Chapter Five

Durga

I stopped circling her as we conducted the negotiation. I’ve watched every small change in her expression and the way she holds her body.

She’s intrigued by the idea of me taking charge, but she’s unsure about surrendering control to me. I understand her hesitation; it’s unfamiliar territory for her. But I also suspect she wants this just as much as I do. Her scent tells me, as well as that I’m still standing here and she hasn’t asked me to leave.

As she stands on the coffee table, her body tense with anticipation, I allow myself to appreciate her form. The way her curves accentuate her petite frame, how her skin glows under the soft lighting of her apartment. Every inch of her is captivating. I can’t help but let my eyes roam over her, possessiveness coursing through my veins.

Her lips are slightly parted as I devour her whole body with my eyes, making her squirm and fist her hands. She shifts her weight from foot to foot while I stare her down.

I told her with my words earlier that I was in control. This staring contest will give her a taste of what’s to come. She should feel like a prey animal, because I certainly feel like a predator.

The atmosphere shifts and the air around us crackles with energy. There’s a quiet intensity in the room as Raisa changes the way she holds herself. It’s a subtle switch, as though she’s telling herself to relax into what’s about to happen.

“I want to look at what’s mine.” I’m standing in front of her and can’t miss the way her eyes flare at my statement of ownership. When she doesn’t argue, doesn’t put up a fight, I say, “Take off your clothes, fold them, and lay them by your feet. Piece by piece.”

I’m not surprised by her reaction. First, she stills. If I didn’t see her chest heaving, she could be a statue. Then she swallows—hard. After that she squares her shoulders as though she’s preparing for battle rather than sex. Finally, after a swallow accompanied by a little animalistic squeak, she moves.

Raisa does as commanded. She takes her time. As strong as she was in the park, as forward as she was when she asked me to stay the night, her fingers are trembling now.

As each folded piece of clothing is placed on the table by her feet, my heart rate increases, as does her scent—both fear and arousal. The view is breathtaking. Orc females have small breasts and are more muscular than humans. They’re taller as well.

Little Raisa is curvier and smaller, beckoning to the predator in me. As her body is revealed, it’s visual proof she’s mine. I can feel my cock hardening further and I begin to purr from the pleasure I’m feeling as I watch her undress for me.

She freezes for a moment, cocks her head, then her gaze flicks up and down my body until it rests on my chest.

“You’re purring.”

“Yes. Does it calm you?”

“If by calm you mean make me want to have sex with you, then yes.”

Raisa is fascinating. Scared and bold in equal measures. And honest.

I chuckle. “I’ll have to save it for special occasions.”

Her response is immediate and sincere. “Don’t. I like it.”

I could fall for this pretty human.

She’s back to removing her clothes, just as I commanded. The power dynamic between us is deeply arousing. A combination of fear, submission, and desire lingers in the air like a fog rolling in off the ocean.

She trembles slightly under my gaze, but it’s not fear that causes it this time—it’s desire.

The thought of all the pleasure I can bring her, and the feeling of power that comes with it, sends a jolt of energy through me, my own arousal intensifying as I watch her disrobe before me.

She stands now, naked and exposed, seemingly unashamed yet vibrating with anticipation. Her eyes meet mine and for a few seconds, we just stand here, the air between us heavy with emotion.

Without warning, I lift her off her feet and into my arms, then carry her into the bedroom and set her on the bed. Though what we’re about to do isn’t illegal, it’s not accepted.

Here, on this bed we’ll share together for one beautiful night, she and I will discover together just how much she enjoys submitting to an orc.

After shucking my clothes, I order, “Put your feet on the bed, let your knees fall open, and show me your secret places.”

I watch as the realization of what I’m asking her to do dawns on her. I can see her brief internal struggle, and the exact moment she gives in to my request. Her eyes flutter closed and her body relaxes, letting me know she’s ready for whatever comes next.

Her feet slide toward her ass and her bent legs open for me. Her outer lips are brown where orc females are green, but her inner lips are pink.

“You’re beautiful, Raisa. Spread your lips with both your hands.”

Obediently, she follows my instructions and I get an unobstructed view of her inner folds. She’s wet, glistening, ready for me.

Her gaze has been shy; her eyes either closed or skirting mine.

