Chapter 16

It's late, and Rhydian is still not back. My eyes are too blurry to focus on this book anymore. Not that I was fully immersed in it in the first place. I've been too busy listening out for the sound of the main door opening for hours now.

I think it is time to give up and go to bed. Just as that thought crosses my mind, a huge yawn overtakes my body. Well, that's settled then.

I put the book down and walk into the washroom. I do my business, brush my teeth and head for the bedroom.

It is a little bit chilly in here. March hasn't decided if it is going to be winter or spring yet. Got to love the British weather.

Pinky appears by my elbow, and I bite back my yelp of surprise. She tugs at my robes and I let her because I still can't figure out the blasted things by myself.

"Can we have a fire in here?" I ask.

She pauses in disrobing me, gives me a glare, and clicks her fingers. The logs in the fireplace ignite into life. There is no stopping my yelp this time.

"Thank you," I say, but she ignores me.

She bundles up my clothes and walks away with them, leaving me standing naked in the bedroom. Well, as naked as I can be with this cockbag and collar.

She reappears mere seconds later with a porcelain washbowl, a stack of clean clothes and a towel. She places them on the dresser and leaves again. This time shutting the heavy door behind her. Fine, I get the hint.

"Thank you," I say again, but I don't know if she can hear me.

I walk over to the washbowl. The water is lovely and warm and fragranced with something wonderful. I wash my pits and bits by the firelight, and pat dry with the soft towel.

If Pinky was so keen for me to wash, does she know something I don't? Is Rhydian on his way back? I stare at the door for a moment, but it remains stubborn and motionless.

Sighing, I climb into the enormous bed and collapse against the soft furs. The firelight is flickering pretty patterns onto the canopy, so I roll over onto my side so I can watch the flames directly.

The room has already heated up, and the furs are warm. Lying on top of them naked feels perfectly comfortable. I'm totally not posing for when Rhydian gets here. That would be absurd.

But I am wondering how much longer he is going to be. Fey or not, the man has to sleep sometime. And I don't think he is so embarrassed by the confession Mabon teased out of him that he is going to avoid me all night. Is he?

My stomach twists, and my lungs do a stupid stutter. Damn it! My body is so annoying. I'm not a teenager with a crush. I'm a grown man. An adult in a very dangerous situation. I have to keep my wits about me.

Another yawn nearly splits my jaw in half. My eyelids flutter. It's fine. I can snooze while waiting for him.

The warmth of the fire dims, and I open my eyes. Rhydian is standing in front of me, silhouetted by the flames. I blink. Did I fall asleep? How long has he been standing there?

His face is all shadows, so I can't tell what he is thinking. Not that I can at the best of times. He is a secretive bastard.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he rumbles.

"It's so late, it is probably officially classed as early morning, and you are only just coming to bed," I point out.

He tilts his head up and I can see his frown in the flickering firelight.

"And you had that bad news about Iestyn," I add. Nevermind awkward revelations of fondness for me. I'm never bringing that up. Ever. I'm not stupid.

Something warm and heavy hits me lightly in the chest before settling on the furs beside me. Did this bastard just throw something at me?

I snatch the item up and examine it in the dim light. It reminds me of a cucumber, but carved from smooth rock, no, it's crystal. Rose quartz, I think. It's pink anyway. Heavy, with some slightly raised wriggly lines along its length. Oh! They are veins! This is a dildo!

Oh my! I'm blushing all over, I just know I am. My first instinct is to drop it, but I don't. Along with the surprise, my body is flooding with a dark and deep arousal. So I don't drop the dildo, instead I wrap my hand around it and look up at Rhydian with my best seductive look.

I can't see his expression. But I can see him slowly reach up and, ever so slowly, draw the gauzy drapes of the fourposter bed shut. I swallow and my cock throbs in its bag. Damn Rhydian, how does he make closing curtains look so sexy?

He is kneeling on the bed now, at my feet. The bed drapes are thin enough that I can still see a hazy outline of the fire, dancing around his imposing shadow. A horned creature from myth in my bed.

"Use it," he says softly.

I stare up at him. I lick my lips. I roll onto my back. Why oh why did I ever confess to using toys on myself?

"I can't just shove it in. That won't feel good," I explain.

He frowns.

"I usually play with my cock first," I try to clarify.

Maybe he will take this blasted cockbag off and I'll get to see my poor cock again. I've pretty much forgotten what it looks like.

He moves gracefully. Slowly. As if he has all the time in the world. He leans towards me. His long pale hair falls forward, only one simple braid twists around his head, the rest of his glorious hair is free. Firelight flickers through the thin cotton shift he is wearing, showing me a teasing hint of sculpted muscles on a firm chest. I'd give anything to see him naked, I suddenly realise.

Wait a minute, where is he going?

My heart flutters frantically against my rib cage. I'm dizzy. God knows what my guts are doing. Some strange clenching and twisting thing.

Rhydian lowers and lowers. His warm breath dances over my stomach like a soft caress. His lips brush over the silk imprisoning my cock. Is this really happening?

