I close my eyes and concentrate on coordinating my lungs.
“Laurie,” Selwyn says quietly. Almost a whisper. “I will not fuck you until you are ripe.”
My heart flutters, and my stomach swoops. “Thank you!” I exclaim fervently.
Selwyn stiffens. He recoils as if slapped.
Oh heavens. That was very insulting of me. My mind flounders, but I cannot think of a single way to take it back or make it less cutting.
“I rescind your thanks.”
Oh my goddess, I’m such an idiot. I insulted him and thanked him. Two fuck-ups in one. Will I never learn?
“Goodnight, Laurie.”
“Goodnight, my lord husband,” I squeak.
We lie in the dark. On our backs, at the furthest ends of the large bed. Motionless and silent. Our breaths are the only sound. He is not sleeping. I’m definitely not sleeping.
Time ticks by slowly in the dark. It is going to be a long, long night.
Suddenly, my mind swirls with disorientation. Sunlight. It is morning. I must have fallen asleep after all. How befuddling.
I open my eyes. I’m still on my back on the edge of the bed. Selwyn is still on his side of the bed. The curtains are open, but there are no servants. We are still alone.
“Were you told that fey cannot masturbate?" Selwyn says into the silence.
I jump at the sound of his voice. “Yes.”
Selwyn breathes in. “I can call a servant to assist me. One that I trust. However, word could still spread.” He pauses. “It would be your reputation that would be tarnished.”
Oh my. He is giving me a choice. Fey cannot pleasure themselves, yet they have very high… needs. I was instructed to assist every morning.
But Selwyn is offering me a choice. I can help him, or he can go elsewhere. And everyone can gossip about how I am incapable of pleasing my husband.
“I’ll do it!” I blurt.
Shame aside, I need this marriage to work. This is the perfect opportunity. I know how uncomfortable it is to wake up hard and not be able to do anything about it. Helping him is a kindness that will hopefully endear me to him.
I sit up. Selwyn gives me a long, searching look. I swallow.
Slowly, he moves his hand. Slowly, he pulls back the sheets covering him. Slowly, he pulls at the tie of his robe. Slowly, he peels back the silk.
I stare down at his large, very erect cock.
Relief washes over me. It looks very human. Not that I’ve seen any human cocks apart from my own, but still. Selwyn’s cock is normal. The only monstrous thing about it is its size. I can’t believe I managed to take it. No wonder it was overwhelming.
Selwyn holds out a bottle of oil to me. I blink. Oh yes. I’m supposed to be working here.
I take the bottle and smear oil all over my palm. Hand job. I know how to do this. I practiced many times on a dildo while my trainer watched and barked out instructions.
I wrap my fingers around him and gasp. He is so hot. And so silken. He doesn’t feel like a dildo at all. Or like touching myself, like I did on our wedding night.
Muscle memory kicks in and my hand moves. My gaze flicks to his, and then I’m caught.
His pupils are wide and dark. The gold flecks among the brown are vivid in this light. He is staring at me so intently. Almost reverently. And I can see pleasure blooming. Pleasure that I am giving him. It is mesmerising. Enthralling.
I cannot look away. My hand glides up and down his length. He swells even more. I twist my wrist over his tip. I quicken my pace. Tighten my grip.