“Keep your eyes on me, Raisa. I’m in charge.”

When she looks at me, ready for her next command, I give it.

“Spread yourself even wider for me.”

Again, she obeys, using her fingers to expose more of what’s within. When my gaze flicks toward her face, I can see the swell of desire in her eyes, which fills me with pleasure.

“Yes,” I murmur. “Let me see what belongs to me.”

I don’t think she meant to give herself away, but my statement of ownership caused the tiniest smile. She’d worried I would make her do something she didn’t want, but so far, we’re in perfect alignment.

“I’ve seen you looking at my black tongue. Do you want to see what it can do?”

Her little whimper is all I need to hear for me to lower myself to my knees, place my tongue beneath her channel and swipe upward through her outer folds. Passing above her little clit, I slide down to complete the circuit.

Her disappointed little moan does not escape my notice. Although she said no blood, she said nothing about the little slap I give to her ass.

“I’ll dole out your pleasure on my own timetable. I’ll touch you where and when I want. You can’t trick or guilt me into giving you more.”

Just for her attempt to take control, I do many more circuits, never veering to lick her hole or touch her clit.

Her fingers are clenched in the patchwork quilt as she desperately tries not to move, not to force me to touch the places that desire me more with every lap.

To please myself, I take one shallow lick, just enough to get a swipe of her cream, and then give her an appreciative moan. On my next circuit, her obedient channel has rewarded me with even more of her delicious honey.

“Open your legs wider.” My voice is firm.

I’m doing fine with her in this position. There’s no danger of cutting her with my tusks. I just want to keep giving orders and watch her hurry to comply.

She’s rocking a bit, trying to soothe herself because her need is building. I doubt she’s even aware she’s doing it.

Without warning, I stab my tongue into her most intimate of places.

She gasps as the warmth of my tongue meets her wetness, so responsive I can’t help but want more. But being in control doesn’t mean I’m only in control of her. In order to make this good for both of us, I have to restrain myself, too.

I flick the tip of her clit with the point of my tongue. It was meant to tantalize, to increase her desire by a notch or two. Instead, she gasps with pleasure and clutches the quilt more tightly.

I pull back until the only places I’m touching her are my palms pressing her thighs open and the points of my tusks barely grazing outside her lower lips. Even with just this, her thighs and mouth are trembling with desire.

“Such a good girl, Raisa. Trying so hard to let me be in charge.” I purr again and she settles back onto her bed, her legs spread as wide as they can go, panting to get control of herself.

“Do you need to come?”

She lifts her head, excitement lighting her face. I didn’t mean to tease her. It just shows she’s never played a game like this. Surely she knows we’re just beginning. Perhaps not.

“That’s not going to happen for a while. And I guess I should mention you’re forbidden to come until I tell you.”

She lets out the beginning of a whimper, then controls even that.

“You’re trying so very hard. What a good girl.”

I thought her scent was at its height, but my “good girl” earns me a strong gust of it. This female loves praise. We’ll get along well. I enjoy giving praise for a job well done.

Resuming my explorations of her pretty pussy, I seek out her pleasure spots, eagerly exploring every inch of her and sending shivers through her body with each lick.

Her moans are music to my ears, making me savor every second as I place my thumbs on either side of her clit and pull wide. Just this gentle pressure makes her gasp with pleasure, but she makes me proud as she manages not to thrust up to gather more pressure on her little jewel.

Her hands tangle in my hair and I don’t have the heart to tell her not to. It seems I’m her tether. Perhaps hanging on to me is her way of mastering control of her need for release.

I don’t let her come, not yet, but as I increase her level of difficulty by adding more pleasure, finding a special place toward the back of her channel that makes her hips thrust no matter how hard she tries not to, I allow her to groan and arch her back in abandonment. Her hips grind against me as I continue to drive her wild.

The anticipation of when I’ll finally let her find release makes every lick more electrifying than the last until I can no longer resist. I give an extra forceful lick against the tip of her clit, which pushes her over the edge.

Raisa tightens her grip on my hair as an intense whole-body shudder ripples through her. Even in the middle of her release, she manages to say, “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” knowing she broke a rule. She has no idea her rule-breaking thrills me. It just means I get to punish her by tormenting her more.