I choked on air, and Khell stepped away. No, the bastard sauntered, giant and bulky as he was.

"Maybe not as much as I like you thrashing on my cock, trying to fuck me with that sweet cunt of yours every bit as hard as I fuck you."

Would I come just from the filth Khell'ar spewed from those absurdly thick lips of his? It was becoming a close call.

"Digging your nails into the table, tearing the sheets. It's a good thing MSA has a damages policy—"

"Stop," I squeezed out, my hands flapping in front of my face as if they could cool the fever this orc was stoking in my cheeks.

Khell'ar just laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist, hauling me up from the floor so we were at eye level, even as I tried to avoid his stare.

"The sheets… Was that really me?" I asked, staring at a blank spot on the wall over his shoulder. It needed a piece of artwork, and I could almost imagine it, something that looked serene at first glance but was explicit the longer you stared.

"I wouldn't let you tear my hair out as I tongue-fucked your sweet pussy. You took your frustration out on the sheets," Khell said, voice low.

I reached up and tied my fingers into his braid now, finally finding the strength to meet his stare. "I suppose they are a better casualty," I said, tugging slightly on his hair. I had a sudden urge to make Khell my pet. To have him be the one crawling on his knees for me, subjecting himself to erotic poses for my gaze. But I couldn't imagine being the master and not having him fuck me exactly as he'd already been doing.

"What is making my petal smile like that?" Khell'ar asked, head tipping to the side.

"I was trying to imagine pinning you down and…" I laughed and shook my head. "I don't know what."

I expected him to laugh at the idea too, but his expression was thoughtful. "You could clamp me, keep me from coming. Take my ass with a toy. Leash me and ride me. Orcs heal well, and my ass would bounce nicely for a cane." He paused as my mouth dropped open, eyes growing wide. "Too much?"

"No—Not—I don't… You've thought more about this than I have," I said. Now that he mentioned them, my brain was racing to follow. The first suggestion was the most immediately appealing, although they all had merit.

"You have plenty of imagination, petal—you only need to decide what suits you. For now, we'll start with all those clever ideas you've been brewing."

"Like being hunted?" I asked immediately.