Chapter 5

Sunlight burns through my eyelids as some asshole throws back the curtains. I open my eyes and discover the bedroom has been invaded by a swarm of tiny fey. They all have pink hair, dark skin and pointy little noses and none of them would even come up to my shoulder and I'm far more a short king than a daddy longlegs.

The bed moves as Rhydian leaves it. It is morning, and it seems I survived the night. He didn't make me suck him or stroke him. He watched me jack off and then he went to sleep. Strange man.

A yawn overtakes me. Wow. I actually feel refreshed. This bed is ridiculously comfortable, and I slept like a baby. Who knew the cure for insomnia was being abducted and ravished by a fey prince?

The little fey tug me out of bed before I fully comprehend what is happening, and lead me over to a hidden door. It opens to reveal a stunning room tiled in a turquoise and gold mosaic. The enormous sunken bath looks so inviting. I look over my shoulder, shouldn't princes get to wash first? But he is striding through a door on the opposite side of the room and I can see blood-red tiles. Seems Prince Rhydian's bedroom comes complete with his and his bathrooms. That's not something I'm going to complain about.

The door closes behind me and the swarm of little fey start herding me towards the water. I'm still naked, apart from the collar, so I guess that's fine, if nature wasn't calling.

"I need a pee first!" I say.

They mutter and grumble, but switch direction and steer me towards another door that leads to a cubicle with a toilet and sink.

"Thank you," I say as I shoo them out.

I do my business, open the door and shriek when I find them all right outside, staring up at me. They hustle me towards the bath again and this time I go willingly. I step into the water and blessed heat seeps into me. I sigh and quickly sink in up to my neck. This is wonderful.

It's like a jacuzzi without the bubbles. There is a comfy seat against the edge of the bath. I settle into it. Tiny hands run through my hair and I yelp. A fey gives me a disparaging look and holds up a bottle of what looks like shampoo. Ah, okay. They want to wash my hair. I'm not one to object to a bit of pampering.

I close my eyes, lean back, and let them continue. They do a great job with my hair. Then they make me get out of the bath. They dry me with fluffy towels before leading me over to a massage table. Okay. Free spa day.

After an excellent massage with gorgeous smelling oils, they dress me in silks and take me back to Rhydian, who is sitting at a breakfast table under a huge bay window. Golden sunlight is illuminating the absurdly vast array of fruits on display.

Rhydian is reading a newspaper and completely ignoring me. Which is fine by me. I slide into the chair opposite him and help myself to some grapes and orange slices. I don't recognise some of the other fruits, and I'm not eating strange fey food that could have god knows what effect.

I pop a grape into my mouth. It is delicious. I look out of the window at a pretty garden. Perhaps this being abducted stuff won't be so bad. I always thought I was destined to be a regional manager, not the plaything of a fey prince. But I think I could adjust. Rhydian doesn't seem too bad.

I snort softly to myself. I'm so shallow that a bit of luxurious living has swayed me. He doesn't give a shit about my consent, but he gives me a spa day and it's all good?

A door opens and the dark-haired fey prince walks in. The one who suggested that Rhydian cut off my cock and keep it in a jar. He looks absolutely beautiful in his flowing blood red robes. I frown and eat another grape.

The intruder sinks into an exquisitely graceful curtsy. "I'm so delighted you sent for me, brother dearest."

Rhydian merely huffs in reply and puts his paper down. Rude. But interesting. It seems Rhydian holds more power and outranks his brother. Does it mean he is older, or is fey politics more confusing than that?

Rhydian stands. "Teach my pet what he needs to know," he says as he strides away.

The dark-haired fey curtseys to Rhydian's back. "It will be my pleasure."

The door shuts. The pink-haired servants have vanished. I'm alone with a fey who wants to cut off my cock.

Dark eyes rake over me. Then he slides into Rhydian's seat and starts helping himself to breakfast. I watch him warily.

"So what do you know?" he asks and all the honeyed sweetness has gone from his voice.

I swallow. "Nothing."

He rolls his eyes and takes a bite of what I think is watermelon. "Figures."

He pours himself a cup of tea from a pot I hadn't even seen hidden amongst all the fruit. He sips at it regally. Then he looks over at my place setting, sees I don't have a drink and pours me a cup. He slides it over to me.

"Thanks," I mumble.

He raises one jet black eyebrow, but says nothing. We eat and drink in silence for a few moments.

"Don't look anyone in the eye," he says as he waves a piece of melon around. "Don't speak unless spoken to. Walk three steps behind Rhydian."

"Okay," I say. I'm not sure how I'm going to remember all this.

