Page 38 of Caged By the Orc

I clench my jaw, forcing myself to ignore her threats. They're as empty as her promises of love had been. My focus remains on getting her off my property as quickly as possible, my long strides eating up the distance to the gate. As we reach it, I set her down none too gently on the other side, my hands itching to be rid of her.

"Stay away from me, Connie," I warn, my voice as cold and hard as steel. My amber eyes bore into hers, conveying theseriousness of my words. "And stay the fuck away from Josie. If I see you here again, I won't be so nice. Trust me, you don't want to test me on this."

"Fuck you!" Connie screams, pounding her fist on the gate. "I just wanted to talk to you! I'm… I'm struggling right now, Sarod, don't you see that? And I need your help!"

"And what happened to all those other orcs you've been with?" I ask, perking a brow. My voice drips with sarcasm as I continue, "Have they gotten rid of your ass, too? I don't blame them. Must be exhausting, dealing with your screaming day in and day out."

"Sarod!" Connie hangs on the gate, her knuckles turning white from her grip. Her eyes are wild, desperate. "Sarod, please! I need money! You don't understand how bad things are!"

"I knew it," I say, shaking my head in disgust. The pieces fall into place, and I can't help but laugh bitterly. "I fucking knew you had some ulterior motives to showing up around here. It's always about what you can get, isn't it? Fuck off, Connie. It's not gonna happen. Not now, not ever."

"No!" she shrieks, rattling the gate. "You can't do this to me!"

I stare at her, really seeing her for the first time. How was I blind for so long? Why did I tolerate her shit when this is how ugly and disgusting she's always been? The entitlement, the manipulation, the sheer audacity of it all.

Now that I have Josie, the difference is night and day. It's like comparing a precious stone to a lump of coal. Josie's warmth, her genuine care... it makes Connie's toxicity stand out even more. And I'll be damned if I ever give Josie up for a piece of trash like her.

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JOSIE

Sarod returns to me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. Behind us, Connie's rabid screaming echoes, but it's distant, a world away from the safety of Sarod's gaze. He takes my hand, his grip firm and reassuring, and leads me inside, away from the chaos.

We barely make it to his bedroom before he pulls me close, his hands expertly undressing me. Each button, each fabric snap, surrenders to his touch. He doesn't rush, but there's an urgency in his movements, a hunger that matches my own. His lips find mine, claiming them with a fierce tenderness that leaves me breathless.

"You're all mine, Josie," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a deep rumble that resonates within me. His hands explore my body, tracing lines of fire that ignite my desires. Each touch, each kiss, is a declaration, a promise.

I can't help but melt into him, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles beneath his skin. His words echo in my mind, "You're all mine," and I find myself surrendering to the truth of them. I am his, completely, irrevocably.

He pauses, his eyes searching mine, and I see the vulnerability there, the raw need. "Say it, Josie," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Say you're mine."

My heart hammers in my chest, and I can feel the weight of the moment, the significance of the words. I take a deep breath, looking into his amber eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings reflected back at me. "I'm yours, Sarod," I whisper, my voice filled with conviction. "All yours."

Sarod's lips claim mine with a fierce passion that leaves me breathless. His hands, rough and powerful, grip my waist, pulling me against him. I can feel his heart beating in rhythm with mine.

Without a word, he guides me onto the bed, his strength making me feel both vulnerable and safe. His eyes, those deep amber pools, never leave mine as he trails kisses down my body, each one a brand, a promise. I shiver with anticipation as he moves lower, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"You're mine, Josie," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low growl that resonates within me. I can't respond, can barely think, as his mouth explores every inch of me, claiming me, possessing me.

He pauses at my thighs, his breath warm against my sensitive skin. I squirm, aching for more, but he holds me firmly, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Patience, little one," he teases, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide, and I feel a rush of desire. I'm exposed to him, completely at his mercy, and the sensation is exhilarating. He leans in, his breath hot against my core, and I can't help but let out a soft moan.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against me, sending shivers down my spine. "Let me hear you, Josie. Don't hold back."

And then his mouth is on me, his tongue exploring, tasting, devouring. I gasp, my back arching as I'm overwhelmed by sensation. My hands fist the sheets, desperate for something to anchor me as waves of pleasure wash over me. He's relentless, his movements confident and sure, as if he knows my body better than I do, as if he's claiming it as his own. Each stroke of his tongue sends another jolt of ecstasy through me, and I can't help but cry out his name, surrendering to his touch.

Each flick of his tongue, each suckle of his lips, sends me spiraling closer to the edge. I can't think, can't breathe, can only feel. The room fades away, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on me, the heat of his body, the power of his touch.

I'm close, so close, and he knows it. He growls against me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. "Come for me, Josie," he orders, his voice raw and primal.

And I do. I shatter, my body convulsing with the force of my release. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and I cry out his name, a litany of pleasure and surrender. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow, but continues to feast on me, drawing out my orgasm until I'm a boneless, trembling mess.

Only then does he lift his head, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. "Mine," he growls, the single word a vow, a claim, a promise. And in that moment, I know it's true. I am his, completely and utterly.

Sarod looms over me, his amber eyes blazing with a hunger that sends a thrill down my spine. I can feel the heat of his body, the strength in his muscles as he positions himself between my thighs. His cock, hard and ready, presses against my entrance, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure. He teases me, gliding the head of his cock along my wet folds, but not entering fully. Not yet.

"Look at me, Josie," he commands, his voice a deep growl that resonates within me. I obey, my gaze locked onto his, and Isee the raw desire in his eyes, the fierce need that matches my own.