[Author's Note: A bit background setting that you Mila book reader (check my profile to read their full story) might understand: Glorfindel and Mila had been living for months now in their tiny home by the river. He had at this point began to release his fears of being intimate with her, though he still held himself back and keep his sweet and gentle approach to Mila when it comes to sex. In this chapter we'll see him forego all that self restrain–bye bye vanilla Glorfindel, hello dom daddy Glorfindel! (Warning: slight BDSM, Dom/Sub, Daddy/Little Girl, slight bondage, edging, spanking, bratty little girl, sweet aftercare)]

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Glorfindel had promised Elladan to always be available whenever the eldest twin needed counsel since the very moment he asked him to take his place as the Captain of The Guard. Hence, he was leaving his beloved Mila all alone in their home, while he stood here within the walls of the House of Rivendell, attending a meeting with Elladan and Erestor, graciously lending them his expertise regarding Rivendell's new strategical defense plan.

It had already been late by the time he rode Asfaloth back towards their home. A ghost of smile graced his facial features when he saw the faint warm light from the window of the dainty little wooden house. Yes, It was a far cry from the lavish room he had back in the House of Elrond, but to him, it was home, and he wouldn't trade its warmth for anything else.

Deep down, the balrog slayer felt a peaceful serenity thrummed in his heart that belonged to his human wife.

His solace.

After dismounting Asfaloth, giving him water and food, the elf silently thanked the stallion for his service that day. With one last brush upon the animal's neck, Glorfindel parted with his faithful steed and left him in the stables to rest before making his way into the house. Upon entering, the warmth of their humble home immediately engulfed him, replacing the cold winter air from outside. The legendary elf quietly stalked towards the bedroom, opening the door just enough so his keen elven eyes could peer inside. He noted with contentment that Mila was lying on the bed with a blanket covering her, her back to him, moving in sync with her steady breaths as she slept peacefully. Satisfied, the elf took his time to refresh himself and pulled his sleeping pants before joining her by the bed. The golden one moved with silent grace, careful not to wake his sleeping little human.

Glorfindel laid on his side, facing her back, quietly admiring the slightly wavy dark tresses that spilled like black ink all over her shoulder and pillow.  He wanted to run his fingers through them, feeling her softness, yet somewhere at the back of his mind, the elf was still too afraid of his own strength against her. As he did these past few months, he refrained from the urge to touch her, only with the exception for when she asked for it.

Forlornly, he wished that she was at least facing him instead the window during her slumber. He would've been content to just gaze at her pretty sleeping face and he would be thankful for it. Keeping his hands to himself, he let out a wistful sigh, knowing that it would be another long night being alone to his own devices and thoughts, for while his human wife needed eight hours sleep a day, his elven body required much less than that.

And now, he was wide awake with his own thoughts, unable to touch her. So close, yet so far away. The realization, no matter how petty, still managed to constrict his heart.

His inner monster let out a sinister, mocking laughter at him.

Weak, spat the monster.

Glorfindel clenched his jaw and chose to ignore it, despite the truth that he knew resounded in that malicious inner voice. The golden haired elf turned his azure blue eyes from his sweet Mila towards the ceiling. The sound of her quiet breathing grounded him.

The woman roused from her slumber, feeling his presence deep down their bond. She turned to him and sleepily wrapped her arms and legs over his muscular form, their limbs tangled together in a way that sent butterflies down the elf's stomach. Her touch immediately chased his somber feeling away, softening the hard edges on his expression. Glorfindel smiled to her hair and wrapped his arms around her back protectively.

"Hello, little one," he greeted her softly, his chuckles deep and affectionate. He inhaled her feminine scent that wafted off from her hair to his nostrils. "I apologize if I wake you."

"You should apologize for not waking me sooner," she responded with a slightly raspy voice that was tainted with sleep. Glorfindel watched her lovingly as she adorably brushed her mussed hair away from her face as she looked up at him. "Have you had dinner?" asked her, ready to whip something up for him if he hadn't.

The fair elf smiled at her. "I have. The twins insisted to have a meal with me before sending me home."

Mila hummed, her starry night eyes blinked slowly, bleary with both remaining drowsiness and playfulness. "What about second dinner?"

Glorfindel flashed her that attractive side smirk of his. "Depends," he murmured lowly, his fingers leisurely caressed the skin of her cheek, "Are you on the menu?"

His question was met with a devilish smile from his pretty human wife. "I am," she purred, moving slightly to rest her body weight on top of him and proceeded to brush the side of her face to his neck like a spoiled little kitten. Glorfindel chuckled in amusement at the notion. "How would you like me served?" asked Mila with a voice that reminded him a lot of a kitten's soft 'meow'.

The golden one had a lecherous smile about his handsome face as he gazed at her. Humming lowly, he took his sweet time to ponder his choices.

How would he liked her served?

On her knees.

On all fours.

Against the wall.

Against every surface of every corner of this house.

Gagged and tied up helplessly underneath him as he pounded his dick into her tight pussy.

The lustful images that his monster conjured in his mind caused Glorfindel to mentally blanch. Though the elf was careful enough to hide his monster from their soul bond, he was determined not to entertain the monster's dark desires for long, fearing he would lost himself and repeat the same heinous crime he inflicted on her months ago. After all, Glorfindel realized then that he was not as mentally strong as he thought he was.

