So no, sadly, I don’t think I can take him.
Our eyes meet, and he gives me a soft smile. I gulp. I swear he knows exactly what I was just thinking and the conclusion I just came to. And he approves. And I like that he approves.
I’m seriously losing the plot.
The door bangs open and I flinch. Water sloshes against the side of the tiles. Several waist high people walk in. They all have candy floss pink hair, and each one is carrying a plump red cushion with a dog collar on it.
Oh god, please tell me those aren’t for me. But all the evidence is pointing to them, in fact, being for me. He claimed me as his pet, and pets wear collars. And there is no one else here.
Mabon lets out a little squeal when he sees the selection. He picks one up and examines it.
“Out!” he says, while clicking his fingers in my direction.
I’m wading towards the steps before I have even thought about it. What the hell? Why am I obeying him?
I suck in a fortifying breath. Fuck it. I’m striding out with my head held high. I’m going to act with dignity and pride. That’s going to be far more impactful than resisting every tiny little thing and getting beaten for it.
Water streams off of me. It’s warm in the bathroom, so I’m not shivering and my dick hasn’t shrivelled up. But Mabon is not even looking at me. He is far too engrossed in inspecting the collars.
“Kneel,” he says while pointing at the floor.
I grind my teeth. There is no point in being stupid over inconsequential things, I remind myself. Slowly, with as much grace as I can muster, I sink to my knees. The tiles are warm, but hard. I hope I’m not going to be here for long.
Mabon barely glances at me. He picks up a soft brown collar. He steps right up to me. So close that his silks brush my nose and his sweet smelling scent floods my senses. What is that? Apricot? Strawberry? Cinnamon and sugar? Whatever it is, it’s a battle not to inhale deeply.
He fastens the collar around my neck. His fingers do not touch my skin. He steps back to admire his handiwork.
“Oh! It matches his nipples!” he exclaims.
A prickly, itchy heat creeps insidiously across my face. Oh my god.
Mabon taps a finger against his supple looking lips. His eyes are narrowed, and a look of intense concentration is on his face.
“No,” he says eventually. “I want it to be clear he is mine.”
He removes the brown collar and tosses it carelessly aside. Then he picks up a collar encrusted with sparkling purple crystals. It looks like a collar for a cat. A spoiled Persian princess of a show cat.
He buckles it around my neck and I feel my manhood die.
Mabon claps his hands together. His strange eyes are sparkling.
“Perfect!” he gushes.
He shoos the little pink haired people away. Then he throws a ridiculously soft towel at me. It hits me in the face, but then I catch it.
“Come,” he beckons imperiously before striding through a side door.
I stagger to my feet and hurry after him while trying to dry myself at the same time. Everything is happening far too fast. I can’t keep up. I need time to freeze so I can catch my breath and process what the hell is happening. But the universe has never been kind, and I very much doubt Mabon is either. He will not give me a breather. So somehow, I need to suck it up.
I look up and find myself in a sumptuous bedroom. The bed is enormous and strewn with hundreds of cushions. Everything is dazzling white and gold. Even the carpet feels plush and decadent against my toes.
While I have been taking in my surroundings, Mabon has been rummaging in a dresser. Suddenly, he turns and strides towards me. I take a hasty step backwards before stopping myself. But I’m not going to stop protecting my junk with this towel.
He holds out a pretty silver earring. I blink at him.
He rolls his eyes. “Put it in. Speaking your tongue is tiresome.”
I stare at the earring. It’s dangly. Three feathers. Nothing like the small gold ring I currently have in.
