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The first time Galadriel Noldor realized something was wrong at the company was the week before Labor Day.
It should have been a week of green strolls through Central Park, taking in the fading heat of the summer that persisted deeper and deeper into the year as the world warmed.
Instead, it was the worst week of her life so far.
Finrod was off in the Hamptons with some of his friends and their investors.
She was in the office.
The numbers weren’t crunching.
Galadriel ran different scenarios. Something was wrong and they were getting closer and closer to the red.
When she asked Fin about it over the phone— he told her not to worry. That he had it handled.
She listened and went home, trying to ignore the dread curling deep in her stomach.
It didn’t work.
***
The second time was as Christmas fast approached.
She was late at the office— again— and getting a coffee from the break room’s fancy coffee machine they’d splurged on at her brother’s insistence. The monster made any type of coffee you would want, even if it tasted a bit like crap.
She tapped her foot impatiently as she clicked through the different screens— even down to which kind of milk she wanted.
Her nerves were fraying at the seams.
It had been too long since she’d had a hook up. No luck on her favorite dating app. She was pent up, annoyed and on edge.
She had to get laid.
As the machine whirled into making her a flat white, she overheard Finrod arguing over the phone, his office door propped open.
“Give me two more months and I swear I can turn this around,” her brother begged. She’d never heard desperation in his voice quite like that before. “Two more months.”
He paused, whoever was on the other end of the line spoke.
“No— no— I won’t disappoint. I know the deal.”
She walked into his office and he gapped at her.
The person on the phone was not pleased. She listed to their rebuff in that mechanic static sound that didn’t allow her to make out words.
“What no, I’m listening, apologies,” he said into the phone. “My sister has just stopped by for a surprise visit. I can call you back?”
They spoke again and Fin’s face went pale.
“I understand, sir. Goodbye.”
Her brother never called anyone sir.
“Care to explain?” She asked, crossing her arms.
Finrod ran a hand through his messy hair and picked up his lucky letter opener, twirling it between his fingers with a nervous tick.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” he finally answered, not meeting her gaze.
Maybe it was the frustration built up over the months or the feeling of dread deep in her gut. But Galadriel did not accept that answer. “No, something is going on and you’re going to tell me right now.”
The ice in her voice stunned him.
He nodded and gestured to the couch as he came and sat in the chair across from it. She slowly made her way over and sunk down.
“Have you heard of Mordor Inc.?”
***
The third time was at the end of January when a man named Adar showed up at the office midday with a thick file in hand.
She stood in her doorway, looking at him as he handed the black envelope to Finrod.
Adar tilted his chin towards her and looked her up and down before nodding in acknowledgement.
He turned back to Fin. A sinister smile on his face.
“The Boss wants an answer by the end of the week,” he said before walking out.
She swiftly followed Fin back into his office as he looked through the papers within.
“Well?” She asked, trying to make sense of the mess in front of them.
Fin shook his head.
“He’s got us cornered.”
It seemed they were always going to be cornered.
***
The slightly shattered phone screen fuzzed around the edges as she re-read the message from her brother.
He’d called ten times.
She couldn’t bring herself to pick up. Knowing what was on the other end.
Gal, I swear to God if you don’t answer the phone…
Finrod rarely spoke to her with any sort of anger.
But she knew he was afraid. Just as afraid as she was.
Their father’s company was everything they had— they’d worked for years, sacrificed everything to keep Noldor & Sons alive. Her marriage. His chance at marriage.
Their very wellbeing.
It had all been for nothing.
The firm was her father’s pride and joy, everything he worked for when his own brother kept his inheritance from him. They were supposed to keep it alive.
But they failed.
It rang again.
Galadriel sighed and picked up the phone.
“Fin—”
“We’re fucked,” her brother interrupted her across the fuzzy line. His breathing was rushed, panicked. “Mordor is moving in tomorrow, I just got the call from that snake, Adar. Not even the boss could be assed to reach out personally.”
She nodded though he couldn’t see her, not sure what to say. Tomorrow all their assets would be seized. All because Finrod had taken a desperate chance on a loan from a sketchy finance firm who operated on both sides of the law. She’d raged at him when she found out but he promised it would be okay. They would pay the money back.
They didn’t.
Now everything they inherited would be seized, legally— if not by loophole after loophole— leaving them with nothing.
The house in the Hamptons where her mother taught her how to swim. The penthouse on 56th and Central Park West, bought by her grandparents when they first moved to New York that Fin currently occupied. The Ski Villa in Vale. The yacht that was her brother’s pride and joy, docked in Miami for an easy dip to the Caribbean. Plus the millions in accounts all listed in his agreement with Mordor Inc. He was such a fool, he couldn’t even move money off shore now. It was all in writing, just like the CEO of Mordor insisted.
The man they called Sauron.
An illusive figure in the business world. His name was spoken with a mix of fear and reverence. A Google search turned up nothing besides his page on the company site-- which gave away ziltch. No photos were taken of him. No tabloid articles. No scandals from dating models and actresses as one of the wealthiest men in the world. He never even did interviews.
She'd never met the bastard, but from what Fin said he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Persistent and charming, he snaked her brother into admitting every hidden facet of their assets. Tying the noose around his own throat with his tendency towards honesty.
If Galadriel had been there, she would have stopped him. Kept her mouth fucking shut.
Now they had to deal with what was given to them.
“How fucked?” She asked, even if she knew the answer. She looked around her quaint apartment, hidden in a gated garden off Barrow Street in the West Village. She loved the little slice of home she’d created, so unlike the stark modern white design her mother preferred in their homes growing up. Her furnishings were Restoration Hardware and Anthropologie, her decor from art galleries Fin never wanted to attend, and her cabinets were hand painted a moss green that reminded her of the forests upstate where they got exiled to summer camp like so many other kids of the city elite.
Her house was homey, lived in, and loved.
She didn’t want to lose it.
“He knows everything, Gal,” Fin sighed. “I can take out a certain amount and get a flight somewhere— but I have a feeling he’d come after me for whatever I take. Even if it’s my fucking money.”
She wanted to argue that because he’d signed it away it was no longer technically his. But she couldn’t find the energy. It was exhausting to be right, to see the volcanic explosion coming and have no one listen to her. Cassandra’d into the corner of being the only woman on the Board. Then having the Board only think of her being there as a nepotism hire— even if she was ten times more business minded than her dear brother.
While he partied and schmoozed, she made sure things ran as smoothly as possible. It was like clinging to a raft in the middle of the sea, each time she felt as if she fixed something, he would sweep in and fuck it up.
“You can’t run, Fin,” she said, starring at her hanging plants that framed the large window looking on her back garden. A little grove within the city. Even in the dead winter, it was rich with life. Twinkle lights strung up and a round table for dinner parties.
She would have dinner parties. If she had any friends.
“I know that,” he snapped. “At least not yet. I— I gotta see what he wants tomorrow. He’s coming into the office to speak to me and the Board.”
He.
Sauron.
She scratched at the velvet pillow on her lap.
“We’ll talk to him… I’m sure we can come to an agreement,” she placated, trying to view the sunny side of their situation even if it felt impossible. “He has to see reason—”
“Reason? From Sauron?” Fin laughed. “You’re too good, Gal. This guy doesn’t know reason or mercy or anything like that. He’d rather kill me than give me back anything he sees rightfully owed to him.”
Then why did you make a deal with him?! She wanted to yell.
“I gotta get my mind off this— I— I’ll call you in the morning and pick you up on the way to the office. We’ll get this through this, just like we always do,” he promised, finally sounding like himself for a moment.
She knew what getting his mind off it meant. Coke, whiskey, maybe some girls picked up at some swanky west side cocktail bar and an Uber Luxe drive down to the VIP section at The Box.
“Okay, be safe. We’ll figure it out.” She knew it was a lie. There was no figuring out.
Fin hummed and hung up.
“Love you too,” she said to the silent phone.
The aching maw of loneliness smarted within her. A familiar, cold feeling that seemed a constant friend since her earliest memories. Even with an older bother and parents who loved her, who protected her— she often chewed on loneliness more than love.
Galadriel brought the velvet pillow to her face and screamed into it, trying to keep in the sobs that threatened up her throat.
She flopped down on her leather sofa, the buttery texture soothing against her cheek.
What the fuck am I going to do now? Ran through her head again and again.
***
It only took two hours of staring at the ceiling for her to seek out her own distraction.