"Raw," Glorfindel decided, his lover voice dripped with honey, sending pleasured thrills down Mila's lower stomach. The handsome elf smirked knowingly at his wife, secretly relieved that she had not a clue what utter madness his sick mind had been whispering inside his head.

Good. Keep it that way. Keep her safe, he told himself.

He gently cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers in a slow, affectionate kiss. Glorfindel caressed her cheek, gazing up lovingly at her as her soft hair fell like a dark curtain around his face. Mila smiled sweetly at him, taking his bigger hand in her small one, guiding him to feel the silken material of her outer night gown that was covering her upper arm.

"Well?" Mila purred in question.

Glorfindel did catch a glimpse of the upper part of her night gown earlier that wasn't covered by the blanket when she slept. He smiled as he let the tips of his fingers brush against the incredibly thin yet weighty material.

"New night gown?" he asked, pleased.

"The one I billed to you months ago," she quipped with a grin. "Do you like it?"

Glorfindel ran his palm over her clothed shoulders, feeling the incredibly soft and silky material over her warm, delicate skin with a pleased smile on his face. "Why don't you stand up, so I can look at you better?" he proposed.

Mila giddily got off of him and untangle herself completely from the warmth of their blanket. She stood just as Glorfindel sat himself at the edge of their bed, watching her. His keen, striking blue eyes might as well be undressing her as he drank in the sight of her. The monster inside him let out a low growl of appreciation at the way the deep red robe covered her upper arm loosely, yet everything else hugged her form so snugly, letting his eyes follow the exact contour of her voluptuous frame underneath. A ribbon was tied into a bow on her waist, fastening the night gown that stopped just about halfway to her thighs. The elf gave another pleased smirk as he put his big hands on her hips, gently turning her at a full circle so he could see all of her.

He swallowed at the sight of how the thin fabric of the unusual night gown hugged her curvaceous ass. How the dress allowed him to feast his hungry eyes on her flawless legs. Glorfindel hummed appreciatively, pulling her by the hips, close to him so she was standing just between his knees. He looked up to her with the signature charming smile of his.

"You wear this dress so magnificently. Sexy," he breathed lowly before pressing his hand on the small of her back just below the dip where her waist flared up to her plump ass, pushing her body flush to his chest. "Just do me one favor."

"Anything."

"Don't go out of the door wearing this. Not even to the porch," he murmured, "I don't want anyone else seeing you like this."

"It's just legs," Mila countered.

"Your legs are mine."

"It is," she chuckled, "But we're also living in the middle of nowhere. Surely it's fine for me to go out in this just to water the plants, right?"

"There are guards patrolling these woods. Elves who can see clearly enough to appreciate your body from afar," he reminded her.

Mila rolled her eyes playfully. "It's just legs, sweetie," she mumbled, cupping his face.

"Your legs, your arms," he tightened the grip on the swell of her backside, making Mila smile, "... This ass. Your everything," Glorfindel dragged lowly with an attractive smile, his voice soft yet with an edge of possessiveness in it, "...Mine. For my eyes only."

"Okay," Mila giggled in a way that made him believe that she was not taking him seriously. 

"This gown is beautiful on you, but it is too revealing," he said seriously, frowning almost unhappily, "I hope you understand my concern."

Revealing? Mila couldn't help but snicker at that. "So... Are you going to undress me now?" she asked in her sultry voice, changing the topic. She took Glorfindel's hands and guided them to the ribbons that secured her night gown at the front of her belly.

Glorfindel chuckled, pleased. He intentionally took his time to slowly pull the ribbon to undo the knots of her gown. "Is this my birthday? Because I feel like I am opening my present," he commented playfully.

Mila ran her hands on the strands of his soft, golden hair. "When you're done opening your present, will you promise me to have yourself a good time?"

Glorfindel placed his chin on the dip between her clothed breasts, halting his hands movement for a while as he looked up to her. "Always," he answered earnestly.

"No," replied Mila, planting a sweet kiss on his brow, "I mean, don't hold back."

Not holding back with her was a dangerous notion; one he couldn't grant her, even himself. Not with the sick monster living inside him.

"Trust me. You'll have a good time, my wife," dodged Glorfindel smoothly with a promise as he grasped her waist.

Unhappy with the answer, Mila took his hands off of her hips. "You're not answering me. I don't want a good time," That got the balrog slayer to raise an eyebrow. She cupped his cheek and clarified, "I want you to have a good time."

"Oh, Mila. I always do with you, my little wildflower," he said truthfully with question in his tone. "When have I not?"

"You are always holding back."

"I'm not," lied Glorfindel.

"Do you want me?" asked Mila seriously.

"Aching for you," he answered without hesitation, the prominent tent in his pants attested to the truth of his words. 

"Then just undo the damn tie."

"Yes, ma'am," he responded huskily, his smirk seductive.

What Glorfindel thought initially as the night gown turned out to be some sort of a tiny, outer robe. Beneath, he expected to see her naked. Instead, his darkened eyes was met with one more layer of clothing which glued to her skin in the most sinful way possible, sending his throat dry with a sudden onslaught of unbridled lust.

The skin tight, black floral lace lingerie left only little to his imagination, unleashing his deepest, darkest fantasy, all with her at the center of it. Glorfindel swallowed thickly as he beheld the erotic night dress underneath the robe that clung to her like a second skin, barely long enough to cover her hips. It was useless anyway; the lingerie was see through, for he could still see her curvaceous frame so clearly behind the delicate lace embroidery. The poor elf bit the inside of his cheek. She even had the audacity of not wearing any panties beneath the sinful dress of hers, granting him the view of the soft curls of her pussy. Her breasts–Oh Eru, the floral stitching on her dress only thicken enough to cover a small portion of the lower halves of her bountiful breasts, while some upper parts of her tits were poorly covered by the see through lace, allowing him the magnificent view of her perky nipples underneath.

