A Dom and His Not So Submissive Sub (16 page)

             
It really didn’t matter that most of her brothers followed behind her, demanding answers to questions she did not want to answer. It was Freyr who proved more forthcoming, even going so far as returning down the stairs with all the men in her family. When Vanessa called him insane, he just smiled enigmatically and said. “What can they honestly to do me?” She then decided that he could fend for himself if that was the way he wanted it. That was not to say that she was off the hook. Instead of the men, she dealt with the women in the family, who in her opinion, were worse than the men. They sent question after question her way.  Where did she meet him? What did he do? Where was he from? How could she be so stupid not to use condoms with a man she didn’t know?

             
The list went on and on, leaving her unable to enjoy her food. It certainly didn’t help that the babies kept kicking her to remind her of nourishment. “Stop it,” she finally said. “I need to feed my babies.” Her mother ended the discussion with a plate, heaping with food. By redirecting everyone’s attention to the fact that it was Thanksgiving, Vanessa was finally able to relax some. Freyr was finally allowed upstairs two hours after he’d gone down. Mrs. Harris helped him decide what he wanted to eat. Vanessa was much too busy on her second helpings to be of any use, not that Freyr minded at all. She did have a good reason to ignore him, and soon, he had good reason to start ignoring everyone, too. He would have to make sure that he complimented the chef for all of her hard work and maybe make sure that they would be able to bring some leftovers home with him. Certainly, he knew that he needed to make sure that Vanessa had the recipes to make some of these good things for him at home.

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Gerd glanced out toward the open street from her hidden position in the doorway of an abandoned building. Things weren’t progressing as fast as she would have liked them. First the bitch had the audacity to take away her ex. Then she dared to move in with him, gracing his bed each night as if she were his wife. If it had been the old days, Gerd would have done away with the ninny at the first opportunity. Having to actually go through different means to get her way was degrading. She shouldn’t have to hire some lowlife to do her dirty work.

             
A goddess of her stature should not have to hide for fear of being caught in her devious plans. Burning Freyr’s favorite little club to the ground wasn’t enough either. He hadn’t been there since meeting his whore. And the trouble she was getting from Loki and that ugly daughter of his gave her a massive migraine more than it hurt Freyr. She needed to do something that would really catch his attention, to let him know she actually meant business. There had to be some way that she could show him where he needed to be. He always thought himself the one in control but it was always her. He did her bidding during their marriage, not her. She was the one who took him in hand and showed him the proper way to dominate a female. It was all her. Energy built underneath her skin. She was so angry she could destroy something. Someone had to pay for the setbacks she kept going through.

             
A homeless man wandered down her alley. Gerd grinned. Here was her chance to have a little fun. She stepped out from the door way. “Looking for a good time,” she said in well-practiced English. The man nodded. She tossed back her long hair and thrust out her breasts.

             
She licked crimson lips. “I bet I can give you something you’ll never forget.” She walked deeper into the darkness of the alley, hips swaying from side to side. Occasionally, she glanced over her shoulder to ensure she still had the homeless man’s attention. Oh yes, she had plans to entertain herself until it was time to meet with her new contact. Her pussy gave a tingle over the thought of what was to come. The echoing screams in the deep alleyway seemed to agree with her.

Chapter 12

Vanessa took off her shoes, wiggling her toes to get some life back into them. She was tired, bone tired. At the end of thirty two weeks into her pregnancy she thought enough was beyond enough. Behind her, Freyr gently closed the door, trying his best not to irritate her further than she was. He helped her into the recliner he bought specially for her and helped her to find the right position so that she relax.

Vanessa sighed. It was embarrassing that she had to sit on that damn donut because she got hemorrhoids, but some comfort just made it worth it.
Behind her closed eyelids she contemplated why she was so angry. They had a scare. She had shooting pain that morning like she’d never felt before and worried she was going into early labor. Luckily it wasn’t labor pains but she was told she must be very careful.

             
She opened her eyes to see that Freyr had lit some of the candles for a soft glow in the room. She smiled tiredly. Without a word, he came to her side, sitting at her feet. He remained silent as he massaged some of the tension out of her. For long moments they simply looked at one another, both lost in the closeness they built in their panic. Vanessa felt wetness on her face and knew she cried. Her hands clutched her stomach protectively.

             
It wasn’t the first time she almost lost the twins. Right before their trip to visit Freyr’s family and the other immortals of Asgard, Vanessa was attacked while shopping with her mother for baby items. She could have died the moment the attacker’s foot connected with her stomach, attacking her children. The emergency room hadn’t thought they’d be able to save the twins, but things worked out okay. Somehow, perhaps because of Idunn’s apples that Freyr had been insisting she eat since learning of Gerd’s arrival in their vicinity, the twins remained healthy. Poor Freyr had been beside himself with anger. He’d almost destroyed the hospital when he found out. From that moment on, he refused to leave her side for long.

             
Vanessa had given up her business completely after it was suggested she go on bed rest for a few weeks. She had no energy anyway to solve problems for people who couldn’t stop putting themselves in situations they needed to be saved from. She came to when she felt Freyr’s cheek pressed against her stomach.  “I will allow nothing more to happen to you,” he said, voice thick with emotions.

             
“There was nothing you could do about this. At least it turned out to be nothing serious.”  She chuckled slightly.

