A Dom and His Not So Submissive Sub

by James, Taki

  Freyr tugged her along as he backed toward the four-post bed in their rented room. When his knees hit mattress, he collapsed, pulling her on top on him. Her bottom settled firmly upon his softened cock, giving him ideas for what he wanted to do to her next. “You are so beautiful. I cannot help, but desire you, especially after six weeks.”

  Vanessa tried to remove his hands from her sensitive nipples. He tugged on those baby nourishing tips, allowing her wiggles to bring his cock back to life. “Can’t you give me a break?” she said.

  He thrust his hips upward against her. “You do not want me to stop. We have the whole night ahead of us.”

  ****

  He was going to break her in half if he didn’t stop this mess. Yes, the doctor said it was okay to have sex again, but damn, did he have to wear her pussy out. If he wasn’t careful, she didn’t know if she was going to be able to walk out of this place, let alone be able to close her legs.

  Unfortunately, her poor man had been so sex starved waiting for her that she was reluctant to deny him what he wanted. She also did want to reward him for being such a good father to the twins. She didn’t get much of a chance to voice her thoughts as Freyr, ever the slick one, utilized her brief distraction to sheathe her around his newest erection. Her body settled in for the hard ride, meeting the pounding hips of Freyr with every thrust. Her voice, already strained from vocalizing her pleasure, struggled further to express her feelings. Her hips rolled hard, enjoying the grunts ripped from Freyr. His hands tightened against her hips, the pain ignored in favor of the surprising orgasm ripping through her like lightening, him right behind her this time.

  God, she felt tired. This man just took her breath away and it didn’t seem to matter what he did, he just did it for her. She really had no idea how she was ever going to live without him. She tilted her head back, catching his lips off guard. He helped her turn until he had her cradled against his body. “I really hope you mean to keep me for life,” she said when she finally caught her breath.

  Freyr cupped her chin. “Does this mean you will stay with me?” Blue eyes watched her closely, so closely she feared she’d drown.

  “I’m willing to take the chance to be with you, whatever it takes.” Sure, it would hurt when her family passed on, but she had a deep hope that with the love of her life by her side, it wouldn’t hurt as bad. Certainly, if she did this and he tried to leave her, he’d better be ready because, Gerd had nothing on her when it came to a woman scorned and she would warn him of that every day if she had to. “Don’t make me become immortal for nothing. Please, Freyr, don’t let any of this be for nothing.”

  He settled his palm over her heart. “I would rather my heart be ripped out than live without you. You have no need to fear me.”

  Vanessa nodded. “Good. Now, can we please go get my babies? I am not doing well with them being away from us.”

  He sighed, but gave a nod of his own. “But you will explain to your mother why we are taking the boys earlier than expected. I would rather spend the rest of the night as planned, buried deeply within you.”

  She scowled. She did not want to be the one to talk to her mother, but, she did want to take her babies home. Leaving them was just too hard. The frantic, tearful message of, “Get here now,” set fear deeply in Vanessa’s heart, especially since she heard police sirens in the background of her mother’s voicemail. She could only think of the twins and with that in mind, she endeavored to light a fire under her man to get him moving.

  Freyr, perhaps feeling her same fear, sped through the near empty streets back toward the city. During the drive, Vanessa tried keeping her thoughts together, wanting desperately to remain in control of her emotions, but the idea that something could have happened to her babies just didn’t sit well with her. She had to know that everything was okay. She didn’t know what she would do otherwise. When Freyr pulled in on her parent’s street, the police were still present. Vanessa didn’t wait for the car to come to a complete stop before she shot of out the passenger’s seat crying out, “Mom.” Her mother, still in the process of speaking to one of the police officers, paused to run toward her position. Her mother didn’t say a word until after she had wrapped her arms around Vanessa.

  “I’m so sorry,” her mother said. “The twins are gone.”

  Someone grabbed Vanessa from behind just as she would have slid to the ground. Her babies, her precious little boys were gone. She couldn’t find the voice to express her sorrow at hearing this, but she didn’t think she had to either. People seemed to know, which she didn’t mind. It left her able to wallow in her tears as she said a silent prayer that the boys were alive and well.

  Blood pounded through his veins, filled with rage at the audacity of that bitch ex-wife of his. Freyr kept his face carefully controlled so as not to show the emotion inside him, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to contain it for long. It didn’t matter what the police had to say about the situation. Gerd had sent some lowlifes to invade the home of family, to steal away what was most precious to him. He wouldn’t stand for it. Obviously, he had been much too easy on Gerd and now he would have to do what he should have done in the first place.

  After finally getting one of the police officers out of his face, he stepped to the side to make a phone call to his son. As soon as his eldest answered he said, “Your brothers have been snatched. Get the girls and find them.” Freyr wouldn’t dare trust humans to find what belonged to him. Their human rules were more likely to do harm to his children rather than good.

  Once he hung up, he made his way to Vanessa’s side where she sat leaned against his vehicle. The despair in her eyes broke his heart. If he hadn’t already been committed to finding his sons, he would have done so just to see his woman smile again. “We’ll get them back,” he told her quietly. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her tightly against his chest. He felt her collapse against him, her tears tearing him apart.

