Chapter Fifteen

Raisa

The hair on the back of my neck stands up as I hear him moving furniture. What on Earth does he need to do that for? Though pictures of dungeons and being tied up race through my head, I wonder if the tightness in my belly signals fear or arousal. I hate to admit, it probably means both.

“Face me.”

It’s funny how I’m now so tuned in to him I try to read his entire plan in those two words as I slowly turn. Is he angry? Tired? Horny? And what evil, sexy things does he have planned next?

He’s moved his coffee table, so there’s nothing between him on the couch and me in the far corner. He’s naked, with his arms lounging on the back of the couch, his knees wide apart with no hint of shame. His beautiful cock, so hard it’s glossy and looks ready to burst, points at the ceiling.

And that gorgeous face. Of course it’s wearing a smirk, damn him.

“Like what you see?”

He’s so damn smug. I want to scold him, snap a question at him, enquire why he bothers to ask when he can smell what state I’m in. He knows what I’m thinking and how I’m feeling better than I know myself.

I say nothing of the sort, though. My answer is an honest, “Yes, Commander.” Will I always feel weak and desperate and swoopy inside every time I say that ridiculous name?

Another smirk, but he can’t hide how much that honorific pleased his huge orc heart.

He juts his chin, indicating he wants me closer. Have we devolved to this? Sign language? I guess it doesn’t matter, because we’re already so attuned to each other I can practically read his mind.

I step to where he indicates, about three feet in front of him. His small, indulgent smile, little more than a lifting of the corners of his mouth, is my reward.

He fiddles with his phone and plays music. I heard music like this wafting through the streets of the Zone earlier—drums and flutes. It’s almost pagan, totally sensual.

“Dance for me, Raisa.”

The moment is broken. All of my arousal flies away, replaced by embarrassment. My body is hardly model material. I’ve been on countless diets to combat my rounded belly and thick thighs. They’ve never been tamed.

I’m paralyzed, and if my deer-in-the-headlights look doesn’t inform him of my inner turmoil, I imagine my arousal scent—whatever that is—has been replaced by something less appealing.

The harsh commander’s face he wears when we’re being sexual immediately disappears. Maybe he really can read my mind, because he demands, “Look at me.”

When my eyes don’t immediately snap to his face, he repeats it more firmly, knowing I can’t resist following his orders.

Now that my gaze is glued to his, he says, his voice so full of honey it warms my soul, “Look into my eyes, Raisa. What do you see?”

I’m still paralyzed, but for a different reason—I’m blown away.

“Acceptance.” I’m glad orcs have good hearing, because that came out as the barest whisper.

“Exactly. Now dance for your commander, so I can accept and appreciate you more.”

I’m not exactly certain how years of body shame fall away from one minute to the next. Well, I guess it has to do with the affectionate glitter in those gorgeous amber eyes.

Though I’m a visual artist, dance does not come naturally, so I close my eyes and let myself sink into the music. It”s rhythmic and somehow dark. It makes me think of sparks rising from a fire into the night sky, its flickering light dancing off the limbs of entwined couples and emerald skin. My hips sway to the beat, my hands find themselves in my hair. My chest heaves and I arch backward, my spine curling as I feel it overtake me.

I dance to the beat of the music, my body moving with newfound confidence and grace. I let go of my self-consciousness, allowing the music to guide me as I sway my hips and twirl around the room.

With each movement, I catch glimpses of Durga’s appreciation on his face. His eyes are locked on me, drinking in every movement, every curve of my body. There’s hunger in his gaze, but also a tenderness that makes my heart flutter.

As I dance, I feel the heat of the room intensify. Sweat glistens on my skin. The music pounds in my ears, fueling the fire inside me. It’s as if the world around us has faded away, leaving only the two of us.

Durga’s voice breaks through the music, his words a seductive whisper. “You’re absolutely stunning, Raisa. The way you move, the way you command the room, it’s intoxicating. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

His praise ignites a fire within me, fueling my desire to please him even more. I dance with even more fervor, my body swaying with purpose and sensuality. I let my hands glide over my own skin, teasing and caressing, all the while keeping my gaze locked on Durga’s.

He watches me with a hunger that borders on desperation, his gaze burning into my soul. “Every movement you make, every breath you take, makes me want you even more.”

His fingers are clutching the back of the couch, as though he’s willing himself to stay put and not cross the distance to touch me, take me… ravage me.

