Pride

Thanos’ reward involved chains, soft, heavenly sheets and candles. I was frozen, not out of fear, but out of shock - even when I rested myself on the silkiest fabric I’d ever felt, face flush with pleasure.

“Is this acceptable back on Earth?”

You’re asking me this now?

“It’s...I...is this…”

“I have been neglecting you, little human. This is your compensation,” Thanos rumbled, securing the chains around my wrist. The cuffs were soft and comfortable, restraining my arms above my head. “You will stay with me tonight.”

“I haven’t done anything to deserve this-”

“Of course you have. You’d been a good little whore for me, all this time. I reward those who put in the effort,” Thanos gently slid my dress up, past my knees, past my hips - I sighed when I felt soft, warm open mouthed kisses against my bare stomach. He was so gentle, cradling the back of my thighs and nipping at my skin with his teeth.

I squirmed, gnawing on my bottom lip as his mouth lingered over my cunt. He inhaled and I lurched forward, resisting the the urge to moan, but one escaped me - a long, breathy one at that. It only spurred Thanos on.

My words caught in my throat. An idea was rising - a particularly dirty one at that.

He’ll never do it.

He’s rewarding you. Ask if you can pick your particular reward.

“Master,” I said, staring up at the ceiling. Thanos lifted his head, and my toes curled as I desperately tried to find the right words. Gushes of pleasure were flooding towards my pussy, and I finally mustered the courage to ask, “May I...experiment? Try something, with your permission?”

Thanos’ jaw twitched, and his eyes narrowed. I couldn’t move, and he must have taken in my flushed face and squirming body. Nothing but desire was evident on my frame.

As if reading my mind, he said, “You want me in chains.”

“Yes. Only if...you trust me-”

“You’re one of my favorites, little human. Of course I trust you,” nimble fingers gently released me from my bindings. When I sat up, Thanos was eye level with me - I watched as he slowly took my place, easing himself onto the sheets.

The cuffs wouldn’t fit around his wrists. I had to use the chains themselves, wrapping them around his arm and pulling them taut. I knew that they were useless - he could rip them out of the wall in an instant.

I did it anyway.

Control. That’s all they are.

You’re in control.

“Tell me if it hurts-”

“They can’t hurt me.”

I smirked.

“Cocky.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” Thanos tilted his head to the side, watching me slip from my dress, and then my undergarments. I saw his fists clench, the chains straining a bit. The pull seemed to deter him.

How long do you think that’ll last? 

I straddled his waist, thighs clamping around solid muscle. He was watching, head lolled to the side, a curious look on his alien face.

Surprise him.

I gently peeled away his clothes, sitting back, going slow - teasingly slow. There was a moment when I rolled my hips, my heat catching a particularly sensitive spot between his legs, that he groaned and strained against the chains. He held back, resisted the urge to snap them clean from the wall.

“Good boy,” I murmured, patting his cheek and letting his clothes rest in a neat pile on the floor, next to mine. “I need you to get me wet, first-”

“You’re commanding me?”

“Yes.”

“I do not take orders from you-”

I reached back and palmed his heavy cock, my thumb swiping across the head. Thanos almost bucked me off his waist, and this time, he did pull the chains hard - hard enough that the wall groaned in protest.

“You want more?” I cooed.

“Yes. Now-”

Slapping him was a bad idea, I realized, but it was too late. The back of my hand connected with his cheek, the sound audible. The contact itself hurt me more than it hurt him - I’d forgotten that his skin was rough, nearly impenetrable.

Even then, Thanos could recognize the action as a power move, one to assert dominance. Yet he said nothing, a little smile appearing on his lips. He was waiting.

Boldly, I said, “Don’t say anything else. Speak only when you’re spoken too.”

The pain was exquisite. Even though my knuckles ached, the feeling was somewhat pleasurable. I felt powerful.

Gnawing on my lower lip, I placed my palm against his broad chest, shimmying up until I could hover my cunt over Thanos’ mouth. I could see the veins in his arms bulging as he did his best to restrain himself, keep himself level. It became more pronounced the moment his tongue swept through my folds. He knew exactly what to do, and my only job was to hang on, grasp at something - anything, the wall, my breasts, his arms - until I found myself begging.

“More. Yes, yes - more, please.”

Usually he’d be talking up a storm, asking me, coaxing noises out of me. His lips were to busy clamping around my pussy for him to say a word. Only groans, which increased in volume as I came, hard, my own sounds overpowering his.

The minute I slipped away from his face, he was snarling.

“Unchain me,” Thanos’ eyes were wide, lust-filled. His teeth glinted with evidence of my release, the sight alone sending a fresh jolt of pleasure from my pussy, straight to my core.

I waggled my finger defiantly. The smirk on Thanos’ face returned, combined with something a bit more feral. I worked on lightning myself up, easing the tip of his cock past my folds, making sure that he could see.

He pulled hard on the chains, and a slight crack appeared in the metal wall.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed. I’d never ridden him before, and I never thought that I would. “Oh, fuck - Master...mine. You’re mine.”

That’s what you’ve wanted.

Him. Just him.

Thanos wasn’t speaking. Just grunting, animalistic, watching his dick disappear and reappear from within me. Lips parted, teeth still glistening - all bathed in the orange glow from whatever sun we were passing by.

“I can feel all of you. You’re going to come-”

“Yes,” I breathed. I didn’t care that he was talking, now. I just wanted release. I just wanted his release. “Yes.”

“Good, little human. That’s it.”

I clamped around him, hard, practically shrieking as I milked whatever it was that he had. Wave after wave rolled over my body, and I used his chest for support.

He was next, letting out a bellow, pulling the chains until one snapped completely. He filled me up with his come, and I welcomed it.

Then I fell forward, sated and exhausted, onto his chest. I barely felt Thanos shift beneath me, quickly freeing his chained arm.  A moment passed. I expected for him to kick me out - at least this time, I’d leave with my clothes intact.

Those dreaded words never came. Instead, one big hand began stroking my back. Goosebumps erupted across my exposed skin, and I very, very gently leaned forward to place a subtle kiss against his shoulder. His skin was rough, but warm.

“You humans are amusing creatures,” Thanos mused. “Usually insufferable but...occasionally, surprising. Not a single one of the other whores has taken to me the way you have.”

“I’m sorry.”

Thanos eased me off him, letting me rest at his side. I hadn’t the energy to get up, and he knew that. Soft sheets covered my body, and I heard him murmur, “Don’t be sorry. I enjoy it.”

Then I drifted.