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This is purely a work of fiction. Any descriptions or names that resemble actual persons, businesses, or locations are purely coincidental. Several locations are mentioned by name, however, it is meant as a point of reference. Nothing more.
The story is based loosely on Nordic myths, which (as far as the author is aware) are not attributed to a specific author.
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PART I - CONFRONTATION

‘She would look so hot covered in blood,’ he thought as he observed the woman exiting the spa. In the late evening light, she appeared more like an expensive piece of jewelry than a woman. Her fair skin shone silver in the waning light; her blonde hair was like the finest spun gold; and those eyes. It was her sapphire blue eyes that gave her away. She might have passed for human if her eyes didn’t belie her fiery origins.

Mark watched his lover dry her supple body, enjoying the sight of her small pink nipples hardening in the cool evening air and her toned butt swayed enticingly. As she toweled her hair, the tips of her nipples stood out from her pert breasts and her shaven cunt lips became visible between strong thighs.

Sensing his eyes on her, Danielle looked up and smiled at him. Her gaze caressed him where it swept over his naked body. He lounged on the deck observing her, as he did most nights during her evening swim. Mark knew that she had noticed that his cock had begun to stiffen just from watching her towel off.

"Do you want to play a little before you go?" she asked, dropping her towel to reveal her gorgeous body. With a nod, he allowed her to take his hand in hers and lead him to her playroom.

‘Damn those eyes.’ If it weren't for those beautiful, cerulean orbs that seemed to look straight through him, he wouldn't have done half of the things she asked him to do. Once again, he was allowing her to lead him through the house as if he were a dog on a leash. Of course, it didn’t hurt that she was everything he looked for in a woman. Her long, blonde hair fluttered behind her, an alluring smile graced her lips, and she sought to trap him in her game once again.

When she bought the three bedroom house several years ago, Danielle had converted the spare bedroom into a playroom. All of her various toys, both erotic and BDSM, were stored in the room, and every surface was outfitted with hooks and devices to suspend her toys and restrain her lovers.

Just outside the door, Danielle leaned in for a light kiss. He drew her close to enjoy her soft lips caressing his own. Her pale, fragile body was such a delicious contrast to his much larger frame, and yet she still thought herself in control. The hands roaming over her body could crush her easily, yet she still thought he was her pet. He supposed that was the kind of arrogance to be expected from someone descendent from the gods.

Danielle had spent the last six months exploring his body, finding his limits. She had taken him to the heights of pleasure. Yet, she still refused consummation of their mutual passions. Her refusal had left Mark frustrated, and a little angry, on more than one occasion, but there was something about her that made him want to obey her. It was such a rare feeling for the usually dominant man, that he had spent the last six months enjoying her companionship and relinquishing control.

Danielle broke contact and stepped inside. She indicated for him to kneel by the door while she picked the night’s game. Mark complied, amused that she thought him so obedient.

He had decided he was done being her pet. It was time to take what he had come here for those many nights ago and move on. Mark sighed. He should never have let himself become caught up with her. She was Aesir, after all, and he was Jotan; he had been sent to destroy her. It was just so hard to resist her when just a brush of her soft skin or a whiff of her innocent scent reduced him to lustful fool.

He might have stayed with her indefinitely if it had not been for the call he felt earlier that day. It wasn’t often that his father summoned him home, so Mark knew that whatever it was couldn’t simply be ignored. This would have to be their last night together.

He just hoped it would be as good as he had imagined it would be. He didn’t think Danielle would disappoint him.

Danielle surveyed her toys, trying to decide what she wanted first. She had drawn on him yesterday, so knives were out of the question. She liked to let the designs that she etched into his skin heal a little before she cut new ones. She selected a pair of hard leather cuffs to bind his wrists to the chain hanging in the middle of the room and a spreader bar for his knees. Danielle liked him on his knees before her with his hands drawn up above his head. It kept his torso erect and his cock exposed for her amusement.