  With the door on his in-laws home destroyed, Freyr thought it best if everyone came to his condo. Her parents could keep her company while he took care of the main problem in his life. Briefly, he spoke to Vanessa’s parents about staying with him until their home was fixed, then he piled Vanessa into his car. The drive home was mostly quiet, with Vanessa staring out the window at the passing scenery. He allowed her time with her own thoughts while he plotted what he was going to do. He grew so used to the silence that when Vanessa suddenly spoke, it surprised him.

  “You’re not going to let the police handle it are you?”

  He glanced at her quickly before returning his attention to the road. “Of course not. I know who’s behind it. Besides, human law is not satisfactory in this situation.”

  She sighed. “Just don’t get into trouble.”

  He kissed the back of her hand, while her fingers curled further around his. “I will be careful, but Gerd needs to be dealt with. Going after newborns is more than unacceptable. It’s cowardice and she knows that.” Just taking them gave Freyr permission to end her life, damn what the giants would try to say or try to do in retaliation.

  Back at the condo, Vanessa took up the duty of helping her parents get settled for the night, while he made a few phone calls. His sister had to know what happened since he put her girls in danger for the retrieval of the twins. He also knew that she would spread the word to the rest of the immortals in Asgard, including Odin.

  His former servant, he called, to get his sword back. The man also should know exactly what happened since his job had been to keep watch on Gerd. He’d better have the answers he needed or else he too would find himself in worse shape.

  He paced the length of his living room as he waited for something to happen. Knowing Gerd, she would most likely call to brag about what she had done. He could handle waiting for her, as long as she left the twins unharmed. He’d kill her, mutilate her body until his anger and bloodlust fulfilled itself. He’d do whatever necessary to make sure he placed the boys back into their mother’s arms.


  His cell rang, interrupting his thoughts. “What did you find out?”

  “We caught that little traitorous worm and managed to get some information. Some hired thugs took the twins and are most likely holding on to them for Gerd. We just have to find out where they are and we’ll go get them,” Hnossa said.

  “Make it quick.”

  She laughed. “Don’t worry, uncle. Those little hooligans are much too tough to be outdone by hoodlums. Their poop should be toxic enough to get them out of this mess.”

  Freyr sighed, not willing to let his niece’s joking manor distract him. “Be careful when you find them. There is no need to worry your mother.” He ended the conversation after that.

  He headed to the bedroom to check on Vanessa, finding her in bed clutching the blue baby blankets she’d been so excited to buy when the boys were born. He made his way to her on silent feet and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He left her there, his heart heavy to feel the pain emanating from her. While all remained silent, he left the condo all together. He couldn’t bear to sit and wait around.

  Gerd made sure her make up appeared picture perfect, vibrant red, just like always. One thing she appreciated about modern humans was the clothing of today. In the past, she never would have attempted to wear a super short mini dress, certainly not something so tight and obscene seeming, but in today’s world, she could get away with it. Freyr could never resist her wearing something like this, not for that fat bitch who couldn’t wear tight clothing for all the rolls that would escape.

  Gerd allowed herself a moment to laugh at her witty remarks. She couldn’t wait to have Freyr all to herself anymore. Then, she’d throw it in the face of all those immortals who thought themselves better than her. She would have the power. Then, she would be able to continue her extra-curricular activities with men much better than her husband.

  “Soon,” she reminded herself. Soon she would have everything she deserved and more. Then she would be able to get rid of that wretched human and her bastard children while they were still too human to survive.

  She licked her lips, imagining the absolute delicious look that would likely be on Freyr’s face when he learned what she wanted of him. The thought of his pain made her wet between the thighs. First, she had to take care of getting him to meet with her. Only then could she make her plan work.

  She didn’t have time to dial the first number before her cell rang, pronouncing Freyr’s usual impatience. “Hello, my love. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”

  “Save it,” he said immediately. “Where are my children?”

  Though she knew he couldn’t see it, a wicked smile spread across her lips. “What makes you think I want anything to do with those monsters of yours? It’s a shame, how someone like you with perfectly good genes would sully yourself to lay with such a nothing woman, and to father such ugly children, too,” she made a pitying sound, “I feel so bad. You could have had so much more if you had stayed with me.”

  “Really, when you spread your legs for the likes of servants? At least my woman has money of her own, and better, a tighter pussy than you ever possessed, even after giving birth. I’d have to nearly slide my whole fist inside you along with my cock just to get some tightness.”

  Rage took over before she could help herself, turning her whole face red. “Have you ever thought that maybe it’s because your cock’s so pencil thin, and not that there’s anything wrong with me? You are the one that can’t satisfy me.”

  He made a sound of his own. “Doubtful. Remember, I caught you in bed with your lover and I can say, you lie about me. Now, let’s make this easy. Give me back my sons and I won’t kill you. Withhold them from me, and I will make you beyond sorry for ever coming against me. Your family will be unable to save you.”

