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Erik

“Take off your pants. I want to see you in it.” Inessa’s breathy whisper carries the same heady excitement I feel as she releases me and steps back.

I fumble with the buttons on the fly of my jeans in my hurry to have them off, almost tripping as I yank them down my legs.

She doesn’t seem to notice my clumsiness.

When I straighten, she sucks in a breath and reaches for me as if she can’t help herself.

Inside the tight cage, my cock swells impossibly until I feel I might burst through the metal with the force of my arousal.

I shudder when she runs a fingertip over me, the lightest graze of her skin brushing sensitive flesh between the bars.

Fuck.

This feeling is everything. The way she looks at me, the hunger in her gaze .

Still watching me, she undoes her own fly and drops her jeans to the floor. Immediately her scent fills the room. Lush and sweet and thick with desire. She doesn’t even need to tell me. I drop to my knees in front of her just to get closer to the source. When she removes the lacy black panties she had on beneath the jeans, she balls them in her fist and stuffs them in my mouth.

I want to suck on them to draw the flavor onto my tongue, but I can’t. Still, the aroma fills my senses and my head spins like I’ve had eight shots back to back.

Where has this woman been all my life?

I should have been on my knees before her years ago.

That’s the last coherent thought I have for a while because she lifts her top over her head and the bra follows shortly after. She’s completely naked in front of me. Completely stunning.

I don’t know if I’d rather devour her or just watch with the best view in the world while she plays with herself.

Lifting one foot, she places it on my thigh. Just that tiny movement adds another sucker punch of her scent to knock out my senses.

I groan around the panties as she slowly pushes two fingers into her soaking wet folds and lifts them for me to inspect.

She wasn’t lying.

Not that I thought she was.

Her fingers are slick with moisture. As she spreads them, it trails between them in a thin line, and I’m desperate for a taste. With the panties in my mouth, I can’t do anything but watch as she wipes her fingers across my lips, wishing my tongue was free to curl around them, to draw them into my mouth .

I never thought I’d regret having her used panties, but now I do.

Until she smiles at me.

Oh god, her smile. It could lift me to my feet—all seven foot of me. It could inspire me to run a marathon, to break world records, to—

“Get on the bed.”

Once again my cock strains at the cage while I leap to my feet and bound to the bed. Not knowing what to do, I sit with my back against the headboard and watch and hope.

Inessa crawls on with me. It’s high—it’s built for orcs. So she has to climb up onto it. Her breasts dangle like ripe fruit I want to pluck as she moves toward me, and I sit on my hands so I don’t give in to temptation.

She stops about a foot from me.

My cock aches.

The smile on her face is positively wicked. “I want you to touch me.”

I feel that instruction right to my fingertips and toes. I blink wondering if I imagined it. She wants me to touch her?

Only the thing I’ve been dreaming of since I first saw her.

Inessa turns and crawls backward until she’s in my lap, her back pressed against my belly and chest, giving me access to so many places on her I feel like a kid in a candy store.

It also has the side effect of putting extra pressure on my cage. Pressure I don’t need to feel right now. Gritting my teeth, I ignore it and focus on her. I am not going to mess up this opportunity. No sir. “Where? How?” My voice comes out croaky. My throat is dry .

The need to touch her is a palpable force surging through my veins.

Inessa takes my larger hand in hers and guides it to her body.

I groan as we cup her soft breast together, squeezing and massaging so I can feel the shape and weight of it. The full plumpness, the hard nipple against my palm.

She lets out a soft sigh, and the ache of it tightens my balls and swells my chest.

I can do this. I can please her just the way she wants me to.

Whatever has given her the courage to trust me in this moment, I’m not going to question any longer.

My heart is in my throat as she guides my right hand away from her breast to skate down her belly. The taut flesh dances under my touch. Her back arches as my fingertips push through the soft tuft of hair on her mound.

Finally I’m sinking into wet sweetness. I’m so keyed up, just having my fingers in her pussy feels like I’ve sunk my cock inside her.

I’m rocking my hips along with her as I find her clit and she shows me how she wants it.

Slow and firm, big circles around her swollen nub. She sighs when I catch her rhythm.

I know I’m doing it right when she releases my hand, gripping my arm instead. “More.”

Oh fuck.

I push deeper, plunging my fingers inside her as she rolls her hips and angles to let me in .

Inessa cries out as I spear two thick fingers into her tight hole. I freeze wondering if I should stop, but she only digs her nails into my arm, sending a spike of sensation through me.

“Keep going.”

I thrust inside her.

“Yes.”

I pick up speed again, curling my fingers until I find a place that draws a moan from her.

She turns her head, biting down on my upper arm to quiet her sounds.

That’s just fine with me. There’s no way I’m stopping now. Not without a direct command from her.

My ma and my whole family could burst in here for all I care. The only thing I’m focused on is making this goddess of a woman feel amazing.

Oh fuck, did I think the cage was torture before?

As her pleasure grows, I’m sure I’ve broken something. The cage. My dick. It hardly matters. I’m trapped by her, in her. A slave to her pleasure and her need, and there’s no place I’d rather be.

How can I be both obsessed with the need to come and feel like I’m drowning and her orgasm is the air I need to live?

Dipping my head down to her neck, I reach forward with my other hand. She’s so small compared to me that I can wrap myself around her to plunge the fingers of one hand into her pussy while I stroke her clit with the other.

She bucks.

She bites down so hard on me I know I’ll have a mark later. My balls tighten in response .

Then her pussy spasms so forcefully my fingers are nearly ejected and a gush of wetness lets me know I’ve done my job.

I don’t stop until she eases her jaw open and releases my arm. I slow my movements and pause with my fingers buried deep inside her.

Inessa lets out a shuddering sigh. “Oh god,” she whispers, laying her head back against my chest. “I love that cage on you.”

I love it too... and I hate it.

I wear it the rest of the day, only taking it off to shower. I’m constantly aware of her with every movement. I somehow make it through dinner and a conversation with my family, but I hardly know what is said.

Inessa is quiet, but it’s not an unhappy silence. Her shoulders lack the tension I’ve come to expect. Her expression is calm and serene.

I can sense her taking everything in, following the conversation. She replies when someone asks her a question but doesn’t elaborate. That’s fine, of course, because my mother talks enough for five orcs. Dad gives me a wink from the opposite side of the table when he thinks no one is looking. He has been silent too, watching.

With a smile, he jerks his head in a small gesture toward Inessa. “I like her,” he mouths.

I grin. Ma can complain all she likes, but I know those three words will be repeated to her at the end of the day and they’ll hold more sway in the matter than anything else.

When we escape back to our bedroom at the end of the night, Inessa is unexpectedly tender with me. She takes longer than I do preparing for bed, of course. What female wouldn’t?

When she has brushed her hair and changed into pajamas and moisturized her pretty pale skin, she crawls into bed and snuggles up against my side. “Should we take off the cage now, moye Solnishko?”

I blink. A pet name?

How did I get so lucky?

I laugh softly. “Can I keep it on a little longer? I’m not sure I’m ready to quit yet!”

She makes a contented noise and settles in.

I lie in the dark, one arm wrapped around her, staring up at the ceiling.

After a while, I wonder if she’s fallen asleep and breathe the word she said aloud, trying to memorize it. “Solnishko.”

Her voice is soft and sleepy and she doesn’t open her eyes. “In English it is sunshine.”

We’re both quiet after that.

I drift to sleep with a grin on my face and sweet ache in my balls, sure in the knowledge that I belong utterly to this woman.