They mutter and grumble, but switch direction and steer me towards another door that leads to a cubicle with a toilet and sink.
“Thank you,” I say as I shoo them out.
I do my business, open the door and shriek when I find them all right outside, staring up at me. They hustle me towards the bath again and this time I go willingly. I step into the water and blessed heat seeps into me. I sigh and quickly sink in up to my neck. This is wonderful.
It’s like a jacuzzi without the bubbles. There is a comfy seat against the edge of the bath. I settle into it. Tiny hands run through my hair and I yelp. A fey gives me a disparaging look and holds up a bottle of what looks like shampoo. Ah, okay. They want to wash my hair. I’m not one to object to a bit of pampering.
I close my eyes, lean back, and let them continue. They do a great job with my hair. Then they make me get out of the bath. They dry me with fluffy towels before leading me over to a massage table. Okay. Free spa day.
After an excellent massage with gorgeous smelling oils, they dress me in silks and take me back to Rhydian, who is sitting at a breakfast table under a huge bay window. Golden sunlight is illuminating the absurdly vast array of fruits on display.
Rhydian is reading a newspaper and completely ignoring me. Which is fine by me. I slide into the chair opposite him and help myself to some grapes and orange slices. I don’t recognise some of the other fruits, and I’m not eating strange fey food that could have god knows what effect.
I pop a grape into my mouth. It is delicious. I look out of the window at a pretty garden. Perhaps this being abducted stuff won’t be so bad. I always thought I was destined to be a regional manager, not the plaything of a fey prince. But I think I could adjust. Rhydian doesn’t seem too bad.
I snort softly to myself. I’m so shallow that a bit of luxurious living has swayed me. He doesn’t give a shit about my consent, but he gives me a spa day and it’s all good?
A door opens and the dark-haired fey prince walks in. The one who suggested that Rhydian cut off my cock and keep it in a jar. He looks absolutely beautiful in his flowing blood red robes. I frown and eat another grape.
The intruder sinks into an exquisitely graceful curtsy. “I’m so delighted you sent for me, brother dearest.”
Rhydian merely huffs in reply and puts his paper down. Rude. But interesting. It seems Rhydian holds more power and outranks his brother. Does it mean he is older, or is fey politics more confusing than that?
Rhydian stands. “Teach my pet what he needs to know,” he says as he strides away.
The dark-haired fey curtseys to Rhydian’s back. “It will be my pleasure.”
The door shuts. The pink-haired servants have vanished. I’m alone with a fey who wants to cut off my cock.
Dark eyes rake over me. Then he slides into Rhydian’s seat and starts helping himself to breakfast. I watch him warily.
“So what do you know?” he asks and all the honeyed sweetness has gone from his voice.
I swallow. “Nothing.”
He rolls his eyes and takes a bite of what I think is watermelon. “Figures.”
He pours himself a cup of tea from a pot I hadn’t even seen hidden amongst all the fruit. He sips at it regally. Then he looks over at my place setting, sees I don’t have a drink and pours me a cup. He slides it over to me.
“Thanks,” I mumble.
He raises one jet black eyebrow, but says nothing. We eat and drink in silence for a few moments.
“Don’t look anyone in the eye,” he says as he waves a piece of melon around. “Don’t speak unless spoken to. Walk three steps behind Rhydian.”
“Okay,” I say. I’m not sure how I’m going to remember all this.
“I’ll take you through some curtsies,” he says as he picks up a banana. “But the most important skill you need to master, is sucking cock.”
He holds the banana up and gives it a long, utterly filthy lick. I splutter over my cup of tea and nearly choke.
He laughs. A rich musical laugh which ends abruptly as he jumps off of his chair.
“Come on, let’s get to work.”
Meekly, I abandon my breakfast and follow him to the middle of the room. He makes me curtsy over and over again. Then he makes me lick and suck on a banana until it goes all soggy and gross. But my oh my, the tips and tricks he gives me are wonderful. I almost want to try them out for real. This level of knowledge is worth the embarrassment of being taught. I’ll escape from here and my newfound skills will make me extremely popular.
Finally, he calls a break and I flop back against the sofa. My jaw hurts and there is banana goo everywhere.
