And then she closes the door and leaves.
I glance around, and god, are the lights brighter than they were before? The room is the same, but it also feels strange and alien.
Maybe it’s my panic. Maybe it’s regret for choosing to do this again so soon.
My chest feels a little tight as I strip the gown off and sit in the chair. This is a last-minute appointment, so I have no idea how long the Vyastil will take. Minutes tick by, honey-thick and slow, feeling like hours.
I watch the timer, waiting for the countdown. Before he appeared last time, the door lock triggered the cuffs, so I keep my hands and feet in place as I wait.
And wait.
And wonder if he’s going to actually be the same one who thinks my dick is small and that I talk too much. Maybe he told friends about me, and now they want a taste.
I shudder and lean forward, but before I can stand up, the door opens, and I feel a rush of panic. It can’t be the monster since the chair cuffs didn’t trigger, but when I look over my shoulder, my breath catches because there he is.
He stalks in without even knocking and comes to a stop when he sees me, his tongue peeking out to wet his thin lips. He’s not in the shawl this time.
Today, he’s in a thin, barely there robe made of some kind of silk that most definitely did not come from our plane of existence. It flows around him like water, making him look ethereal and untouchable.
And oddly, more dangerous.
After a beat, he speaks. “You came.”
My eyes narrow into a glare at his smug tone. “Don’t read too much into it. I’m here for the money.”
He blinks owlishly at me, and then his gaze travels down to my dick. It’s already hard.Probably from the dream I had last night, I tell myself. It was very vivid. Almost like he was actually there inside my mind.
Whatever it is, it’s not because I’m attracted to him. I am definitely not eager to feel those soft, warm hands on my thighs again, spreading me apart for him.
I swallow heavily as my dick kicks and precum dribbles from the tip.
“It seems it does not need nice words to become erect this time.”
I can’t find words to respond as I watch while he reaches into his robe and pulls something out. It’s a small woven container made of some type of wood.
He twists it open and takes a small sniff of the contents.
“What the hell is that?” I ask, just as the soft alarm beeps and my wrists and ankles are shackled to the chair. I test them out and find that, like before, I’m unable to move.
“An herb. If you permit me, I would like you to consume it.”
“Uh, what? There was nothing in the training about this. Are you trying to poison me?”
His brows scrunch, and he cocks his head. “Why would I do that? A dead human cannot produce cum.”
I sigh, my gaze moving to the container. “My mom told me never to take things from strangers. I was five, and she meant candy, but I’m pretty sure if she were alive, she’d tell me not to take strange herbs from monst—uh. I mean…”
His ears flick back. “I know what you humans call us.”
“Sorry,” I murmur.
He waves a hand. “It doesn’t matter to me.” He moves closer and touches the underside of my chin, drawing my gaze up. “Say it.”
I swallow heavily. “Monster.”
His lips twitch at the corners. “Mm.”
“Anyway,” I say as his thumb strokes my jaw. I’m not sure if this is normal. He didn’t do this last time. “I’m not eating a bunch of strange leaves from another world.”
