Mahk tugged on the rope gently, pulling on my wrists. “Seems tight,” he grunted, eyeing my hands warily.
I chuckled. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.” In truth, the loops were squeezing my
wrists together, biting into my flesh just enough to hurt. But I didn’t want them to loosen it. That would make the ruse less believable. Also... the sensations of rope cutting into my flesh had awakened something inside me —a pleasure at the biting pain, a desire for these Orcs to do more to me, to hold me down, tie me up, and give me more than just their tongues for pleasure.
Shaking away the lustful images, I jerked my chin towards the village. “My mother is the leader, at present. It’s her you need to speak to.”
“Your ma?” Duma raised his eyebrows. “We thought you humans dealt with men.”
“We do, as a ru
