Dominating a Balrog Slayer

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~ Ivory Wolf

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You look yourself over in the mirror again to make sure that everything is in place. You smile at your tight white shirt and your oh-so-short skirt. Your friend, Erestor, bluntly told you that you look like a whore. You had smiled and told him that was what you’re going for. Instead of his usual comments, he blushed crimson and buried his face in one of his books.

‘Poor thing,’ you think. ‘He really does need to get laid.’ Oh well, you can’t worry about things like that right now. You have a job to do.

You smile at your long hair and are glad that you are wearing it down tonight. Normally you keep it up, but you’ve decided that this will definitely grab Nel’s attention. ‘I hope he can be Nel again,’ you think.

The last thing you grab is a little bag that has all of the items that you’ll need for the night. You look over everything once more before grinning at yourself in the mirror. “That won’t do,” you realize. You reach deep inside of you and pull out one of the masks you used in your old profession. Your face and stance become intimidating and your smile turns into an almost cruel smirk. It was your most popular act when you were a prostitute. It was the look of a dominant elf.

“Really or not Nel, here I come,” you murmur.

You walk down the hallways and don’t pay attention to the shocked and lust-filled glances you get from the other elves. Some even cower and flee from your sight as you take confident steps. Normally you’d wear high-heels or such for this act, but you have a feeling that you’re going to need your speed and strength tonight since this one isn’t going to be a willing client.

You come up to his door and listen closely to hear a splash of water. A smirk graces your lips as you remind yourself to thank the elf who told you the time Nel usually takes his bath. You slip out a pick and unlock the door in a flash. You burst through the door and close (and lock) it again before Nel has a chance to react.

“Who dares-“ Nel begins as he turns around in the tub, but falls silent as he looks at you. His eyes widen and his mouth drops as he slowly takes in every detail of you. From your flowing hair to your showy outfit to your nipples that have hardened under his stare.

‘I am in control,’ you tell yourself. ‘He is nothing but a client, remember that!’

Nel’s eyes finally meet yours and your proud to see how dark they’ve gotten. “Wha-“ he croaks before clearing his throat. “What brings you here?”

“You do,” you answer simply, offering no more information.

“Oh,” he falls silent as he looks you over again. You can see his mind whirling as he tries to think of a better question. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you in this attire?”

“You won’t be reaching pleasure any time soon until I wish it pet,” you purr in a voice that causes him to shiver. “Now be a good pet and crawl over here.”

“Crawl,” he repeats in disbelief. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you-“

“And nothing of yours will be getting into me if you don’t do everything I say,” you interrupt, your tone showing that you are annoyed. “It is very simple pet. I say what you are to do and you it exactly as I say it. If you are a good pet then you will be rewarded, but if you are a bad pet then you will be punished.”

“Who says I want to be your pet?” he asks, trying to sound disgusted.

“You don’t have the choice in the matter and frankly I think it’s about time you don’t have control over something,” you snap. “You have been acting like a spoiled brat for nearly a century and I am tired of it. Now crawl over here like a good pet or else I will punish you.”

“You haven’t answered my question,” he says. “Who said that I wanted to be your pet?”

You study him for a minute and let a lazy smile grace your features that causes him to swallow hard. “Pet, do you realize that you are sitting in clear water?” Nel flushes and covers his lap with his hands. “I will not tell you again pet, crawl over here now. If you do then I will not punish you… unless that’s what you want.”

You force yourself not to grin as Nel slowly gets out of the bathtub. You lazily look him up and down with hooded eyes. You see that he hasn’t moved and meet his eyes to see that he is staring at you, seeking your approval. You let your gaze slip back down to his erect member and slowly lick your lips. His gasp fills the room and you meet his eyes again.

“Crawl,” you command. You let off a small sigh as you watch the muscles on his back move as he crawls. His eyes defiantly stare into yours and you know that there will be many battles of control on the way.

‘I wouldn’t have it any other way,’ you think as he finally reaches you. Like a good pet, he stays on his hands and knees and waits for your next command.

Your fingers caress his hair and you feel his head lean into your touch. “Very good pet,” you say. “For that, you will be rewarded. You many take off one article of my clothing.” He looks at your body longingly and bites his lip as he tries to make his decision.

Finally, you feel hesitant fingers caress the line of your shirt. You nod your head and that is all Nel needs before he tears the shirt off of you and tosses it aside. His hands caress your bra-covered breasts as his lip attaches itself to one of your nipples. A sigh escapes you as he sucks on your breast while his hands try to unfasten the clamp of your bra.

You chuckle and let him slip it off of you. Good, you wanted a reason to punish him anyway- ah! You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning as his hot tongue and talented hands focus on your breasts. His callused hand drag across your nipple, causing it to tighten so hard that it almost hurts. His mouth it hot as it trails over your breast with wet kisses. He pulls back enough to blow cold air over it, causing you to shiver.