Grabbing her phone, she opened a little app she used when a bit desperate.
Even if it hadn’t been working recently.
Feeld. Her profile stared back at her, no face, just her long blonde hair with a cheeky pale shoulder showing over a gold dress. The next being just her body, kneeling in a silver nightie. The third her face observed by a high Hermes scarf and large Celine sunnies— hair in a wild array around her head.
Artanis 29
Faceless due to work. Will share pics upon request if we match.
Looking to forget for a night at a time. Can be a good girl if you make me.
ONS only. Plus if you have tattoos and a talent for being a little mean.
She needed to be put in her place for the night. Taken care of. BDSM helped with that, the same way big execs liked getting whipped by a Domme in a dungeon somewhere in Noho — she liked to be put her place as a good girl by big mean men.
Each time got her closer to what she was actually looking for. But to be fair she’d only met up with someone three times. The first guy was too much of a sadist for her tastes and she safe worded— which he respected and helped her through some aftercare before calling her an Uber from his Bushwick loft.
The second guy was older, experienced and leaned the other way. He was too nice. She’d just been pushed out of a major project by Finrod, one she’d spent months on and she was pissed. But he was gentle and loving and it made bile rise in her throat. She wanted to be tossed around, not treated like something precious. They enjoyed a subpar night and kissed goodbye, but never spoke again.
The third was closer to what she was looking for, but half way through he started talking about how he couldn’t wait to have her again. How much he wanted her to be his. She freaked and ran out after just a bit of aftercare.
She was clear on what she wanted— casual. Almost transactional.
That was almost a year ago, she hadn’t had much luck since.
So she started to swipe.
A few matches later, she was getting bored and antsy. No one messaged.
Then it happened.
A ping.
Her thumb quickly took her to her pings.
It was from a man. A man man.
Hal 39.
She clicked into his profile. No face pictures. Just the mass of ruddy curls as a back shot of him in a suit, sitting in a chair in what looked like a high rise bar. The next one was private, only to be revealed when they matched. His final picture was his hands, the trickling of tattoos climbing up his fingers and peaking out from crisp white shirt sleeves.
Looking for a good girl for the night. Nothing serious.
Pics if we match. Let me make you forget your own name.
Galadriel pressed the checkmark quicker than respectable.
The screen went orange— You and Hal have matched!
She waited, watching her screen. Something in her gut told her he would message her right away.
He didn’t disappoint.
Good evening, beautiful. Saw your profile and thought it was a string of fate that we’re looking for the same thing. Are you after a connection this evening?
She threw cation to the wind and typed her reply.
I am. I’ve had a rough day and looking for a brain break. Can you do that for me?
He responded immediately.
Of course, darling. Can you share a face pic with me real quick? Not that I don’t expect you to be lovely, I would just like to know who will be coming to my door shortly.
His confidence should feel like a red flag, but Galadriel shivered at the text. Perhaps she was so horny that she was reading it in that kind of tone.
She quickly snapped a selfie, hoping he didn’t care that she had no makeup on. She set it to a timer for 10 seconds and clicked send.
Hal looked at the photo right away.
I was wrong, you’re not beautiful.
You’re radiant, sunshine.
She blushed hard, trying to think of what to say.
A picture came through before she could ask. Also on a timer.
It was a picture of his face, he was sitting on a black sofa. His curls framed his roughish face perfectly, chiseled jaw dusted with a slight beard, and sweet hazel eyes that held a darkness she couldn’t put a name to.
You’re not too bad yourself.
She replied, proud of being a big cheeky.
Why thank you, sunshine. Now. Let’s not beat around the bush. Would you like to come over?
The question was quick— what she expected. But it went against everything she’d been taught as a women. Going to man’s apartment off a dating app was always a murder risk.
He sent another message, no doubt sensing her hesitation.
If you would like to talk over the phone first I’d be happy to.
Prepared for this, she sent him a number from her Google phone app so he wouldn’t have her real one right away.
It rang immediately.
“Hello?” She greeted, timidly.
“Why hello, Artanis,” he drawled in a slightly southern accent. She almost cringed at the fake name. But his voice, God, his voice. It was deep and sure, silky confidence oozed through every vowel and constant. It was one of those pantie melting voices.
She squirmed, embarrassed that she was already getting wet.
He continued, unaware of her inner turmoil from his fucking voice. “How are you tonight?”
She froze for a moment, a small part of her wanting to be honest with him. This stranger from a fucking app who she was considering seeing once to help get over her dread for the next day.
“I— I’m fine,” she went with.
He tsked on the other end of the line and the noise sent a little shock through her that she didn’t know what to do with. No one ever talked to her like that. “Let’s not start off lying to each other. Rough day, you said?”
Goddamn him. She sighed before debating how much to give away.
“Not smart to leave me waiting, sweetheart,” he warned with an amusement to his tone that stirred something even more inside her belly.
“My job is on the line and so is everything I own. You could say I’m royally fucked. So I would like to forget for a bit and get fucked.”
Galadriel pressed her lips together, shocked at herself for the blunt honesty in her words.
Hal hummed through the phone. “Ah. A little sub therapy. I can do that for you, Artanis.”
She didn’t like how he said her fake name, like he knew it was that. Fake.
“You can?” She hated how small her voice sounded.
He laughed, a little mean. “Of course I can. It’s what I do best. Why don’t you tell me your address and I’ll have a car pick you up. Pack an overnight bag.”
The order was clear in his voice, even if the little voice of caution was getting smaller and smaller in her head.
“Oh— Okay,” she stuttered before giving him the address down the road so he wouldn’t know her exact one.
Hal listened carefully and she swore she hear him chuckle, but it was so soft she couldn’t be sure. He didn’t comment more. She didn’t know what could have been funny.
“I’ll see you shortly, sunshine.”
He hung up.
Galadriel looked down at her phone, realizing what she just committed to. Then she looked at the texts from Finrod.
Tomorrow she would face the doom.
She just wanted to forget.
Without hesitating she grabbed her favorite weekender from a small shop in Capri, bought years ago when she still had time for vacations. Quickly, she stuffed it with another outfit, some toiletries and a change of underwear. She also tossed her taser in for good measure. A girl can never be too safe.
Wrapping herself in a thick wool coat she got discounted on the Outnet to stave off the February chill and sliding on her favorite Frye boots, she ventured out of her cosy apartment. Her hair was up in a messy clip, but still whipped in the windy air.
The walk down the street was short and she waited for only a few minutes until a black car pulled up.
The window rolled down.
“Miss Artanis?” The driver asked quietly, still partly covered by the thick tinted glass.
“Um, yes,” she said and he nodded to the back seat.
She scrambled to get into the sleek BMW.
This was definitely not an Uber.
The drive was short— only about fifteen minutes to a brick building at the edge of Tribeca overlooking the Hudson. The driver was silent the entire ride as she chewed on her finger nails with anxiety.
What the fuck am I doing? Something about meeting this man felt different. He was obviously wealthy— being from wealth herself she knew that wealthy men could be dangerous. Her instincts screamed at her to turn round and huddle in her little apartment. To take on a normal vice like drugs or booze.
“We’re here, Miss,” the driver said, not turning back. The building had a dimly lit lobby, warm in the fading light as the sun dipped under the horizon beyond “They know to expect you.”
She nodded and thanked him before sliding out. Holding her coat tight to her body she walked through the automatic doors and up to the desk where a kind looking woman sat. Her name tag read Bronwyn.
“You must be Miss Artanis,” she greeted with a simple smile.
“Um, yeah, I’m here for—”
“I know. Just take the elevator the left to the top floor. He’s expecting you.” She professionally gestured with a flat palm to the elevator bay where one required a keypad to open.
Galadriel once again worried she was in over her head but forced her feet forward.
If the vibe was off when she met him she’d leave.
She could always leave.
The elevator opened as she approached and she walked in.
As the doors closed, she felt a sudden tightening in her throat.
It was sleek, marble coated with a framed mirror on the back wall. But tight and silent— no music or noise besides the buzz of the rising machinery.
It rose quickly before opening to a wide foyer and double doors.
She made her way to the doors and rose her hand to knock. Hesitation bled into her, a voice inside her told her to turn, run, run!
They swung open gently and a tall man stepped out into the doorway and leaned on the frame.
Hal.
He was bigger than she was expecting. Well over six foot. She suddenly wished she’d worn heels to not feel so small in front of him.
