He pulls away and stares at the receipt. “Not always. Sometimes we fight, but other times we must agree for the greater good.”
“Alright, well then, let’s agree. Sign the contract or say goodbye to my dick.”
He glances down at it longingly and then meets my gaze once more. “You are not at all like other companions. You are far too strong-willed and stubborn.”
“And you like it. You said so yourself.”
He lets out a low hum. “Unfortunately, I do.”
I huff a small laugh as he takes the receipt and the crayon—almost snapping it in half as he holds it in his strong fingers—and signs the bottom with a slash before I do the same. Then I place it on the fridge where he can see it.
“There. Our contract. Signed in crayon.”
The ridiculousness of it makes me laugh.
“You are happy,” he says as I turn slightly.
“I am.”
“Give me the key now, my Everest. I want to unlock your cock.”
“I think maybe I should make you wait a little more.”
His claws poke out from his fingers, and I feel a rush move through me. “You always make things hard.”
I wink at him, and his skin darkens. “Maybe if you catch me, I’ll let you unlock me.”
I waggle the key in front of him, and his ears flutter, but before he can swipe it from my hand, I bolt toward the bedroom. He’s caught by surprise, and I hear his feet thumping on the ground as I run, but somehow I’m faster. Dashing into theroom, I shut and lock the door behind me, my heart thumping in excitement, my cock trying to harden but unable to.
I should take some ruenox and wait for him, let him drink his fill before tomorrow. Maybe I’ll even take a larger dose. Reward him for negotiating with me, a human.
“Everest. Open the door,” he says.
“Might have to break it down, babe!”
I move toward the bedside table and pull open the drawer, seeing the small wooden container that the herbs are in. My hand shakes as I pull it out. A loud thump on the door behind me resounds through the room, and I jump slightly, the container falling onto the ground. Leaves scatter everywhere, and I scoop them up, the plug pressing against my prostate as I move. I glance behind me as the pounding grows louder, that low and frustrated hum echoing through the walls.
“I am going to punish you for this, my Everest.”
I shudder, and my cock stiffens slightly, a moan building in the back of my throat.
I take three of the leaves, one a slightly different color than the rest, and shove them in my mouth as the doorframe starts to crack.
My body arches back, pleasure zipping through me as soon as it dissolves on my tongue. The herbs are working, the bitter taste a reminder of what’s to come.
But there’s something else there, too. Something sweet, something different.
I stare down at the herbs sitting inside the wooden box and notice some that are quite different than the ruenox I’ve come to know. I didn’t have time to analyze the herbs before shoving them in my mouth, and now I realize I must have taken a different one in my haste to ready myself for him.
Suddenly, my body softens, my asshole slackening, and the plug that was securely pressed inside of me slips out. I gasp when it rolls to the floor, sensation bursting through me.
Oh fuck. Ididtake something else. This is different from the ruenox. Everything feels desperate, tight, wanting.
The door peels open with a crack, Rathyn holding the entire thing in his hand as he steps inside. He tosses it against the wall, and it lands with a crash as he stalks toward me. I’m still on the ground, my ass up, my cock straining against the confines of the cage.
“Rath,” I moan, arching up, needing something I can’t quite comprehend. I’ve never felt anything like this.
My hole contracts around nothing but air, needing to be filled. My balls are hard, ready to explode, ready to be emptied.
