The glide is soft. Like silk. The oil heats and heats. I whimper. My hips move. Is it chilli oil? It prickles. Sensation is increased. It feels as if the oil seeps into my pores and feeds my arousal. My skin is more sensitive, I can feel his clever fingers far more acutely.
Pleasure is washing over me in waves. My head drops back onto his shoulder. I cannot contain my moans. It feels too good.
“You may pleasure yourself,” he whispers in my ear.
I shiver. I raise my head and look down my body. My nipples are swollen and puffy. Glistening with oil and inflamed. Two thin trails of oil trace down my chest, acrossmy stomach, where they mingle with the precum leaking from my hard cock.
“I will not stop until you cum.”
A filthy moan pours out of me. Having my nipples played with feels divine, but I doubt I can orgasm from it. Being kept in this heightened state of arousal with no relief will soon turn into torture.
Besides, I really, really want to cum.
My hand reaches down and I start stroking myself. I’d like to collect some precum to use as lube, but I don’t want any more of that oil on my cock. And dry is perfectly fine.
Somehow, even though I can’t see him, I can tell he is watching me intently. His eyes fixed on my hand moving up and down my very hard cock. His fingers continue to torment my nipples and the cacophony of sensations is too much. My hips buck. I cry out and I cum. Hard. Pleasure exploding through me and whiting out all of my senses.
“Lucky saesneg,” he says softly in a tone of awe.
“What?” I gasp. My lungs are still trying to remember how to breathe.
I guess my translator can’t cope with the word saesneg, but Rhydian said it in the exact same tone I would use to call someone a lucky bastard.
“Lucky saesneg, being able to pleasure yourself,” he explains.
Okay. That’s got my attention. “You can’t?”
“No fey can,” he clarifies sharply.
“Damn, that sucks,” I say before I can stop myself. But it is true. I can’t imagine anything worse. “Why can’t you?”
I feel him shrug. “Why can’t humans tickle themselves?”
Oh. Well, that has me lost for words. But only for a moment.
“Does that mean fey don’t have a very high sex drive?” I ask.
I’ve been abducted. Fondled. I’ve just jacked off in front of another person for the first time ever, and here I am asking questions about biology.
Rhydian laughs. Low and deep. I feel the rumble of it spread from his chest to mine.
“Oh, pet. Fey have extremely high sex drives.”
I swallow tightly. Well, shit. A high sex drive and no way to sort themselves out. I’m so fucked. Literally. Life as a pet is going to be very interesting.
Chapter five
Sunlight burns through my eyelids as some asshole throws back the curtains. I open my eyes and discover the bedroom has been invaded by a swarm of tiny fey. They all have pink hair, dark skin and pointy little noses and none of them would even come up to my shoulder and I’m far more a short king than a daddy longlegs.
The bed moves as Rhydian leaves it. It is morning, and it seems I survived the night. He didn’t make me suck him or stroke him. He watched me jack off and then he went to sleep. Strange man.
A yawn overtakes me. Wow. I actually feel refreshed. This bed is ridiculously comfortable, and I slept like a baby. Who knew the cure for insomnia was being abducted and ravished by a fey prince?
The little fey tug me out of bed before I fully comprehend what is happening, and lead me over to a hidden door. It opens to reveal a stunning room tiled in a turquoise and gold mosaic. The enormous sunken bath looks so inviting. I look over my shoulder, shouldn’t princes get to wash first? But he is striding through a door on the opposite side of the room and I can see blood-red tiles. Seems Prince Rhydian’s bedroom comes completewith his and his bathrooms. That’s not something I’m going to complain about.
The door closes behind me and the swarm of little fey start herding me towards the water. I’m still naked, apart from the collar, so I guess that’s fine, if nature wasn’t calling.
“I need a pee first!” I say.
