Page 41 of First Comes Orc, Second Comes Baby
“You're asking me to take a massive leap of faith. I'm going to have to give up my career in a few months, which will impact my social media hustle, and now you want me to give up my side gig too? I'm going to be dependent on you!”
“In what universe is that not right and proper? You're pregnant with my child. I'm not poor. Why should you work instead of focusing on the baby. . .and my cock?”
Charlotte let out a breath through gritted teeth. She refused to be drawn by his deliberate provocation. “Maybe because I enjoy my work? It's fulfilling, it gives me purpose outside of family. Family can't be everything.Youcan't be everything.”
Though. . .tempting. She’d entertained sex slave fantasies before, and it occurred to her that Brahnt was the personality type to try that out with.
“Why not?” Brahnt's voice was cool in her ear.
“Do you want a whiny, clingy Human who’s dodging your heels every minute of the day while you're trying to work or rest or do whatever? Is that what you want? Because you're letting the bonding hormones do most of your thinking for you right now.”
Brahnt ground his groin against her ass. “No, I'm pretty certain it's my cock doing the thinking for me right now.”
Charlotte snorted. The Orc was so outrageous it was hard to stay angry with him.
Focus, damn it. Establish boundaries.
“You're going to have to accept that I want a life outside of the home. And right now—”
“Do you think I can't make a few phone calls and have your account shut down?”
Charlotte froze. “Exactly what is it your company does again?”
Brahnt chuckled. “We've been legal for two full generations now.”
“Wait what?”
“No, Charlotte, I don't have to threaten anyone. But my family knows people. If we don't know people, then our people know people.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes, gasping when Brahnt's teeth sank into the side of her neck, his hardness still grinding slowly against her. “You mean the filthy rich boys’ network.”
“Exactly that. The network I can wield for your benefit, or to your detriment. You choose.”
Obviously, therapy wasn't doing its job, because she should be a lot angrier about this. But it wasn't like she had begun her OnlyFans account out of a need for artistic expression. It was purely a cash grab, and something of a raunchier outlet to tide her over during her celibate streak.
“Just take my money, Charlotte,” Brahnt said, “as sweetly as you take my cock. It's not that difficult.” Brahnt cupped her buttock, squeezing. “Take it like a good Human. You know I'm going to win this argument, so you might as well submit now and enjoy what I'm trying to give you.”
It was the thread of frustration in Brahnt's voice that had Charlotte relenting. Frustration that wasn't simply from a need to control, but a thwarted need to give.
Charlotte sighed, resting her forehead against the door and arched her back, finally reciprocating.
“Once we get married, then we'll sit down and talk about a household budget. I'm willing to use you for your money up to a certain point—but I’m going to have a life, and that life is going to include social media in some shape or form. Also a job.” She felt Brahnt's grimace.
“Everything is open to negotiation,” the Orc muttered. “Clearly I haven't been fucking you right.”
And clearly Brahnt had decided to remedy that lack right now.
Brahnt slid a hand around the front of her waist, unsnapping the button of her jeans and pulling down the zipper with a metallic click, then dug his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down.
Charlotte obliged by toeing off her shoes and kicking them aside, giving her pants the same treatment as Brahnt slid fingers between her thighs, stroking her clit, his teeth gnawing into her shoulder as his free hand roved up her stomach and cupped her breast.
“Do you want me?” Brahnt whispered, voice hot and guttural. “Do you want me to fuck this tight little pussy? Right here, right now?”
Charlotte's only response was a gasp and moan as the fingers caressing her clit slid down and slipped inside her sheath as he whispered filthy words in her ear.
“You pretend to be such a defiant, independent Human, but you know all of that is posturing,” Brahnt said. “It's your way of begging for my cock. For me to take you hard and fast. For me to show you who owns you. That's what you want, isn't it, Charlotte? You want me to own you.”
“Two year’s. . .therapy. . .down. . .drain. . .” Charlotte gasped.
