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"Now?" I asked, rewarded with Khell'ar's huff.
"That round ass of yours too," Khell'ar said, his whisper more like a growl with the depth of his voice. He slipped one hand down from my hair to my chest, tweaking my nipples. "These breasts. Every inch of you."
I let my hips rise up in the water, my feet propped at the far end, to encourage this line of thought, and Khell'ar's hand traveled south, covering my rounded stomach with an impressive span of his hand that made me look quite a bit smaller, before reaching my pelvis and pushing me back down in the water with another rumble.
"You are tempting, but I am in control," he reminded me, returning to the task of washing me. "Now lean forward."
I obeyed, tucking my grin between my knees, and groaned as Khell'ar ran those wonderful claws teasingly down my spine.
CHAPTER 7
Khell'ar
"I just don't see the point, I have hands and—" Sunny's eyes narrowed as I stuffed another bite of chicken between her lips, leaving my index finger in her mouth until she relented and relaxed again in my arms.
"I will tie them if it makes more sense to you, but your arms need rest," I answered her.
We were seated at the dining room table, and while I'd planned on dressing Sunny in a warm wrap dress for our meal, I found myself too reluctant to cover her. I'd rubbed her skin soft with lotions after the bath, taken care to touch every inch, all the little places I'd missed during fucking her. Of all the things she should've protested, it was being left nude on my lap while we ate. Perhaps she expected me to keep her naked for all five of our days together.
Perhaps I will, I thought, bringing her a sip of sparkling cider from my glass next. I kept one hand gripped possessively high on her thigh, close enough to her sex to sense its warmth on the backs of my fingers.
Feed her. Put her in bed. Give her another hour's sleep at least. I was reminding myself of the schedule I'd planned over and over again, but then Sunny would nestle her ass on my lap, making herself comfortable, or huff in annoyance, generous breasts reminding me of their presence, and the impulse to push her down onto the table and watch her ass bounce as I saw to my own pleasure would rise again. She would enjoy herself of course, it was to her taste. It was not what I had planned.
Sunny might ask the agency for an orc unleashed, a beast of a sex partner, might want a scene where I hunted her and acted out of control, but it couldn't be real. We were professionals, for all the promise of 'monsters'—an antiquated human term for those of us not of their race, a term chased out when the humans realized they were outnumbered and we were better met as friends, or at the very least neighbors.
"Did you cook this food?" Sunny asked, reminding me to feed her another bite, this time roasted squash.
"The agency provided this meal for us," I said. "I will cook for you another day."
"Are you a good cook?"
"You will have to tell me."
Her lips quirked and she twisted toward me, pushing my hand away as I tried to feed her another bite. With a glance at the plate, I decided not to chastise her for the swat—she'd eaten more than I'd expected and was likely truly full.
"You're different than I expected," she said, head tipping and that warm stare studying me.
I arched an eyebrow in answer, helping myself to the remainder of the food. The agency cooks could do with better seasonings, I thought.
"I suppose it makes sense that we're not…that you don't just have me in chains the whole time," she said, cheeks pinked.
I could collar her, if it was what she wanted. Put a leash on her throat and shackle her ankles and treat her as my toy for the whole five days, but it was such a narrow scope of the realm of sex she'd come to me for and barely touched the tip of the pile of things I wanted to do to her.
That thought struck me hard, and I stiffened. I wanted this woman. I wanted to go off script, make my own plans for her that served my own interests. She was a bit more mouthy than I was used to for a woman so eager to submit. Not a brat who wanted a fight with her master, and not a woman looking to cast me as a lusty abuser. She was a woman who craved release, physical and mental, to be taken beyond the brink of her own control and brought to immense pleasure.
Orc bait. Perhaps Astraeya was right and I did need to be careful. Mating came on by instinct and genetics and emotions for orcs, and was a permanent shift. An orc mating a human was rare, but not unheard of. I'd thought myself incapable of mating a client because work was work for me, even when it was sex. I was performing, meeting a checklist on someone else's behalf.
But Sunny…
Small fingertips cupped my jaw, and my eyes slid to hers.
Sunny was luring me towards uncharted territory in my work, her own desires so similar to mine that I was considering our time together for my own benefit. How much pleasure would it take for me to mate the delicious human? How many little conversations and surprised moments of humor?
Sunny was work. She'd come to be fucked within an inch of her sanity. And a mate would unravel my life, my job at MSA. It was certainly not what she'd paid for and would be a massive violation of the trust she placed in me on behalf of MSA.
"You're more—"
I reached a hand up and wrapped my hand around her wrist, not removing her touch but interrupting the gesture. "If there's anything I should adjust, feel free to ask. This is your time."