His sweet little wife had no right to wear such a filthy dress. Looking that good should be a crime.

Glorfindel clenched his jaw, his cock rock hard and protruding against his sleeping pants. Twitching, aching to get inside her. To feel the tight, slippery canal of her pussy. To feel her pulsing against him, milking him until he come all over inside her. Internally, his monster let out an animalistic growl of impatience, screaming its own profanities at Glorfindel for holding himself back with his weakening sense of self control, threatening to burst out of him and take her in various, heinous ways the monster could think of.

So many possible ways to have her. 

While Glorfindel cherished Mila and put her up on a pedestal like a treasure made of glass, dear to his heart yet frighteningly breakable, his own monster considered her as nothing but a piece of meat that he can just toss around and play with. One to satisfy his unholy need. One to devour. One to use as he see fit.

The monster rejoiced and smiled sadistically inside him when the human woman climbed on his lap and began grinding her hips to his. A carnal groan of pleasure escaped Glorfindel's lips at the friction of her hot pussy against his hard, swelling cock over the damn trouser he still had on. The elf let out a deep growl, attacking her mouth with a passionate kiss, his touches rough like an animal in heat.

The mere sight of her turned Glorfindel into a red blooded male who desired nothing but to ram his cock into her pussy. His grip on her ass tightened, causing Mila to moan–either out of pleasure, or pain–it didn't matter, but it did sober him a bit, enough to realize that he was dangerously close to letting his monster out.

Drawing what strength left off of him, he pushed her body off his lap and on top the bed. Mila watched in satisfaction as Glorfindel looked at her with a fierce hunger in his dark blue eyes, licking his shapely lips as he sized her up. Mila reached up behind his neck to pull him closer. To her surprise, he took her hand off of him.

"You shouldn't," he muttered darkly. "I can't."

With that, Glorfindel got off of her, intentionally standing up to put some space between them while Mila stared at him with a slacked jaw. "What do you mean?" she whined. Mila got off the bed and took a step to stand close to him, resting her hands on his warm, hard chest. Her big, beautiful eyes looked up into his blue ones, pleading. "Please, Glorfindel."

Glorfindel felt the way her delicate hand slid down the defined muscles of his chest and stomach, realizing too late what she was up to. His breath caught in his throat when she rubbed his hard cock over his pants, tempting him where he needed her the most.

Another groan of pleasure left his lips. He caught her hand on him, reluctantly stopping her from further attempt at breaking his self-restraint. "Not like this, Mila."

"You're not gonna hurt me," she pleaded, knowing exactly what held him back. "You have to let go of your fear, Glorfindel. I know you love me. You will never hurt me," she said with conviction in her eyes.

"I don't want to."

But I do, because I am sick.

Mila frowned sadly at him, knowing his thoughts through the bond they shared. "You're not sick, Glorfindel. You're just... Big dick energy," she finished with a blush on her cheek.

That unladylike words from her successfully made him chuckle. "I don't want to hurt you again like I did the last time. This is too much, Mila," he said referring to her skimpy dress while focusing his eyes on her face, "Please put something on...or take this off completely."

Mila ignored his request. "I need you Glorfindel. I need my husband," she insisted.

"Not like this."

"Exactly, like this," she countered.

"You know well that I am a broken man," he admitted with bitterness laced in his tone, one that wasn't directed to her, but rather to himself. "Why must you do this? Why must you tempt me like this?"

"What else am I supposed to do?" snapped Mila, taking her wrist free from his grasps. He let her go. "My own husband is afraid of touching me, not wanting me the way he used to be. What am I supposed to do?!"

Her sudden outburst of anger made Glorfindel flinch. "Mila, you misunderstand me–"

"I understand you completely. I'm not even old yet but here you are rejecting me like I am some old, wrinkly lady who will break her bones as soon as she just make a wrong move," she seethed with red rimming her soulful eyes.

Pain etched across his own face at the image she painted in his head and the clear hurt in her eyes. He moved to touch her arm comfortingly, but she shook herself out of his touch.

"I want all of you."

"You have all of me. You always do," he replied quietly, leaning down, trying to kiss her to ease her anger but she turned away from him.

"No, I don't," she shook her head, "I want every part of you. Unrestrained. I want the elf that I married." Mila closed the gap between them and pressed the mound of her chest against his body tauntingly, sneaking one of her free hand to his pants. Glorfindel caught it again, gritting his teeth in both anger and arousal.

"Are you trying to turn me into an abusive husband?!" Now it was Glorfindel's turn to snap, a confusing mixture of anger, hurt and lust lurked in his captivating blue eyes.

She shook her head in disbelief. "That is not that. You will never be that," she sighed, feeling heartbroken that he would even stoop so low to think himself like that.

"You know what I did. You know what I am capable of. You know that something is wrong with me," he said as shame rose within him like a bile in his throat, "Please don't push."

"Why not?"

"Because there is a monster inside me and the only thing he wants is to hurt you!" he exclaimed, his tone rose in anger, making her flinch. He nodded bitterly at her response, swallowing the shame that filled his chest at seeing her cower before him. "That's right. Think about that next time you want to push him again."

