Page 14 of War Mage

“I can give you a climax without having sex with you,” I say, going over and sitting on the other cot. “Come here.”

“You’re surprisingly romantic for an orc that says he has no loved ones,” she retorts saucily, but moves to obey me. Her obedience soothes something in me, something that I don’t quite understand, but I keep myself emotionless.

“Climb on the cot and straddle my thigh,” I order, my voice still smooth and without feeling, even as a tension I don’t recognize builds within me.

“Bossy, bossy,” she smiles. “What if I don’t want to?” But her arousal scent deepens as she speaks and I know that commanding her is making her wet.

“Then I’ll make you,” I promise her, still cold and logical. “I thought you wanted pleasure? Or are you a naughty female who craves punishment?”

My words make her even more wet, her spicy scent spiking.Interesting. This was not a pressure point that I had considered. Does Adara, with all her impudence and disrespect, crave being corrected? I feel my cock harden beneath my warkilt at the realization. I have always hungered for control, for dominion, and the idea of punishing Adara, of making her submit, even more than her obedience, somehow feelsright.

Adara hesitates for another moment, then takes a deliberate step back. “You know? I think Idowant you to make me.”

A growl exits my throat, mixing with mysibilance. My thrumming echoes in the cell and Adara gasps as the effect takes hold. Taking advantage of her surprise, I reach forward, my long arms reaching her easily and I drag her toward me, her heady, spicy scent permeating the space. In one swift move I have her over my knee, her delectable rump in the air.

“What is this?” she gasps out, her arousal increasing.

“It is an orc’ssibilance,” I tell her, my voice almost vibrating with my thrum. “It increases sensitivity and arousal. Now, count my strokes.”

“What strokes?” she challenges, but she squirms a little over my knee, letting me know she knows of what I speak.

Without further preamble I bring my hand down on her bottom, the slapping sound reverberating in the room. Adara gasps and moans, though from pain or pleasure, I’m not sure. But she doesn't count.

“For every time you disobey me, you’ll get two more,” I warn, though my voice is as emotionless as ever. Then my hand comes down on her bare bottom twice more in quick succession, a little harder than last time.

“Fuck!” she barks out.

“Count,” I command her again, then I spank her again.

“Ah! One!” she whines out, her beautiful seam glistening with wetness.

“Wrong,” I say, calmly, almost boredly, though I am anything but. “That was four.” I spank her again.

“Ah! Four! Five!”

“Good,” I praise, stroking her reddened cheeks softly to soothe the sting. “Now, four more.”

I strike again.

“Gods! Six!”

“Again,” I order and then give her two more swift strikes to her rump.

“Seven! Eight!”

“Good female,” I praise, though my tone is still without feeling. I rub her bottom again, with a soothing touch, preparing her. “Last one.”

My last spank lands and she gasps and curses again, barely rasping out “Nine!” Then I haul her up so that she is straddling my thigh, the way that I originally commanded her. Some tears roll down her face, but I can smell her arousal and how close she is to climax, just from her correction. Gods, she looks beautiful like this, but those are thoughts that I can ill afford to have about an asset that I am to use on a mission.

“I am your handler for this mission. Your captain and commander,” I tell her, stroking my hand down her spine, my claws sheathed. “For all intents and purposes, I have as much control over your life as Fate itself. You may have been a captain at one point, but no longer. And I expect total obedience from you. If I give an order I don’t want any questions, I want immediate action. Do you understand?”

The mage nods her head silently, arching into my touch as I travel down her spine and over her sensitized cheeks. I let my fingers trail along her side and then down her front to the apex of her thighs.

“Good female,” I thrum, barely recognizing my own voice. My cock is hard as a bar of iron, punching up in my warkilt toward the mage, but I will not take my satisfaction tonight. That’s not what this is about. Instead, I let my questing fingers find her clit and begin to massage around it, slipping through her copious arousal.

“Tell me when you are about to come,” I command her again and this time, instead of defiance, her head falls forward onto my shoulder with a moan as I build her toward her climax.

“Say, ‘yes, commander,’” I say, and again I don’t recognize my voice, so deep is my thrum and desire. Icraveher obedience.

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