He gives me a considering look.
“But most of the time was spent practising blowjobs,” I say because I can’t resist and I need to see his reaction.
He frowns, but his eyes darken with something appreciative. “Typical Dyfri.”
I give him a filthy grin and the surprise that flashes across his face fills me with joy. This is excellent. A small win is still a win. And unnerving the haughty prince is so very satisfying. I need to figure out how to do more of it.
Rhydian turns sharply on his heels and yanks me after him by the leash. But we both still know I won that round.
We reach his office and he points to the spot on the floor where I spent hours kneeling on my first day here. My heart sinks. Great, just great. I’ve talked myself out of the frying pan and into the fire. Now I’m going to be in discomfort as well as bored.
I get into position. I will not waste my breath by telling Rhydian that I have changed my mind and would rather spend the day alone in his rooms. This is what I asked for, so I’m going to grin and bear it.
Rhydian settles at his desk. The long unending hours stretch out before me, but suddenly the door flies open and the lilac haired fey walks in.
My heart rate quickens. This guy suggested sealing my ears and eyes with wax. Or was he the one that said to sew my lips shut? Whatever vile cruelty he came up with,I clearly remember the glee in his eyes as he said it. He is dangerous and I am not happy that he is here.
“You are supposed to knock, Mabon,” says Rhydian in a tone of weary exasperation.
“Whatever,” says Mabon with a dismissive wave of his hand. His amethyst eyes fix on me and light up. “Oh! You brought your pet. Can I play with it?”
“No.”
Mabon strides towards me as if he hasn’t heard Rhydian. I shrink back.
“Is it true they bleed red?” he asks.
I squeak, but Rhydian reaches down, places a heavy hand on my shoulder and holds me in place.
“Yes.”
“And they can make themselves cum?” Mabon claps his hands together in glee.
Another squeal of alarm escapes me, but Rhydian is holding me firmly in place. There is no escape. Nothing I can do apart from endure this.
“Yes.”
“Can I see?”
Oh fuck. Please no. Please, please no. Cold horror is washing through my veins. A completely different visceral reaction to when Rhydian wanted to see the very same thing.
“No.”
Relief courses through me. Strong enough to make me tremble. I want to kiss Rhydian’s feet in gratitude, but screw that. This reaction is probably the only reason he told his brother no, so I’m not giving him thesatisfaction.
The lilac haired prince peers down at me. He is so close that the hem of his lavender silk robes are nearly brushing my knees.
“He is not very pretty,” he frowns.
Well, fuck him then. I know I’m not a ten, but I’m at least a seven. For a human. Judging me by fey standards is deeply unfair.
“I didn’t choose him for his looks,” says Rhydian with his eyes fixed firmly on the paperwork before him.
His calm statement hurts far more than it should. What is wrong with me? I’d rather be taken captive because I’m desirable, then because of a father I’ve never met? That’s absurd.
Mabon pouts. A full on, petulant pout. “When do I get a pet?”
“When you have earnt one.”