There was a certain cruelness in the way Glorfindel voiced his thoughts. The eerie way he referred to himself in a third person, but Mila refused to listen to him. She knew those thoughts of his were rooted in fear, stemmed from the hurt and loss he had endured and buried for thousands of years.

"I'm not afraid. I know who I married," Mila insisted, her voice soft. "And if you let me, I'll show you that you're not a monster. Even if you think that you are one, I know that the monster never meant to hurt me. I know the monster loves me too."

He looked at her bewildered and in disbelief at what he heard. She gently cup his jaw in her small hands and continued softly.

"Show me the monster." 

Glorfindel was utterly perplexed at what she suggested to him. He stared at her like she was demented. The elf felt her readiness and total submission to the idea–to him–through their soul bond. It was something entirely too alien, her notion of embracing that monstrous, dark side of him. The way she romanticized his monster and associated it into something akin to pleasure.

Elves, after all, were normally bound by nature to love and nurture their mates; to protect them and never inflict hurt or injuries of any kind on their spouses. To think otherwise was unheard of. Unthinkable. Unacceptable. Even now, his elven nature caused him great shame upon remembering the marks and bruises he had left on her skin months ago when he had lost himself with her.

Glorfindel had always been a different elf. He didn't know exactly when he had started to develop such an unholy appetite, but he did realize that the certain appetite was directed towards his own wife, the one he wanted to protect from the world. His cherished treasure made of glass, beautiful yet frighteningly breakable.

And to make things worse, Mila once again tempted him, lifting her delicious thigh to brush against his while she rolled her hips to him erotically, her delicate hands teasing the heated skin of his back, promising him heaven.

He wasn't going to let his sick mind win. He changed tactics. Instead of refusing her outright, he delayed her. Hopefully, distracting her from her adamant request.

"I need more time, Mila," he pushed down her hands that was wrapped behind his back gently. He needed to fix himself before he could surrender to her fully. But pleasure–pleasure he could happily give her, that is when she's not wearing that maddening see through lace dress.

A look of defeat struck Mila's face. He watched as tears began to well in her eyes as she pulled away to sit at the edge of the bed, covering her body with the ridiculously short night robe.

"Mila..." Glorfindel trailed. His voice pained and stuck in his throat upon realizing that he had hurt her feelings.

"I gave you time," she muttered, casting her eyes down to her feet as she pulled her robe, "I gave you months. If I am indeed a mortal, then you should know that time is not something I have in abundance."

The way she said those words with a broken voice served like a slap across his face. A two edged sword that hurt both her and him. A bitter reminder of her humanity. Glorfindel swallowed the stabbing pain in his heart, his mind racing to make this right.

"I... I'll make it right, I swear," he said out of desperation, half pleading. He knelt in front of her, running his palms sensually across her naked thigh, "I'll make you feel better," he promised lowly.

Mila pushed his hands away from her skin despite the pleasurable goosebumps that his touch caused her. "How? By making me come three or four times before letting yourself come undone once, briefly, before lulling me back to sleep and call it a night?"

Glorfindel clenched his jaw, unhappy by the truth she had to voice out for him.

"I don't want to be here anymore," Mila said coldly, like a bucket of ice being poured on top of him when he saw her standing up and made her way to the door.

She was leaving him. Eru, she was leaving him.

Bewildered, panic began to cloud his mind. Of all the violent scenarios that might separate him from the love of his life, from his sole reason of living–sickness, freak accident, old age, death–this wasn't one of them. It never crossed his mind that she would ever leave him out of her own choice. The thought was madly distressing to the immortal elf. He wasn't prepared for it. Couldn't afford it. Couldn't bear it.

Not her walking away from him.

With an inhuman speed, the golden one moved his feet and made towards the exit, snapping the door close right when the mortal human was just opening it. She blinked at him in surprise.

"Let me go, Glorfindel."

"Come back to bed," he said with a flat tone, his aloof expression hid the fear brewing in his chest.

"No."

Stubbornly Mila made another attempt to pry open the door. Towering above her small frame, with the strength that easily overpowered hers, Glorfindel effortlessly closed the door again. His expression turned dark.

"To the bed," he commanded, his calm voice had turned dangerous, making Mila's own anger shrunk within her. She flinched in shock when Glorfindel utter his next word in simmering anger, warning tone. "Bed. Now," he ordered firmly, "Don't make me repeat myself, Mila."

The shadow which graced his usually loving face was foreign; almost terrifying to Mila. But above all–it aroused her. She didn't know what happened, but at the command in his firm yet melodious voice, Mila suddenly lose her own stubbornness and switched internally into submission to him.

Just one look. A few words, and she was putty in his hands.

She sat by the bed obediently, observing the way he watched her with a predatory gleam in his icy blue eyes. Gone was the warmth that was Glorfindel. What stared back at her was someone–something else entirely.

"I can't lose you," he said as he stalked towards her, eyes watchful as if she was his prey. He closed the space between them, and Mila began to retreat back on top of the bed while he hovered above her. "I'll give you what you want. But don't say that I never warned you."

Mila lifted her chin up bravely. "Show me your worst," she challenged.

A rather sadistic smile etched across Glorfindel's handsome face, making Mila shudder in both fear and anticipation of the pleasure to come. She grabbed his face and pulled him down for an open mouthed kiss, tasting his sweet mouth. Her tongue invaded his, massaging the warm velvet. He grunted at her ministration before breaking the kiss with a smack of their lips and pinned her wrists by both side of her head.

