Disclaimer: I don't own these characters
Warning: adult themes at play
Chapter One
She had protested this once, but now she stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Her body was clad in black, laced lingerie, and she knelt before the Drell behind her. He ran his long fingers along the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back in response, unable to resist his touch.
A glint of light caught her attention, and she saw the silver leash coiled around the Drell's hand. Her breath quickened, something he was quick to notice. He knew her every move and expression, and he sensed the fear that was beginning to grip her.
He bent down to press a soothing kiss to her hair, temple, and cheek.
"Siha, you're safe with me," he whispered in her ear, patiently waiting till she relaxed back against his legs.
The cold metal of the leash contrasted sharply against the warmth of his hand as he slid it up her back, pushing her hair over her shoulder as he went. He circled the collar slowly around her throat. She swallowed hard, her eyes meeting his in the mirror.
Her pupils were blown wide, and her chest heaved with a mixture of anticipation, fear, and submission. She whimpered softly as the lace collar clicked into place, struggling to accept her place with him. Tension rippled through her shoulders, and her fingers flexed against her thighs as she fought to maintain the posture he had instructed her to hold.
"You're doing well, Siha," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
The only response she gives is a soft moan as he uncoils the leash from around his hand, letting it dangle between her and the mirror. Her eyes fixate on the metal chain immediately as he clips the end of the leash to the back of her collar. Conflicting emotions flash in her eyes as she struggles to submit to him while maintaining her independence and image.
He remains patient as she battles with herself, his large palms rubbing up and down her arms, providing a comforting sensation for her to focus on. The leash rests along her spine as he whispers soft reassurances into her hair.
By the time her breathing has steadied, and she can catch his eyes in the mirror, his lips have curled into a gentle smile.
"You've done so well. Look at you," he says, his fingers cupping her chin and encouraging her to gaze at herself in the mirror. "Dressed all pretty, kneeling for me. Hmmm... Look at you, collared and leashed."
His words make her squirm, the need to protest clashing with her sudden desire to please him. "You're such a good girl, Siha. You're my good girl, aren't you?" he asks, and she nods in response.
Slowly, he wraps the leash around his fist and tugs her up. Her knees shake as she stands, he is quick to support her with a palm on her stomach. His actions always letting her know that he will not let her fall.
As he turns her to face him, her lace babydoll brushes against her chest, the fabric's edges swishing around her thighs. Her body is coming alive, the implications of being collared by Thane Krios makes her tremble. This is the galaxy's greatest assassin, trained to kill since childhood and merciless when needed. This is the man she had submitted to. His onyx gaze watches her like a snake watching its prey. Every breath she takes, every rushed breath and every flicker of emotion in her eyes is carefully documented by the Drell. She feels more vulnerable now than she would've felt had she been naked.
"You are exquisitely beautiful like this, surrendering to me, allowing me to strip away your defenses." He carefully watches the twitch of her jaw as she struggles to protest. "To break you down into a soft little girl. It is an honor to have this power over you, to watch you submit to my will and give yourself completely to me."
As his words take control of her mind and body, her thoughts fade into the background, leaving her completely at his mercy.
With a possessive kiss, he seals her fate, his tongue exploring her mouth until she's gasping for air. He presses her against the cool mirror, her body responding to his touch like liquid. With her fingers tightly gripping his arms, he tugs on the leash, reminding her of her place as she whimpers her struggle.
"Shhh, we've only just begun," he whispers in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
Tears pool in her dark brown eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of the his presence. Thane had always commanded attention wherever he went. His silence was the type that made the hair on the back of your neck rise with a sense of fear. And now she was feeling the full effect of his unwavering attention, directed solely at her.
He had promised her that she would be surrendering to him in every sense of the word tonight. He gently cups her face, his lips tenderly brushing against her forehead.
"Relax, Siha. It's only me. I will not hurt you. Remember, you asked for this," he reminds her.
"I didn't expect this," she confesses, her words the only coherent thought she has left. He gives a soft smile of understanding, and with a carefully controlled pressure, he wedges his thigh between hers, watching her eyes widen in shock at the invasive move against her body.
He let's her feel her own reactions. Let's her struggle between his body and the mirror until her trembles ease.
"You're already drenched, and your body is primed to yield to me. Soon, your mind will follow suit. Do not resist me Siha."