Chapter 25

Rhydian continues to stare at me. There are only a few feet between us. Less than half a room, but it feels like an entire universe. I wish I could know what he is thinking. Is he happy that I chose to stay? Is he enraged that my mother nearly rescued me?

And what about me? What am I thinking? Did I make the right choice, or am I going to regret it forever?

"Your kindness will be your undoing," says Rhydian calmly, as if he is commenting on the weather.

What do I say to that? Was it even kindness that motivated me to stay, or did I stay only for selfish reasons? It could be plain old horniness that drove my decision. I know I didn't want to leave Rhydian. Perhaps this is what obsession feels like.

I didn't even ask Ninian if he wanted to go. He could have family and friends here. People who will miss him. None of that crossed my mind. The promise in Rhydian's eyes overruled every sensible brain cell I have.

And here I am. Facing the consequences of my actions. I try to swallow, but my throat is too dry.

"I need to punish you," Rhydian says slowly, each word dropping like a stone.

My heart hammers against my ribs. "I didn't do anything," I protest.

"You orchestrated a breach of the defences."

I shake my head. "I knew nothing about it. I'm just as surprised as you are."

His eyes smoulder with golden fire. "You allowed Ninian to be abducted by a human rebel."

I stare at him helplessly. He is speaking the truth, I can't deny it. Cold realisation wraps around me and my lingering doubts fall away. I don't want to deny it. I'm proud of it. Ninian is safe now. Whatever else happens in my life, I have done one great, good deed.

I tilt my chin up and meet Rhydian's gaze evenly.

His amber eyes narrow.

My breath hitches.

He moves so quickly I don't even see him. All I know is that suddenly his long cool fingers are wrapped around my wrist and he is dragging me towards the bedroom. Reflexively, my heels dig into the carpet, for the second time today. But this time it does no good. It barely slows him down. I throw all my weight backwards, but I'm still being taken into the bedroom. It is like trying to resist the tide. My fate is inevitable.

The dimly lit bedroom surrounds me. I have been pulled into its depths. There is no escape.

Rhydian moves quickly. Efficiently and effectively. Long before my mind catches up, I find myself sitting on his lap, in front of the large mirror. My gaze meets his in the glass. His eyes are still blazing. There is a haughty edge to his stern expression, and his antlers look regal. Right now he looks every inch the fey prince. A mythical being from the oldest of tales. A powerful man from another world.

My guts clench. My blood turns to ice. It has been a long time since I have seen him this way. To me, he has become simply Rhydian, and it's a shock to realise that truth. I hadn't noticed it happening. But now I want it back. I want to look at him and see my lover, and nothing else.

He tugs at my robes and they fall open for him, leaving me naked. After the last time we had sex, he didn't put the cockbag back on me. And now I feel fully exposed. I'm hard and full and standing to attention. With no silk to hide me.

Rhydian spreads his legs wide and my ass falls down onto the soft velvet of the chair. My knees are hooked over his thighs and forced open with his movement. He leans back and adjusts the tilt of my hips. I draw in a shuddery breath. In the mirror, under my balls, my hole is fully exposed. Pink and puckered and on full display.

My legs try to close, but he doesn't let me move. His hands move lightning fast and I yelp. Fingers twist, tweak and pull at my nipples, forcing them into erect little nubs and then coating them with shimmering oil. The oil burns and tingles and caresses.

His hands move down to my cock and efficiently coat me with the same oil. There is no tenderness to his touch, it is purely methodical. Oil seeps into my sensitive flesh and throbs. Some leaks into my slit and the sharp burn makes me hiss and try to writhe.

My nipples already look puffy and engorged. God knows what this stuff is going to do to my dick.

His oil slicked fingers go down to my hole and I whimper. Oh fuck, this is going to be intense. His touch swirls around my rim and the oil tingles like electricity. Warm and vibrant. Too much sensation. I groan and try to throw my head back, but his free hand twists in my hair.

"No," he says softly. "You will watch yourself."

I whine, but do as I'm told. I watch as his long, pale finger breaches me and sinks in. I watch as the pink and puckered skin of my rim clings on to him. I watch as he slides slowly in and out of me.

A deep carnal noise pours out of me. Either the oil, or the act of watching, is increasing my pleasure tenfold. This feels so much more vivid than it usually does. My heart is racing. My mind is soaring. I'm flying on a wave of euphoria and bliss.

I watch as he carefully works a second finger into me. The grip on my hair tightens and even that sting on my scalp feels oh so good.

His fingers glide in and out of me. Then they separate and spread me open, revealing a dark hole. His fingers continue to open and close in a scissoring movement. They twist and turn too. My hips rock. My voice sings out. My cock leaks precum onto my stomach.

He pulls out and I watch my hole flutter for him. I groan. I don't want to be empty. A finger teases around my rim and the fluttering increases.

"Please," I beg.

Three fingers stuff into me. They take away the empty feeling. I'm no longer hollow. My satisfaction bubbles out of me in a moan.

"Such a greedy little pet," he growls.

I shudder and silently plead for more.

"Keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror," he orders as his fingers dance in and out of me.

"No looking away, Little Pet," he says as he slams in deep, forcing a grunt from me and making my toes curl.

"Watch as you come undone for me," he whispers as his fingers curl slightly and push down on my prostate.

Everything goes white. Blinding light fills my sight. White noise fills my ears even though I know I'm screaming. My orgasm blasts through me stronger than an imploding star.

Eventually, I drift back down from spinning amongst galaxies. His fingers are still in me. My lungs are heaving. I'm covered in sweat and my muscles are trembling.

"You closed your eyes," he says.

"Sorry," I rasp.

"You are going to spill for me, over and over again until you do it while watching yourself in the mirror."

My body jerks. My stomach flips. My already racing heart skips a few beats.

"I…I can't," I stammer.

I really don't think I can. The orgasms he gives me are too intense. They carry me so far away. Keeping my eyes open? Looking at myself while I cum? That is far too intense. Intimate. Impossible. Overwhelming.

"You will," he says.

His fingers start moving again, and it is like electricity and fire. Every nerve ending I possess is overstimulated, hypersensitive. I writhe from the intensity, but he holds me still.

A tug on my hair reminds me of his command. I stare at my reflection. My cheeks are flushed. My lips parted and wet. My eyes are blown, wide and dark. Sweat is sticking my hair to my brow.

I look a mess. A debauched. Horny mess. Barely even human. I am a creature of carnality and lust. It is beyond embarrassing. It should be shameful, but deep inside me, something dark is stirring. Some part of me loves this. Loves the way I look. Loves what Rhydian is doing to me.

I relish and adore all of this. Surrendering. Being dominated. Submitting. It feels so good. Like a glass of cold water after a lifetime of crawling alone in the desert. I need this. Want this. Crave this. It is who I am, deep down inside. My truest self. I am someone who needs to fall and have someone strong catch me. I need to let go and forget everything, and trust that he has me.

And he does. Rhydian has me. All of me. I'm safe in his arms.

With Rhydian I can fall.

And fly.