"If we're going to do this I have a set of rules I expect you to honor," he said with a dangerous gleam lurking behind his mesmerizing eyes, "One. You don't get to touch. You don't get to speak. You don't get to orgasm unless I let you. Two," his eyes softened slightly at his next words, the sweet, loving Glorfindel that she knew gazing back at her, "Do everything you can to stop me the moment I start hurting you too badly."

Because he and her both knew that there was no way in this scenario in which he will get away not hurting her. Not when the monster is involved.

Mila swallowed nervously, jittery, giddy as she looked up at him. A perfect picture of an Adonis; in command where he belong. There was no sexier thing in life. Nothing else could make her pussy ache so badly like he did right now, and he hadn't even touch her.

"Yes," she nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, Glorfindel," he corrected her firmly.

"Yes, Glorfindel," she repeated obediently.

"Better," he commented, placing a chaste kiss on her brow. "Be a good girl, and I will take care of you."

With that he got off of her, his warmth leaving with him as he left her alone in their bed. She stared at him confused as he dragged a chair right in front of their bed, and sat back on it, his muscular arms and hands rested on the arm of the chair while he studied her with his intense eyes.

He sat there with a powerful silence, unmoving, except for his eyes that were raking her form with his smoldering gaze. Mila couldn't quite read what he'd do next or when.

"Untie the knot of your robe," he ordered softly, "Keep it on. Just let me see enough your front."

Glorfindel's breathing slowed in anticipation, licking his lips when she did as he bid. Again, her body was served on a platter before him, whetting his unholy appetite.

Patience, he told himself.

"Lean back against the pillow and spread your legs. Let me see your pussy," he instructed in a low tone.

Again, his cock twitched agonizingly at the sight of her spread legs. Her pink, wet pussy glistening, taunting him. The sexual tension in the room was thick, surrounding them. Both wanting each other fiercely. Both were forced apart so painfully by his desires to punish her–for wanting him this way and for wearing that filthy dress for him. Mila fixed her starry night eyes to the prominent tent that was protruding on Glorfindel's sleeping pants, her gaze needy. Out of instinct, the mortal woman ran her fingers down her clit, needing to ease her ache for him.

"What did I tell you about touching yourself?" he snapped, making Mila stopped completely with a soft whimper. The handsome elf had an unhappy expression on his face. "I will let it slide this time. But you do that again, there will be consequences. Understood?"

Mila reluctantly gave a nod.

"Use your words, Mila."

"Yes, Glorfindel," she said meekly.

"Much better," he said as he sat back against his chair, his eyes raking her form appreciatively. Down their soul bond, he felt her burning need for him, one that was mirrored completely by his body. Mila let out a soft whimper. Feeling only a bit sorry for the woman, he continued, "I know, sweetheart. Patience," he said softly. "You may play with your breasts now. Just your breasts. Don't touch your pussy."

The sight of Mila touching herself drove Glorfindel crazy. He had to free himself from the confinement of his sleeping pants and slowly stroke his fully erect cock, just so he could rein himself from coming right then and there. Their eyes locked with each other as they pleasured themselves, both smoldering, their lusts for each other rimming to the brim, threatening to burst at the seams.

"Please, Glorfindel. Let me touch you," whined Mila, her voice sultry with need and desperation as she circled her pert nipple with the tip of her fingers.

"Not yet, Mila," he said with a cruel smirk, his own hand cupping the base of his hilt just to maintain his composure. He could just end both their misery by closing their distance and fuck her senseless, but above all he wanted to make her suffer. So that she knew what it feels like to hold back. To see but unable to have her the way he wanted. "But since you're being a good girl, I will just let you touch your pussy. Up and down," he instructed firmly, "Slowly. And don't you dare touch your clit." 

Lips parted in so much yet not enough pleasure, Mila locked eyes with the ethereal, sexy creature that was Glorfindel as he ran his hand up and down the length of his impressive cock while he watched her touch her wetness with a fierce hunger in his eyes. The darkness in his fair face, his perfectly sculpted body in the dim light of fire, the moisture tipping the head of his cock as it moved at his touch...

Mila couldn't take it anymore. She slipped two fingers inside her, pressing into the rough patch that was her G-spot with a wanton moan at the immense pleasure, imagining his cock filling inside her instead of her fingers.

In an instant the balrog slayer was on the bed, kneeling between her knees. He took her hand away from her pussy and brought it to his lips, licking at her wet digits quickly, not wanting to waste a drop of her juice. Her nectar was the most addicting, most aphrodisiac thing he ever tasted in the world. Mila's moan got louder, her hips rolling, wanting him, thinking that Glorfindel was close to having her now.

Wrong.

With great effort the elf managed to ignore how she tasted, how her smell enticed him for more. Musky, heady, intoxicating in a way that just made him want to consume her right then and there. But he needed to be in control. He needed to set her straight.

"Bad girl," he hissed lowly to her ear, his hands on her shoulders, peeling her outer robe off of her body, "You dare pleasure yourself like that without my consent? You misbehaved, little girl."

Mila whimpered again when Glorfindel had turned to use her soft robe as a makeshift bond that tied her both hands behind her back. The poor woman was begging now.

"Please, Glorfindel. I want... I need..." trailed Mila with a sob.

The real Glorfindel would never had the heart to see such desperation on her face. He would never deny her any pleasure to the point that she was almost weeping with agony at the immense throbbing between her legs. But tonight, that Glorfindel was gone. She wanted his monster, so he was giving her what she wanted now.

