Khell laughed and shrugged, unrepentant. I'd been shy of paddling him once upon a time, but those days were long gone. I knew exactly how hard to spank my orc, and I knew if he got his way, he'd be spilling his release all over the place. I'd wondered once if Khell and I might ever run out of things to learn about each other's pleasure. We hadn't yet, but I'd also discovered that although our games were familiar now, sex was never dull with my mate.

"You're going to need to bend over, or you'll make a mess of your dress pants," I said.

Khell chuckled and waited patiently for me to adjust the chains. I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach, and Khell took my nearness as an excuse to lean in, rubbing against me. I batted at his cock with the paddle and laughed as he gasped.

"Behave, beast," I hissed.

We had more than enough room after we’d moved to the country—including the little plot of woods we'd dreamed of—but one of Khell's first projects had been this cabin. It was lowered into the ground, hidden from view by a hill that covered one side, and it had become our favorite place for rougher games together. Ones that required paddles and chains.

I moved a padded platform away from the wall to the center of the room. Khell bent forward, winking at me as he rested his elbows on the surface, his back arched and ass high. When Khell was meant to be the submissive between us, he always played the brat.

I settled in at his side, pushing his shirt up his back to rest my hand at the base of his spine, pausing for a moment to simply savor the warmth of him. And the view of my favorite butt in the world, tight and braced for its spanking.

"Sunny," Khell prompted.

The paddle came down, sharp and sudden, and this time I caught Khell by surprise, an honest bark of shock and pleasure bursting from his lips. I didn't hesitate, striking one cheek and then the other, high and low, back and forth. Paddling Khell always left me breathless, partly from the effort it took and mostly from the heady power moments like this gave me. The sound of Khell's grunts dissolving into moans and whines was an aphrodisiac. Watching the color of his green flesh turning ruddy and dark and browned made my own cheeks flush.

And like clockwork, the moment Khell started to buck, body squirming and hips flexing forward, I grew wet and hot between my thighs.