I huff and cross my arms. Rhydian raises an eyebrow, but I’m not going to tell him I’m pissy because no one has braided my hair.
“Pleasure yourself,” he says suddenly.
Okay, I was not expecting that. I thought he was going to ask why I am glaring at him in a strop. Or order me to blow him. This is going to take my mind a few moments to process.
“I can’t. It doesn’t work like that,” I say eventually, when my brain cells have caught up.
“Why not?” he all but sneers.
I glare at the imperious asshole. To think I was softening towards him. But now, after hearing Dyfri’s story, and how presumably, Rhydian has done nothing to help his own brother, I’m back to fully hating this jerk. Gah! Even the way he bossed Dyfri around this morning and treated him as if he was nothing, is annoying.
“I’m waiting for an answer, little pet.”
Smug bastard. “I need to be aroused, and not scared,” I tell him with my head held high.
His eyes narrow. “You managed well enough last night.”
Because you cuddled me, got me to relax. And you played with my nipples and poured freaky oil on me! I want to shout at him.
“I thought I needed to learn that my pleasure doesn’t come from my cock,” I say instead.
Suddenly, my back is pressed against the wall, and he is inches from me. I stifle my yelp and swallow audibly instead.
“I am prepared to give you one last kindness.” He holds up a black silk pouch. “I’m placing your cock in this andnever taking it off. You won’t be able to touch it, and no one else will.”
I shudder. That’s a truly terrifying thought. It is too much. Too overwhelming. My mind shies away from it and latches onto something banal. “How will I pee?”
“You will sit,” he frowns.
“But the bag will get all wet and gross!” I protest.
His eyes swirl with outrage, annoyance and a grudging respect, presumably at my defiance. I’m getting much better at reading him. Or he is letting his walls down. Either way, it is progress.
“You think so little of my magic weaving skills?” he asks.
“I know nothing of magic weaving skills, yours or anyone else’s!” I snap and it feels as if all my pent up rage is pouring out.
He lets out a little growl. Low and quiet. It rumbles through me and floods me with fear. It is a sound no human can make. My anger extinguishes with a whimper. My primal senses understand that I am no match for this man. Submission is my only chance of survival.
“Last chance to ever touch your cock.”
I stare at him. Oh my goodness. I’m actually hard. Was it being pushed against the wall? The arguing? The growl reminding me that this is very much a predator before me? I don’t have a clue. All I know is that I’m clearly sick and twisted.
I suck in a breath as his nimble fingers pull something at my waist, but this time my robes don’t slide off, they fall open, like an untied bathrobe.
His eyes haven’t left my own. Not once. I don’t think he has even blinked, but somehow I know he is acutely aware of my erection.
“Last chance,” he whispers softly.
Last chance to ever touch my own cock? I know nearly nothing about Rhydian, but I believe him. He doesn’t make idle threats. His words have weight. He is speaking the truth. This is my last chance to touch myself. Ever.
I’m a young man, with needs. People think I’m strange for being a virgin, but it is an intellectual choice. My body very much wants to fuck and be fucked. All the time.
I jack off daily. Sometimes, more than once a day. I’m going to miss it. It is going to be torture.
My hand is shaking as I wrap it around my cock. I don’t break eye contact as I start to stroke myself. Satisfaction and dark desire flash in his beautiful eyes, and my stomach flutters in response.
I pick up the pace, and his breath quickens. He is not unmoved. I have power over him, no matter how small it may be.
