure if she trusted him? It was ludicrous. She ought to adore him for what he'd done to win back her trust.
But Alsye wasn't naive.
She was at ease now - but Thor was restrained and couldn't hurt her. And while she wanted to think she believed his sincerity when he said he wouldn't hurt her again, she wasn't sure how her body would react to his freedom when she finally granted it. She prayed it was over. She didn't want to live in fear of him anymore.
She could feel Thor tense beneath her and knew he was just a hairsbredth away from losing control, from swearing and truly becoming angry in his imprisonment. She'd known he wouldn't like it. That had made it all the more touching for her when he'd submitted to it nevertheless.
Her lips kissed his neck sweetly as her fingers trailed reluctantly up his strong arm, muscled bunched, ready to spring free. He was so tense. Her fingertips danced patterns up his bicep, to his forearm. She loved his bulk. His physique was just breathtaking. Finally, though she trailed up enough to get to his wrist, finding the little knot of the Varhide that bound him.
Her fingers picked it open carefully.
She felt sad letting him go. Yet she couldn't quite place why; it definitely wasn't for the control it granted her.
Finally, the thin tie fluttered away from his wrist, releasing Thor from the headboard.
His arm shot forward without hesitation. Alyse gasped helplessly, hands falling to his chest as his arm wrapped around her waist in a heartbeat and pulled her to him, her knees falling either side of his torso to support her. His strength flexed against her back and she felt his growl wash over his cheek, but she knew he wasn't angry - just passionate. He became a beast when he was aroused.
Before, it had excited Alyse. Then it had terrified her. Now... her heart beat wildly in her chest and she stared wide eyed into his electric orbs, just milimeters away from his lips.
What was he going to do? Was he going to take her again? She wondered how rough he would be if he was, her tender womanhood aching. His frustration had built and build and she could feel his thin control - in his growl, in the way he near crushed her to his chest. But she didn't fear him. At least, not in the same way.
She was wary.. but that was different to fear. A little. She felt it differently. Now, she was afraid of what he could do to her - as any normal person would - but she didn't fear that he would do it. That fine line meant so much.
She sucked in a shaky breath and felt her nether regions stir in anticipation. Would he? Oh, she hoped he would!
But then she felt something she dreaded as his lips started to ease towards hers - he resisted. His mouth hovered just a fraction off hers and her heart plumetted. No...as thinly restrained as he was... he was still wary of upsetting her. After everything...
"Don't." Alyse gasped, breathless. Her wide orbs stared into his, praying as his focused on her intently. The lust was dampened by a microscopic fraction. "I am no long afraid." she breathed. "You shouldn't be either."
They both had fear to conquer, and she had vanquished hers. She was stronger now, had faith...but he needed to understand that.
His orbs held hers for a fragile second and Alyse could see the battle in him; he wanted to let loose... but was she ready for that? She wasn't sure, but she was more than ready to test it, if Thor would let himself. She'd accepted his version of apology. If this hadn't worked, then nothing would. Surrendering to her... it had given her such a rush of confidence. Made her feel like she had the power.
And though she didn't have the phsyical power, she understood that now her power to refuse was absolute. She wasn't sure how many times she'd slapped him to draw the boundaries. He'd listen to that, and she'd use it if she had to. For her, that was enough.
She dipped forward and nipped his lips enticingly, hoping to draw him forward, drive him on. His arm tightened, but his head moved away. He wasn't convinced.
Alyse whined quietly in frustration. Gods, why didn't he understand?! Heart aching, she let his crushing arm pull her forward and embraced him, her hands still wedged between their chests. Her chin leaned over his shoulder though, lips by his ear. "I need you to dominate me." she purred alluringly. It was her last playing card.
She felt Thor's breath hitch and held her own, waiting for him to make the next move. Her fingers slyly crept up his other arm though, ready to release him.
Slowly, she pulled back, moving to face him again - and Thor's lips crashed on hers the moment she was in reach. She moaned into his mouth instantly; he sure wasn't hesitant to meet her request. Her hands abandoned his arms and she flung hers around his neck, holding her body to him as his lips stole her thoughts. His free hand roamed up her body, tracing her curves until it found the back of her head and held her mouth to his, helpless as his tongue snaked out and dominated her mouth.
Aylse clung to the god, letting her mind run blank as her body rose with his as he sat up, molded together.
Then his wrist tugged at the Varhide.
The god's body spasmed as a sharp stinging pain seemed to run through him right through to his bloodstream, carrying it around his body. His arm tensed around Alyse and his mouth moved off hers as his head jerked back, gasping. The pain was incredible, all from an innocent piece of enchanted string! He crashed back onto the pillows and Alyse let herself fall with him, feeling his torso start to sweat beneath her as the shock ran through him.
Guilt stabbed at her heart, but Thor couldn't see it, eyes screwed shut as he numbly rolled his head on the pillow, letting the sting subside; it was her fault. She'd teased him, but hadn't set him free yet.
