Page 10 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

“Iwanttoo.” His gaze swept down my body. “I havewantedfor months. But I have rules.”

Rules? What kind of rules?

My tongue darted out over my lips. Honestly, I was quite proud of my bravery in making itthisfar. Vartok hadn’t mocked my words, hadn’t thrown me out. He seemed to be seriously considering my request. The least I could do was pretend this was a perfectly normal conversation.

“What do you want?” I managed.

He straightened suddenly. “Everything, lass.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“Ye want to learn about pleasure?” He began to move, sauntering to my side with his kilt swaying, as if he were inspecting me. When he reached up to unclasp my cloak, the movement was so sudden I gasped, and didn’t have time to reach for it as it fell from my shoulder to pool around my feet.

His voice dropped, low enough that Ifeltit in my stomach…and lower.

“I can teach ye about pleasure, lass. But ye will have to obey my rules.”

Now he was behind me. I struggled to keep from twisting my head, from following him.

“What rules?” I yelped, my voice too high and my heart beating too fast.

When he stopped, I could feel him right behind me. He didn’t touch me, but Iknew. I felt his heat, could hear his harsh breathing, as if he struggled for control as well.

Then he stepped closer, his breath on my hair, and…and pressed against my lower back was a hard length I knew enough to recognize.

My lips parted on an involuntary moan as I squeezed my thighs together, trying to control my reaction to him. I swayed backward, then immediately forward when I realized what I’d done.

Vartok leaned down, his lips close enough to my ear to make me shiver.

“I am the one to give ye pleasure, Myra. Only me. And when I say ‘tis time, ye will agree. Do ye understand?”

“Aye,” I squeaked, my senses too overwhelmed to really understand what I was agreeing to.

“I am the one who determines when ye need pleasure. I am yer teacher. I am in control of this little…game.”

Game? Is that what this was to him? Is that whatIwas to him? My chin rose again, but something stopped me from complaining.

Shut up shut up shut up. You wanted pleasure, aye? Well, you are more aroused than you have ever been, and all you are doing isstanding in his home. He is clearly the expert, and you are a good student. Just accept his terms!

“Do ye understand, Myra?” he purred in my ear.

Exhaling, I forced my shoulders to relax.

“Aye,” I whispered, as I pressed back against him.

His hands rose to my shoulders.

“Good lass.” He sounded smug. “Such a good little plaything, to come to me for help.”

I wanted to hate him, but my body was clearly loving him—nay, nothim! Just his touch…and his praise.

“When will we start?” I managed to ask, trying to sound as if this was a normal relationship between a teacher and pupil.

His hands slid to my chest as his mouth lowered to the skin of my neck.

“Now.”

CHAPTER THREE

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