Dressed in simple woolen slacks and a black cashmere sweater, he was put together yet relaxed. His skin was tanned, eyes sparkling as he looked her over-- most likely examining her in the same way she did him.
She was thankful she kept on her simple Rag & Bone sweat pant jeans in a light wash with her cornflower blue sweater from Sezane instead of trying to dress up too much. Forgoing jewelry, her hair was pulled back from her face and she felt a little naked without her vintage Chanel studs she'd had since 18. But she hated when they tangled in her long hair during sex.
“Hello, sunshine,” he greeted in that rich voice that was even hotter in person.
She swallowed— feeling the immediate attraction that so rarely came to her. “Hi, Hal.”
He smiled at that and offered a hand. “Please come in.”
Galadriel knew this was her moment if she wanted to turn back. But the pull to this man was unmistakeable, as if a tether was tied within her that yanked her roughly into him. Her hand raised and was engulfed by his rough fingers.
How did a rich man like him get calluses? She didn’t let it bother her as he led her into the apartment.
It was incredible. Cosy, yet chic. Art hung on the walls in all styles, though he seemed to favor landscapes and the abstract. She recognized an original Shelob hanging over the fireplace. The living room was furnished with black leather couches and wingback chairs, a rich wooden coffee table and bookshelves lined the walls that weren’t windows. Which weren’t many.
As she stared in semi awe, he released her hand and grasped her shoulders from behind, causing her to jump.
She glanced back at him and smiled— a little red coming to her cheeks from his proximity.
“Here, I’ll take this,” he said as he snatched her bag from her hand and set it on a bench near the entrance. Before she could protest, Hal led her into the living room with a confident hand on her lower back and pushed on her shoulder slightly to sit her down on one of the black sofas.
“I— I— um—” she struggled to find words as he knelt in front of her to take off her shoes.
It was mesmerizing— nothing anyone had ever done for her and so full of care it struck a forgotten, screaming part of her soul.
“We’ll talk before anything, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he assured her with a boyish smile that melted her a little. He took her shoes back to the entrance and placed them in a closet.
Galadriel examined his space even more. Some sparse plants framed the windows, all taken care of and thriving. A lush Turkish carpet sat below her now socked feet. The coffee table held leather coasters and an array of tasteful books. Even the large fireplace blazed with a comforting warmth that made her want to curl up and watch the flames for hours.
Hal walked back into the living room and took a seat on the coffee table across from her.
“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, his lips quirked in a smile that felt like an inside joke she wasn’t party to.
“You too.” She held a hand out, only to curse herself. Who goes to shake hands right before you're about to have no strings attached kinky sex?
He laughed, taking her hand in both of his. His grip was so warm. “It’s okay to be nervous, sunshine.”
She bristled at that. “I’m not nervous.”
“You sure?”
“I’ve done this before.”
He smiled, indulgent as he nodded. “I’m sure you have.”
“I just need—” she stopped herself. She knew that dynamics like this required communication, but she struggled with it. Always had struggled to cling onto what she really wanted.
He pulled her hand to his lap, tracing her delicate fingers with his own as he looked into her eyes, examining her bare face. “What do you need?”
Air was rushing in and out of her as she felt caught in the focus of his gaze. “I need to forget who I am for a night. I want to exist as a being of sensation and nothing else. No decisions, no worry… just…
“I understand.” He released her hand and it flopped down into her lap as he reached behind her and unclipped her hair, letting it tumble around her shoulders.
“You do?”
Once again he gifted her with an indulgent smile.
“Of course I do. I’m going to take care of you, okay?” His finger hooked under her chin and tilted her face up to his. The thoughts running through her head were sticky, clinging to her mind as she shivered under his attention— held— kept— safe. “I just have a few questions before we get started.”
“Oh—okay,” she whispered, already feeling the trickle of subspace in the back of her mind.
Hal pinched her chin, as if sensing it. “Stay with me, princess. We’ll get there.”
She blinked a few times before shaking her head to wake back up and he once again laughed as he dropped his hand.
“Don’t worry—” he rubbed his hands up her thighs, leaning towards her until his breath washed over her lips “— I feel it too.”
Galadriel nodded, biting the inside of her cheeks. He was too easy to fall into, his confidence perfectly alluring for what she wanted.
She’d never met a man who demanded attention as easily as he did.
“Safe word?”
Comfort oozed into her limbs. She knew this routine. A sense of relief washed over her as she said, “Nenya.” The name of her childhood horse.
“Nenya, understood. Any hard limits?” He watched her intently as she thought.
“No blood, no bodily fluids besides spit or — you know.”
Hal chuckled and rubbed her legs again. “I don’t, please use your words, sweetheart.”
She shivered and shot him a little glare to which he brows raised, challenging her.
“Split and cum are okay.”
“Got it, thank you.” He patted her thighs, squeezing a little and her breath caught. “Anything else?”
“Um… not too much pain. I’m okay with a hand, but no paddles or crops or anything.”
He nodded, considering her. “I’m not much of a sadist, so that works well.”
“I like… um…” she considered telling him exactly what she wanted. She knew it would be easier than letting him do whatever and being disappointed. That had been what she did in the past and she never left satisfied.
He cupped her face an stroked her cheek with a rough thumb, pulling her focus back to him alone.
“You don’t have to worry about being judged by me, okay? Tell me what you like, I want to know everything.” The way he said everything was far too hungry. Like a wolf at the door, eyes blurring back, mouth salivating. Another red flag she should have seen-- run from.
It promised too much.
It was too enticing to give into.
Galadriel warred within herself before she exhaled her resistance. There was something about him, about Hal, that made her feel like she could trust him.
Submission was only sweet when they earned it. For a reason she couldn't place, with just his attention and understanding. He'd earned a part of her-- at least for the night.
“I like to feel small… stupid even. I like to be condescended to and teased, be a little mean. But I don’t like being called a whore or slut or that sort of thing. I like to be punished and maybe tied up— I haven’t tried it but I think I’d like it— mostly I want to feel like your favorite thing but just that, a thing.”
Hal examined her again, his gaze far too understanding. “The world’s just so hard for little things like you, isn’t it?”
Galadriel couldn’t help the small nod she offered in response, nor the rush of want that soaked her already dripping panties. His eyes darkened as he traced his hand down her cheek and to her neck.
“You just need someone to take over, tell you what to do… own you. Don’t you, sunshine?”
“Yes,” she breathed as he gripped her by the side of the throat.
He laughed again, smiling like one would at a silly kitten who couldn’t catch a ball. “I’ll do you this service. Take you away from the world, right where you belong.”
She nodded, already falling into the game— his words inspired a peace in her head that she hadn’t felt in over a year.
“Up you go,” he ordered, releasing her throat and taking her arm to gently get her to her feet. Hal methodically undid her coat and let it fall to the sofa before weaving their fingers together and leading her through the apartment until they arrived at his bedroom.
The bed was massive and faced the Hudson view. She barely had time to register the dark decor before he was pushing her towards the bed and down onto her back.
Quickly, he undid her jeans with quiet efficiency and yanked them down, tossing them over his shoulder. Next went her sweater. Then he tore off her socks. His movements were methodical, so sure that it made her bones turn to jelly.
“Look at you,” he squeezed her sides, hands dwarfing her small waist as she was left in her matching pale blue undies and bra. “My perfect girl.”
She smiled at that, blushing as he brain began to fog into that familiar drop.
“Let go, I’ve got you,” he murmured with adoration in his focused gaze.
Hal leaned down, still in his grey slacks and cashmere black sweater. His mouth trailed on her taut stomach, leaving open mouth kisses along her hot skin. She gasped when he kissed right above her mons.
Another patronizing chuckle brought her back from the fog.
“I can smell how wet you are, baby,” he teased. Galadriel blushed again, feeling the sticky patch on her underwear cooling in the air of his bedroom. “It’s okay, I like my little girl wet and ready.”
His teeth dragged along her skin as he made his way up her body to hover over her face.
“You gonna let me take care of you?”
She stared back, wide eyed and nodded.
As quick as snake his hand was around her throat, slightly squeezing in warning.
An alarm went off in her head as she opened her mouth— unused to the pressure on her throat.
“What do you say?” The threat in his voice sent a bolt of sweet fear down her spine and she felt another gush of wetness seep from her cunt.
“Please take care of me…”
He cocked his head to the side. “Hm… not good enough, princess.”
Galadriel struggled to figure out what he wanted, shaking her head as she waited for further instruction.
