Imagine from imaginexhobbit; Imagine Thorin insisting you say 'king' before their name and you snorting, "well I didn't vote for you."

I am sorry in advance my king.

This is the second version of the story by the way. The first was more... like I think the person meant this imagine to turn out. You are warned.

Triggers for sex and a dominant man. In my mind this was just a dominant and his submissive but others may see it as a gender stereotyping or abusive. It was not meant that way when I wrote this.

Also a warning for an anti-climax.

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"That is what we came up with, my king. If we give the elven king his prized jewels we may have a trade treaty with the elves. We can see that benefitting us in the long run." The elder merchant who had spoken sat down. 

Thorin nodded. "That does sound like a good deal. Master Durn, perhaps you could lead the negotations?"

The dwarf nodded in return. A small blush krept up from beneath his beard. "Thank you for your trust, king Thorin. You will not be disappointed."

The king laid his giant hand on your smaller one. Together you sat at the head of the table; two big stone chairs with beautifully handcrafted decorations. It was no question who the king was.

"What do you think my queen? Is there anything you want to discuss in todays meeting?" Thorin looked at you with a hint of a smile. He always asked you at the end of the meeting. Even though you already discussed this topic before the meeting would even begin.

You shook your head. "No Thorin, like always, I think we have talked about everything that required our attention."

The line on his lips laid flat. His eyes darkened a little. 

"What is it, my beloved?" you asked innocently. You knew very well what it was that had your husband up the wall. One simple word that he wanted you to say in front of his name.

That one word that made him feel like he had fought so hard for.

And that made him weak in the knees whenever you said it. 

"Nothing, my treasure" he said. He kept his eyes on you as he leaned his head down to kiss your hand. 

To the others in the room it looked like just another exchange between the king and his wife. To Balin and Dwalin it meant another night that they weren't going to come close to your bedroom. Not even if someone paid them to do it.

Balin cleared his throat. "I think we are done for today. Thank you all for your input and ideas. Our next meeting will be two weeks from now. Then we will discuss the outcomes of todays meeting."

There were murmurs and waves as most dwarves left the meeting room.

When you wanted to get up, you were stopped by your husband' strong hand that held your wrist in a strong yet gentle hold. He slowly shook his head. "Not yet."

That low voice combined with the public area that you knew you were in awoke something in your lower stomache. A hunger that had been nagging you for the entire day. Finally, you would get it from him. 

Dwalin closed the doors behind the two of you. He didn't bother to ask whether you were going to stay or leave.

He also cleared the area just outside the room to prevent potential traumas for the dwarves who would have remained.

Thorin slowly walked over to the door. He pulled on the handle ones. To his satisfaction he found that it was locked. From the outside but that didn't matter. His best friend would know when to open it.

Sharply he turned around. "What did I tell you to call me in public?"

You batted your eyelids before answering. "I do know that you like it when I call you 'my beloved'. But that is hardly a rule" you said. 

His eyes darkened further. "Not that. My title." 

When your husband spoke in smaller sentences you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him to be.

You put your finger against your lower lip. "Let me think for a second." You paced around the room, narrowly avoiding Thorin's hand as he walked after you. "Did you want me to call you... Oh I don't know, maybe Nephew Strangler?"

Thorin growled dangerously low. "Come here" he ordered. Not effectively.

You giggled, once again escaping his reaching hand. "Or was it something along the lines of The Reclaimer of Erebor? That is very fitting on you, you know?"

To your surprise your husband put a foot on the nearest chair and walked up the table. Your mouth opened in shock. Maybe you had pushed him a little too far.

It was almost impossible to escape him now. A smug smile played on his lips as he stalked over to you. With a majestic jump did he lend right in front of you. "Evidentally you have to be reminded of what your husband told you" he spoke darkly.

You swallowed thickly. His voice broke a dam that had unknowingly built up in your stomache. 

He lowered your hands as they reached to touch his beard. "Not until I tell you to." With his finger he pointed at the table. "Lay down with your skirt up."

The order was clear. 

Your skin was tingling as you did as you were told. Equals on all grounds, together you had decided to add something a little different to your bedsport.

Coming from the human world you knew of a few things that you wanted to try out. As you quickly found out, dwarves were taught to make love to their spouses in a certain way. Always the traditional love making.

At some point, however, you started noticing that you wanted him to be more rough with you. Maybe even demand you to do as he told. Within reason of course.

And when Thorin returned home tired one night... well, both of you agreed on the new activities.

Outside of the bedroom you were equals but in bed he was the dominant. And as such he had told you to do some things that would please him.

Not just during your loving making but also outside of your room. 

"You disobeyed me" he said darkly. 

The hairs on your body arose as the chills went through your entire body. Something about his voice was enough to turn you into a blabbering puddle of need.

Thorin let his hands wander over your upper legs. "And you shall be punished."

You softly bit your lower lip. That was all you had wanted to hear all day. "Why is that Thorin?" you asked cheekily. The only reason you disobeyed him was because you knew it turned him on. 

In one swoop he turned you around with his strong arm. His hand landed on your ass with mild force. You inhaled sharply. 

He was silent for a moment. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He held his hand up again. With a little more force did he hit you on your ass. 

"Aaah" this time you moaned out loud. "Thank you, Thorin." You could feel his chest rumble as he leaned over you. His chest pressed against your back.

"You know exactly what I want from you." He pushed his bulge against your opening. "Say it."

You smiled though he couldn't see it. "I have no idea Thorin." You knew that he potentially wouldn't enter you if you kept this up. But you were counting on his own need to fill you to save you both.

His beard scratched against your neck as he whispered in your ear; "You say 'king' before you say my name."

You tried to move back against his growing bulge but he noticed and pulled back just enough to be out of reach. It was a little disappointing to say the least. The fight for control wasn't over yet though. "Well, I didn't vote for you."

You hissed in bliss as he bit your earlobe. 

With his arm he pulled you up, holding you against his muscled chest. "Don't forget who you belong to."

His hand traveled down and as soon as they found their mark his fingers started massaging your wet entrance. "Always ready for me when I need you" he whispered in your ear. "Give me one good reason why I should pleasure you when you are disobedient."

"Thorin" you whined as you felt the loss of his rougher fingers. "Please?" you asked.

The rumble of his chest as he chuckled filled your body with more want. "That is not good enough. Maybe tonight I will bring you pleasure. For now, I will keep you waiting for more."

Thorin put you back down on the ground, pulling your skirts back down to cover you.

He placed a kiss on the back of your head, on your hair. "Tonight we will see whether I deem you worthy to be touched by me. Good luck with your history class this afternoon. Balin says you have been doing good."

With that he left. 

"Are you serious?" you asked confused. Naturally you had disobeyed him before but he had never been able to control his own need.

Thorin stopped at the door, knocked two times to signal Dwalin, and turned his head. "Aye, if you won't do as you're told, you won't get what you want." He smiled sweetly at you. "I will see you tonight, my beloved. On your knees and with your ass high and wet enough for me to enter."

You watched him leave with wide eyes before your face lit up. What he just said was a sweet promise for more you had ever bargained for. You just had to wait until tonight.