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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

R ath led me into the bedroom but instead of kissing me again, he sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard. Then he spread his arms so that his wrists were against the tall wooden bedposts on either side.

“Um…what are you doing?” I asked, frowning.

“Putting you in charge,” he answered simply. “Use your magic to bind me. What happens next is completely up to you.”

“You want me to tie you up?” I looked at him uncertainly. “Seriously?”

“I want you to feel safe ,” Rath emphasized. “So go on—tie me up. Just like you did with that fucking Hydra.”

I thought about refusing, but when I considered it, the idea actually appealed to me a lot. I liked the idea of being in charge of the situation. And Rath was right, if there was something in my past that was triggering me, letting me take control might help me get past it.

“Well…all right,” I said. “If you’re really sure.”

“I’m really sure,” he promised. “Go on—do it.”

I concentrated for a minute, closing my eyes and picturing the magic thread in my hands.

“Grow,” I murmured to it. “Get thicker— stronger .”

The thread obeyed me at once. This time I didn’t form a steel cable though—I wanted a rope, but a soft one that wouldn’t chafe the big Orc’s wrists.

When I had the first one fashioned, I sent it to him and we both watched as it wrapped securely around his right wrist and the wooden bed post.

Rath tugged at it experimentally and I saw his biceps bulge as he tested the magic rope.

“It’s good,” he said, nodding as he relaxed his arm. “I can’t break it. Now do the other one.”

This time I didn’t protest—I fashioned another magic rope in less than half the time I had taken to make the first and sent it to tie his other wrist to the other bedpost. Rath tested this one too and nodded.

“Good work—that’s some strong magic you have, baby.”

“Thank you—but you really don’t mind being tied up like this?” I asked.

He rumbled laughter.

“To tell you the truth, I think it’s kind of hot,” he admitted. “In every relationship I’ve ever been in, I’m always the biggest and the strongest. And most women expect me to take charge—which I like, don’t get me wrong,” he added. “But I’ve never been with anyone who’s stronger than me.”

“I’m not stronger than you!” I protested.

“Your magic is stronger than my strength—of the two of us, I’m the weaker one,” he told me.

“And you don’t mind that?” I asked. “Most men would hate it.”

Rath shook his head.

“Human men must be fucking insecure then. I trust you, so I don’t mind you being stronger. Though I can still take charge, if you want me to.”

“You can?” I frowned, perplexed. “How?”

His eyes went suddenly half-lidded and he gave me a slow smile.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Um, what?” I clutched nervously at my cardigan.

“Take off your clothes, baby,” Rath repeated in a low, commanding tone. “Slowly. I want to watch you get naked.”

I bit my lip, hardly knowing what to do.

He looked so sexy, leaning against the headboard with his arms bound to the posts.

His bare chest and abdomen were tight with muscle and the bulge in his gray sweatpants was positively enormous .

I wondered again if I could possibly fit that monster inside me.

But first I had to decide what to do. Was I going to obey his command?

Yes—because I wanted to, I decided. I liked the idea of doing what the big Orc said. I remembered how he’d held me on the couch and called me “good girl”—I wanted to hear that kind of praise again.

Slowly, I took off my sweater. I had a t-shirt on under it which I left on. I took off my yoga pants though, which left my legs bare. (I was glad I had shaved them recently.) That left me in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, which made me feel almost naked. Though not as naked as Rath wanted me.

“Sarah,” he rumbled in that deep, commanding voice again. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”

“I…I’m just…” I licked my lips nervously as years of body image issues rushed to the front of my mind. “I’m not thin,” I said at last.

“I don’t want thin,” he growled softly, his eyes glowing. “I want you, baby. I love your curves—why don’t you show them to me?”

“How about if I just…just take off my bra for now?” I bargained. “I’m just not ready yet to be completely naked.”

Rath frowned, as though considering the matter, but then he nodded.

“All right, you can leave your t-shirt and panties on,” he decided. His voice dipped to a growl. “But then you have to come over here and rub those sweet, ripe tits against me.”

“All right,” I whispered. Reaching back, I unfastened my bra and then pulled it out the armhole of my t-shirt. This left my large breasts bare under the thin fabric.

“Good girl, baby—now come here,” Rath ordered.

I couldn’t help feeling self-conscious as I knee-walked over to him.