"You want what, Mila?" he taunted her, his smile mocking, arrogant. "You want my cock?" Mila nodded enthusiastically, "You want to come?" Again, more enthusiastic nod from her, followed with her begging, puppy eyes. This time, the full might of his sadistic smile was etched across his handsome face for her to see. "Well, guess what, Mila. Bad girls don't get to come."

Glorfindel granted himself a fraction of his need of her by pulling her head to him roughly, silencing her whining with a rough kiss laced with hunger. He felt her moaning against his lips as he ran his free hand all over her back. A new surge of lust rolled off of him when he felt how much of her bare skin he could feel on her back–another reminder what a ridiculously bad job the dress was doing in covering her body from him.

The sensation of her arms being tied at her back while Glorfindel ravished her mouth, and her helpless body within his strong arms sent the ache in her core to grow unbearable. When his mouth left hers, she could scarcely figure out how her body was now lying diagonal on the bed. All she could focus on was how Glorfindel brought his sinful mouth against the skin of her neck and chest, how he palmed her breasts and pulled her dress slightly so he could put her nipples in the warm velvet that was his mouth and tongue.

Helpless, she arched her back to him, wanting more. Needing more. Glorfindel was only too happy to feast his mouth and senses on her delicious body. All of a sudden, the elf sat up and lifted her knees up, exposing her to him before diving his head into her wet pussy.

Gentle was not the word Mila would use for this moment. Her loud moan filled the room as she rejoiced at feeling Glorfindel's mouth and tongue lapping at her swollen pussy, alternating between licking and sucking at her like he was a thirsty mad man. With her hands tied behind her back, Mila could do nothing but moan pitifully and arched her back, bucking her hips to his mouth as she felt his tongue making love to her pussy. Her body writhed from the maddening sensation, her head lolled back as her ecstasy climbed, about to peak–

Suddenly, everything came to an abrupt halt just before she was about to be tipped off the edge of ultimate pleasure. Her cries died in her throat, replaced with a disbelieving gasp. She whimpered, showing her unhappiness and frustration at him with a glare. The elf attractively wiped the side of his wet mouth with the back of his hand whilst keeping his smoldering gaze at her, his tongue licking his lips, savoring the remaining taste of her juice. That sadistic smile of his was back when he saw her expression.

"Do you really think I was going to let you come after the way you misbehaved?" he scoffed. "You haven't proved yourself to be deserving of it."

He got off of her, standing just beside the bed. With a come hither gesture of his index finger, he bid her to come to the edge of the bed. "Touch me," he ordered.

Mila sat on the edge of the bed, still kneeling as she tugged at her robe that was still keeping her hands captive behind her back. "But my hands are tied."

"I'm sure you can put your mouth to a good use," he replied huskily.

Mila was quick to forget her own frustration at the new opportunity to finally touch him. Keeping her intense gaze at him, she quickly got to her own feet. Glorfindel's hands on her arms stopped her briefly so he could put a pillow just in front of her feet before she could kneel on the soft pillow.

Oh Glorfindel, she thought, her stomach fluttering at the considerate gesture from him. This proved Mila's belief: That even his monster loved her too.

Mila began using her tongue to lick the underside of his cock, then using the tip of her tongue to swirl around his head. The gesture got Glorfindel groaning in pleasure, his expression turned wanton as he looked at her. She kept her eyes locked on his, feeling powerful knowing that she could draw such pleasure out of him. Determined to see him come undone, Mila began taking his length into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him.

Glorfindel moaned in ecstasy at the sensation of being inside her wet, hot mouth. His voice was rough, breathless when he instructed her.

"Slowly, Mila. Slow down."

The elf buried his fingers in her dark hair, gently showing her the pace of his preference at the moment. Mila only indulged him for a few seconds before returning to her original pace, torturing her husband with the need for more. Mila was definitely behaving badly again right now and that Glorfindel should have stopped her. But he didn't have strength to–her mouth, her tongue, her expression–all too good to stop. Maybe he could relish on this feeling just for a moment more...

Suddenly Mila pushed her head all the way to his length, forcing him as far as she could towards the back of her throat. Glorfindel let out a deep moan of pleasure, grunting drunkenly as he saw the way her eyes reddened and filled with water as she bravely deepthroated him.  There was conflicting emotions inside him now. Clearly, there was pleasure. The other thing was his need to protect her, and right now, he knew she was pushing herself for his pleasure to the point of discomfort.

"Stop, Mila," he grunted, cupping her face.

Mila didn't listen to him. Instead, she quickened the bob of her head, sucking him eagerly until all that was heard in their bedroom was the sound of his pitiful moan and the slurping sounds from her mouth.

"Mila." he warned.

"Mila," he dragged.

"Mila, please. Stop."

"Fuck–Mila!"

Glorfindel drowned in pure bliss as his own body betrayed him. With her tongue milking him, he shot his seed inside her mouth, groaning in pleasure as the woman and her dangerous mouth sucked his cock hungrily. He watched as she swallowed everything he had to give, her eyes red and welled with tears from the exertion, yet shone with mischief and not a small amount of smugness as she watched him come undone in her mouth. Coming down from his blissful high, Mila finally released his cock from her mouth with a gasp of air and an utterly devious smile bloomed on her pretty face.

Realizing that the woman had utterly ruined his original plan for her and even went as far as making him come before her, made Glorfindel mad. With his strong hands, he grabbed her by her arms to her feet and glared at her.

