Page 13 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

“Lift yer hands, lass. Cup yer tits. Do ye remember how it felt when I touched them?”

The little jerk of her head seemed almost involuntary, and I could see her hands fluttering in her lap, as if she didn’t know if she should follow my instructions.

“Touch yerself. Squeeze them.Now, lass.”

She swallowed, then lifted her chin. Her hands rose, but not to her breasts, not yet. To my delight, she slid her gown off her shoulders, so her chemise—bright against her dark skin—covered her. Then, her gaze almost defiant, she pulled at the tie at the throat of her chemise…

And pulled the soft linen down.

I pretended nonchalance, but when Myra reached into her chemise and pulled out her small, pert breasts—first one, then the other—my claws dug into my thighs.

“Good,” I rasped, my mouth already salivating. “Good lass. Are ye cold?”

“Aye,” she murmured, but she cupped her tits as I’d instructed. She pinched her nipples as I watched, and I heard her breathing become ragged.

“Good,” I crooned. “Good lass. Now, roll them—gently.”

She did, and I saw her lips part with surprise as she squirmed on the seat. Gods below, why had I agreed to this torture? She wasso fooking faraway!

“Ye like that?” Gods, my voice didn’t usually crack like that. “Show me how ye like to be touched, pet.”

This time, the name didn’t bother her. Instead, my sweet, innocent little playthingtuggedon her nipples, pulling them until her small breasts elongated, and I—unable to help myself—groaned out loud.

My Mate liked her tits handled aggressively? Gods willing, one day I would be able to make use of that realization.

Unbidden, my hand fell on my cock. Had it really only been hours ago I’d fooked my palm while thinking of Myra? Thinking of her in thisexact scenario? The way my cock throbbed, I wouldn’t have guessed it.

“Aye, like that, lass. Ye like it rough?”

Her eyes were glazed with desire, and as I began to stroke myself through my kilt, her gaze fell to the way the wool tented. I spread my legs slightly, so she could see my response to what she was doing.

“I want to taste ye,” I rasped, still stroking myself. “I want to capture those nipples between my teeth and pull on them, the way ye’re doing.”

Her breath hissed between her teeth, but she squeezed and pulled on her nipples as if she was imagining me doing it.

Is that what she liked? Well, I could give that to her.

“I would get on my knees in front of ye, lass.” My hand tightened around my cock. “I would kiss yer throat. Yer shoulder.” I saw her sway to one side, as if imagining my caresses.

“I would lift both of yer tits—gods below—so reverently,” I breathed. “I would take one of them into my mouth. Yer so small, I could get most of that one between my lips. And my tongue, lass. Do ye ken about orcs’ tongues?”

Her questioning gaze snapped up to mine, and I made a show of sticking out my tongue, swiping it across my lower lip.

“’Tis ridged. Just like my cock. My teeth might play with yer nipples, lass, but my tongue? Imagine how that would feel against yer skin. Each ridge, playing with yer sensitive nipples. Each. Ridge.”

Myra gave a little whimper and swayed forward in her chair, her fingers still tugging on her nipples. I watched her squirm in her chair, smelled a fresh bloom of her arousal.

“Good lass,” I whispered, grinning in appreciation. “Such a good little plaything.”

“I am not—” She swallowed and straightened, her hands going back to cup her tits more gently. “I am not doing anything more than what I do?—”

When she bit off her words, my brow rose in amusement.

“What ye do at night? Alone in yer bed? When ye dream of a thick orc cock to ease yer torment. Do ye ken what wecan do with our cocks, sweet little human? WhatIcan do?”

I didn’t think she’d answer me. I was wrong.

“An orc’s cock causes immediate orgasm,” she stated, almost primly, dropping her hands to her lap once more. “’Tis part of what makes sex easier?—”

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