  Her grip tightened on her phone until she heard cracking from the plastic. She had to get a hold of herself if she were going to actually come out on top. She had to stop allowing this man to get one over on her. Her plan wouldn’t come to fruition otherwise. “I’ll make a deal with you. If you meet with me and agree to my terms, I’ll allow your bastards to live. I will even allow them to be returned to their mother. How about that?”

  There was silence for so long she had to check her phone to see if they were still connected. She didn’t worry that he wouldn’t accept her terms. For whatever reason, when he fell in love, he remained devoted. No, the trouble he most likely had was trying to outsmart her, which she would never allow. She had the brains and therefore had all the control.

  “Fine,” he finally said. “Tell me where to meet you.”

  She gave him directions to her home and sat back to wait. He would be here soon enough and then, she would be able to have everything she wanted, just as she wanted it.

  Freyr sat in his car, debating his next move. His son and nieces needed a way to lock in on the twins, more than what they currently had. He could feel the boys in the back of his mind, and they were both unhappy, calling for him. Only Gerd and her accomplices seemed to have the full answers. The news stations running the Amber Alert didn’t seem enough. You could hide newborns better than you could small children.

  He set his cell phone in its docking station in case he received another call. He debated whether or not he should inform Vanessa of his plan to confront his ex-wife. He didn’t want her to wake up alone, and worry about him, but he also didn’t want her knowing where he was and worrying about what he planned to do either. He started the engine. It would be better if he took care of business first and ask for forgiveness later. When she held her sons that would most likely hold her attention better than anything else. Decision made, he took off, outside the city toward the wealthier suburbs where Gerd made her temporary home.

  In the back seat sat his beloved sword, returned to him before he made the call to Gerd. Its presence so close, soothed his spirit, made him feel more like a warrior than ever before. He doubted Gerd understood what she was getting into, forgetting the lengths he was willing to go to protect his family. Whatever she thought, he knew she hadn’t thought absolutely everything through. She couldn’t have if she thought he would leave the love of his life for her, a woman that could not remain faithful. He’d be a fool to even contemplate such an action.

  His mind settled, he shifted the car into drive and took off toward his ex-wife’s temporary home. The whole time of his drive he searched mentally for his twin boys, hoping that somehow, they would be able to reach him.

  Gerd had it all set up, the X rack, the saddle, and all her other favorite tools. In her hand, she held her favorite whip. Freyr would have no chance against her. She made sure her crimson corset highlighted her pale breasts to perfection, breasts her husband had never before resisted during their marriage. She gave a smirk to her image, knowing that she looked damn good. Victory would taste so sweet.

  Her juices started collecting in her G-string as she imagined what it would feel like to shove her victory in the face of that black bitch. Freyr would help her, too. He would have no choice if he wanted those bastards to survive the night. With the handle of her whip she began to rub against her engorged clit, loving the zinging feeling it gave her.

  Perhaps I’ll have enough time to take the edge off before the main event. She still had that new vibrator needing to be broken in. She wished she dared bring her current lover into the mix, but knowing Freyr, he would only find a reason to complain. She wanted to give no reason for him to nag at her until she had him firmly in hand. She had to remember why she had to do this. She couldn’t lose sight now, when victory would be had.

  ****

  Vanessa awoke alone in bed. Her pained eyes and aching heart reminded her of what she missed. Her poor babies were out there somewhere in the city, possibly being harmed. She felt terrible being stuck at home while they were missing. When she went to turn to look for Freyr, she immediately knew that he wasn’t at home. She didn’t blame him either. He had powers she still didn’t fully understand, and he was a
warrior, unable to stay at home to allow the cops to do their jobs.

  She sent a silent prayer for his safety and success and while she was at it, she prayed that he didn’t do anything to get in trouble. The last thing she needed was for him to be arrested for murder. She refused to take her children to a prison to visit their father.

  She climbed from beneath the covers. Hopefully her parents were still sleeping so that she could be left to her thoughts. As soon as she had her sons back, she would tell Freyr that they were moving. She hadn’t wanted to so soon, but the protections offered by his friends and family would go a long way to making her feel safe about her children. That way, should Gerd ever try something like this again, people would be in place to see her stopped. If that didn’t work, Vanessa planned to learn how to handle a sword herself, because she would cut the bitch to the quick if necessary. No one else was going to use her babies for their own nefarious deeds. That was a mother’s promise.

  She shuffled her way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee while she waited for word about Freyr and the twins. If pulling her hair out would help, then she would have been more than happy to do so, but for the moment, she settled for pacing the length of the of the living room. The heroes had no idea just how tough the damsels in distress had it. All this worrying was bound to have a negative effect on her.

  “Vanessa, what are you doing, Baby Girl,” her father said from the hallway leading in.

  She turned to face him. “Nothing, daddy. I’m just waiting to hear from Freyr.”

  “That boy couldn’t wait for the police to do their jobs, huh.” He scratched the back of his closely cropped head, reminding Vanessa of all the times in the past he’d done the same when looking for answers.