Page 10 of Agor

“It’s not like anyone has fed me. Orcs are lousy hosts, it seems.” I pretended not to care about the half-eaten roll in his hand while also trying not to drown in my saliva as I watched him eat.

He moved toward me.

“Not true. We take care of our guests.”

“Right.” I smirked, keeping my body between him and the hook on the chain. The workbench remained in semi-shadows, and I hoped he wouldn’t notice the chains I’d wrapped it in. “Only I’m not a guest, am I?”

“No, you’re my sweet plaything.” He brought the roll to my mouth, and I couldn’t refuse the amazing aroma of the flaky crust or the spices of the meat inside.

I opened my mouth as a good little “plaything,” and let him feed me. It was all I could do not to moan in pleasure, as I chewed on my first meat pie in years.

“You’re something far more special than just a guest,” Agor murmured with a lascivious smile that I might’ve returned had we been in my fantasy.

But this was reality, and the danger was real. Pivoting on my heel, I grabbed the chain and hooked it to his belt at his back, then kicked the workbench, sending it crashing down to the floor. The hook yanked the orc up. The combined weight of the heavy workbench, the anvil, and the metal wheel lifted him off the floor.

“Fuck!” he cursed, tipping forward, his arms and feet flaying in the air.

I didn’t wait for him to come down. Grabbing the chain as high as I could with my hands bound, I added my own weight to keep him suspended, then I fixed the chain to the hook in the wall, leaving the orc securely hanging at my chest level over the floor.

“Hey! What the fuck?” he yelled, grabbing at the air behind his back.

But even if he got hold of the chain, he wouldn’t be able to unhook himself in this position. I knew it for a fact. I got caught on a tree branch by the back of my waistband like than once, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to free myself other than screaming for help until Gleb found me and helped me down. With all the orc’s weight put against his belt, he couldn’t even loosen it enough to open the buckle and take the belt off.

Jumping around him to avoid being swatted by his waving arms and kicking legs, I grabbed his hunting knife from the sheath strapped to his upper arm.

All he could do in this situation was scream for help. Yet the orc didn’t make a sound louder than soft cursing and grunting, wiggling on the chain like a fish bait on a hook.

I propped the knife handle between my knees, then used the blade to cut the leather belt from around my wrists.

“Now, be a good little orc,” I cooed mockingly, tossing aside my cut restraints. “And tell me where you have the key to this fucking chain.” I kicked my leg with the manacle, making the chain rattle.

He slowed down his useless struggling and dropped his legs down, trying to reach the floor.

“Nuh-uh.” I swiped a coil of chain from the pile on the floor and loped it around one of his ankles, then tied both his feet together. “You stay put now.” I fixed the chain to the hook at his back, forcing him to bend his legs up.

Dropping his arms, he stared at me in wonder.

“What the fuck, woman?”

“Ah, you didn’t think newts could do that, huh?” I did a quick job on his hands, too, by catching each wrist in a noose then chaining them to his waist. “Is this not how yourplaythingsusually behave?”

He seemed too shocked to fight me in earnest, yanking at his hands only after I’d secured them at his sides.

“Well, since you don’t give me the key, I guess I’ll have to find it myself.” I petted his back pocket.

The key wasn’t there, but the muscles in his ass flexed under my touch, making me pause.

“Where is the key, Chief Agor?” I asked in a voice too soft for a demand as my hand squeezed his backside. It was a nice, hard backside, with almost no give at all when he flexed. Realizing I was pawing at him, I jerked my hand away and swallowed hard. “So? Are you going to tell me where you keep the key? Or should I keep searching?”

He licked his lips.

“Keep searching, sweetheart.” His husky voice came with a deep rumble in his chest, and I felt my control of the situation slipping.

Determined to succeed, I circled his head on the way to his right side to search in his other pocket.

A loud knock on the door made me jump.

“Chief! Bula and Violette are here. They say you wanted to see them tonight, right after the human.”

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