I Am (Not) Your Hero

12

Smite was keenly aware that people were beginning to wonder where he was. He was coming up with a plan. He wanted to keep her. Show her off. Take her in public but not like this. How could he get her to be what he needed?

Submissive. Truly. Because for all her obedience the second she thought someone could save her she would run for it, and he knew it.

Which was so ironic, because who would save her? He was the only hero.

He wrung his hands. She laid beside him at his demand, her back on the large bed her eyes on the ceiling in the pitch black. She could not see him, but he could see her.

He wanted more.

He wondered what she was thinking. Her brain seemed to be full of thoughts. Escape plans, perhaps?

He could demand she tell him. But what was the fun in that. Everyone would want her. When he finally had broken her down and she'd accepted him? They'd walk in arm and arm and no one would able to tear their eyes away from her.

She was a star after all. And he found it part of her appeal this fantasy of her, on his arm, just his to be adored by the world but to never be known or touched by anyone but him.

He'd moved her to his bedroom. She slept in the same bed as him, but he kept his hands off her. For now. Instead he watched he so intently.

"You are silent."

She said nothing.

"I can see you. Hear your heart race. I know you're not asleep."

"Is there no reprieve from you? You fucking monster—"

His hand was gripping her jaw before the sentence even fully left her lips. His fingers dug into her cheeks in a warning, causing her aching cheek to hurt more.

"Careful," he murmured. "Play nice little star. My rewards as nice as my punishments are cruel. Hm?"

But the woman did not respond and rather than continue with his 'punishments' he sat in silence for a Kenny.

"How about we go for a ride?"

"Is that optional?"

It was not. Of course. He took her into his arms, flying her up into night the sky with such ease. Starlette took the opportunity to look around trying to pinpoint where they were.

They house they were in was small and out of way. It seemed uncharacteristic for him. He loved being loved after all.

Smite slowly took her up, higher and higher towards the moon, the city dwarfing beneath them. She looked up at him, somewhat enthralled.

He smiled back. "Isn't it beautiful?"

She nodded softly. "It is."

He slowly leaned in, pausing at her frown. "What are you doing?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Nothing." His fingers slowly slipped from  her body. "Whoops."

He let her fall a bit, before grabbing her.

"What the fuck—"

He raised his hands letting her fall once more, hovering in the air his lavender eyes on her as she hurtled toward the ground. After a moment he put his hands together, diving for her, holding her up as she pushed against him.

"Oh, you want me to let go? Sure!" He raised his hands. "Got all day! Your name may be Starlette but only one of us can fly."

"Smite!" She screamed, reaching out for him.

"Will you behave?" He asked softly.

She closed her eyes tightly and nodded. "I will! I will! Just help me."