His other massive hand ran down her front until he was cupping her between the legs roughly, his palm pressing into her clit as a whine was ripped from her throat even through his hold.
“Pathetic little girl,” he teased with that same smirk on his face. “Just needs Daddy to show her how to be useful.”
She shuddered at that word. Daddy. She’d never called a man that before but it made her heartbeat gallop to a new height as he stared down at her like a complicated math problem he was determined to crack.
Did she want that from him? It felt all encompassing-- dirty-- in ways she hadn't experienced before. It was like he knew he'd be the first as he patiently waited for her to repeat the word.
“Are you going to be good?” He asked, punctuating with another squeeze. His face impassive as he waited for her to answer.
“Please, Daddy—” she breathed and he melted back into the man she’d just met, another boyish, genuine rise of his lips as he leaned down and captured her lips in a burning kiss.
No, not burning -- a branding kiss.
Galadriel had never been kissed like that before, dominated to the point of suffocation. She could do nothing but follow where he led as he conquered her mouth.
When she tried to reach up to run her fingers through his hair, he caught her wrists and pressed them above her head. "Keep them there, sunshine. Or Daddy will get mad," he laughed through the treat, still kissing her indulgently.
“That’s my girl,” he huffed against her lips before he hand slid into her panties and he pressed two thick fingers into her wet cunt without ceremony.
Fuck, fuck— please— she couldn’t say the words as they repeated in her head. Or maybe she did say them if his knowing grin was anything to go by.
Hal was methodical at bringing her to her peak, pressing into the spongy bit on her inner wall that no man was ever good at finding as the heel of his palm solid against her pulsing clit. He laved at her neck with a devouring need as sounds she didn’t recognize escaped her mouth.
He leaned up, propped by a knee next to her on the bed and a hand next to her head, thumb tracing her ear.
“You’re like puddy in my hands, baby. You’ve been waiting for this, hoping for this, haven’t you?” He teased as he hooked his fingers back and forth within her, wrenching her towards an orgasm within minutes. She panted up at him wide eyed— almost scared at how easily he was able to drag her into the depths of pleasure. “It’s okay, you’ve found me now…”
She could barely focus on what he was saying as he pressed down on her clit and into her g-spot at the same time
Galadriel came hard, a scream escaping her throat as her cunt contracted on his fingers and white stars burst behind her eyes. It was the most intense feeling she’d ever experienced. Her legs shook with its force, her brain spilling out of the gush of pure wet seeping from her aching cunt as he whispered praise in her ear. Good girl, my good girl, look how you soak my fingers, can’t wait to be inside you— never letting you go— never, baby girl— fucking never. Her mind couldn’t process what he said as she felt her arms being lifted further above her head as he turned her limp body still shaking from after shocks.
She only came too slightly as cuffs snapped around her wrists and attached her to his headboard.
“What—?” She slurred, looking up with hooded eyes.
“Shush, baby. It’s okay, I’m just going to fill you up now. You want that right?” He stroked her cheek lovingly as she returned her gaze to his.
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered quietly. Her voice not sounding like her at all.
“That’s my good girl.” He leaned down and kissed her hard, sucking on her bottom lip like a man starved. A needy grown left him. “Knew you would be perfect.”
Galadriel waited as he tugged her drenched panties off, he pressed them into his nose, inhaling and moaning. It was so raw, so animal— somehow the hottest thing she’d ever seen. “Can’t wait to fill you up, baby girl. You’ll always be full of me from now on.”
That trickled something like doubt in her veins but before she could say anything he snapped his palm down on her already spent cunt and she keened back.
What the fuck? A part of her protested.
“That was for keeping this from me for so long.”
She looked at him, gaping like a fish.
What do you mean? We just fucking met.
Hal smiled again-- too disarming-- and reached behind her sweaty back to undo her bra. He pushed it up and over her tits, thumbing near her impossibly hard nipples. Galadriel couldn’t help but moan wantonly as he circled one and flicked it almost absent minded.
“Needy girl,” he teased, a cruel glint to his words as he left her there and went to his dresser to pull out something before reaching behind his neck to yank his sweater off.
His back was covered in tattoos. A giant eye in the center, surrounded by snakes and a wolf howling below. Hal peaked over his should and smirked at her checking him out before he slipped off his trousers and boxers in one go. Galadriel couldn’t help her mouth watering at his round ass as he pulled more things she couldn’t see from the top drawer of his dresser.
His nakedness didn’t seem to bother him, he stood like it was his natural state.
When he glided back to her, she couldn’t help but look at the tattoos spreading across his hard abs. Smoke and volcanos, more snakes over his shoulder and a symbol that looked like nine rings linked together above a skull. It stirred something in her mind that was buried deep— but she got too distracted by the heavy cock that stood hard between the V of his hips surrounded by curling auburn hair and a happy trail up his stomach.
Nerves filled her. She’d never been with anyone near his size before.
He was fucking huge.
Hal walked back over and dumped the contents on the bed beside her and she strained to look at what he’d brought. A ring gag, some kind of C shaped toy, and a switch blade.
“I said no blood,” she protested hotly— not even processing the gag. Hal looked at her and laughed, shaking his head.
“I know, I’m just going to divest you of this little thing.” He flicked the blade open, letting the silver glint in the soft light from the side table lamps.
Her breath sped up as he shushed her with a tap on the nose. The cold metal slid against her hot skin as he tucked it under her bra straps and cut them cleanly.
That was Agent Provocateur, you asshole, she wanted to say.
He tossed the ruined bra away, finally leaving her bear beneath him.
“Look at you, sweetheart,” he drawled, his knuckle trailing down her stomach and then her thigh. “I can’t believe I waited this long.”
“What do you mea—“ he grabbed her by the cheeks, stopping her question before she could ask. Fear once again knocked at the door within her.
Somethings not right— it warned. She realized it was stupid to let him tie her up if this went south.
“Don’t you worry,” he soothed, which only made her worry more. “Life is so hard for stupid little girls like you. You need a guiding hand to help you shine, isn’t that right, baby girl?”
She shook her head in his grasp, her safe word on the tip of her tongue.
“Hal, wait—“ she squeezed out as a slur just as he let her go. A light slap landed on her cheek, stunning her for a moment before he gripped her face once again.
“Darling, what is my name to you?” Barely contained anger simmered in his words, washing over her until her heart skyrocketed.
Finally yanking herself from the haze of sub space, Galadriel pulled at the wrist restraints, panic filling her like a syringe taking hot blood.
Hal watched her carefully, the mask of caring, boyish charm fading with the dying light.
“I know this is hard, but I think three days might be enough for you to learn. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Three days? Galadriel's eyes shot wide. What the fuck? She wanted out. Hal was crazy. She tried to say it—
“Nen—“ his fingers pressed her cheeks so hard her lips puckered. He tsked, leaning down to press a bastard kiss into he raised lips.
“Don’t you trust Daddy, sunshine?” He whispered into her whimpering mouth. “I knew you’d be a stubborn little thing, but it’s okay. I’m here to help.”
She should have turned around when her gut told her to, she was so fucking stupid to think it was a good idea to not even tell anyone where she was. She should of at least texted Elrond, her family friend, shared her location or anything.
Galadriel yanked on her wrists once again.
“Baby, don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself. If you hurt yourself, I’ll have to punish you. Be good. I told you, I’m going to help you.”
Hal smiled at her magnanimously, like he was doing her a fucking favor.
With his other hand he grabbed the ring gag and Galadriel began to struggle in earnest. He unhooked her jaw with two fingers and slid the metal ring in place just behind her teeth. She couldn’t stop him as he fastened it behind her head, carefully removing her hair around the buckle to avoid snags.
“There, there. It’ll be easier now, sweetheart.” The bastard petted her head like a treasured pet, testing the tightness of the gag with an approving hum. “You just have to take what you’re given and feel. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She blinked back tears at her own desires being shoved back at her, as if she asked him to take away her choice. Hot shame curled in her, she couldn’t help the stirring in her lower belly as he traced circles on her stomach. A mumbled protest came from her throat, no words able to form through the gag. Drool was already dripping at the corner of her mouth as she struggled to breath through the panic.