"What was that? You just disobeyed me," he said with disbelief and clear unhappiness on his expression. "I don't like that one bit, Mila."

Mila couldn't contain her giggle, which in turn frustrated Glorfindel even more. He shook her body, startling her with his firm grasp. "Bad girl," he gritted his teeth.

"What now?" challenged Mila, "You're going to spank me?"

"You know what? That is not a bad idea. Get on the bed!" he commanded.

Mila squealed when she felt Glorfindel tossing her body to the bed face first. The roughness in which he was handling her both startled and exhilarating to her. She felt the bed dip from his weight before his rough hands were on her hips, elevating her butt to him. Glorfindel rarely cursed, but tonight he had cursed twice now upon having a first good look on the design of her racy night dress from behind.

"Bad Mila."

A slap across her right ass cheek made Mila jump in her skin. She yelped. Glorfindel was unable to see her face, but feeling her arousal along with her surprise internally down their bond let him know that he wasn't actively hurting her to the point of making her miserable.

Good.

"I hate it when someone disobey me. Are you going to disobey me again?"

His sweet Mila looked behind her shoulder to him. For a moment he wondered how such a beguiling creature could be his. How he got so lucky. But then the laughter in her eyes pissed him off. Clearly the mortal woman hadn't learned her lesson yet.

He slapped her other ass cheek with more force than the first, making her yelp again, louder this time. "Do you understand what you did wrong? Why I did this?"

Like a brat, Mila chose not to answer.

Glorfindel scoffed arrogantly. "So it's going to be like that, huh?" he shook his head, clicking his tongue.

Like an upset daddy, Glorfindel was ready to inflict more pain to her glorious backside. Another slap, and Mila flinched.

"That's right. Tell me, little girl. Have you learned your lesson?"

"I give you pleasure. I did nothing wrong," she teased him.

"Wrong answer."

It baffled Glorfindel that Mila didn't even seem to mind or even felt any kind of shame for being spanked like a little girl. The fact both amused and frustrated the elf. This time, he rode up the lace dress to her waist, exposing her voluptuous bare ass to him, planning to let her feel the full sting of his hand on her bare skin. He watched in admiration how her complexion there had turned slightly pink from his ministration, and he planned on painting it redder until she learned her lesson.

Slap!

The sight of her flesh jiggling from his hitting made Glorfindel smiled in amazement and adoration. He wanted nothing else but to worship her body, to ease her pain, but oh his ego required her to admit to her faults before he could do so. Glorfindel gave a soothing rub on her pink ass, waiting on her to repent.

"Well?"

"..."

Slap!

The sounds of his hand meeting her flesh and her pathetic moan rang in his ears like music, sending pleasurable thrills down his cock. Mila stubbornly repeated her silence to him, forcing him to slap her ass a few more times, to the point that guilt and pity began to slither down his and his monster's hearts.

But Mila–oh Mila–he couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying this. That she didn't even care about the stinging pain that she would definitely feel on her skin by now. He reached down into their soul bond, searching her, only to find her clinging to the pain that he gave her and found pleasure in it. In fact, if that revelation wasn't any indication, then the way her pussy dripped down her thigh should be.

Glorfindel abruptly squeezed her butt and kissed the skin of her ass with passion. "Maddening woman," he groaned lowly, his own cock throbbing with passion for her. He turned her over and hovered above her, finding her trying to hide her mischievous smile and failed. The elf shook his head in disbelief.

"Un-fucking-believable," he cursed softly at seeing her pleased expression. "You enjoy this."

Her only response was to purr to his neck like a sated little kitten. How they had even met from two different worlds, two different species even, and managed to fit so perfectly like a glove–Glorfindel could not even begin to understand. Her fragile body versus his strong one. She was soft, he was rough. Human, elf. Innocent, sinful. Warm as the sun, pale as the moon. A masochist, a sadist.

Glorfindel cupped her face and kissed her lips passionately, no longer wanting to hurt her. He poured his love and affection into the kiss, silently apologizing for his ministration on her just seconds ago. Not wanting to deny them both any longer from the privilege of their union, Glorfindel freed her tied hands and lifted her knees, adjusting himself at her entrance.

"Naughty Mila," he murmured huskily, his voice dripping with sin as he pressed heated lips on the skin of her neck, "I guess I should just fuck the bad out of you."

With that, he slammed into her pussy, both of them groaning at the long awaited contact. Poor Mila let out a long moan of rejoice when she finally got what she had been denied so cruelly by her lover–his cock thrusting into her. A few thrusts in and Mila's whole body had begun shuddering in pleasure, legs shaking and off she went like a firecracker, eyes rolling back as she climaxed. Glorfindel maintained his rough thrusts inside her despite feeling the maddening pleasure of the way her muscles clenched, clamping his cock. He didn't relent, determined on impaling her to the bed. Mila stood no chance against his powerful thrusts. She hadn't even properly come down from her high but already she felt herself climbing, higher and higher and higher, before a sudden onslaught of explosive orgasm rocked her body, making her scream wantonly at the pleasure he was giving her.

Glorfindel laughed between his own moans watching her face with satisfaction as she gave into pleasure. He figured that if denial of pleasure didn't make her suffer enough, he would then bombard her with one until she can't take it anymore.

