Page 40 of First Comes Orc, Second Comes Baby
The command was mild enough, but she wasn't fooled. At all.
“I went through extensive vetting at the agency, you know. If anyone had thought my content was unbecoming, I never would have made it onto the roster.
“You're stalling.”
She was. She absolutely was. Maybe Snowkiss would do her a solid and wake up from wherever she was napping and run interference.
“Right, okay. So maybe we should set up some parameters for how the rest of the evening is going to go. No shouting—growling is okay, because it's hot when you growl and you can’t help yourself—no name calling though cursing is fine. Spankingonlyif it's foreplay.”
Brahnt watched her, eyebrow slightly raised, his entire posture relaxed, patient.
Charlotte still wasn't fooled. “Can we agree to behave like adults?”
“Let's talk about that, Charlotte. Let's talk about agreements. For example, how when you agreed to be mine, you agreed to thorough and transparent disclosure.”
It was more or less pointless to point out that she had never actually verbally agreed to be Brahnt’s. She’d more or less just gone along with the flow.
Charlotte frowned. “I had no idea you didn't know about my OnlyFans.”
Brahnt's expression darkened a touch. “You're prevaricating. Do you think I would have allowed you to maintain a social media account dancing and posing erotically for the pleasure of anyone but me?”
She wanted to argue with the word “allow” because she was pretty certain he wouldn’t talk like that if she was an Orcess.
“It's tasteful eroticism. More artistic than anything else. Though I'd like to reiterate that we are straying close to sex work shaming, and I don't agree with that.”
Brahnt's eyes plunged into the abyss. “Sex work.”
“OnlyFans is the closest I've ever gotten to that,” Charlotte added hastily. “No worries. We are completely exclusive.”
“By we, you mean you, I, and. . .” he glanced at the smartphone “how many subscribers do have?”
“Enough to pay the rent, by the gods of New York.”
“Wonderful. I'm glad to hear that. That you maintain this side gig in order to pay rent. Which you no longer need to pay, so you'll indulge me and close your account.”
“Brahnt.”
“Non negotiable, Charlotte.”
They stared at each other. Well, Charlotte contemplated how to talk herself out of this. . .or, to be honest, fuck her way out of this, while Brahnt looked like he was trying to decide how hard he could spank before it was obviously no longer foreplay.
She really did need to find out who the matriarch of his clan’s female’s circle was. And put the number on speed dial.
Charlotte cleared her throat. “Do you want to skip to the angry make-up sex since that’s where this seems to be headed?”
“I want to establish that my wife isn’t going to be stripping on social media for tips and likes.”
Charlotte turned on her heels and strode toward the door.
Brahnt caught her in five seconds flat, slamming his hand on the door as Charlotte grabbed the knob.
“I don’t think so. You don’t get to walk out on me because you don’t like direct speech. Or the consequences of your own actions.”
“I had a life before you, Brahnt. You don’t get to imply I’m a sloppy attention seeker instead of a businesswoman!”
Brahnt put hands on Charlotte's shoulders and leaned in enough to pin her against the door.
“You did have a life. I accept that life. But you’re with me now and I—” he nipped Charlotte’s ear “—don’t share.”
