I can’t even ask him to get out of my head when he’s giving me such nice compliments, so I let him linger, conjuring up visions of him sucking my dick as I wash myself.
When I reappear, Cielo is here, several garments in his hands, his face downturned. After how Rathyn reacted last time, I get why.
And it probably doesn’t help that Rathyn is staring at him intently, saying something in his language that I cannot understand. It doesn’t sound nice, though.
I sigh loudly, and Rathyn peers over at me. “Whatever you’re saying to him, he obviously feels bad about it. Can you stop now?”
Rathyn straightens, that hum dulling slightly. I move over to Cielo and stop a few feet from him.
“Hello, friend.”
His gaze peeks up at mine, and his tongue slashes out. “Frennn.”
“Yes. You and I arefriends.”
I turn toward Rathyn and arch an eyebrow. His tail twitches around his thigh. “What did you bring me? These look really nice.”
Cielo holds them out toward me, and I take them in my hands. They’re lightweight, made of the same fabric the Vyastil wear.
I wonder how a human will look wearing the same thing.
“I think I’m gonna try these on. Come on, Cielo, you can help me.”
Rathyn’s body vibrates, low and dangerous. “I will help you. No one else will touch you.”
“He’s not going to touch me. He’s going to help me figure out how to wear these things, but you can watch. And you get to pick which one I wear. Capiche?”
His ears flutter. “I do not know this word.”
“It’s an agreement. Like an understanding. Cielo and I are friends, and you have to accept that.”
“I do not accept this.”
“Babe, you’ll have to get over it because I get to decide who’s in my life and who isn’t.” His ears flutter, and I wink at him. “Babe is a term of endearment, by the way.” I nod toward Cielo to help me, and he peers over at Rathyn with nerves written all over his face. “Alright, Rath, enough. Or I’m going to renegotiate those fifteen blow jobs down to five.”
He takes a step toward me, but I stand my ground. I refuse to be a captive to this Vyastil. I refuse. I was held hostage by my aunt and uncle for years. I won’t go down that road again.
“You cannot do this.”
“I can and I will. Now let Cielo help me try these on, and we can go to Erethar.”
His tail tightens, and his body hums, but he finally nods. “I will watch.”
“Yes, you will.”
“And you will wear my mark.”
“Yeah, I will.”
The chain he put on me was taken off while I slept, but I saw it when I rolled out of bed. He set it on the end table, probably to give my newly pierced nipples a break.
We move into the bedroom where the full-length mirror is, and Cielo’s tail untwines from his waist and twists around the hangers.
“Cool trick,” I say as I move toward them. “Which one should I try on first?”
“This one,” Rathyn says, plucking a deep purple robe off Cielo’s tail.
“Yeah, alright.” I pull it off the hanger and hold it up. “So, how does this work?”