Suddenly, hot, wet heat engulfs my cock. My back arches, a cry tears out of my soul. I'm in Rhydian's mouth. The bastard hasn't taken off the bag, but I can still feel everything. Suction. Pressure. Toe-curling heat. Brain-numbing wetness.

The silk of the bag is wet now, and the added sensation is destroying me. My hips are demanding to lift off the bed. They have the audacity to want to fuck a prince's face.

Oh, my god. My hands scramble for purchase. Anything to hold on to. They land on Rhydian's horns and squeeze tightly. A low, low rumble pours out of Rhydian. It sounds like a growl. Deep and primal. Not angry. Appreciative. How my mind can interpret a growl, I have no idea. But I know I'm right.

He sucks me even deeper into his mouth. I'm hitting the back of his throat now. Soft flesh bumping the head of my swollen cock. My hands twist on his antlers and he growls again. A perfect feedback loop.

My skin is alight with pleasure. Ecstasy is flowing in my veins. My mind is amongst the stars.

The fire crackles. The furs beneath me are soft. Rhydian's scent is filling me. Forest and moss. The deep, dark and ancient, hidden places of the world. His antlers are warm and smooth. They seem to vibrate and heat under my touch.

It doesn't feel as if I am in London anymore. I'm far, far away in another world. I'm no longer a call handler, I'm the plaything of a fey prince. Life has changed so very much. I think I like it.

Rhydian's tongue swirls over my slit. I cry out. Pleasure is coiling and building low in my gut. A volcano about to erupt from all the built up pressure.

My balls start to draw up. I can taste my impending orgasm on my tongue, but Rhydian pulls off of me. A whine escapes me, and I yank on his antlers in an attempt to pull him back down, but he is far stronger than I am. He dislodges me easily and my hands fall uselessly by my side. His amber eyes sparkle as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

He picks up the crystal dildo. An unstoppered bottle of oil appears in his other hand. Did he do that with magic or are my brain cells too frazzled to notice him grabbing lube?

He grins at me. A wicked grin full of promise. Malicious. Malevolent. Mischievous.

I try to swallow, but I can't. My muscles have completely forgotten how to coordinate. All they know how to do now is lie here all pliant, waiting for whatever Rhydian wants to do to me.

He pours oil over the dildo. It gleams, glistens and drips. The bottle disappears. Rhydian's hand strokes the dildo, smearing the oil over it. His hand continues to move. Caressing the smooth crystal as if it were a real cock. Up and down. Up and down. A twist over the head, followed by a swift glide back down.

A strange noise gurgles out of my throat. My cock is so hard it almost hurts. The wet silk clinging to it is not cooling.

He hands me the oiled crystal. I take it. His amber eyes glow with far more than firelight as he watches me lower it to my hole.

I spread my legs even wider and tilt my hips up. As if I want to give him a better view. My gaze won't leave his face. I'm addicted to watching him watch me.

I line the oil-slick dildo up to my hole. I'm so very horny, I'm sure this is going to work. I push. Amber eyes flare again. The sensitive skin around my hole protests, but the burn feels good. It makes me moan. I feed the fake cock to my hole, relishing in the stretch, the growing fullness, the feel of Rhydian's eyes on me.

The dildo slides all the way in. I wish it was bigger. I wish it were real. I wish it was him.

A hungry, carnal noise rises out of me. My hips buck. Need floods every cell of my body. My hand moves. Rhydian watches as I fuck myself.

One, two, three thrusts. The weight of his stare is heavy. It pushes lust, desire, and arousal into me.

Four, five, six, and I'm done for. My orgasm blooms into life. Possessing every part of me. My thighs tremble. My cock empties into the bag. My mind soars. Pleasure, euphoria and ecstasy are the only things that exist. They swoop around me. Twist into every fibre of my being, lift me up and carry me far, far away.

As I slowly return to reality, I see his eyes are still on me. The dildo is still inside me. I go to remove it, but his slender fingers on my wrist stop me.

His other hand moves to my cock. One quick tug and the silk bag is gone. My cock is naked and exposed. Soft and spent against my body.

He lowers his head, and I gasp. He sucks my bare, soft, length into his hot mouth. I cry out. My hands fly to his antlers. He hums his appreciation around my cock. The vibrations force a deep, depraved moan from me.

He feels so good around me. But I only just came. I whine and buck. He holds me down with one hand against my belly. I whimper and cry. My hands twist on his glorious antlers.

He sucks and licks and devours. Suddenly, the dildo slides within me. His other hand has taken the end of it. My head thrashes against the pillows. He swallows my cock while gliding the dildo right over my prostate.

It is too much. It is both bliss and torture and everything in between.

I scream and suddenly I'm coming. No time to warn Rhydian. No time for anything. My back arches. Every muscle clenches. I scream and scream. And cum and cum and Rhydian drinks it all down.

I can't see, I can't hear. I can't breathe. All I can do is spin away into the black.

Holy fuck.