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"You're enjoying this," I grumbled, catching Khell'ar's gaze fixed to my bare ass as I bent and stretched my arms down to my toes.
"Of course," he said with a shrug, lounging on the blue velvet couch as he directed my stretches. He cocked an eyebrow at me as he added, "It's my right. Squeeze."
I pretended my face was flushed hot from being upside down as I clenched my sex, and there was a slip of my orc's release oozing warmly out of me. Khell'ar growled in approval, and his tongue swiped over his lips.
"On your knees."
I'd woken with Khell'ar still wrapped around me—although apparently, he'd slipped out of me at some point in our sleep. He didn't snore, but his heavy breaths had ruffled the hair on top of my head. His arm was heavy over my waist, and one of his legs was stuffed firmly between my own. The thick and dense muscle had been hot against my sex, and I'd helped myself to a bit of grinding before he woke, only to have him encourage me to my own finish with some helpful dirty talk.
And now, even though I had no right to still be horny—I'd never been this sex-crazed in my entire life, but it was as if I was suddenly making up for years of being vanilla—I sank to my knees, planting my hands in front of me and arching my back to offer myself to Khell in this position.
He only chuckled. "Spread your knees and sit back on your heels. Bend forward with your arms stretched in front of you."
Oh. Child's pose, yoga. I stretched into position and sighed as my back stretched, spine elongating.
Khell'ar coached me through more poses—cat-cow, baby cobra, downward-facing dog.
"Am I stretching in preparation to be hunted?" I asked as Khell rose from the couch to adjust my hips back, his hands petting over my ass and one finger pumping briefly in my pussy.
"Don't spoil your own surprises, petal."
We'd had a slow morning after I'd gotten myself off on his thigh. Khell had let me help make breakfast, although I'd still sat on his lap as we both ate. Then he'd pushed the dishes aside, bent me over the table, and fucked me to his own finish—not mine, though, and I was still a bit wound up from the tease.
"You're the one who mentioned the idea," I said with a huff, yelping as a large hand came down in a playful slap on my ass.
"You were meant to be sleeping." Khell pulled me upright, raising my hands up over my head and encouraging me to stretch high as I narrowed my eyes up at his.
"Did you really expect me to sleep through a fuck like that?"
His grin flashed. It was rare, and he usually hid it away just as quickly as it appeared, but I loved the sight of it, transforming his ferocious face with charm and humor. "You should've been very tired."
"Did you want me to sleep through it?"
His eyes grew warm, and his head ducked to mine, his dark braid swinging over his shoulder. "And miss your pretty whines and 'Oh god, Khell'?" he said in a poor imitation of my voice. I blushed, and he growled. "No. I like you awake as you come and call my name. But I don't mind you holding still and taking it like a good girl."
I choked on air, and Khell stepped away. No, the bastard sauntered, giant and bulky as he was.
"Maybe not as much as I like you thrashing on my cock, trying to fuck me with that sweet cunt of yours every bit as hard as I fuck you."
Would I come just from the filth Khell'ar spewed from those absurdly thick lips of his? It was becoming a close call.
"Digging your nails into the table, tearing the sheets. It's a good thing MSA has a damages policy—"
"Stop," I squeezed out, my hands flapping in front of my face as if they could cool the fever this orc was stoking in my cheeks.
Khell'ar just laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist, hauling me up from the floor so we were at eye level, even as I tried to avoid his stare.
"The sheets… Was that really me?" I asked, staring at a blank spot on the wall over his shoulder. It needed a piece of artwork, and I could almost imagine it, something that looked serene at first glance but was explicit the longer you stared.
"I wouldn't let you tear my hair out as I tongue-fucked your sweet pussy. You took your frustration out on the sheets," Khell said, voice low.
I reached up and tied my fingers into his braid now, finally finding the strength to meet his stare. "I suppose they are a better casualty," I said, tugging slightly on his hair. I had a sudden urge to make Khell my pet. To have him be the one crawling on his knees for me, subjecting himself to erotic poses for my gaze. But I couldn't imagine being the master and not having him fuck me exactly as he'd already been doing.
"What is making my petal smile like that?" Khell'ar asked, head tipping to the side.
"I was trying to imagine pinning you down and…" I laughed and shook my head. "I don't know what."
I expected him to laugh at the idea too, but his expression was thoughtful. "You could clamp me, keep me from coming. Take my ass with a toy. Leash me and ride me. Orcs heal well, and my ass would bounce nicely for a cane." He paused as my mouth dropped open, eyes growing wide. "Too much?"
