My eyes start to flutter closed as pleasure washes over me.
“Eyes open,” he whispers.
I open my eyes. My knees are shaking. My balls are drawing up. I’m not usually this quick. I guess I like being watched. Or bossed about. Or possibly both. Never knew I was the kinky type, but look at me now.
As my hand reaches the top of my cock, I slide my thumb over my slit. Sensation blooms. I gasp. Rhydian’s eyes widen and he leans in closer, as if he is breathing in my lust.
His pink lips part, and he runs his tongue over them. He is so close, I could lean forward an inch and kiss him.
“Cum for me, pet,” he says.
And I do.
Chapter seven
Ihate this cockbag or whatever it is called. I hate that I stood docile and unmoving and let Rhydian put it on me. I hate that I feel stupidly grateful that he allowed me to play with myself one last time before he put it on. As if he is being magnanimous, and not a sick and perverted captor.
The cockbag feels strange. My hands can’t go anywhere near it. Every time I try, they are pushed away like being repelled by a magnet. And If that wasn’t bad enough, the cloth tingles. Ever so slightly. So slightly, I thought I was imagining it at first, but I’m definitely not. The warm sensation keeps giving me a semi. It is infuriating as hell, which is probably the whole point. I’ve only been wearing the thing for nine hours, most of which I was asleep. It is going to drive me insane, I just know it is.
Glaring at Rhydian over the breakfast table, isn’t doing a thing. The smug bastard is just reading his newspaper and ignoring me.
Fine. I can ignore him too. I grab a bunch of strawberries and lean back in my chair. It’s another sunny day. The whole bath and massage routine was lovely again, despite the freaky instantly drying cockbag, but I’m not going tobe so easily swayed. A gilded cage is still a cage, and these fey are extremely dangerous.
Abruptly, Rhydian puts his paper down and strides towards the doors that lead out of his rooms.
“Wait!” I yell as I hastily slide off my chair and hurry after him.
He freezes, but keeps his back to me. I’m beginning to think it is another rude thing that I don’t quite understand.
“Please take me with you,” I say.
He looks back over his shoulder. “Why?”
“Because otherwise I might die of boredom.”
He turns around and his hypnotic eyes rake me up and down. “That’s not a thing.”
“It might be,” I say as I cross my arms.
“It’s not.”
I sigh dramatically. “I think it is a very real possibility for me. I’m not good with being still or not having anything to do.”
Oh shit. I shouldn’t have said that. Now I’m going to be scrubbing Buckingham Palace with a toothbrush or something. But honestly, that would be better than a whole day of being cooped up here alone.
He frowns.
I wait.
Birdsong drifts through the windows. It is funny to think that the outside world is still carrying on pretty much as usual, it is only my personal world that has been upended.
“Go get your leash.”
I’m skipping off towards the bedchamber before I realise that I’m being a simp. Too late now. I find the leashon the chair by the dresser and bring it back to Rhydian. At least he is facing me now. I stand still as he clips it to my collar.
“How much did Dyfri teach you?”
“Don’t look anyone in the eye. Don’t speak unless spoken to. Walk three paces behind you,” I recite.
