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Fingers dove into my tangled hair, yanking gently and forcing my head up. I whined, and then my jaw dropped at the sight on the table. Plate upon plate of food, scrambled eggs steaming in front of me with generous sides of bacon and toast plated on either side. Now that I was staring at it all, the sight and scents made my mouth water.
Before, you were too busy drooling over the hunky orc, I hissed at myself.
Khell'ar's hands were full—with my hair and my breast—and he made no move to feed me again. There was cutlery laid out, and I reached for the fork automatically before pausing and glancing back at my orc.
"I ate while you slept."
"You let me sleep for more than two minutes?" I asked, turning back to the food and digging in with the fork in one hand and bacon in the other.
"I let you sleep for more than three hours…overall," he said.
I frowned at that. Three was…not much. Then again, now that I had coffee and food in front of me, I wasn't sure I would've traded any of the hours I hadn't been sleeping.
"Eat up, petal. You'll need your strength today."
Warned, intrigued, and a little nervous, I dove into my breakfast, shoulders squaring to face the day and Khell'ar's plans for me.
His hand encompassed mine completely as he led me down the steps back into the basement. I was dressed for the first time since he'd ordered me to take my clothes off the day before, but it was in a thin and silky peach shift that was only held together by three buttons down my stomach and had slits in the long skirt running up both thighs.
Khell'ar stopped us at the bottom of the stairs and near the full mirror of the wall, pulling me in front of him.
God, he was huge. I was not a small woman in any way, but I appeared so in front of him, his shoulders and head rising behind me, around me. Even his hips were a little broader than mine, a fact my inner thighs remembered vividly.
"Look at yourself, petal," he said.
I preferred looking at him, but I obeyed, meeting my own gaze in the mirror. Khell'ar draped an arm over my shoulder and then flicked the long and low collar of the shift aside to reveal one of my breasts, his fingers scooping beneath the weight to heft and roll my flesh in his grip.
"Lush woman," he praised, and my reflection turned pink at the words. "Breasts meant for my hands."
I let out a rough breath and relaxed against his chest, pushing my own into his palm. "Yes."
He left the collar pushed aside and moved his hand to the other side, this time sliding under the fabric, the silk shining and shifting like pink waves as he pinched my nipple just firmly enough to remind me how much he'd enjoyed playing with me the night before.
"You're going to be my prize today," he said. "I won you in battle to do with as I please."
I bit my lips to hide my smile and nodded obediently, as if I hadn't written this into a little form on a tablet myself, wishing and hoping whoever my partner was would be interested in playing this scene out with me.
"You may touch me however you like. You can fight or you can beg. But, petal," he growled, drawing my eyes up to his in the mirror, making me shiver at the flash of color in the dark basement. "You won't touch yourself. Your body is mine."
Logically, I couldn't imagine finding a moment with Khell'ar where I needed to touch myself. He seemed to grow new pairs of hands while he fucked me, his touch everywhere at once. But the order left me squirming and curious about his plans, and I nodded more eagerly.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
I hesitated. I'd called him master yesterday, but yesterday he had felt more like a stranger, almost faceless. I twisted to look up at him rather than our reflection.
"Can I call you something else today?" I asked.
His eyes narrowed and his lips flattened, and I was certain he was about to refuse and remind me of our roles. Then he let out a huff and nodded, pulling his hand from under my shift to grip my jaw.
"It's not that I mind calling you master. I just—" I was cut off as his head dipped, mouth finding mine in an unexpected and firm kiss. I swayed into him, breathing the heat of him into my lungs, wanting to climb up into his arms to be held against his chest again.
"You may call me what you like, petal," Khell'ar growled. "Now show me your pussy."
I bit off my squeak of surprise, stumbling back a step before Khell'ar's hands whipped me around to face the mirror again, pulling me to his chest and flicking aside one strip of the shift's skirt. I shuffled my legs apart, and Khell'ar growled. There wasn't much of a view in the mirror, not with us both standing, and he glared at me through the glass until I raised one leg and turned it wide, arching my hips forward.
My sex was pink and dark and slightly puffy from all the sex we'd had in the past day—a genuinely insane amount. But Khell'ar's cum was still doing the trick. I wasn't uncomfortably sore. He'd been rough with me in the night, and it'd only felt powerful and thorough, not punishing or painful.
