Chapter 8

"What are you doing?" asks Rhydian.

Startled, I look up at him. What had I been doing? Oh, yes. Humming a tune and dancing my fingers over my lap while imagining they were people at a ball. I slipped out of a kneeling position to a cross-legged one, hours ago and Rhydian never reprimanded me for it.

"Um…nothing?" I try.

Rhydian's eyes narrow. Maybe if he thinks I'm crazy, he will let me go? Or more likely, euthanize me like the pet he thinks I am.

"I was just bored," I clarify.

He frowns. Come on, Mabon left hours and hours ago. Rhydian returned my hearing as soon as he did, but listening to him do paperwork is hardly scintillating. There were two brief interludes where servants brought us delicious food. First a flavourful soup, and then a plate of cold meats. But that is all that happened. All day. It can't be surprising that I'm bored.

Rhydian sighs. "Come. Let's leave."

He shuffles away his papers and I haul myself to my feet. I stifle a groan, but I do have to rub my ass. A soft noise has me looking up. Rhydian is smirking at me. Bastard. I'd like to see him sitting on the hard floor all frigging day.

He picks up my leash and I scurry after him before I can be yanked. My muscles protest, but I will live.

He walks quicker than I'm sure is necessary, and I swear he is doing it just to be annoying. But on the plus side, we reach his rooms in no time at all. The doors swing shut behind us. He drops my leash.

"Go bathe," he orders without looking at me.

A pink haired woman appears from nowhere and unlocks the door to what I've come to think of as my bathroom.

A good long soak in the luxurious sunken bath sounds wonderful. I hurry into the bathroom. The pink-haired servant helps me with my clothes because I still don't have a clue.

As soon as I am naked, I step into the water and moan in bliss. And now my brain decides to work. Bathing up until now has been a morning activity. I don't know what time it is, but it's dark and long after dinner. Has Rhydian sent me to clean up because he is going to do something to me?

My stomach twists and my heart flutters. But not everything I'm feeling is dread. I think my body is rebelling against my virginity idea. And I have to admit, giving your V card to a fey prince in Buckingham Palace, certainly has style to it.

I look down through the clear water to my cock imprisoned in its black silk sheath. It's standing tall and proud. Traitor.

Rhydian's sole redeeming quality is that he is hot. I should not be so shallow. Good looks are no reason to fall into bed with someone. I've waited this long because I want love. Or at the very least, respect. Companionship. Something deep and meaningful. Getting down and dirty with my captor, who is also an invader and conqueror, is not my style. It's not me at all.

So what has come over me? Stockholm Syndrome? A fey enchantment?

Despite the heat of the water, I shudder. Seems I have lost everything. My freedom, my family, my friends, and now my mind.

Despondently, I splash water around. My silent, yet bossy, pink-haired companion gestures for me to get out of the bath. Sighing, I obey. She quickly dries me off with a very fluffy towel. The cockbag dries instantly, which is super unnerving. Now the pink-haired fey is handing me a gorgeous, emerald-green silk robe. A simple, almost human garment that ties at the front like a bathrobe.

Seems Pinky here has also deduced that I'm not going to need clothes this evening. I swallow tightly. Unless Rhydian somehow told her and she knows for sure. Now that's a terrifying thought.

I wrap myself in the robe. It feels exquisite against my skin. Pinky hustles me into the bedroom and abandons me at the foot of the enormous bed. Rhydian is nowhere in sight. Ridiculous thoughts of hiding under the bed start to flow through my mind, but then Rhydian strides in.

Our gazes lock and I'm frozen. A rabbit in the headlights completely unable to escape my doom. He is wearing a robe like mine, but his is golden. It clings to the contours of his well-defined chest. Strands of his pale hair fall in soft waves to his narrow waist, but most of his hair is up in complex braids that weave around the base of his antlers.

And all of a sudden, I remember Dyfri and what has been done to him. And me. I am a prisoner. Stripped of my will and my rights. Any arousal I was feeling splutters and dies.

Rhydian's striking eyes narrow. He can sense the change in me, but he won't have any clue of the cause.