Her orgasm didn't seem to end. Mila had lost count of how many times she had come undone after that. Not with the way Glorfindel tossed her body around like a rag doll, maneuvered her into various positions, each more maddeningly good than the previous. The elf, Mila noted, had come again inside her that night, yet his inhuman stamina managed to let him grow hard again within seconds that he was able to plunge into her and drive her into another pleasure madness in no time. He cruelly denied her of rest.

Mila climaxed again with his name slipping from her lips like a desperate prayer as her body convulsed in another blinding orgasm. She felt boneless, exhausted, and thought that it had been the end when Glorfindel suddenly maneuvered her body so her back was leaning against his chest on the bed. She felt his lips on her jaw as he spread her legs, his fingers rubbing teasingly at her swollen clit.

"Please," Mila sobbed, half crying, either in pleasure or pain, she didn't know, "Enough, Glorfindel. I can't do it anymore."

"Shhh..." Glorfindel shushed her gently, retreating his hand that was on her pussy and crossed his arm around the front of her shoulders, giving her lips a slow but heated kiss. "Yes you can," he whispered huskily.

"No," she pleaded. "I don't have the strength. It's too much. You're too much."

"You can," he encouraged gently, "Just one more time, sweetheart. You don't even need to do anything but take what I have to give you."

Having no further response from her, he let her lay her weight against his chest, her head on his shoulder as his hand find its way down her luscious body. Over the swell of her breasts, her stomach, her clit–

Suddenly he entered her pussy from beneath her, drawing a long moan from Mila. Her body shook with the upward thrusts of his hips, his fingers working unrelentingly at her pussy, stroking and rubbing her clit into an almost unbearable pleasure. His other hand steadying her body, ghosting over her tits, making the hair on her skin stood in goosebumps.

Mila turned her head to his face as he fucked her, begging at him through her incoherent moans. He responded with sloppy kisses on her mouth, thrusting up into her with increasing speed and power. The poor woman cried out in his arms out of mind bending pleasure, helpless against the strength of his invasion.

Stars exploded behind her eyes as her whole body seized with a powerful orgasm. Glorfindel watched with an astonishment when he saw her squirted all over the bed as she came undone, making his fingers drip with her nectar. The erotic sight only spurred him on to ram into her harder chasing his own release before he joined her into the oblivion of ultimate pleasure.

***

"Come here. Come on," Glorfindel beckoned her gently, "Curl up to me, sweetheart." When Mila did as she was told and melted into his embrace, she sighed in exhaustion and relief, feeling his hard chest as he praised her, "That's a good girl."

Mila buried her face in his neck, reveling the sensation of his warm hand that was rubbing up and down her back comfortingly. "It's alright. I got you. It's over now."

The woman purred softly, a cross between sleepiness and sexually sated, "I'm sorry for being bad. Also that I made you to change the sheets and clean me. I swear I didn't see that one coming," she said with a bit of embarrassment.

"That one is fine. In fact, I like it a lot and would like to see you mess the bed more often," he murmured lovingly at her before tipping her chin up and peppered her lips with sweet kisses. "I know you misbehaved, but tonight you've done me proud," he praised with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Thank you." Mila blushed, liking the fact that Glorfindel was talking her down like she was indeed a little girl and that he was her daddy. She wondered how the elf slipped into the dominant role so naturally. She had yet to relay to Glorfindel about her limited knowledge of the BDSM world that he unknowingly practiced with her just now.

Glorfindel hummed deeply and hugged her close. Even he was spent with their vigorous love making that night, he could only imagine that it would have been taking a toll on Mila too. He kissed her lips again, noting her heavy lidded eyes.

"Let's lay down, shall we? We both had quite an eventful night."

That got Mila to chuckle. She surrendered her body to him in more ways than one. Even now, she let him lay them both on the freshly changed sheets and pulled her close in his arms before covering their body under the soft, fluffy blanket.

She hummed softly at Glorfindel's sweet murmurs and the way he kept stroking her back comfortingly. Down their bond, she felt his love and contentment, laced with a just a hint of doubt. Mila opened her eyes, determined to set him straight.

"I love you, Glorfindel," she said out of the blue, looking up at him earnestly, "All of you. And guess what?"

"What?"

"I think all of you loves me too."

Warmth spread across his heart at her. He cupped her neck and kissed her nice and slow, relishing the truth in her words. "No doubt," he whispered.

"Then what are you doubting right now?" asked Mila.

Glorfindel gave a small smile. "I am thinking about your butt–" Mila giggled at that, "–I just wonder if you're going to be alright tomorrow."

The human woman laughed good naturedly, earning herself a handsome smirk from her elven husband. "It stings a little now," she admitted.

His expression fell. "I'm sorry, Mila. I'll go to the village tomorrow to get you an athelas salve."

"There is a way to soothe me now without waiting for the athelas salve," chirped Mila.

"Anything, little one," he answered eagerly.

Mila take on his hand that was resting on her waist and brought it back to her ass cheek where it currently stung from his spankings earlier. "Touch me there. Your hand will make me feel better."

Glorfindel couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as he reveled on the soft, pillowy swell of her ass under his palm. "My little wildflower. Always a keen opportunist," teased him as he caressed her skin in slow, circular motion, "That is very naughty of you."

"You might have to spank me again after I feel better," she chirped sleepily.

"I just might have to," agreed Glorfindel softly, smiling as he pulled her close to his chest and planted a kiss on her forehead, "But for now, sleep well, my naughty little girl."

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[Author's Note: WHY CANT DIS HAPPEN TO MEH??? 😭❤️🔥]