His words fuel my desire even more. I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs, aching for his touch. But I know I must continue to dance, to entertain him with my sensuality. I want to give him everything I have, to surrender to him completely.

As the music reaches its crescendo, my movements become more fierce, more desperate. I lose myself in the rhythm, letting it guide me. My arousal builds, craving release.

Durga’s voice breaks through the haze of desire, his words a command that sends shivers down my spine. “Come to me, Raisa,” he says, his voice so low it’s almost a growl. “Bring that beautiful body to me.”

I obey without hesitation, moving toward him as if drawn by an invisible force. He tugs me onto the couch with him, my knees on either side of his hips. I’m straddling him as he places his cock between my slick lower lips so I can ride him.

“Tell me, sweet one. You get to pick just one tonight. I’ll either give you many releases with this black tongue you love so much and then my thick green cock, or you can make love to my cock with your mouth and drink my cum.”

I don’t know how it happened that in the matter of one single day my brain has been completely rewired, but I don’t give it a second’s thought before I say, “Can I suck your cock, Commander?” It’s as though I live and breathe to give him pleasure.

“That was the right answer.”

I take a moment to catch my breath, trying to calm my racing heart as I slide to my knees on the floor and position myself between his legs. My hands slowly trace the lean, muscular lines of his thighs, feeling the warmth and strength beneath my fingertips. I meet his eyes, seeing the appreciation in his gaze, and then I lower my head.

Durga’s cock is hard and throbbing, the veins pulsing, the head glistening with precum. I lean in, my lips barely brushing against the sensitive skin, and I hear his sharp intake of breath. My tongue darts out to taste him. One long, slow lick as his masculine, salty taste tantalizes my tongue, then I take him into my mouth.

His groan fills the room as I suck the head and lick his length. I find a rhythm, letting my lips and tongue explore every inch of him, relishing in the taste and texture. I take him deeper, my lips stretching around him, and revel in the way his warmth fills my mouth.

Durga’s hands find their way into my hair, his fingers eagerly tangling in the strands. He guides my movements, setting the pace and intensity, and I’m more than willing to let him have control. Pleasure courses through me as I feel the weight of his desire, his arousal, in my mouth. I revel in knowing my dance made him wild with desire—for me.

“Goddess, Raisa,” he groans, his voice raw with lust. “You have such a talented mouth. The way you suck me, it’s like heaven. I could spend hours just feeling your lips around my cock.”

I moan around him, the vibrations sending a surge of pleasure through both of us. He wants me to do this for hours? I can’t think of many things I want more than that. I want to please him, to give him all the bliss he deserves. My hands grip his thighs, my nails digging in as my head bobs faster, taking him deeper with each pass, though he’s so long I could never take all of him.

Durga’s praises continue to flow, his voice a constant stream of appreciation and encouragement. “That’s it, my sweet. Suck me like that. You’re such a good girl, taking me so deep. You know just what I need.”

His words drive me further, push me to give him more. I suck harder, twirling my tongue around him, and he gasps, his grip on my hair tightening. Feeling the tension building within him, his hips rocking against me, I know he’s close.

I increase my pace, my lips working in tandem with my hands as I stroke him. His moans grow louder, filling the room, and I know he’s close to release. Focusing all my attention on his pleasure, I use every trick I know to push him over that edge.

And then it happens. Durga’s body tenses, his hips thrusting into my mouth as he grunts in pleasure. His hot cum spills into my mouth, the taste both sweet and salty. I swallow eagerly, savoring the intimate moment as his release washes over my tongue.

As he drifts down from his orgasm, I release him slowly from my mouth, my lips trailing one final kiss along his shaft. Then I lap his length, his balls… lower, to clean him and steal every last drop.

He reaches, catching me under my arms, and then pulls me up his body, lifting me into his embrace as we both catch our breath.

“Raisa.” He pets my hair, then kisses my forehead. “That was…” He stops mid-sentence, the thought discarded. His eyes are filled with stars—for me. “You are… worthy.”

Something bursts inside my chest. Somehow I know that to Durga, worthy is so, so much better than good.

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I curl against him, my head resting on his chest. The room is filled with the scent of our sweat and our desire, and it’s in this moment, tangled together in the aftermath of our passion, that I can no longer deny I’m falling in love with my handsome orc.