“Shh, love.” His voice was ice cold, almost a slap itself as he watched her struggle. He sat next to her on the bed, thumbing her cheek as he examined her face with a heavy sigh. She pleaded with her eyes, hoping this was just a game he played. A fucked up game. But one where he would take off the gag if he thought she was actually done. “I know, I do. But this is for the best. You see, you had to show up here so broken and lost, aching for me. I never expected you to be the perfect needy thing when this started. But you were too stupid to turn away from danger like me. So I’ll take care of you from now on. You don’t have to worry because you don’t get a choice. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Galadriel couldn’t help the tears that fell down her temples and soaked the pillow beneath her head.
No, it doesn’t sound fucking nice! She wanted to scream through the gag.
She was fucking stupid for trusting this man, this man who’s eyes were too intent— like a snake or a wolf depending on his mood. She shook her head, praying for help even though she knew she was caught.
“Let’s empty that head out, baby girl.” He laughed and patted her cheek, gentle even though she flinched.
Galadriel could do nothing but watch as Hal stood and grabbed the C shaped toy he’d brought over. He opened his phone and fiddled around with something on the screen.
She made a questioning noise and he looked up, smiling indulgently.
“Patience, sweetheart.”
He pressed a button on the toy and she heard a ping.
“Perfect,” he mumbled before gripping one of her thighs and spreading her apart despite her efforts to close them. She finally understood and yelled through the gag as he rubbing the curved, bulbed head against her still wet cunt. Before long he pressed the slick toy inside her, adjusting it until the bulb inside pressed against her g-spot. He then adjusted the top little hole over her already swollen clit.
“There… can’t wait to be inside you baby girl. Never thought I’d be jealous of a fucking toy. But I want you good and dumb before I do that. Trust me, okay?” He patted her side like she was a prize horse and not a bound woman against her will.
She made an incredulous sound at trust me. He simply ignored her.
Hal sat near her legs, holding her open as he slid his thumb up the screen on his phone.
She felt the toy come to life and knew immediately she was fucked. The vibrations alone were enough to yank her towards another peak as primed as she was. They echoed inside her, tearing her thoughts away from her worries and down to her cunt alone. He chuckled at the pathetic noise she made, rubbing her thigh in consolation.
“I know, silly girl, should of stayed away,” he teased.
He moved his thumb again and another sensation began, the hole over her clit sucked her pearl into its vacuum. Galadriel’s eyes rolled back on her head, never having felt such a thing before. Her mind was melting, like she was going insane as she wanted to beg for release from the man who’d fucked her over so throughly. But each thought in her head was directed to the sensation in between her legs.
She barely felt human anymore. She was just a being of need, of pleasure.
“Look at your puffy little cunt clench around my toy, sweetheart. Can’t wait for that to be my cock. You’ll hug me so perfectly, I might never leave it. Stay inside you always… ” She moaned in response, the only thing her mind could do was focus on it and him.
“Eyes on Daddy,” he ordered, stern as his voice dropped.
She shook her head and he simply reached up to twist a nipple. She moaned louder even through the pain and finally blinked down at him. He nodded and watched her intently as he upped the level of the vibe and then the sucker.
She begged. For it to stop, for it to keep fucking going— she didn’t know.
And of course he wouldn’t shut up.
“There’s a girl, let it out. Let it out and I’ll stuff my girl full of my cock. Keep you stuffed up and cumming your little brain out all day and night. Soon you’ll just be my baby, not a thought in that head until I want you to have one. Even then I might not. Keep you like this all the time. So fucking precious.” He growled the last word as he gripped her thigh, leaning down to watch her cunt leak around the toy as he turned it up even higher. A high pitch whine kept creeping through her throat as drool trickled from her mouth in droplets that soaked her chin.
She felt defiled, desecrated. Like a thing.
Just what she fucking asked for.
Worst of all— it felt incredible.
“Fuck, just like that—“ he bit into her thigh just as her orgasm crashed through her, sending white lighting through her veins. Her mind short circuited, a guttural, ugly moan ripping from her as her clit screamed at the continued assault. Her body shook with the effort, unable to catch a moment of respite before another began to build.
“You’re okay, you’re okay, baby girl.” His voice sounded far away, underwater. Another orgasm snapped through her body before she could process what was happening, her back arching painfully as she clenched around the toy.
“Give Daddy another, Galadriel— he needs another—“ he ran his massive hands over her sides as she shook her head, sobbing as another orgasm rose from deep inside her. “That’s my girl— good girl— good fucking girl—“ it barreled through her dancing on the split moment of death as she shrieked her throat raw.
The toy was ripped from her contracting cunt as she sobbed openly and his mouth replaced it, lapping up her cum. She squealed, over sensitive, as he licked around her clit, trying to move her hips away but he just banded an arm over them until he was satisfied.
She could barely keep her eyes open as he trailed kisses up her stomach and licked her breasts, sucking her nipples into the warmth of his mean mouth.
It was too much, too fucking much to handle, but she had to take it.
His hazel eyes stared down at her before kissing her nose and then the tear tracks along her cheeks.
“You did so well, sunshine.” She hated how her cunt clenched at his praise, hot shame lurking inside her even more than before. “Keep being a good girl and swallow for Daddy.”
He spit into her bound open mouth and she had no choice but the swallow the thick shame of her own cunt that lingered within him.
Hal smiled at her, pleased, then he undid the buckle of the gag and tossed it to the floor. Galadriel let out a painful wail which he cooed over her, pushing her tangled hair back from her sticky face. His fingers massaging the sore hinges of her jaw.
“Baby, baby— I know. You did so well, now you’re ready to take me,” he comforted, pressing the words into her skin. “Had to get you ready to take Daddy.”
“No!” She screeched through her sandpaper throat.
Hal laughed and kissed her hard as he notched his hard cock at her entrance. His hands wrapped around her legs, pulling them up and folding her in half, hooking her ankles over his shoulders to open her up to him.
She shook her head and he simply kissed down to her throat as he pressed inside slowly. It ached even after the multiple orgasms. He felt massive within her. She closed her eyes and inhaled roughly, hating how it felt good and just on the right side of pain. The stretch took her breath away even more than before.
“Nen— Nen—“ she tried to use her safe word but his hand closed over her mouth, pressing her into the mattress as he groaned into her ear. She couldn’t help her own groan as he seated himself inside, the end of him felt as if it were in her throat.
He let her mouth go as he pulled out and roughly pressed back in, as if punishing her for her insolence. For daring to attempt to end before he was ready.
“Right where you belong, baby girl— should have put you in the contract— but my good dumb girl came crawling anyway—“ his words strung together into nonsense as she panted through another rising orgasm, the simmering pleasure of it soft and cloying as it snapped through her.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come on Daddy’s cock— my perfect girl— perfect baby— fuck.” He kept snapping his hips, leaning back on his knees and gripping her by her sides to lift her up so he hit that spot inside her over and over again. With each thrust she cried out until yet another orgasm exploded inside her and a rush of fluid soaked his cock. He growled, pressing his hand down on her stomach as he snapped his hips into hers roughly.
“Atta girl, squirting on Daddy’s big cock—” he growled out as he continued fucking her like an animal. She floated into a fuzzy haze as another blinking pleasure crept up and flickered through her. My girl, my baby. Knew you’d come to me. Knew I’d have you. I’m keeping you forever, you’re mine— mine— mine— my baby—
He let out a massive groan and she felt him cum inside her, filling her to the brim with his hot spend. His mouth pressed into her neck, sucking a bruise as he came down from his release. She shivered as the sweat on her skin began to cool, unable to speak as he kissed up her neck and over to her panting mouth.
“That’s my girl, “ he mumbled as he kissed her. His lips danced against hers, lazy and messy, sucking on her slack mouth. “Nothing in that head by Daddy’s cum, isn’t that right, princess?”
She blinked at him, refusing to answer even as her mind sunk lower into an abyss.
He was right about one thing. There was nothing else in her head but him.
He chuckled again and pulled out— causing both of them to groan.
Galadriel lay there, starring up at the dark ceiling as he walked to the ensuite and came back with a towel. Her whole body ached, she didn’t know if she’d be able to stand if he let her.
Hal cleaned himself up before leaning down to do the same to her, she whimpered at the towel touching her sore cunt. He simply shushed her and laughed before leaning up to undo the cuffs from her wrists.
Galadriel went limp with exhaustion as he rubbed circulation back into her wrists. He nuzzled his nose against hers before leaning back to look down at her prone body.
“Do you want a bath or to go to sleep?” He asked gently, still rubbing her wrists— the look of concern in his eyes too much to bare.
