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I dove down, releasing her legs to let them twine around my broad frame, and gripped her face in my free hand, still working her clit with my other. Her mouth opened on a cry and then was full of my tongue, my roar of satisfaction, stroking and releasing into her lips as I did the same into her sex. She moaned and suckled my tongue, tying her legs as tight as she could around my back and milking my swollen cock of the last of my seed.
The last of it for the moment, at least. I would have more use of her—need of her—soon. Of that, I had no doubt.
CHAPTER 6
Sunny
I woke on the mattress of the four-poster bed. Light filtered through linen curtains pulled shut, and the first thing I noticed was the padded cuff around my ankle as I tried to roll. It held me in place and my breath hitched, my tender sex giving a surprising clench of pleasure that refreshed my memory of the rather stunning orgasms I'd already had.
And so many.
I turned my face into the pillow beneath my cheek and sucked in a deep breath, grinning against the fabric. I'd done it. I'd…I'd loved it. From the sound of the chains, to the bite of his claws in my flesh, to the growl of his voice as he'd told me how to behave. To the incredible, explosive, toe-curling and muscle-straining pleasure as I'd come on that magical cock.
Secret moments of touching myself to these thoughts, finding guilty release in fantasies and not my actual partner, had not just been something to imagine, to cope with boredom, but real cravings. I'd wasted years—for Harry and for myself—but not a lifetime.
Water rushed nearby and I twisted slowly, searching the room. There was a wide, tall doorway left of the bed, and the orc—Khell'ar—was there, kneeling on a woven bathmat by a deep claw-footed tub. There was a set of leaning shelves on the other side of the tub by the wall, with a couple bouquets of wildflowers, two burning candles, and an impressive array of bath products. The orc chose from the selection confidently, pulling up a pretty cut glass jar, and poured in a generous amount to the tub.
I hadn't been very lucid when he'd brought us up from the basement, and he'd kept my face tucked against his shoulder. I vaguely recalled him placing me on the bed and starting another massage, this one working its way up my weak legs, but I'd been out before the cuff had been fastened around my ankle. It was strangely reassuring there now. I was trapped, unable to leave the cottage or even the bed. Maybe it would've, should've sent me into a panic, but instead, it made the moment simpler.
I had to remain in bed until Khell'ar came and released me. Remaining in bed meant remaining relaxed, idle. I could call for him, or even use the cuff on my wrist to reach MSA, but I was safe and this mattress was perfection, and there was an orc in the next room drawing me a bath. I was a little hungry, with just a bit of a hollow sensation in my core, but that was all.
"Are you sore?" he called, not turning his head.
The sound of his voice, so casual now, missing the growls and the sharp stare, still left me blushing.
I sat up, amused by the tucked in blankets around me and then slightly startled by my own nudity. When I looked back to the bathroom, he had twisted to stare at me.
"I'd thought I would be, but…no, not really." I certainly should've been. Harry'd never been very aggressive in sex, but he'd had passionate moments and I'd been sore after sex with him a few times, especially early in our relationship.
Khell'ar let out a satisfied grunt and nodded, rising from his crouch. His chest was still bared, but he was now wearing a pair of tight black athletic pants that served as a beautiful reminder for the incredible girth and length of cock that had been pounding into me just—
What time was it? I searched the room, but there was no clock in sight and I wasn't sure if I'd had a short nap or slept through the night. I hoped it wasn't the latter. I didn't want my first day to be over already.
Khell'ar reached the bed and plucked the blankets away from my chest, throwing them down the bed and exposing me to his stare. "Spread your legs, pet."
Were we still playing or was this—? I hesitated too long, and his hand grasped my leg closest to him, pulling it to hang over the edge of the bed.
You could tell him to stop, I thought as his eyes fixed to my sex. I pursed my lips flat, and he hummed, gaze hooding with satisfaction.
"I said I wasn't sore."
His eyes weren't as vivid in daylight, and it was easier now to see the way his irises spread brightly out in dark orbs, shades of gold and copper. "You said, not really. Women spend too much time pretending to be comfortable."
The hand that had grabbed my thigh slid up as he held my stare until two fingers were thrusting gently into me, my lips parting and chest rising quickly with harsh breaths. His touch was clinical inside of me, apparently checking for any damage from his roughness earlier, but I was busy watching the subtle shifts of his face. It was so muscular that I thought it must've been capable of more expressive movement, but instead seemed to hide information better. Still, he relaxed slightly and pulled his hand free of me just before I released a whine of need.
I sagged, and this time I fought any begging as he moved around the bed to the cuff that had fastened me to the bottom right poster of the bed.
"We're going to put 'master' and 'pet' away for an hour at least now," he said, releasing me. "But I'm still in charge, so far as you grant me. Do you prefer Sonya, or—"
"Sunny," I said immediately. Almost no one had called me Sonya, no one I was close with at least. Harry had preferred my real name, even after meeting my family, who'd been shocked at the sound, as if my mother had forgotten what she'd named me in the first place. "And you're Khell'ar," I said, trying to catch the almost rhythmic pause in the middle.
He opened his mouth briefly and then shut it again, nodding. "Come, Sunny."
Except he didn't hold a hand out in offering but simply grabbed me by my thighs, dragged me to the foot of the bed, and hauled me up into his arms. He was a wonderful combination of hard with muscle and soft with that velvety skin of his, and my arms felt familiar already around his shoulders, my breasts warm against his hot chest. His pointed ear was at my eye level, and he held me to his hip as if I were a toddler, the pressure of him between my legs just a bit too good.
His left eye traveled to the far corner and he had a predator's periphery vision, perfectly able to see me blushing as I realized that I was already eager to have him inside me again.
"Why aren't I sore?" I asked him. It made no physical sense. He was huge and incredible inside of me. I'd had to stretch myself to take him, and that final width of the dildo had hurt. But now, I felt fine.
