Page 7 of Fey Dominion

“Why not?”

He looks genuinely perplexed. As if he has never heard more confusing words. I’m truly starting to believe that he is not evil. Just misguided.

I lick my lips. It has to be worth a shot. “Because I’m scared, and I don’t want to have sex with you.”

His eyes grow enormous. “But I’m beautiful!”

I nod hastily. “Yes, yes, you are. Very. But I don’t know you.”

“You are hard,” he says, and he gives my cock a little tug for emphasis.

I wince, and mercifully he releases me. “I am. But I’m still scared. You took me prisoner.”

He pouts and it is the cutest pout I have ever seen.

“Is this that consent thing Jamie talks about?” he asks.

I’m guessing he is referring to James Broadwith, the innocent, hapless human that was cruelly abducted and enslaved by Prince Rhydian. I’ve seen pictures of him on the news. And I could kiss the poor man right now.

“Yes!” I shout, far too loudly. “Yes. Consent. Exactly.”

Mabon’s eyes narrow. He crosses his arms over his slender chest, just under his silver nipple piercings.

“Fine,” he huffs with obvious displeasure. “But only because Jamie would be unhappy and then he’d tell Rhydian and then I’d be in trouble for upsetting Jamie.”

I nod along as if this all makes perfect sense.

Mabon sighs again and moves his hands to his shapely hips. He nods down at his hard cock.

“Now what am I supposed to do?” he whines.

He seems genuinely put out. Fey are so damn strange. They really aren’t human at all.

“You could masturbate?” I suggest.

He glares at me. “Fey can’t do that. It doesn’t work.”

“It doesn’t?”

He does his dismissive hand gesture again. “Rhydian said to explain it like tickling. Humans can’t tickle themselves. Fey can’t pleasure themselves.”

I didn’t know that. It’s interesting and intriguing, but I don’t think it is information that is going to be of any use to the Resistance.

Suddenly, Mabon is no longer straddling me. He is standing by the bed. How the hell can he move so fast?

“But you can!” he exclaims with a huge grin on his face.

“What?” I’m so lost right now.

“You can play with yourself and I can watch.” He stares at me expectantly.

I swallow. My cock throbs. Mabon clicks his fingers and suddenly the chains holding my right wrist go slack. I stare at him.

Oh my god. Okay. Think about this. Jerking off will keep him happy. Isn’t keeping your captor happy something you are supposed to do? And if I keep on his good side, maybe I will be able to find out stuff that will actually be useful to theResistance. I can turn this shitty situation into a good one. All might not be lost.

“Okay,” I hear myself say.

Mabon grins like the cat who has got the cream.