What kind of psycho are you? She wondered absently as she stared at him. He continued to look at her with that genuine concern that terrified her, hands warm around her sore wrists.
It was too much.
She shook her head and cried, hot thick tears running down her face as sobs wracked her body.
“Hey, hey—” he cooed, gathering her on his lap. He arranged her like a rag doll, legs around his hips and chin on his shoulder as he brushed down her knotted hair and sweat slicked back. Skin to skin, he pressed her into him, hugging her tight as she sobbed. “I know it’s a lot. I know, baby. I’m here— I’m here.”
As if that should comfort her.
“Why?” She croaked out.
He gently gripped the back of her neck and pulled her back, looking into her eyes with that gentle kindness she was so fooled by.
She wouldn’t be fooled again.
“You’ll learn, why. It was always going to be this way,” he spoke with such surety. As if he’d woven the strings of fate himself. She felt them wrapping around her limbs, her throat— her very being.
A thought entered her mind and she couldn’t get it out.
This would not be an easy man to get away from.
“I— I wanna go home,” she hiccuped. He nodded like he understood but didn’t answer. Frustrated, she yelled and pulled at his grip. “I want to to go home!”
Hal sighed, his grip solid. Gently, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re worked up, sweetheart. Let’s go to bed then we can talk in the morning, hm?”
She shook her head but he was already pulling her down into the bed, he twisted her under him.
“Get off me!” Galadriel screamed, trying to buck her hips into his to throw him off— but he was too large. He just laughed like she was joking and snagged her wrists again, locking them back in the cuffs.
Hal maneuvered her easily under the covers before turning off the light and sliding into the bed on the other side of her.
“Please— please just let me go,” she begged as he shushed her.
He brushed her hair back from her face, eyes too tender after everything he just did. “Sweet girl, you asked me to take care of you, let me.”
She shook her head but he turned her so her back was to his front.
“I have an early morning, baby. Go to sleep,” he ordered gently, kissing her shaking cheek as he wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her flush against him.
Galadriel wished she could say she didn’t allow his hold to comfort her, to drag her into an abyss.
But her eyes closed and she thanked the call of darkness for once.
***
Morning light shone over the glittering Hudson. The windows were bare of curtiasn, allowing the light to bleed through her closed eyelids in an orange alarm. She blinked awake, groggy and sore.
She looked around the dark grey bedspread and tactfully decorated bedroom, wondering where the fuck she was.
Everything from the night before came rushing back and panic snapped her into full consciousness.
The bed was empty next to her but her wrists were still cuffed over her head.
She tugged at them, realizing they’d become slightly looser in the night. She was able to slip her left hand from the sweat slick interior and undid the right easily.
Galadriel stood quickly, stumbling as her legs caved under her like jello. She caught herself on the side of the bed and took a few deep breathes to reel in her strength.
Bastard, she cursed within. Without hesitating she gathered her clothing and went searching for her bag. She found it in the entry way with her shoes and slipped them on.
She didn’t bother looking for the monster before exiting his penthouse and taking the elevator to the lobby.
The front desk was unattended as she rushed outside to the sidewalk. For some reason she was terrified they would call him and he’d chase her through the streets. That’s what kidnappers do, anyways.
She checked her phone and there was a text from Fin telling her he was running late. That he couldn’t get her before the meeting. That she needed to take a cab.
Looking at the time, she was relieved at least to see it was still 8am. The meeting with Mordor Inc wasn’t until 9:30am. She hailed a cab and got home just in time to change and try and make her hair presentable.
She shoved down any memory of the night into the recesses of her mind, she would have to deal with it later.
If she was ever able to deal with it.
***
Back in her own space, she took a deep breath.
The familiar scent of jasmine almost brought tears to her eyes from the comfort.
But she didn’t have time to break down and cry.
Shucking the soiled clothes off her body, she applied deodorant and bushed her teeth, scrubbing until her gums bled to try and get the stale taste of him out of her mouth.
She slipped on the first clean work clothes in her closet and battled her hair up into a French twist that looked semi presentable.
The clock read 9:00am.
She grabbed her keys and her purse and ran out the door.
***
Another cab and a shaky makeup job in the backseat found her at their building in Flatiron, right on 34th between Broadway and 6th Ave.
9:20am flashed on her phone. Just on time.
She stepped out onto the sidewalk, taking comfort in the familiar clack of her Milanos on the pavement before she entered their building.
It took everything to keep her hand from shaking as she tapped her card to let her through the barrier.
The elevator was empty as she stepped inside.
It felt too familiar, even with the shitty music playing on ultra low in the background.
She looked in the mirror and cursed at how shit she looked, dark circles peaking through concealer. She’d opted for a turtleneck to cover the marks on her neck and chest. Some of them still smarted. She couldn’t remember when he made them each, her panic and fuzzy state leaving her with some gaps. All she knew was that her cunt still ached like a bitch and she needed an energy bar pronto for her weak legs. A slight tremble was noticeable in her hands that she urged to stop.
She hadn’t showered on purpose and after the meeting she would go to the hospital to report Hal’s ass.
If that was even his real name.
She just had to get through the meeting.
The doors to the 14th floor opened and she walked briskly to the back of the floor where her and Fin’s private offices were.
The man she’d met once named Adar was standing in front of Fin’s office. The rest of the bullpen was empty. A chill shot down her spine as he assessed her.
“The Boss is inside with your brother, Ms. Noldor,” he said, a sarcastic lilt to his voice.
“Thank you, “ she answered, cursing how her voice shook slightly.
He watched her carefully with his hands clasped before him as she passed by and opened the door to her brother’s office like she’d done a million times before.
Inside Fin sat on one of the cream leather couches with his back to her and a man stood facing the windows that looked south with a fantastic view of the Financial District and the rest of Manhattan.
Her breathe caught in her throat as she noticed his hair— different, slicked straight back in smooth waves— but the same dark ruddy color as— no, no—
“No—” She gasped aloud.
The man at the window turned and she stumbled back into the thick wooden door.
Hal smirked at her and dipped his chin in greeting.
No— not Hal.
“I was wondering if you would join us, Ms. Noldor.” His voice had her almost turning to reach for the handle and flee. Run as far and as fast as she could just to never have to see those tender, asinine, hazel eyes again.
Finrod finally turned around and she shrieked. His face was bloody, eye swollen. Galadriel rushed to him, kneeling down in front of his hunched figure on the couch. He pulled away before she could touch him, not meeting her eye.
“What happened?” She demanded, turning to glare at Hal— Sauron.
Hal was Sauron.
She really was so fucking stupid.
Sauron smiled, that same indulgent tilt of his lips that made her hunch her shoulders and curse it’s effect on her.
“Your brother attempted to flee. We intercepted him getting on a private jet to the Cayman Islands. As if we couldn’t reach him there.” The truth wracked through her like a punch to the gut, she tried to catch Fin’s eye but he stared at his knees. “He would have left you to deal with this mess alone, including the million he tried to take with him that you would have been liable for.”
The weight of his accusation burned inside her as she tried to search her brother’s face for any indication he was lying.
“Fin…” she whispered. “Is this true?”
It only was a moment of hesitation before he nodded. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her heart shattered.
“I was going to send for you when I found a place to settle—” her brother finally spoke, voice barely above a raspy whisper.
Sauron scoffed. “Don’t lie now, Finrod.”
“Shut up—” she snapped at him. “You have no idea—”
“He betrayed his deal. He betrayed you. He I don’t take well to betrayals.” He strode over to them, standing above her and fixing his cuff. She was accosted with his clean, earthy cologne and like a spooked dear she reeled back.
“Is that so?” She replied, tone sharp with hurt that she couldn’t contain. The hypocrisy of the man made her want to take Fin’s lucky letter opener and jam it in his neck.
“Is that so hard to believe?” He asked in earnest, too fluid in his deception.
How she was fooled by the gentle, boyish charm of Hal was beyond her. Galadriel stood and turned her chin up at him. Even at her full height in heels, he towered over her.
“You’ll pay for this,” she warned.
He nodded, lips trying not to smirk.
“I’m sure I will.” He was clearly sure he wouldn’t.
Galadriel slapped him hard, watching his cheek redden from her palm as his face snapped to the side.
He grinned out right— something feral that he hid quickly— and cracked his neck to the side as he worked his jaw.
“Always full of surprises, darling.”
“Fuck you,” she spat at him, raising her hand to slap him again. “Liar.”