"I'll take you through some curtsies," he says as he picks up a banana. "But the most important skill you need to master, is sucking cock."

He holds the banana up and gives it a long, utterly filthy lick. I splutter over my cup of tea and nearly choke.

He laughs. A rich musical laugh which ends abruptly as he jumps off of his chair.

"Come on, let's get to work."

Meekly, I abandon my breakfast and follow him to the middle of the room. He makes me curtsy over and over again. Then he makes me lick and suck on a banana until it goes all soggy and gross. But my oh my, the tips and tricks he gives me are wonderful. I almost want to try them out for real. This level of knowledge is worth the embarrassment of being taught. I'll escape from here and my newfound skills will make me extremely popular.

Finally, he calls a break and I flop back against the sofa. My jaw hurts and there is banana goo everywhere.

He walks over to the table and picks up a pristine white napkin, and throws it at me. I catch it and wipe my face clean.

He holds up a fresh banana. "You also need to learn how to take it."

I jump up from the sofa with lightning speed. "Hell no!"

A puzzled look crosses his face. "Why not?"

"You are not shoving a banana up my ass! I don't even know your name!"

"It's Dyfri," he says wryly.

I take a deep breath. "It's nice to meet you, Dyfri. I'm Jamie. You are still not coming near me with a banana."

He gives me a long, dark, considering look.

"I know how to do that, okay? I play with dildos all the time!" I plead. It's true. I may be a virgin, but I still like to have fun. And confessing this fact is far better than the alternative.

He stares at me for several long, agonising minutes. Then he huffs and places his hands on his hips. "Fine. But when you fail to please Rhydian, don't come crying to me."

"I won't," I promise as my voice shakes.

Dyfri claps his hands loudly, and I flinch. Several of the little pink haired fey appear as if from nowhere.

"Time for afternoon tea," he tells them.

They bow and then erupt into a flurry of movement. The breakfast fruits are cleared, and the table set with an ornate tea set and plates of finely cut sandwiches and tiny cakes.

Dyfri gestures me over, and we both sit down. He pours me a cup of tea and looks surprised when I thank him.

We eat and drink in silence for a moment. He lifts one foot up onto his chair, wraps one arm around his leg, and manages to look entirely graceful and utterly at ease.

"How do you know all that stuff?" I say as I gesture to the middle of the room where we have just been practising blow jobs for hours.

He pours more tea into his cup and doesn't look at me. "I am a rhocyn."

Well, that doesn't help me at all. I stare at him blankly. Eventually, he looks up.

"I guess there isn't a word for it in your tongue." he looks away and takes a bite of a cucumber sandwich.

"What does it mean?" When I defined the word virgin to Rhydian, the translators were able to get us there in the end.

Dyfri sighs and puts down his half-eaten sandwich. Clouds have covered the sky and the sunlight is muted, but it is still far brighter than his mood.

"You are a pet. You belong to one man, in your case, Rhydian. I am a rhocyn, I belong to anyone who wants me."

There is not a single coherent thought in my head. What the actual hell? He can't possibly mean what I think he means?

His dark eyes flash at me. "You'll catch flies!"

"Sorry!" I snap my mouth shut. "But why?"

He glares at me some more. I think he knows I'm not asking why I should shut my mouth. But he is still not answering me.

"But…but you are a prince, aren't you? Rhydian is your brother? I don't understand."

Dyfri's expression softens. He takes a deep, weary breath. "My mother was an Unseelie princess. The truce did not last long. I was never popular. Soon after I came of age, I was challenged in the great hall. I was weak. I was defeated. He took me in front of everyone. He unbound my hair, and I was made a rhocyn."

My mouth is open again, but Dyfri is not looking at me to see. This is the most awful thing I have ever heard. Fey culture is vile and abhorrent. How on earth has this young man survived such horrors?

I jump to my feet. Dyfri jumps up too, alarm clear in the lines of his body. I take two steps and wrap my arms around him in a tight hug. He is as stiff as a board, but I don't care.

"What are you doing?" he asks in a tone of great bemusement.

My heart sinks even lower. Fey are so cruel, they don't even have hugs?

"I'm hugging you. It's a human custom."

"What for?"

"To demonstrate affection and compassion," I explain.

He goes even stiffer, but I just hold him tighter.

"But…" he whispers softly. "You have only just met me?"

Oh gods, he sounds so lost. So very taken aback. I think I'm going to cry. But I won't. Dyfri doesn't need that from me. I keep a hold of him. Slowly, he relaxes in my arms. Then feather light, so light I can barely feel it, his arms wrap around me.

I grin against his shoulder. Before I escape, I might be able to do some good around here, and I like the sound of that. I like it a lot.