Page 79 of Games with the Orc

Khell grinned and laughed at that, stopping briefly to lean down for a feathery soft kiss. "Oh, but mate, unless it's Rum'kurr, you always best me."

I arched into his kiss, sucked on his tongue, and worked myself against him from below until Khell pulled away again.

"Then perhaps you need more practice," I said, grinning up at Khell.

He growled again, gaze flashing hot, and I knew I was in exactly the kind of trouble I'd always wanted.

Epilogue

SUNNY - SEVERAL YEARS LATER

Thwack!

I gasped at the impact, burying a cry behind my lips.

Khell released a low, frustrated growl. "Harder."

My eyes narrowed at my orc. His hands were cuffed in metal and leather, drawn up with chains above his head, faint light bleeding through the shutters of our little one-room cabin, striping his arms and face with shadows. I stepped back, studying the shape of him, legs spread and pants pushed down to his knees. His head was high, turned to grin at me over his shoulders, eyebrows waggling.

I tightened my grip around the rubber handle of the wooden paddle Khell had made for me. For me to spank him with.

I drew my arm back and then swung.

Thwack!

The crack of sound made me jump, and this time I managed to draw a grunt and a huff of breath out of my orc. His shoulders flexed in his tight button-down, and he let out a soft laugh.

"We both know you can do better than that, petal," Khell purred.

I rolled my eyes. "We both know you're trying to top from the bottom."

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.

I caught my breath, pausing in the paddling to step back and admire my work so far. There was a small glossy puddle of arousal on the concrete floor, and I shifted to allow a little streak of light to land on Khell's cock. Watching his stav work in the stiff sleeve of his length, the swollen glide up and down, always mesmerized me.

"More," my mate rasped. Khell's back was heaving with breath, head bowed down to his arms.

"We need to get back to the house," I said, shifting the paddle to my left hand so I could press my right to the marked flesh of his ass.

Khell groaned, pushing back into my bare palm. "Finish me, please, mate."