Yes Master 2

Chapter Fourteen

It was nighttime in Asgard. Nicole stood in her bathroom, in front of a mirror, brushing her dark brown hair with a golden hairbrush. It used to go down to her hips but after she had been living in Asgard for a few months, Loki wanted it to be shorter so he had it cut. It only went down to her mid back now. She missed when it was longer.

She put the brush down and washed her face. After that, she observed herself in the mirror. In her opinion, she looked like she had gotten skinnier. That was probably a result of Loki only feeding her two small meals a day.

The white nightgown she wore was loose on her. Although it didn't quite fit, she did like it. It reminded her of something a princess would wear with all the fancy details all over it. But she would have preferred to wear a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. She sometimes really missed Midgardian clothing.

Before leaving the bathroom to return to her large and comfy bed, she took a bar of soap from one of the cabinets.

She got on the bed, picked up a small golden knife she had found while doing errands for Loki a while back, and began to whittle the soap. She was trying to make it into a star, like one of the many ones that lit up Asgard's sky.

She assumed that Loki was still in Midgard. He usually came to see her after returning. But he hadn't yet. She wasn't in any hurry to see him. When he was gone, she could think freely and not have to worry about thinking something he wouldn't like.

As she continued whittling, she began thinking about Midgard and everyone she missed from there. Her friends. Her family. Trinity. Mom and dad. Her sister. Thinking about them always pained her. It gave her a pain deep in her chest.

She tried to remember each of their faces. She could remember them but vaguely. It felt like her memories of them were slowly fading away. She was afraid that one day she would forget all of them completely. They would be nothing but blank slates of who they were. She was afraid she wouldn't even remember their names. She hoped that day would never happen. If it did, she would lose it.

She stopped whittling for a moment and observed the knife. It was very sharp. It looked like it could cut through skin like it was nothing. She felt an urge inside of her. It was an urge she had felt every time she held a knife. She was usually able to ignore it but not this time.

She hadn't been feeling anything since she had been in Asgard, besides fear. She felt...numb. She wanted to feel something. She hadn't harmed herself in so long. But the urge was strong at the moment. So strong. She couldn't fight it. She rolled up the sleeve that was on her right arm. She began to bring the knife to her supple skin.

She stopped when she heard a sound at the door. Loki. He was opening it. She silenced her thoughts immediately. She hoped that he hadn't heard anything she had been thinking a few seconds ago. She frantically got the soap and knife and hid them under her bed. Then, she rolled her sleeve back down, laid down and pretended she was asleep.

The door opened and Loki entered the room. He closed the large door back. He observed her.

"Slave?" he said, making his way towards her. "Wake up."

She pretended to wake up. She looked at him, trying her best to look sleepy. "Master...I was waiting for you. I guess I dozed off," she said, attempting to sound groggy.

"I was busy with the new slave." He sat down beside her and heaved a huge sigh.

"Is she still being difficult?"

He snickered. "That is one of the biggest understatements of the century."

"Do you need anything? Wine? Food? A massa-"

"No. I would just like to rest." He looked down at her and brought a hand to her hair. He stroked it. "I would like to rest with you."

He took off his black dress shoes and long black coat, dropping both on the clean floor. Then, he laid down beside her and wrapped his arms around her waist, spooning her. He moaned softly into her ear.

She would be lying if she said she didn't somewhat enjoy when he held her. She liked cuddling. Although he was cold, it was still pleasant. It was comforting. Being in his strong arms.

"She keeps...surrounding herself with other Midgardians. It makes getting to her quite difficult."

"I'm sorry, Master. That must be frustrating."

"It is, slave. It really is."

"Do you think she's doing it on purpose?"

"Of course she is. I know she is. I'm no fool. I can't speak to her or get her if she's constantly around other Midgardians."

He burrowed his face into her neck and breathed in the scent of her skin.

"This will not continue. I will have her. I will."

He held her tighter.

"And now she's talking to this...sorry excuse for a man. They are working on some project for this class. She likes him. Very much. I know she does. And she literally just met him."

Nicole could tell that he was getting angry. His voice wasn't getting louder but his tone was growing more and more hostile.

"I watched him gander at her when she wasn't looking. His eyes full of desire. Want. Lust."

He hadn't been this angry in quite some time. It scared her a bit.

"And I watched her do the same to him," he laughed. "I won't sit back and let this happen. She is mine. She will come to Asgard and she will be my slave and she will never speak to or hear from him again. Whether she likes it or not. I don't care."

"Master," said Nicole, putting one of her slender hands to his. "Master, relax. It will all be okay."

He seemed to relax a bit. He took the hand she had put on his and held it. "I apologize, slave. I'm just...incredibly cross right now."

"It's okay. I know."

They were both silent for a moment. He stroked her palm with his thumb.

"If you were able to get me to become your slave, you can most certainly get her to become your slave. I know you can. You're powerful. Smart. You are unstoppable."

"Do you really mean that, slave?"

She nodded. "Of course. Of course I mean it."

Suddenly, he kissed her cheek. "I appreciate your words very much, slave. You're right. I can get her to become my slave. Perhaps I need to be more...assertive. I've been too kind. Being assertive is how I got you so quickly. I need to do it again." He kissed her cheek again. "After today, I will start a new approach. But for now, I will stop thinking about it and rest. I am worn out."

He used his magic to turn off the lights. Then, he used it again to bring the blankets over the two of them.

"Goodnight, my beautiful slave."

She closed her eyes. "Goodnight, Master."

She thought that he was done speaking so she was surprised when he said something else.

"I truly adore you, slave. Very much," he whispered into her ear.

She didn't understand. Why did he feel the need to say that?

"I adore you too."