Khell'ar's hands were full—with my hair and my breast—and he made no move to feed me again. There was cutlery laid out, and I reached for the fork automatically before pausing and glancing back at my orc.

"I ate while you slept."

"You let me sleep for more than two minutes?" I asked, turning back to the food and digging in with the fork in one hand and bacon in the other.

"I let you sleep for more than three hours…overall," he said.

I frowned at that. Three was…not much. Then again, now that I had coffee and food in front of me, I wasn't sure I would've traded any of the hours I hadn't been sleeping.

"Eat up, petal. You'll need your strength today."

Warned, intrigued, and a little nervous, I dove into my breakfast, shoulders squaring to face the day and Khell'ar's plans for me.

* * *

His hand encompassed mine completely as he led me down the steps back into the basement. I was dressed for the first time since he'd ordered me to take my clothes off the day before, but it was in a thin and silky peach shift that was only held together by three buttons down my stomach and had slits in the long skirt running up both thighs.

Khell'ar stopped us at the bottom of the stairs and near the full mirror of the wall, pulling me in front of him.

God, he was huge. I was not a small woman in any way, but I appeared so in front of him, his shoulders and head rising behind me, around me. Even his hips were a little broader than mine, a fact my inner thighs remembered vividly.

"Look at yourself, petal," he said.

I preferred looking at him, but I obeyed, meeting my own gaze in the mirror. Khell'ar draped an arm over my shoulder and then flicked the long and low collar of the shift aside to reveal one of my breasts, his fingers scooping beneath the weight to heft and roll my flesh in his grip.

"Lush woman," he praised, and my reflection turned pink at the words. "Breasts meant for my hands."

I let out a rough breath and relaxed against his chest, pushing my own into his palm. "Yes."

He left the collar pushed aside and moved his hand to the other side, this time sliding under the fabric, the silk shining and shifting like pink waves as he pinched my nipple just firmly enough to remind me how much he'd enjoyed playing with me the night before.

"You're going to be my prize today," he said. "I won you in battle to do with as I please."

I bit my lips to hide my smile and nodded obediently, as if I hadn't written this into a little form on a tablet myself, wishing and hoping whoever my partner was would be interested in playing this scene out with me.