His other hand falls to your legs before slowly crawling up until it is underneath your skirt. Once his hand is there, it traces little designs on your thighs and your knees almost buckle.

“That’s enough pet,” you state. Nel ignores you as he pulls your breasts closer to him, nibbling and licking as much skin as he can. When a finger from his other hand slides underneath your underwear, you know it’s time to take back control. “I said that’s enough.”

He breaks off and towers over you as he stands straight. “Enough of this game,” he says hoarsely. “You want it and I want it so let’s get to it. Besides, I refuse to be dominated.”

‘Oh really?’ you think to yourself as you smirk at him. You caress his hair before grabbing a fist full and jerking him down so his mouth lands on yours. You hear him groan in the kiss as you push him to his bed. Your teeth nibble on his bottom lip before your tongue caress it, causing him to whimper.

Your tongues battle as you try to enter his mouth, only to be denied. Finally, you let your free hand trail down his back and grab his ass. He gasps and you take advantage of the situation. With you tongue in his mouth, you explore his mouth fully as one hand continues to rub his hair while the other caresses his ass and hips.

He tries to take control of the kiss by cupping your face with one of his hands, but you are quick to gain control by breaking from the kiss and focusing on his hand. He watches you as you kiss then palm of his hand before slowly kissing each fingertip. Your eyes stare into his as you take one of his fingers in your mouth, moaning in pleasure to have it there.

“By Valor,” he pants as you suck on his finger as though it’s another part of his body. You let him add another finger in and swirl your tongue around both, causing him to groan.

“Now,” he commands. “Suck it now.” You push him on the bed and straddle him as a wicked smiled plays on your lips.

“Soon,” you purr as you caress his lips with your tongue. You fully kiss his mouth again as you reach into your bag and pull two items from it. Your continue your kiss as you rub yourself against him, the fabric providing sweet torture for his aching member.

Click. Click. You give Nel a last lick on his bruised lips before pulling back and smiling at your work. Nel’s golden hair is spread out from underneath him and his cheeks are pink. His lips are bruised and his chest rapidly rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath. His member is rock hard and his hips can’t stop moving as he tries to find the delicious friction he had but a minute ago. His dazed dark blue eyes become focused again as he slowly realizes that you aren’t on top of him anymore.

He tries to pull you back into his arms, but is unable to move them. When he looks to each arm, he finds that both are handcuffed to the poles on either side of his bed. His eyes widen in shock before he looks at you and lefts off a growl that causes the hairs on your back to rise.

“Let me go,” he pants.

“No,” you say simply as you let your fingers wander over his skin. He jerks from your touch and tries to pull away.

“Let. Me. Go!” he yells.

“Pet, if you don’t stop yelling I’m going to have to gag you,” you threaten. “And then I won’t be able to hear your pretty voice beg for more.

“I don’t beg,” he states. “And I won’t be tied up like this! It’s undignified.”

“But you are tied up and as undignified as it is,” you smirk, “you love it.”

“I do not!”

“Really?” Your hand grasps his member and he cries out from the touch. “I believe you are enjoying this pet.”

“N- n- no,” he gasps as you until your ministrations.

“I guess your right,” you muse. With a final stroke, you let him go and search your purse for another item.

“Why. Did. You. Stop?” he demands.

“Because you said you weren’t enjoying this,” you answer. “And I want to make sure that you enjoy every second of this.” You pull out a black blindfold and wave it in front of him. “Sometimes you have to cut off certain senses so the other ones will strengthen.”

“I will not let you blindfold me,” he says.

“Pet, you don’t have a choice,” you say. “You are not in control and you will not be at any point. I decide when I will give you pleasure as I decide when you will give me pleasure.”

“I am Glorifindel the Balrog Slayer-“ he begins.

“You are nothing but my pet,” you state. “You are mine to control and mine to say what you do and when you do it. You will not speak, you will not eat, and you certainly will not come unless I say you will. The Balrog Slayer and the Golden Flower are puppets for the crowd and I will not share a bed with them, do you understand me?”

“They aren’t puppets,” he mutters, but you can hear the uncertainty in his voice.

You really don’t want to do this, you don’t want to break him, but by Valor you need to. For too long he has been overly confident and you know that the only way to get him back it to throw this in his face.

“They are puppets. The Balrog Slayer is a puppet to Middle Earth and the Golden Flower is a puppet to the she-elves. Neither think for themselves, but just act the way others say they are.”

Nel tries to stop the tears but a few escape. “And Nel?” he asks. “What about Nel?”

“Nel is mine,” you state. “He is mine to protect and mine to care for… as I am his to protect and his to care for. Now, pet, are you ready to obey?”

He looks deeply into your heart and your heart flutters as you recognize the traces of Nel in there. “Yes.”

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~ Ivory Wolf