He caught her wrist in a bruising grip.
“Gal—” Fin tried to intercede, but Sauron held up his other hand with a clear order-- silence.
“Adar,” he called and the second in command walked into the office. He gently removed his grip from her wrist, careful around her already smarting marks from the night before. “Remove Mr. Noldor, I’ll deal with him later.”
Galadriel reached for her defeated brother in a panic. “No!”
Sauron’s arm banded around her waist, yanking her back into his body as Adar dragged Finrod up by his arm roughly. She watched, helpless, as her brother would not meet her eye before being taken from the room.
A sinking feeling in her gut told her she might never see him again. “Please— no—”
“Shh… shh.” He pressed his lips against her ear. “I had a feeling you’d somehow show up here. I wanted to deal with you at home, but I guess you had to complicate things, baby girl.”
“Do not call me that!” She screeched, clawing at his hold until he laughed. Her nail broke skin, blood beading on his tan hand as if he were a man and not a monster. His chin hooked over her shoulder and he looked down at the blood staining his pristine white cuff.
She felt him tense behind her.
“No blood, hm?” He teased and she reared her head back into his chin, which forced him to let her go. She scrambled to the other side of the sofa. Sauron snarled as he touched his bruising chin, the back of her head smarted, a nasty bruise of her own forming.
“You don’t take well to betrayals? And what was last night then, Hal?” She roared, vibrating with rage.
Sauron shook his head with a condescending grin tilting one side of his mouth up. “I may have used another name, but I was myself the entire time.”
“If when you— when you—”
“When I what, princess? When I made you cum over and over again? When I held you and comforted you? When I made you feel seen for the first time in your pathetic life?” He barreled off each claim with a confidence that had her resolute vision of the night faltering. “Or when I offered you the one thing you’ve craved for years, the one thing that makes you feel whole. To be completely owned by someone worthy of taking you.”
He sliced through her inner truths with a terrifying precision.
“Picture the life you could have. Existing as your most honest self without shame or fear of rejection. To be cared for. Never having to worry about hard decisions again—”
“Shut up!”
“Stop acting like a child, Galadriel. It doesn’t suit you, nor do your denials of what you truly want.”
No, no!
“You’re making things up to confuse me— it’s just illusions.” Her voice cracked on the word, confusion and grief for the person she was before him addling her thoughts.
He once again offered that tender smile as he softly murmured. “Not all of it.”
The truth finally sprung from her lips like venom. “I tried to safe word, you motherfucker!” Sauron watched her with that infuriating pity, as if she didn’t know herself. As if she knew nothing.
“Galadriel…”
“No! I did,” she insisted. Remembering the word rising up her throat like bile as he forced pleasure to burn through her again and again.
“You didn’t safe word, though, did you?” He replied, too calm, eyes too steady.
“You didn’t fucking let me!”
“Semantics.” His brash dismissal enraged her even more. “You had plenty of opportunities, sweetheart." He placed a palm to his chest, right where his black heart would be if he had one. "I would have stopped.”
“You fucking gagged me,” she accused. “How was I supposed to make you… make you stop? You planned this, all of this. To humiliate me, to ruin the company. You orchestrated all of this to back us into a corner!”
He smiled, soft as leaves falling in the October wind. "You think too much of me."
"I'm going to go to the cops," she snarled, her heartbeat so loud in her ears she could barely think straight. "I'm going to report you for what you did."
“Did you not enjoy yourself?” He pressed, eyes following her heaving chest for a moment before returning to her face. Bastard. "Did you not seek me out on an app for fucking?"
“Fuck you,” she seethed. “I didn’t— It wasn’t—”
“Sounds like you don’t know what you want to believe, darling. Not a very solid story to bring to authorities. Perhaps I can call my friend Commissioner Pharazôn might have some insight--" he pulled out his phone, eyes still shining with controlled pity. "Shall I call him? See what he has to say about your little claim? A woman down on her luck trying to report one of the most powerful men in the city... how do you think that will turn out for you, baby girl?"
“Stop calling me stupid fucking names!”
He exhaled, watching her with a tenderness that made her cheeks burn.
“You’re confused. This is a highly emotional time for you, I understand how you feel.”
She shook her head, he had no idea.
Even if he somehow sounded sincere.
No, no! He wasn't sincere. He was fucking evil.
The letter opener seemed like a damn good idea even if she went to jail for murder.
She lunged for it, the small dagger like tool on a stand at the edge of Finrod’s desk. She was going to kill him. That would shut him up, make him stop looking at her like an animal to tame, like he wanted—
Sauron snagged her by the arm before she took three steps, yanking her back towards him with a brute force that made her teeth clack.
“Enough—” he snapped, tossing her down on the sofa with ease.
She immediately went to get up, but he crowded her down, with a hand next to her head and a knee next to her hip, pinning her so easily. His other hand wrapped around her head, thumb hooking under her chin to tilt her head back at an almost painful angle.
Her hands wrapped around his wrist and tugged but she was no match for his strength.
“You think I haven’t been keeping an eye on you for years?" He breathed, mint and the slight scent of coffee washed over her face as he took up her entire field of vision. "Ever since your idiotic brother struck that deal with me?” He revealed, eyes feigning concern. She shook her head. Years? Fin told her the deal had been struck six months ago. Sauron tsked at her, baring his teeth meanly like he knew her very thoughts. “Oh yes, sweetheart. Years. I’ve had my eye on you, watched you get steamrolled by the Board. The only talented person at this fucking company and they treated you like a little girl. Do you know how fucking mad it made me to watch you waste away at this dying place? Not anymore.”
“Get off me!” She screamed, nails scraping down his skin again. He ignored her.
He shook her head in response with a snap of his wrist— jarring her. “No, darling girl. I won’t. I won’t let you go to waste anymore. Even if I have to break you first. You will live up to your potential. At my side.”
Galadriel heaved, not understanding.
“I don’t care if it takes months, or years, you will accept your place and when you do I will make you a fucking Queen.” He crashed his lips into hers, kissing her with the unfettered passion of a man who took what he wanted with no thought to the consequences. She gasped into his mouth as he adjusted his grip to her throat.
“What about what I want?” She whispered, unable to keep the acid from her voice against his lips.
Sauron stilled, leaning back with that annoying contemplative look on his face.
“I’m dissolving this company and every asset attached to your family name, baby. You’ll have nothing. Not even your cute little apartment you love so much. I wouldn’t do that to you-- leave you to fend for yourself.” He thumbed at her skin, as he offered her smile full of pity. “A thing like you isn’t meant to fend for herself— you need me.”
“I don’t fucking need you!” She argued, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Get off me!”
He stepped back, giving her space as she heaved in the stale office air— almost shocked he’d listened.
Sauron considered her, brushing his suit until it laid smooth against his body once again.
“Okay, Galadriel—” he said her name so easily, mockingly “— what will you do with nothing? A girl like you who was raised in the lap of luxury? A wild thing who craves to be dominated just so she can feel out of control in a way that rewards her instead of tearing her pride up from the inside?”
His ability to read her scared the ever-loving shit out of her. She stared back at him wide eyes.
Sauron stepped towards her again and when she didn’t flinch, he brushed a knuckle against her cheek.
“I see you,” he said simply— willing her to believe him.
“You see me…” she challenged. The anger from before coming back tenfold. “You see me?!”
“I do.” His calm demeanor made her feel like a child having a tantrum. “I see each part of you, Galadriel. Even the parts you’re ashamed of. I will teach you to revel in them.”
He held out his hand, as if knowing she’d take it.
She blinked at the same hand that wrought pleasure from her body with such painful efficacy. The shining ring of gold on his finger a new addition, the inscription a language she couldn’t read.
“Do I have a choice?” She asked, looking back up at his hazel eyes that somehow are darker, colder— the ruthless business man who would take over her family’s company and dissolve it within days. The man who beat her brother into submission. Who would take her body and soul into his maw and gnaw at her until she bent to his will.
Sauron smirked, flexing his fingers in an urge for her to take them. “Choice is an illusion, Galadriel. Be good and take my hand.”
She glanced a the door, a deep pit of despair opening in her chest.
“My brother?” She pressed, looking back at him.
“Will be fine,” he promised with a sincere nod of his head. “For now.”
The threat hung heavy between them.
She took his hand.
Sauron pulled her up and into his side as he led them out of the office— perhaps for the last time. She shook in his warm grasp as he took them into the elevator in silence. They descended slowly, and she wondered what the fuck she’d gotten herself trapped in.