Her fingers fumbled to release his remaining wrist and she leaned over him as his arm fell free, eyes washing over his face carefully. His teeth were still gritted, eyes still closed... Alyse ran the pads of her fingers down his cheek tenderly, feeling her heart speed up with nerves; he was free now. "Thor? Thor, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"
The words died in her throat though as his eyes snapped open; alive, and blazing. Barely controlled. Her heart thudded hard in her chest but she didn't dare move, frozen, locked on his eyes, waiting to see what he would do next.
She held her breath, wondering if that last jolt of unexpected pain had pushed him too far.
His hands shot to her body, one cupping her cheek hard in his palm, the other tugging at her waist, pulling her to him. She gasped at his rough touch, her breath washing over his mouth as he pulled her closer.
His blazing orbs held hers effortlessly. "If you don't want me to absolutely ravage you then I suggest you leave." he growled quietly, rumbling with power. "Now."
Ravage...Alyse's heart flipped. He could mean violent.. or he could mean that he'd fuck her so good she wouldn't be able to walk for the net day. Her breaths picked up a notch and she knew she ought to be afraid. But his rough touch, his strong hold... oh, it just melted her. Her insides puddled into a mess of lust.
"Take me." was the best she could gasp.
And Thor didn't need telling twice.
The moment his arms held around her and suddenly he was behind her, above her, doubts started to crop into Alyse's mind. Was she crazy? She trusted him more but... her skin still crawled with the not forgotten fear, but she didn't listen to it this time, didn't believe it.
She believed in the warm bulge pressing into her backside. The chance for a frusrated Thor to take her, to fuck her so hard and so mindlessly... it was too much. She needed this.
She relaxed into his arms as one wrapped around her middle, holding her up on her knees with her body bent over. His other palm rested on the mattress, holding them both up. His body was flush with hers from behind, bottom to groin, back to chest, him draped over the back of her so perfectly.
His shoulders burned. The pain in his shoulders and arms was intense from being held in the same position for so long. His chest and torso hurt too, but by gods, it was nothing like in his shoulders! Was this what Alyse had felt when he's tied her up? He started to regret it, vowing never to do so again.
His fingers wrenched up the shirt that covered her body, pulling it up just enough to free her hips to him. He could feel the rough scabs of her lingering wounds harsh on his skin and tried to push the troubled thoughts out of his mind. Not now. He would check on her later. For now, it didn't seem to bother her so he didn't let it him.
He groaned as he held Alyse back against him, spare hand bracing on the headboard that had moments ago held him back. His hips ground against her, knowing her core was just a nudge away.
He felt strong and powerful as he held Alyse, felt like himself again, being on top, being in control. He liked this better.
Alyse could feel her body responding to his touch, to his power and let it run its course, knowing there was nothing physical she could do about it. Not that she wanted to: her body weeped with desire, feeling the hardness of his erection against her tender backside. She wanted this. Her heart just skipped an anxious beat.
Especially when she realised what position they were in. The blood drained from her face as she noted her, face down, while Thor loomed above her. It reminded her of that day. The day he beat her.
His suddenly tender fingers on her cheek though, as he settled to lean on an elbow, did not however. "Are you sure?" he rasped.
If she didn't know better she would have thought he didn't want sex with her, trying to lure her out of it. Even though she knew it wasn't true, traitorious hot tears still priked at the back of her eyes. She blinked furiously.
No, he wanted her, she told herself. She could feel that at the back of her thigh. He wanted her. But they both knew this was going to be a hard fuck and he was just being considerate. She was ready to let him. Her hands gripped his forearm around her waist, ready to hang on. She wanted him to take, not ask though. Like before.
The thought to just get up and walk away crossed her mind and Alyse considered it. She didn't want Thor to be careful with her in the bedroom. Not during sex. She needed that aggression. That power. That total disregard for the conventional.
She'd thought he'd understood that, when he'd brought her to his chambers to keep. Maybe not.
For a moment she just lay still in his arms, contemplating.
This wasn't the Thor she wanted... but then she remembered the truth of it: Thor was her prince. He wasn't here to please her, she was here to please him. Whether she liked this new, gentle Thor didn't matter. She was here to serve him.
Her eyes dulled slightly, fingers relaxing on his forearms. Her passion was quickly fading as the thought settled on her. "Have your way, my Lord." she breathed, almost lifelessly.
Thor stiffened instantly.
Then suddenly Alyse fell face first into the mattress, Thor vanished behind and around her. Her heart skipped a beat in surprise.
Heavy footfalls hit the floor and Alyse knew he'd gotten up, pacing by the sound of it. She stayed still, sprawled on the bed, not daring to move. She could feel she'd made him angry.
"My Lord..." he gasped in a humourless chuckle, dark and deadly as he moved around the chambers out of Alyse's sight. She stayed stock still, listening acutely. She couldn't tell where he was, wasn't sure if she wanted to know. Then suddenly something crashed and she knew he'd just destroyed the wooden cabinet. "I thought we were past that!"