Mark smiled at her selection. It would definitely fit his purposes. She indicated for him to crawl to the center of the room. Danielle was shocked when, rather than complying, he rose and took her in his arms. He quickly wrapped his arms around torso, preventing her from fighting him. He smiled at the irony of chaining her in the position of submission that she so enjoyed to see him in.

Though she struggled to get away, Danielle was easily subdued. After he bound her arms up over her head, he swapped the rings on the spreader for smaller ones to fit her ankles. Mark then approached from behind to fit the rings around her ankles, so the kick she tried to aim at his head was ineffectual. The spreader hooked to a D-ring she had bolted to the floor a foot away from her hands. The chain hanging from the ceiling was then drawn up until she was standing slightly bent over to keep from hanging by her wrists. The bindings had their desired effect: her ass was thrust out, her breasts dangled in front, and her cunt was exposed.

When she was completely immobilized, Mark stepped back to observe his handiwork. Danielle should have been the picture of submission…if she wasn’t glaring at him angrily the whole time. Her eyes had become a more violent blue, reminding him vividly of a hot flame.

When he paused, she spoke. “You do realize that I’m going to have to punish you for this,” she berated. “Let me down right now and I’ll go easy on you.”

At that Mark laughed. “Do you really think you’re in any position to be making threats?” He grabbed her chin forcing her arch her back to look up at him. “I think it’s time you learned your place.”

Her eyes widened. He had never spoken to her in that manner. Mark had always been submissive and cowed in front of her. She knew that he could physically overpower her, but she thought him to weak-willed to even raise a hand to her. She figured she’d try a new tactic.

“Please?” she pouted. “I’ll do whatever you’d like. Just please let me down.”

“Mmmm…as much as I’d like to see if you even know what that means, I have exactly what I want right in front of me.” He gazed down at her face and marveled at the change he had wrought there.

The lips that only moments before had boasted a self-assured smile, were now open in a slight pout. Her eyes, which had been bright and teasing, were now darkening to deep wells of fear and anger. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her hard. He felt her resistance slip until she finally stood on her toes to return the kiss. In response, he bit her bottom lip until he tasted blood on his tongue, causing her to whimper in pain.

Mark laughed again as he pulled away from her, leaving her panting and flushed. She had no idea what had brought on this shift, but she knew from the look in his eyes when he had pulled away from her that he was going to make her suffer.

He moved behind her to a table that she could not see. She knew that the drawers under the table held an assortment of clamps, several sharp knives of different sizes, various gags, and miscellaneous other items. Above the table, floggers, whips, and paddles of various sizes and intensities hung from hooks she had installed on the wall.

She tried to think of something to say that would convince him to stop, but was distracted by the feel of his hardening cock brushing her backside. In their time together, she had never let him touch her with his cock. Danielle had seen many friends lose the respect of a lover after giving him sex. She had been afraid that if she allowed him to have sex with her, she would lose her control over him. Apparently, she didn’t have as much control as she had thought.

Mark smiled at the reaction he elicited from her. He had been so mesmerized by the power she emanated that he had allowed her the silly rules. Hell, he had enjoyed letting go of the reins for a while. He had shoved the sadistic side of himself down, and allowed himself to enjoy the reversal.

Now, the stirring in his blood that had been ignited earlier in the evening was too much for him to ignore. He knew that there was only one way to quench the blistering need he was experiencing.

Reaching around her body, Mark pinched her left nipple, eliciting a moan that was part passion and part desperation. He palmed her right breast and pulled her back against him. He enjoyed the weight of her breast in his hand and the feel of her ass rubbing against his hard cock. It felt so good that he was tempted to reposition and take her right there, but he restrained himself. He wanted to draw it out as long as possible. He knew he wouldn’t be coming back.

He kissed her neck, then stepped back to the table where he had laid out the implements he planned to use on her. He picked up the blade that she had used on him the night before. The distinctive metallic noise it made as it left the leather sheath made her flinch. Danielle had told him once that she loved the sound it made because it made her think of art drawn in blood. Despite the many times she had used the knives on others, Danielle had never felt them on her own skin.

