“What is the problem?” Rathyn asks. He sounds a lot less patient now.
“I’m not going to be accessible at all times.”
His ears flick, showing off his irritation. “That is what a companion is for.”
I shake my head quickly. “No. I want some kind of…of amendment or something in here saying he can’t demand dick every minute of every day.”
“I do not require your cum every minute of every day. That is excessive,” he says flatly.
I stare at the man sitting across from us, then at Rathyn. “No. I want it defined in writing.”
“Perhaps during certain hours—” the man starts.
Rathyn thumps his tail on the ground. It’s loud, and everyone goes quiet. “I am the commander of an entire military force. I cannot have my companion’s hours dictated to me.”
“Then no fucking deal,” I say, crossing my arms.
His eyes narrow, but before he can say something to piss me off even further, the man clears his throat. “Perhaps a set number of…” he flushes as he says, “completions per day?”
Rathyn goes quiet, and it takes me a minute to catch up to what he’s saying.
“So,” I say slowly, “like, the number of times per day he can suck my cock?”
The man’s cheeks go redder. “The number of times he can bring you t-to orgasm.”
God, this poor bastard’s job must be really humiliating.
“Fine. I agree to thirty,” Rathyn says instantly.
My heart drops into my butt. “What the fuck? No! Ten.”
His ears flick. “Twenty-five.”
Twenty-five orgasms a day? He’s out of his fucking mind. “Even with your horrible herb, that’s too much for me. I will literally die of dehydration and protein deficiency.” That’s probably not true. I doubt you can become malnourished from coming too much, but still.
Rathyn studies me for a second, and I can feel him pressing at my mind like he’s trying to see if I’m telling the truth before he lets out a breath. “Fifteen.”
I sit in silence for a moment, working it out. The money will be good if I do this. And at worst, it’s for a year before we have to renew, at which point I can probably request a termination. At best, Rathyn gets bored of me after three months and sends me on my way with a nest egg that’ll help cover my bills for a while.
Fifteen is a lot of orgasms a day, though. It’s an absurd amount, actually. But…with the herb and determination, I can probably handle it. And, if I’m being honest, the look on Rathyn’s face tells me he’s not going to agree to any lower.
“Fine. Fifteen. Can you write that amendment in there?”
The man stares at the tablet. “I…I don’t know. We’ve never had a human companion dictate a number of completions before today.”
My eyes widen. Didn’t he just say we could make whatever changes we want? Or was that just for the Vyastil? This is starting to feel a lot less like I have any say in this contract.
“Please give me a few moments,” he says, then stands up and takes the tablet with him as he leaves the room. The door closes, and I hear the lock click, which makes my heart jump. I don’t like the feeling of being locked in this room.
Rathyn studies me for a moment, then his tail snakes between us and wraps around my leg. The feeling of it is beyond comforting, and I hate it, but I lean a little closer to him.
“You’re being argumentative,” he says after a beat.
I scoff. “No, I’m not. You just don’t like being told no.”
He doesn’t disagree with me. He stares for a long moment, then says, “Why is your heart beating so fast? You seem…disturbed.”
I am disturbed. I’m on the verge of a panic attack. This feels like one giant mistake, and now I can’t even leave the room if I want to because we’re locked in. “I don’t like being trapped in a small, enclosed space like this.” I feel a questioning pulse in myhead from Rathyn asking me why. “After my parents died—right after the first portal opened—my aunt and uncle freaked out.”