Once outside, the same BMW from the night before pulled up and he ushered her into the car.
She flexed her hands on her knees as he slid in next to her before knocking on the window to let the driver know it was time to go.
His big hand closed over her anxious fingers, holding her still as they drove the 20 minutes to his penthouse.
She bit her tongue until she tasted blood.
The metallic tang comforted her, brought her back to focus.
She was with Sauron. The man responsible for her entire life falling apart. She’d walked willingly into his home, into his arms, and he turned it on her.
How could you be so stupid? She asked herself, a tear escaping from her eye as she stared ahead.
He noticed, because of course he did. His thumb caught the tear and he licked it up.
“No more tears, sunshine. Not unless they’re from the pleasure I give you, okay?” Sauron, tilted her head towards him and she said nothing. He simply leaned in and kissed her nose before releasing her.
The tenderness twisted a need inside her, terrifying and hungry. Full of want and exhaustion. For years, years, she’d been trying to keep them afloat. She was bone tired and lonely.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be taken care of? A little voice inside her asked.
When they arrived he unbuckled her and tugged her out behind him.
Bronwyn smiled at her— though it seemed forced. She was tempted to beg for help but before she could utter the words, he led her into the private elevator. The doors shut quickly.
It was done.
“You knew it was me last night,” she commented. She didn’t frame it as a question, it wasn’t a question.
Sauron looked down at her and nodded. He sighed and squeezed her side, herding her into him.
“I had a man of mine hack Feeld’s system and found your profile. I knew you used the app but rarely met up with anyone which I will confess is my doing. After your last escapade I put a stop to them permanently. And a stop to him.” His words sent dread down her spine but she tried not to think about it. The way he spoke so causally about manipulating her life— hurting someone just for a hookup.
“Is… is he alive?” She asked, afraid to look at him.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to, sweetheart.”
She nodded, gritting her teeth to keep the tears at bay.
The doors opened and he led her inside, locking the double doors behind them. Her heart rate picked up being back in his penthouse but he barely gave her a moment to think before he was gathering her into his arms and pressing a bruising kiss to her lips.
She whined into him, unable to help the tiredness settling into her bones. The surrender pressing on her soul.
It would be so easy.
“Baby girl… I am so happy you’re mine. I’m not a man with a talent for waiting.” He kissed her again and she let him, unsure what else to do. He tasted good, stirring familiar feelings in her belly at the memory of the pleasure he tore from her body the night before.
Still Galadriel pulled back, looking into his hooded, hungry eyes. A wolf waiting to swallow her whole.
“What happens now?”
Instead of an answer, he dragged her to another room. An office that overlooked the north skyline of Manhattan. The rich woods and black leather from the living room extended to the office, including a strange looking coffee table around a couch and two arm chairs.
He left her standing awkwardly at the top of the room as he went to his massive oak desk and opened a drawer to pull out a velvet box.
“Come here, sunshine,” Sauron ordered not looking over at her. Expecting her obedience.
She looked behind her, knowing she was well and truly trapped.
Her feet carried her to him in a haze, stopping right in front of his massive frame so she had to look up to meet his eye head on.
“I got you a present.” He opened the velvet box on the desk to reveal a gold circlet necklace. It was delicate, shimmering in the midday sun. “A pretty necklace for my pretty girl, isn’t that right?”
She shivered as he traced the side of her neck, even covered with a turtleneck.
“The this off,” he ordered as he tugged at her shirt.
Galadriel looked up at him, begging with her eyes. “Please don’t—”
Sauron cupped her cheek. “Let’s not be difficult, baby. Not yet. Not when you’re too tired for me to be mean, hm?”
She nodded and pulled the tight turtleneck up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor. His hand ran down her side with appreciation as he hummed in delight.
Picking up the gold circlet, he undid the clasp and she watched at it bent just enough to slide it around her neck before snapping back into it’s original shape, hugging her throat just enough to be noticeable.
It hit her what he’s done.
Collared her. Like an animal. Like a thing.
“How precious…” he mused, tracing the cool metal as her skin heated beneath it. A small key appeared in his hand that somehow fit into the clasp at the back as he locked it.
Her hair tumbled down as he pulled at the pins, released from the French twist in a waterfall of silver blonde. He fingered the tresses gently, almost reverently.
“My sweet girl—” he nuzzled into her cheek, fingers pressing into the bites and bruises across her chest. “You can’t even run if you wanted to now…” he chuckled.
She touched the collar, cold realization barely making a dent in her already formed dread. “Tracking?”
He kissed her temple.
“Now, now, don’t go being smart now, sunshine. Not till Daddy says.” He unzipped her pencil shirt down the back and shoved it down her legs before lifting her onto the desk.
Her fingers traced her neck, a finality settling in her veins as she watched Sauron— the most feared businessman in New York, the man that operated on both sides of the law, the untouchable— kneel before her to take her heels off her aching feet.
Warm lips touched her knees as he stood again and lifted her down, she stared at his chest, unsure how to feel anymore.
“I’ll take good care of you, Galadriel,” he kissed her forehead, hugging her close to his chest and swaying back and forth. “I take very good care of my things.”
A twisted part of her believed him.
“Now, Daddy has to get some work done and you’re going to be good.” His voice dropped into that commanding tone he’d used with her the night before and she shivered. “What do we say?”
She closed her eyes— swearing deep inside herself that she would get away from him one day. That he didn’t own her.
Even if she played along.
Even if it felt good.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered into his chest which earned her a hum of approval and a kiss to the crown of her head.
He pressed down on her shoulder until she was on her knees, confused she looked up at him and he smiled, patting her head.
She watched him with trepidation as he walked to the odd coffee table. It had a higher than normal wooden top and iron bars surrounding the frame. Looking closer she saw there were blankets and pillows stored inside.
Dread crept back into her with a fresh zeal as he opened a side and gestured for her to come over.
“Come on, sweetheart. It’ll only be for a few hours,” he assured her. She was anything but assured.
Still, she was stuck, trapped.
She was tired.
Swallowing her pride, Galadriel crawled over to Sauron’s feet and let him run a hand down her back and lightly pat her ass to get her into the cage.
“That’s it, baby. You relax now, okay?” He cooed before closing the gate and locking it. "I'm thinking Buvette for dinner, it's a favorite of yours, isn't it?"
She didn't answer, he knew it was.
All she could do was curl up into a ball and hope that a plan would come to her before she lost everything she ever was. The blankets were soft, her eyes drooped from the anxiety of the day as she settled against the fuzzy surface.
Maybe this isn’t so bad, trickled through her head.
That thought scared her more than anything else.
***
“Atta girl,” Sauron praised from behind his desk as his sweet girl settled in her cage.
It was a long road to owning Galadriel Noldor, but a worthwhile one.
When her idiot brother came to his office to ask for a partnership, he’d almost thrown the man out on his ass until he mentioned the brains of his operation— a sister. He’d sent the welp away and done his research. Her vicious business mind appealed to him, as did her risky nature.
She had the right instincts, but needed guidance.
Then he’d discover her internet actives after hacking her home laptop— her specific kinks and fetishes that aligned so perfectly with his own.
Combined with her abrasive personality and intense beauty—
He was done for.
It took almost a two years to wreck Noldor & Sons beyond recognition. To force Finrod’s hand in relinquishing all of his and Galadriel’s assets after slowly convincing the man to sign away everything they owned over the years.
The moment he discovered her app usage, the one she only went to when truly desperate, he put a stop to it. Instead he preferred to watch her in the eclectic little apartment she loved so much— because of course he put cameras in each room to keep an eye on his sunshine— as she struggled through self pleasure that was never quite enough.
Soon, soon, soon-- he would chant to himself with cock in hand.
Then the night before he was going to ruin their lives, he set the final step of his plan in motion. He was prepared to storm into that apartment and drag her out like the little captive she was bound to be. But his perfect girl played right into his open palm. All he had to do was watch her deliver herself to her new home like a doe with wide, trusting eyes.
He almost felt bad at how easy it was to deceive her with the illusion of Hal.
Almost.
It would be a few months of pleasure, of pain, of punishment and reward. Of breaking apart each facet of her until he held dominion over every part of her. Only then would he bring her back into the world, into his business. He’d cultivate her ruthlessness and fiery disposition until she was more feared in the boardroom than himself.
His brilliant and dark Queen.
His Galadriel.