I was very aware of the ripe tips of my nipples pressing against the thin white cotton of my t-shirt.

Of course, Rath had seen my breasts and nipples the night before—hell, he’d even sucked the one I shoved in his mouth.

But this time I wasn’t under the influence of a lust potion and I didn’t have the courage it had given me.

But I was strong enough to press against his side, as he had directed.

“ Mmm , baby—straddle me like you did last night,” he growled softly. “Rub against me that way—I want to feel your beautiful, curvy body pressed against mine.”

I did as he said, throwing one leg over his narrow hips. I gave a little squeak when the tip of his shaft poked me right between the legs and Rath rumbled laughter.

“Don’t worry—that’s for later,” he assured me. “For now, just let me feel you against me.”

I liked obeying his orders…but I also liked the feeling that he was helpless to do anything even if I disobeyed him. It made for an interesting and very sexy dichotomy.

Leaning forward, I rubbed my breasts against his broad chest. Then, raising up on my knees, I pressed his face between them, feeling his hot breath through the thin cotton material which made my nipples even tighter than they already were.

“Mmm, baby—your tits are so soft and your nipples are so tight,” he growled when I finally sat up. “How about letting me suck them again?”

I bit my lip.

“You want me to pull up my shirt?”

“Unless you want me to suck them through your t-shirt. But I think it would feel better for both of us if you lifted it and let me suck your bare nipples,” he murmured.

His golden eyes were half-lidded with lust and I could feel him poking me between my legs again with only the fabric of his sweatpants and the silk of my panties between us. This time I didn’t jump away.

“Okay,” I whispered. “But I hope you like what you see.”

“I already know I will—I saw you last night, remember?” he reminded me.

Oh, right. I had been so out of my mind it almost felt like I had been a different person the night before. That had been lust potion Sarah—now I was just regular shy, social anxiety Sarah. Which made it a lot harder to open up. But the thing was, I wanted to open up—Rath was making me want to.

“Okay,” I said again. Reaching down, I lifted the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up, baring my breasts for him completely.

“God!” Rath groaned, his deep voice thick with lust. “Such gorgeous full tits, baby. Bring them here and let me suck them!”

Leaning forward, I pushed one of my nipples against his lips.

Rath opened for me at once and sucked the tender peak into his hot mouth.

I moaned as I felt him swirling his tongue around my nipple, teasing the sensitive tip.

Then he changed tactics and sucked as much of my breast as he could into his mouth, his tusks pressing hard against the curves of my breast.

As he sucked my tingling nipple in long, hard pulls, he kept his eyes fixed on mine. I moaned breathlessly, unable to look away as he teased and sucked me. Again he was sending sparks of pleasure right down between my legs.

At last I didn’t think I could take anymore.

“Please, Rath—can we switch?” I begged softly.

He let my nipple slide from between his lips and nodded.

“Sure, baby,” he said hoarsely. “You know I want to suck them both. But first tell me something—is your little pussy getting hot and wet for me?”

I felt a shock of desire go through me at his forbidden words, but I was too shy to tell the truth, which was that I had never been so hot and wet in my life.

“I…I don’t know,” I said in a small voice.

Rath gave me a stern look.

“Now, Sarah—I think you do know. We both know—is that a wet spot on your panties where your juices are making them see-through?”

I still had my t-shirt pulled up and my legs were spread wide, showing my white silk panties clearly. Looking down, I saw that I did indeed have a big wet spot there. It was making my panties transparent enough to see my pussy lips and even a hint of my clit.

“Oh, I—” I started, beginning to drop my t-shirt to cover myself.

“No!” Rath’s voice stopped me. “No, baby—don’t put your shirt back down. In fact, I want you to be a good girl and take it all the way off now.”

“All…all right.” Slowly, I drew the white t-shirt all the way over my head and let it drop to the mattress beside me. Then I had nothing on but my white silk panties, made transparent by my juices.

“Good girl,” Rath growled again. “Now pull down your panties and let me see that hot little pussy.”

“You…you want me to…?” I couldn’t finish.

In a way, this was further than I had ever gone before.

Though I had tried to have sex with my first boyfriend, we had just turned out the lights and fumbled under the covers.

I had never showed a man my body this intimately before.

I was glad that the only light in the room was the soft golden glow of the lamp on the bedside table.

“Go on,” Rath murmured. “Pull down those panties like a good girl for me.”