Alyse listened to the fast footsteps and seconds later her body flipped and Thor had pinned her two wrists above her head, looming over her with blazing eyes. The breath caught in her throat. Oh my...
Her heart raced as those crazed blue eyes stared above her, furious. But hurt. She could see the tender hurt there.
His body covered hers, knees either side of her legs, caging her in. "After all this time and that is still all I am to you?!" he near shouted, reigning his anger in from a moment ago. His grip on her wrists was going to leave bruises though. His vow not to hurt her hadn't lasted very long. "You still cannot use my name?!"
Alyse's eyes widened as she listened. He...that was what wanted? For her to use his name? No, it had to be more than that, she reasoned in her head. Not just a name..."You are my lord." she justified feebly.
Thor's face moved in close to hers, his lips near grazing her skin. Alyse could see his blazing orbs settling into a shimmer. "I want to be more than that." he breathed, and one of his hands left her wrists to run the pads of his fingers tenderly down her cheek. "I want-" his teeth snagged his lips to cage his words, and Alyse was stunned - she'd never seen him hesitant like this before.
But how could he say it?, he wondered in his head. How could he say what he wanted with Alyse? He wasn't even sure himself ... but it definitely wasn't 'my Lord'.
He was so beautiful, Alyse noticed, staring up at him. His face soft, his eyes emploring...he was so dazzling, like a star in Asgardian form.
Her hand twitched to touch him - and with Thor's having released it, it did. Her palm cupped his cheek tenderly and she longed to reach up and kiss him. She wanted more than that though. Her eyes blinked up at his, soft and adoring. Gods, she loved this man. "Then fuck me... Thor." she breathed.
The words hung for a moment and Thor held his breath, eyes scouring over Alyse's face, looking for something...she had to be bluffing still, trying to meet his princely desires. But the more he looked, he just found hot lust in her brown orbs, temptation stamped on her lips. No numb submission of a moment ago. She wanted this...
And in the blink of an eye the god had turned them over again, Alyse on her knees and Thor draped over her, his arm braced on the headboard. He only paused for a moment to position himself outside her wetness, before he rammed into her.
He groaned hard as Alyse's tight body clenched around his member but he didn't pause, didn't stop; his hips pulled back and drove into her body, Alyse jolting forward under every thrust.
Her eyes fluttered shut, revelling in the fullness. Her mouth hung open in a silent groan; he'd never felt that deep inside her before. She could feel everything of him. He filled every inch of her. His arm under her stomach held her up, her own arms too weak to do it herself. She was numb as the pleasure washed over her senses.
She gasped as Thor withdrew and plowed into her again, the friction delicious. He thrust so firmly inside her. Her hands found his forearm again and held on as he picked up the pace, thrusting hard and fast, over and over again.
His arm around her waist was all that kept her body knocking into the headboard with every thrust. Aylse went limp in his arm, surrendering to him resolutely as his hips knocked into her again and again, hitting that spot inside her every time. She groaned hard, thinking of nothing but the pleasure coursing through her.
Gods, he was so good. This was what she wanted, she thought, fingers curling into his forearm. She wanted him to dominate her. His body was draped over hers and she could feel the warmth of his skin against her back, completely wrapped up in the god.
It was easy to focus on the things he was doing to her, such poignant thrusts...she cried out shakily as her insides danced, Thor pushing her higher and higher with every jolt.
She could feel the coil tighten in her belly and heat pooled between her legs as Thor's generous length pounded into her relentlessly. And then in seconds, in mere thrusts later, she was coming undone in his arms, absolute babble running from her parted lips.
Alyse surrendered to it, letting it carry her away in bliss, even as Thor rammed hard into her and stilled, spilling himself inside her. She was still on cloud nine, only just noticing the god's breath ruffling the neck of her shirt as he lowered his face to her shoulder. Her senses only started to float back into her body as Thor fell onto his side and she collapsed on the bed, her back to him.
She let out a breathless sigh, just lying limp on the bed, basking. Wow.. that had been...
She didn't get a chance to finish that thought trail as strong arms wound around her waist and gentle lips nuzzled her neck, distracting her. She didn't mind really, softness engulfing her.
She felt sated now... happy...she relaxed her body back against the length of Thor's as he curled up behind her, thigh to thigh, back to chest. She felt safe again, with his arms around her. She half wanted to take her shirt off, but she wasn't willing to break Thor's hold around her to do it. She wanted to feel his warm skin against hers, like she did from her hips and below.
Thor didn't seem mind, and if did, he didn't say anything. He did say something though: "Don't call me that again." he breathed softly, and Alyse knew he was talking about his title. He wanted her to use his name.
Thor...
NOTE
I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened. Technical glitch. Even when I replaced the wrong chapter with the new one it still didn't work so I don't know if it's just glitch technology or...I'm sorry for the blip guys
And er...Sorry BatmaninGrey. I lied. Next chapter.