"Y-yes… Do I call you master?" she whispered, breaking out of that breathy surrender with a little squeak of nerves.

I grinned where she couldn't see me. Not usually right away, but since she was eager…"Yes, pet."

She sighed again, shoulders easing and body relaxing slightly. "Yes, I'm wet for you, master." She stumbled awkwardly over the word, some hesitance bubbling up.

My hand trailed down her ass, taking a firm grip, amused by the slight whimper she tried to bury. I slid my other hand over her shoulder, down her chest, to tweak at one nipple and then the other. She hummed, a soft and contented sound.

"Are you frightened, little pet?" She certainly didn't seem so.

"Not yet," she whispered, turning her head to glance at me out of the corner of her eye. Long, dark lashes kissed at her cheeks as she shivered and waited for my next move.

Play it safe, I thought. Work up to her limits, don't try and find them from the start. Except there was an energy surrounding this woman, almost feverish and impatient. And the predator in me, only allowed out in measured doses, wanted to make her jump and skitter as she ought to in my presence.

I checked my claws once more, just barely digging into the giving heft of her hip, before swiping my hand around to clasp over her pussy.

She jumped and jerked, rattling the chains above her head, as I growled in her ear. "Then open for me."

Her legs stumbled wide, toes stretching and digging into the floor as she made room for my thick fingers to stroke over folds of flesh, slightly slippery with arousal.

"Ohh!" She curved like a bow in my hands, one breast pushing against my left hand, softly curled golden strands brushing against my chest. Her eyes were wide, staring up at the cavernous ceiling. But she wasn't trying to escape my searching fingers that stroked against her sex, spreading her wetness. No, she was still eager.

Good.

I burrowed one finger against her, pressing to her opening without attempting to breach, and her eyes fell shut, that little furrow of concentration appearing on her brow again. Not quite an objection. Not surrender, either.

Perhaps I would need to draw it out of her slowly, so thoroughly, she would forget she had designed the games at all.

I was a patient orc. Surely, I would be the victor.

CHAPTER 4

Sunny

The orc's skin was velvety and hot at my back, almost like suede, and I wanted to rub myself against him just to prove to myself he existed. One thick finger was circling around my cunt, teasing, and his massive hand was cupping over my breast, and it was almost like he wasn't really here. Like I might breathe or twitch and he would evaporate. I'd itched to be touched as I'd stood alone in this room, and now, with him here…