"Get on the bed," he rumbles.

Adrenaline surges through me. I think I'm going to be sick.

"How about I blow you?" It's worth a try.

His eyes widen and darken. "No."

The air thickens until it feels as if I'm standing in treacle. It is too heavy for my lungs. My head is spinning.

"Bed," he repeats.

I don't think he is a man who repeats himself often. Swallowing tightly, I make my way to the bed. The four steps seem to take forever, what with the effort it takes to move my feet. Paradoxically, the bed is also far too close and I arrive at it far too soon.

I lie down on my back, close my eyes and will myself to sink into the soft furs. I can't hear a thing, but somehow I can sense that Rhydian has stepped closer.

A yelp escapes me as I'm dragged down the bed to the very edge. My eyes fly open. My ass is nearly falling off the end of the bed. The only thing holding it up is Rhydian's groin.

Oh god.

His strong hands take a hold of the underside of my thighs. My legs are lifted up and spread. My green silk robe slides up, revealing all. My heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.

Suddenly, Rhydian drops to his knees. What the hell? I blink down at him in astonishment. His eyes flash amber. He leans forward and licks over my hole. The blast of hot, wet heat makes me squeal and buck, but he holds me still.

Oh lord. What is happening. This can't be real. Am I clean enough down there? Is my ass crack hairy? Do fey princes really eat ass?

His tongue laps over my entrance again. Sensation blooms. Not only is his act shocking and unexpected, it feels so damn good. My cock is rapidly swelling inside its cloth prison.

My head falls back. My eyes fall closed. His antlers brush against the back of my thighs. The feeling should be so alien, but for some reason it is not. I think I like it. His tongue attacks me again and I moan.

He licks yet again and now I'm drowning in pleasure and arousal. Soft wet heat glides over my most intimate part. He laps over my hole. He licks around it. It is shocking how well I can feel him. I had no idea that I was so very sensitive down there.

He licks and licks and I moan and moan. I sound shameless, but I can't help it. Pleasure is shooting through my body, filling it to the very brim and escaping in the form of noises spilling from my mouth.

Suddenly Rhydian stops. He is on his feet now, slightly leaning over me. His face is shadowed, but his eyes still burn intensely. One cool finger traces around my hole.

"Is it true nothing has been in here?" he asks.

I blink and nod.

"No cock?"

I shake my head.

"No fingers?"

I shake my head.

"No tongue?"

Another shake of my head.

"No toys?'

I freeze as heat flares over my face. Rhydian's eyes glow, and the faintest hint of colour spreads across his pale cheeks and down his slender neck. But I don't think it is for the same reason that I am flushing.

"You pleasure yourself with toys?"

I nod. There is no point in denying it.

Rhydian's expression shifts. All hooded and dark. Hungry. He stares at me intently. One cold finger pushes at my entrance. I'm wet with his spit. I can feel a slight breeze.

Slowly, very slowly, he eases his finger into me. His eyes are fixed on mine, demanding to observe everything I experience as I am breached for the very first time.

My hands twist in the soft furs beneath me. His finger slides deeper into me. There is no pain or discomfort. His finger is long and slender. And inside me. It feels so very different from a toy. I look up at him. His gaze is heated. He is enjoying this. Enjoying me. His pet.

Suddenly, he is gone. He is no longer inside me. He is no longer standing between my legs. I blink and turn my head. He is striding towards his bathroom. What the hell?

I allow my legs to lower from their ungraceful position, while my mind whirls with confusion. A few heartbeats later, Rhydian returns.

"Get in the bed!" he snaps gruffly.

I hurry to obey him. He gets in beside me. The soft lights turn off and the room is plunged into darkness. Rhydian rolls onto his side, his back towards me.

That's it? We are going to sleep? My hole feels open and prepared. My cock is straining against the cloth of its bag. I need to cum and he is just going to leave me like this? I'd be more furious if he had reached satisfaction, but he hasn't. If he is torturing me, he is torturing himself too. It doesn't make any sense.

This man is a confusing bastard. And I'm never going to be able to sleep.