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"Naughty pet," I warned, cupping her shoulder and pushing her back, letting my gaze glow down at her upturned face. "Hold still for your master."
She sighed as if relieved and nodded gently. Delightful. Untrained, but it would be so easy with her if she behaved so well all the time. I fastened her other wrist in another cuff, sliding it down so that the one MSA had given her was still available.
"You'll be able to reach that," I said, drawing her wrists together over her head, guiding her fingers to the smart watch. "And you can use your safe word."
She only held her breath and stared back at me.
If she had been a recurring client, or at least one new to me but not to the role of a submissive, I would've had her bent over, sucking on my cock, or riding it. Even now, it was growing thick, my blood called south by her scent, the sight of her, the way she held herself frozen and awaiting my instructions.
Orc bait, yes. Also a new client. Be careful.
I stepped slowly around her, rattling the chains hanging from the pulley system, watching the way the sound drew a shiver up her back. I flexed my hand again, drawing in the claws that wanted so badly to stretch and dig into her pretty flesh, leaving just the tips out to scratch carefully at her skin. I didn't sharpen my claws like some orcs, too risky in my work, but even dulled, my fully extended claws could do damage if I wasn't careful.
Sonya stretched up onto her toes and softened her upper body, arching into my touch, head falling back.
"Are you wet for me, pet?" I asked. I knew she was, I could smell it on her.
"Y-yes… Do I call you master?" she whispered, breaking out of that breathy surrender with a little squeak of nerves.
I grinned where she couldn't see me. Not usually right away, but since she was eager…"Yes, pet."
She sighed again, shoulders easing and body relaxing slightly. "Yes, I'm wet for you, master." She stumbled awkwardly over the word, some hesitance bubbling up.
My hand trailed down her ass, taking a firm grip, amused by the slight whimper she tried to bury. I slid my other hand over her shoulder, down her chest, to tweak at one nipple and then the other. She hummed, a soft and contented sound.
"Are you frightened, little pet?" She certainly didn't seem so.
"Not yet," she whispered, turning her head to glance at me out of the corner of her eye. Long, dark lashes kissed at her cheeks as she shivered and waited for my next move.
Play it safe, I thought. Work up to her limits, don't try and find them from the start. Except there was an energy surrounding this woman, almost feverish and impatient. And the predator in me, only allowed out in measured doses, wanted to make her jump and skitter as she ought to in my presence.
I checked my claws once more, just barely digging into the giving heft of her hip, before swiping my hand around to clasp over her pussy.
She jumped and jerked, rattling the chains above her head, as I growled in her ear. "Then open for me."
Her legs stumbled wide, toes stretching and digging into the floor as she made room for my thick fingers to stroke over folds of flesh, slightly slippery with arousal.
"Ohh!" She curved like a bow in my hands, one breast pushing against my left hand, softly curled golden strands brushing against my chest. Her eyes were wide, staring up at the cavernous ceiling. But she wasn't trying to escape my searching fingers that stroked against her sex, spreading her wetness. No, she was still eager.
Good.
I burrowed one finger against her, pressing to her opening without attempting to breach, and her eyes fell shut, that little furrow of concentration appearing on her brow again. Not quite an objection. Not surrender, either.
Perhaps I would need to draw it out of her slowly, so thoroughly, she would forget she had designed the games at all.
I was a patient orc. Surely, I would be the victor.
CHAPTER 4
Sunny
The orc's skin was velvety and hot at my back, almost like suede, and I wanted to rub myself against him just to prove to myself he existed. One thick finger was circling around my cunt, teasing, and his massive hand was cupping over my breast, and it was almost like he wasn't really here. Like I might breathe or twitch and he would evaporate. I'd itched to be touched as I'd stood alone in this room, and now, with him here…
Some of the fever was cooling slightly with reality.
This is just…foreplay, I thought. I mean, aside from the chains, Harry could've—
The finger that had been teasing my entrance plunged suddenly in, drawing a garbled little moan from my mouth.