Mark watched her shoulders tense at the noise. When it registered in her mind what he planned to do, she began to cry softly. Mark sighed in contentment, the sound was more erotic than he had imagined.

As the blood began to well up in lines across her creamy white skin, her soft sobs were punctuated by whimpers. She gritted her teeth against the stinging pain that she felt on her back and tried to ignore the wetness she was beginning to feel between her legs.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped to survey his handiwork. She continued to whimper even though he had stopped cutting her. The noises only made him want her even more. He stepped into the room’s adjoining to bathroom to retrieve a damp cloth. Though he knew that the lines he had etched there would quickly begin to knit together, he wanted to clean up the blood that had seeped out.

When Danielle realized that he had walked away, she began to panic. She didn’t want him to hurt her anymore, but she certainly didn’t want him to leave her here alone either. The long blonde hair that had fallen forward to obscure her face was brushed back to reveal him standing before her. The hardness in his stormy grey eyes made her wonder if she would have been better off if he just left her there.

“Are you done?” she asked hopefully. She knew the answer, but hoped that the desperation in her voice would appeal to him.

He grinned and knelt down next to her to clean the mess he had made. “No, don’t worry. We’re just taking a little break.”

Danielle shuddered at his tender touch. It contrasted so sharply with the intensity she saw in his eyes. She swallowed hard. She forced herself to meet his eyes, and felt like she was drowning in his gaze. Danielle licked her lips, tasting the blood that had dried there.

So softly that even she wondered if she had said it aloud, she asked, “What changed so quickly?”

He suddenly growled and pushed away from her, causing her to lose her balance. She heard a wet splat as the cloth he had been using landed on the bathroom floor, followed by a crack of a leather paddle against skin. She didn’t realize the skin was her own until a moment later when she registered the pain spreading from the backs of her thighs.

From the moderate intensity of the impact she knew it was the smallest of the three that she owned. She was glad, the blows that he rained down on her thighs and ass were more intense than anything she’d felt in a long time. Danielle got the impression that somehow the innocent question had angered him greatly.

As he calmed down, he began moving randomly up and down her body. Pain blossomed suddenly in random places, followed by angry red welts. His assault was random, and she never knew where to expect the next one. She felt that the ache spreading through her back and legs should have made her angry, or at least upset. Instead she found herself fighting an orgasm building within her.

She whimpered when he stopped, though she didn’t know if it was because she wanted him to continue or because she was grateful it was over.

Mark had noticed that effect the pain was having on her and was intrigued. He never would have guessed that she was a woman that would orgasm from this kind of stimulation.

‘I wonder…’ He retrieved a belt from the wall and walked back to her. Mark unhooked the spreader from the ring on the floor and pushed against her rear to move her to a standing position. She awkwardly walked forward until she was standing upright with her arms slightly bent.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She looked up, breathing slowly in an attempt to calm her arousal. He recognized her desire as he gazed into her eyes, but forced himself to wait. He stepped close enough to feel her breath on his skin.

“Do you want to come?” he taunted.

She bit her lip, nodded.

He placed his left hand under her chin, forcing her to continue looking up at him. He wanted to see it in her eyes. From his right hand, the thin belt lashed out toward her exposed cunt and connected with the sensitive lips. She cried out and tried to jerk away, but his hand locked around her throat, holding her in place. The second strike of the belt landed on her clit, shattering her control and bringing her to the climax she had held off for so long.

As the orgasm ebbed away, she sagged against the bonds which held her upright. He quickly released her from the cuffs on both her ankles and wrists, and caught her as she collapsed at his feet. Her golden hair fell haphazardly around her battered body. He effortlessly swung her into his arms and carried her down the hall to the master bedroom. Mark sent a thin tendril of consciousness into her mind and sent her into a light slumber.