He sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. His long golden hair fell across his face as he massaged his temples, he felt completely drained from the day's events. The god of thunder sat there for several minutes, perched on the purple silk covers of his bed. The bedroom itself was lavish, like most of Asgard the walls were adorned with gold. Several doors led off the main chamber, one to the en-suite bathroom, another to a walk-in wardrobe larger than most people's living rooms.
Thor was so busy lamenting the long day that he'd had, that he didn't notice her come in. He was reflecting on the plethora of meetings and various other political obligations he'd had to deal with that day. It wasn't until the sound of clothing dropping to the floor that he finally looked up. His chiselled jaw dropped as he took in the sight of his paramour. Nic stood about five feet in front of him, a cloak lying at her feet. She posed seductively, hands on corset-clad hips. Her electric blue hair fell to just below her shoulders, and she wore black lipstick that contrasted starkly against her ivory skin. As Thor's gaze traversed its way down her frame he took in the sight of her ample cleavage, ready to burst out of her cobalt corset. Her lower half was covered with black lace panties and a pair of fishnet tights. A pair of knee-high boots completed the look.
By the simple act of gazing upon the face of his lover, Thor felt his fatigue melt away almost instantly. His hands fell to his side as he stood, covering the distance between them in several quick strides. Despite the fact Nic stood at nearly six feet tall in her heels, he still had to lower his face to meet hers. Their lips met with a literal spark from the god, causing a high pitched squeak to escape from Nic. Her hands came to rest around his neck, whilst his gripped around each side of her waist. They continued to kiss passionately, tongues dancing in each other's mouths as Nic moved her hands up, gripping his long golden hair between her pale fingertips.
Thor was the one to break the kiss, lowering his lips down to her neck, sucking gently on the skin at regular intervals while moving towards her ear. She bit her lip as he made it to her right ear, and he started gently nibbling on her ear lobe. Nic shut her eyes and tightened her grip, now pulling tightly on his hair. He let out a low thunderous growl at the light twinge of pain, and she felt herself melt in his arms.
Several moments later, Nic's pale hands had found their way underneath the cloth of Thor's shirt. Her fingers began tracing her way up the grooves of his chiseled abdominal muscles. Thor continued to elicit breathy moans from her in response as he gently nibbled on her ear. As her breathing became quickly more laboured, Nic decided to start moving her right hand in the opposite direction quite abruptly, tracing back down his skin, past his waist and down to the front of his trousers. She felt a thick bulge rapidly growing beneath her hand.
The low growling from Thor once again reverberated around the room like thunder as he felt his lover's hand rubbing up and down over his crotch. He quickly pulled himself back up to his full height, grabbing Nic by the waist. His strong arms lifted her briefly into the air before throwing her forcefully onto the bed. She bounced nearly a foot in the air after landing.
Taken aback by the sudden change of position, she lifted her head off the pillows, straining to see what had become of Thor. He was already half-way out of his shirt. She continued to watch as he pulled it over his head and cast it aside. Thor's muscles, now exposed to the light of the bedroom rippled with the occasional spark of electricity. Nic bit her lip in anticipation, her heart racing.
Taking several steps forward, Thor mounted the bed, crawling towards his lover. Their eyes locked briefly before their lips followed suit. The kissing continued for several minutes, muffled grunts and moans almost continuously escaping from both pairs of lips as the intensity increased. Nic's long black fingernails drew thin red lines down Thor's chiseled back, raking against his bare skin. Thor felt the sharp pressure making grooves in his back and moaned loudly into Nic's mouth. He bit her bottom lip, lightly tugging on it as she continued to rake her nails across his back, over and over again until there were dozens of criss-crossing lines marking his sculpted torso.
"Careful", he breathed into her ear "I'll have to tie you down if you can't be more careful with those claws". She let out an involuntary moan in response, and almost unconsciously drew her nails down his back one last time. Thor grinned wryly at her response. "That's what I thought". As he finished speaking, he lifted himself up off of the bed, his strong arms easily breaking her grip on his torso. He stood by the head of the four-poster, reaching for the nearest post. A faint glow emanated from the point of contact as his fingers brushed against the twisted gold of the bedpost. Nic wasn't quite able to make out the words he whispered in a low breath, but she was sure that they weren't from a language she recognised.
The moment Thor finished speaking, thick grey chains sprung from the top of the four bedposts. They snaked their way down towards the bed, slithering along the covers until they reached Nic's pale skin. The chains from the foot of the bed slid their way underneath her body, forming a makeshift hammock beneath her as they lifted her entire body gently into the air. Meanwhile the remaining pair of chains began to slowly turn her over until she was face-down, hanging about a foot off the bed. The chains then slowly lowered her back down onto the bed, but they didn't relinquish their hold on her. Instead each one wrapped itself around a different limb, coiling multiple times until she was ensnared up to her knees and elbows respectively.
Nic was now hanging face-down above the silk sheets, with each of her four limbs attached to a different bedpost. The metal of the chains was cold, but not uncomfortably so, and she was surprised in the lack of pressure on her torso. Here she was suspended by her arms and legs, but could not feel her own body pulling down against the chains. Instead she felt like a cushion of air was supporting the rest of her body. She felt somehow completely exposed, and entirely safe at the same time. She knew her lover would not let any harm befall her, whether she was bound and helpless in their bedroom or standing by his side in battle.
"Now then" said Thor, abruptly pulling Nic out of her train of thought, "are you going to behave?" he asked in a low voice.
"Y-yes sir" Nic said meekly, her voice barely above a whisper. Thor moved slowly around the head of the bed until he was level with Nic. As she raised her head to face him, her eyes were met with the sight of Thor's smooth stomach. The urge to sink her teeth into his skin was only overcome by the restraints that kept her suspended in place.
"I beg your pardon?" asked Thor, with just a hint of menace in his voice.
"Yes sir, I will behave" her response was more resolved than before, but still quiet.
"How can I believe you?" asked Thor "when you already disobeyed me by continuing to use those talons of yours." Various noises of discomfort came out of Nic's mouth, none of them quite resembling words. "Save your tongue my love, it was rhetorical" he smirked, amused at how easily he could fluster her into such a mess that she was no longer coherent. "I think we shall make it ten strikes as punishment today, five on each side - what say you?" He knelt down so that his face was level with hers.
Her nods came as an unconscious reaction, "yes sir" she repeated for the third time. She became filled with a strange mixture of trepidation and excitement, as she knew first hand just how hard the god of thunder could smack her round arse. Thor reached one hand forward, lifting her chin towards him and gave her a soft, firm kiss. "Good girl" he growled. Nic could feel her cheeks reddening while her panties grew damp just from hearing those two magic words.
