Page 27 of Obeying the Orc
Knot growled. “I need you higher on the bed.” He grabbed two pillows, lifted me briefly to place them beneath my stomach, then rearranged me to his liking, again with my center spread wide for claiming. Forpunishment. “Much better.”
He patted my sore bottom cheeks, then commenced rubbing them as he stood behind me, his erect cock brushing against the backs of my thighs. Eventually, he gripped my ass, spread my cheeks wide apart, and placed his cock directly at my core, positioning himself to thrust deep in my aching quim, though not quite entering me.
Propped up on the pillows, so very high on the bed, my toes couldn’t touch the ground. I couldn’t move much at all, and I gripped the bedcovers and held my breath, waiting for that first brutal drive.
Would it hurt?
Would it hurtandbring pleasure at the same time?
Gods knew how badly I was aching to be filled up. Surely, I would derive some pleasure from the rough pounding he was about to give me. Even if he didn’t allow me to come, at least I would feel his hugeness inside me, filling up the parts of me that needed to be filled.
Keeping my cheeks spread wide, he applied pressure to my aching chasm, and I sucked in a huge breath as I trembled and ached and silently pleaded for that first thrust.
“Remember this is a punishment, Natalee.” His fingers tightened on my bottom. “You’ll be an obedient little slave and remain in place while your master fucks you fast and hard to teach you a lesson, won’t you?”
I whimpered. “Yes, Master.”
“Good little female.”
Then he slammed into me with a force that made my head spin. He immediately set a rapid, punishing pace of fucking.
CHAPTER15
KNOT
Sunlight poured through the windows,signaling the arrival of morning. I drew Natalee closer underneath the covers, holding her securely in my arms. She sighed softly in her slumber and snuggled against me. In sleep, she looked peaceful and relaxed, the lines of worry that often creased her brow entirely absent.
As I held her, my cock thickened as I replayed the events of last night. After giving her another long, hard punishment fuck, I’d taken mercy on her and permitted her a release. I’d gently placed her on the bed, nudged her thighs apart, and lapped at her clit until she shattered. Then I’d helped her clean up and tucked her into bed next to me, promising I would be with her when she awoke in the morning.
Having her in my arms felt so very right. This was where she belonged. At my side. Why couldn’t she see it? Why did she persist in her stubbornness?
I reminded myself that I had the funds to keep her away from all other males even while she remained at The Sweet Siren. Though she might not belong to me in name yet, she still very much belonged to me. I would gladly spend my entire fortune just to keep her untouched by the other patrons of the brothel, though at fifty gold pieces a night, it would take decades before I ran out of funds.
Decades. I almost laughed after I finished the calculation, but then I frowned as I peered down at Natalee. I couldn’t wait that long for her to become my wife. My mate. Eventually, if she persisted in her stubbornness, I would lose control and steal away with her. As much as I didn’t want her to view me as her kidnapper, I was starting to worry that might be the only way to take her away from this place.
Would she believe in my affection for her if I took her back to the Northern Isles? Would that make her finally stop fretting over whether I was meant to become the town priest?
Though I’d come to Faircross on a whim, I couldn’t deny that I liked the town and the surrounding mountains. I also couldn’t deny that I liked the luxurious homestead I’d had built. But I cared more about Natalee. I honestly didn’t care where we lived as long as we were together.
A faint knock sounded on the door, and I propped myself up on an elbow and watched as the door opened and Lottie entered with a breakfast tray. She gave me a cold look as she set the tray near the bed. I noticed there were two covered plates, as well two steaming mugs of coffee, and I gave her a nod of thanks.
“She agree to marry you yet?” Lottie asked in a whisper as she crossed her arms.
I suppressed a growl. “Not yet.”
The cook shook her head with an air of exasperation. “In that case, be sure she drinks her special tea.” Uncrossing her arms, she gestured at a third mug that rested on the tray which held the tea that would prevent pregnancy. I frowned at the beverage and had the sudden urge to fling it against the wall.
“Very well,” I grumbled.
Lottie’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Ah, so you want to be a father, do you?”
I glared at the nosey cook. “Only if Natalee is the mother. More than anything, I want to marry her and start a family together.”
The stubborn female in question stirred in her sleep, and her eyes gradually blinked open. She peered at me with a tired smile, and as her gaze swept around the room and she noticed Lottie standing close by, she yanked the covers higher to her neck.
“Good morning, child.”
“Good morning, Lottie. Is everything okay?”