             
Vanessa ran her hands through Freyr’s long hair. He looked so good on his knees before her. She wanted him so much, but couldn’t scrounge up the energy to make it happen. The doctor’s plan was to try to get her as close to thirty seven weeks as possible. Which really meant she had no choice but to deny her body and her man what they both really wanted. It sucked, but they both agreed the health of the twins outweighed what the parents wanted. She pouted. He really did look good giving her those eyes. She imagined him without the clothing, his cock so hard and needing some sort of satisfaction. His eyes darkened.  It really was a shame she had no energy to do anything about his arousal, but…

             
She returned her eyes to Freyr, an idea of helping him find satisfaction coming to mind.  “Get undressed,” she told him.

             
Freyr frowned slightly. She smiled wickedly, hoping it enticed him to do as she said. He undressed quickly, hard cock standing at attention. The purpled head gleamed in the low light.  He stood quietly, one hand holding the base of his penis tightly. “Now,” she told him, “show me how you like to be touched.” 

             
He squeezed, groaning as pre come dribbled from the tip. Vanessa watched as Freyr began to pleasure himself. She leaned back in the seat, getting her body more comfortable. She’d always wanted him to be able to show her how he pleased himself. There just had never been a chance before now. Despite her exhaustion, Vanessa felt her lower lips soften as she moistened. Watching Freyr was much better than watching a porn video. He was hot. His pale skin flushed a rosy hue. His pupils dilated as his eyes glazed over. Full lips parted in a constant pant. His hand worked diligently, skimming up his length, squeezing until the color deepened. Even tired as she was, and feeling at her lowest he wanted her. He felt his cock swell further in his hand. It had been so long since he’d been able to take her.

             
He groaned. “I wish I could be inside you,” he muttered in between kisses along her pregnant body. “I’d spread your thighs over the arms of this chair and I’d feast on you. You’d writhe for me, come for me over and over until you couldn’t think clearly.”

             
He could smell her arousal and it drove him mad with desire for her. He slid the palm up, circling the head, collecting the pre cum to use as lubrication. His spine tingled as he pumped slowly, making sure Vanessa had a view of every movement he made. He thought of her, thighs parted, letting him glimpse her wet folds. He imagined sinking inside her tight depths, feeling her grip him tightly as he pumped in and out of her. Then he thought of her on her knees before him, her beautiful full lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him in deeply.

             
That tingle in his spine increased greatly. He seized up, streams of white bursting from his tip. He bent over Vanessa, pulling her into a deep thorough kiss. Her tongue swirled around his, tickling the roof of his mouth. When he pulled away she pulled him back.

             
“Now we can go to bed,” she said. Freyr had no trouble carrying her. He undressed her, got her under the covers, and then graciously became her human pregnancy pillow. It didn’t even matter that the twins kept kicking him in the lower back the whole night. It simply meant that the little ones were still here.

Fiolnir sat at
the O’hare airport baggage claim area, wondering why he had come to this strange place called America. He couldn’t speak English other than a few stilted phrases, as he had never before had intentions of leaving Asgard. But his father needed him with Vanessa’s pregnancy so close to the end.

             
He flipped a stray strawberry blonde lock over his shoulder. The people were rude to him, nearly screaming because he had no clue what it was they said. He was at his wits end, more than ready to rip out the tongue of the next person who came his way. His cell rang. Fiolnir looked at the caller ID, seeing that it was his father. He sighed with relief, glad this nightmare of being around strangers was nearing its end. “Fađir.” Freyr gave his son explicit instructions to the passenger pick up area. Fiolnir was glad to be away from the crazy Americans and their very strange ways.

             
Freyr knew his son’s frustrations. When he first moved, it was very difficult to get over all the new changes. He drove back into the city, stopping at a restaurant as he neared home. Since Vanessa was unable to leave the house, Freyr had been inviting people over to keep her company during the day. So far, Gersimi was keeping her from depression by going over the last minute decorating of the nursery. Freyja had even taken residence in his home to help prepare for the birthing. None of the immortals had been exactly pleased with Vanessa’s choice of having the baby in the hospital. Freyr had only agreed with her suggestion after the attack from Gerd, who was MIA for the moment.

             
“You have not spoken to your mother?” Freyr asked.

             
Fiolnir responded in the negative. The bitch could rot in Hel for all that he cared. It wasn’t that he loved his father more. It was a simple act of honor. His mother humiliated his father by infidelity. Then she dared to attack someone her father cared for deeply. Perhaps her worst crime was to make an attempt on the lives of his siblings, possible little warriors. It was completely unacceptable.

             
He turned his eyes to the tall skyscrapers. “Are you happy here in this place?” Fiolnir finally asked.

             
Freyr shrugged. Whether he was or not did not matter. Vanessa loved the city of her birth but she hadn’t stopped eating Idunn’s apples so her aging had already slowed greatly. A tiny smile touched Freyr’s lips. “The twins will be raised in Asgard.” Vanessa promised they would move as soon as the twins were old enough. Her family would then be flown to Sweden for the wedding. That she had accepted after an incredible bout of lovemaking didn’t matter much to him. She agreed so it would happen.

             
Father and son pulled into the parking space. In the penthouse, Gersimi and her sister argued while Freyja and Vanessa obviously ignored them in favor of sitting together drinking a nice cup of tea. Samples of wallpaper littered the floor and his coffee table. Fabrics were draped over Vanessa’s recliner. Crumbled drawings could not fit into the wastebasket that was removed from the kitchen.

             
Freyr frowned at the mess. Fiolnir sat down his bags, adding his own frown to his father’s. The girls all turned to stare at the two men. Vanessa sat her mug on top of her stomach as she lay propped up on the couch. Freyja reached over to retrieve the cup before a drop was spilled.

             
“Gersimi doesn’t like the baby ducky wallpaper,” Vanessa said pointing at the two sisters. “I thought it best to let them figure it out.” She then waved at Fiolnir with a bright smile.  He waved back, surprising everyone.