He stays exactly where I put him, hands locked around the headboard, and lets me use his body for my pleasure.
The power of it is intoxicating. Knowing that this massive, dominant Orc is completely at my mercy, following my instructions without question, sends heat flooding through me in waves. I increase my pace, riding him harder, chasing the building pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
"Look at you," I breathe, leaning down to drag my teeth along the thick column of his throat. "So good at following orders when you want to be."
His only response is a strangled groan.
I straighten, changing the angle, and the new position sends him dragging across a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. I cry out, my rhythm faltering, and his hands tighten around the headboard hard enough that I hear the wood creak in protest.
"Romee. Please."
The desperation in his voice is almost enough to break me, but I hold firm, rolling my hips in a deliberate, measured pace that keeps him right on losing control entirely.
"Please what?" I ask, my voice steady despite the way my thighs are trembling with exertion. I lean forward slightly, letting my breasts brush against his chest, watching his eyes go impossibly darker with need. "You're going to have to be more specific, Thrall. I'm sure a man of your vocabulary can articulate exactly what you want."
His jaw clenches, the white-gold caps on his tusks catching the light as he grinds his teeth together. When he speaks again, his voice is raw and rough, barely controlled.
"Let me touch you," he rasps, his entire body tense beneath mine like coiled steel. "Let me—fuck—let me use my hands. Let me make you come. I want to feel you fall apart for me, want to taste you, want to?—"
He cuts himself off with a strangled groan as I deliberately squeeze around him, watching with dark satisfaction as his control splinters just a little bit more.
"No," I gasp, grinding down against him in tight circles that pull ragged sounds from both of us. "You're going to stay right there and watch me take what I need from you."
He swears, low and filthy, his hips flexing beneath me in tiny, aborted movements that tell me he's hanging on to his control by a thread.
I brace one hand on his chest and slide the other between my legs, my fingers finding the swollen bundle of nerves where we're joined. The dual sensation of him filling me and my own touch sends pleasure crashing through me in waves that steal my breath and blur my vision.
"That's it," he growls, his voice rough and wrecked. "Touch yourself. Show me."
I'm too far gone to reprimand him for talking. My fingers move faster, circling and pressing as I ride him with increasing desperation. The pressure building inside me reaches a breaking point, and then I'm shattering, crying out his name as my release slams through me leaving me shaking.
My body clenches around him rhythmically, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me, and somewhere in the haze I hear him make a sound that's pure animal need.
I collapse forward onto his chest, boneless and trembling, and his arms immediately come down from the headboard to wrap around me, holding me against him with careful strength.
"I didn't tell you to move your hands," I mumble against his skin, too wrung out to put any real authority behind the words.
"I don't care."
I laugh breathlessly, and he rolls us suddenly, putting me on my back and settling between my thighs without pulling out. The shift drives him deeper, and I gasp at the renewed sensation.
"My turn," he rumbles, his mouth finding the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
"I was in charge."
"You were. Now I am." He pulls almost all the way out and drives back in with one deep, powerful thrust that makes my back arch off the mattress. "And I'm not stopping until you come apart for me again."
He sets a pace that's deep and relentless, each thrust deliberate and controlled. His mouth maps a path down my throat to my collarbone, teeth scraping lightly over my pulse point. One of his hands slides down to grip my hip, angling me exactly where he wants me, and the other braces beside my head, holding his weight off me even as he drives into me with increasing intensity.
The pleasure builds again, faster this time, winding tight in my core. I wrap my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his shoulders, and meet him thrust for thrust.
"That's it," he growls against my skin. "Take it. Take everything."
I'm already close, my body still sensitive from my first release, and when he shifts the angle just slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside me with devastating accuracy, I shatter again. The orgasm rolls through me in endless waves, and somewhere in the haze I feel him follow me over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spills inside me with a rough, guttural groan.
We collapse together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked and tangled.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. He's still buried inside me, his weight braced carefully to keep from crushing me, and I can feel his heartbeat thundering against me.
