I blink and nod.
“No cock?”
I shake my head.
“No fingers?”
I shake my head.
“No tongue?”
Another shake of my head.
“No toys?’
I freeze as heat flares over my face. Rhydian’s eyes glow, and the faintest hint of colour spreads across his pale cheeks and down his slender neck. But I don’t think it is for the same reason that I am flushing.
“You pleasure yourself with toys?”
I nod. There is no point in denying it.
Rhydian’s expression shifts. All hooded and dark. Hungry. He stares at me intently. One cold finger pushes at my entrance. I’m wet with his spit. I can feel a slight breeze.
Slowly, very slowly, he eases his finger into me. His eyes are fixed on mine, demanding to observe everything I experience as I am breached for the very first time.
My hands twist in the soft furs beneath me. His finger slides deeper into me. There is no pain or discomfort. His finger is long and slender. And inside me. It feels so very different from a toy. I look up at him. His gaze is heated. He is enjoying this. Enjoying me. His pet.
Suddenly, he is gone. He is no longer inside me. He is no longer standing between my legs. I blink and turn my head. He is striding towards his bathroom. What the hell?
I allow my legs to lower from their ungraceful position, while my mind whirls with confusion. A few heartbeats later, Rhydian returns.
“Get in the bed!” he snaps gruffly.
I hurry to obey him. He gets in beside me. The soft lights turn off and the room is plunged into darkness. Rhydian rolls onto his side, his back towards me.
That’s it? We are going to sleep? My hole feels open and prepared. My cock is straining against the cloth of its bag. I need to cum and he is just going to leave me like this? I’d be more furious if he had reached satisfaction, but he hasn’t. If he is torturing me, he is torturing himself too. It doesn’t make any sense.
This man is a confusing bastard. And I’m never going to be able to sleep.
Chapter nine
Sleep is falling away as I drift awake. Seems I did fall asleep after all. Awareness comes piece by piece. I am pulsing with lust, arousal, and need. My body is sweating with it. Pleasure is flowing in my veins. It’s dark. The only sound is my panting breaths.
I’m lying on my stomach. My hips are humping the mattress and dragging my hard cock across the furs. I can feel them through the silk of my cock’s prison.
Rhydian’s fingers are in my ass. Two or three of them, I can’t quite tell. There is so much oil. Wet, soft and warm. It is like a caress of its own.
He is fucking me gently with his fingers. The fullness in my ass feels so good. The slight stretch of my rim. Slow and steady strokes, in and out. I gasp.
How long has he been doing this? How did I sleep through it? Was he so incredibly slow and gentle that I’m only waking up now that I am on the very edge of orgasm?
His fingers thrust deep within me and then fall still. Then they move gently. Soft little circles against the wall of my channel. A cry escapes me. My hips raise up to meet him. I can see stars. Holy fuck! That must be my prostate. I’ve never had any luck in finding it myself, or at least in any way that feels good.
Rhydian apparently has it down to a fine art. His fingers continue to move in small circles while applying a level of pressure that is maddening. I’m clutching onto the furs as if they can save me. Moans and whimpers are pouring out of me.
“Do you want to cum, Pet?”
I shudder. Pleasure and sensation surge. Every nerve ending is alight. I’m drooling into the pillow. Nothing has ever felt so good.
