Page 43 of My Ogre Husband
Egorr works from home the following day, and something about our excursion with the blindfold has unleashed, or perhaps awakened, a new level of sexual chemistry between us. We can’t keep our hands off each other as we go about our day, and on his “lunch break,” Egorr surprises me by aggressively leading me back to the bedroom.
“I know what I want to eat,” he says in a low voice, shoving the door open. Then he pushes me down to the bed and devours me like I’m his last meal on earth until I’m writhing and squeezing his big head between my thighs.
Before I can return the favor, Egorr’s out the door again, rushing to get on a conference call. As he slips on his headset, I kiss him on the cheek.
“Can’t wait to suck your dick later,” I whisper, and his eyes go huge as he covers the microphone. Giggling, I skitter away to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.
That night, we make a quick frozen dinner, then hurry back to Egorr’s bedroom. I feel more comfortable with him now than I ever have before. I’ve gotten to know his whole body with the help of the blindfold, just as he’s gotten to know mine.
And I learn something new about him every day. He loves video games, but has prioritized spending time with me since I moved in.
“Show me!” I demand one night. “I want to play with you.”
His face alights. “Really? You want to play?”
“Of course.” I want to do everything with him, but I don’t say that part. A girl needs to have some secrets, after all.
We take up residence on the couch together, and Egorr puts a controller in my hand.
“Have you played a lot of games before?”
I shake my head. “A couple of phone games, but that’s it.”
“Got it.” He shows me what each of the buttons does and then turns on the game. It’s a racing game, where we get to pick our own carts and even customize them. I don’t know which driver to choose, but Egorr finds me a good “beginner” option.
I have a feeling he’s going to wreck me, but I’m up for it.
When the game starts, I’m completely out of my element. I do manage to finish the first course, though I’m in last place.
“Just let me get the hang of it,” I say. “Then I’ll destroy you.”
Egorr guffaws. “Let’s see you try.”
I didn’t know he was a shit-talker, but it just makes me like him even more. There are so many different sides to Egorr, and the more of them I learn, the more I find myself falling for him.
That’s what’s happening, I know it. My heart is crazy about him, wanting more looks and more touches every day.
I do a bit better on the second course, and even manage to beat one of the computer players set to “easy” mode. Egorr comes in first place, of course, absolutely decimating the competition. For the next round, he turns on hard mode for himself, which should even us out. I pout a little that he’s putting himself at a disadvantage, but it does mean we come in second and third place, respectively.
“You’ll get better at it the more you play,” Egorr says after we’ve blasted through another few rounds. “You’re already catching up to me!”
I peck him on the cheek. “That’s sweet, but let’s see how it goes when we’re both playing on the same difficulty.”
“You don’t want an easy win, do you?” He puts an arm around me on the couch, pulling me into his side. I snuggle against his big chest.
“No. It’s better if you have to work for it.” I wiggle my butt to show what I mean, and Egorr chuckles. His hand trails down my side, brushing my boobs, and I run my own fingers over his belly to the growing lump under his sweatpants.
Then it’s off to his bedroom, where Egorr puts on his collar and lets me have my way with him long into the night.
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On Thursday, we go to one of the neighborhood meetings together. After the routine business of mowed lawns and late trash pickup is covered, Egorr introduces me to some of the other monsters that live nearby—a dragon who resides in a cave at the end of the street, and his next-door neighbors, a pair of dwarves who are not all that small. In fact, they tower over me, both of them as broad as a house, and I’m mystified by this.
“I thought the whole thing about dwarves is that they’re short,” I whisper to Egorr.
He cocks his head quizzically. “You sure learned some strange things on the preserve. Like your whole obsession with delivery pizza.”
I blow out my cheeks like a chipmunk. “Are you making fun of me?”
