I sighed. “All right, if you insist. Come on in. But I'm going to think of you as a servant, not a slave.”
He bowed and entered the room, shutting the door behind him. “King Jucai has requested your presence for breakfast. He bid me tell you to await him in the courtyard.”
“Oh, thank you, Bantar.”
“Shall I suck your cock before you leave? Or perhaps you'd like to fuck me?”
I flinched. “What?”
“The King says I may pleasure you orally, or you may fuck me, but I cannot penetrate you. He insists that it is his pleasure alone.”
I gaped at the man.What the actual fuck was happening?
“Would you care to inspect my body first?” He removed his tunic.
“Wait, no, that's . . . oh, great Gods.”
Bantar was fast. He kicked off his sandals and removed his pants before I could stop him. And then he was bent over the couch, spreading his ass cheeks. My mind couldn't process it fast enough. I just stared.
“As you see, I'm oiled and await your pleasure.” He looked over his shoulder at me and grinned. “I'm tight. You are welcome to inspect me.”
“What the actual fuck?” I whispered because it wasn't enough to just think it. I picked up his tunic and held it out to him as I averted my gaze. “Bantar, you don't have to do this. Please get up.”
He stood up and turned around. I made the mistake of glancing at him and froze, staring at his thick cock. It wasn't the cock that caught my attention, although it was a nice one. Rather, it was the short tentacles surrounding the cock, in place of pubic hair. They uncurled and curled as I watched. I couldn't look away.
“Do you like my tentacles?” Bantar reached for me. “Those on my chin will caress you when I suck your—”
“All right!” I flung the tunic at him and backed away. “That's enough. Thank you, Bantar. You have given me a generous offer and a lovely display that I will not forget, ever, but I can't fuck a man who has indentured himself.”
“Why not?” He held his tunic to his chest.
“I can't trust that you're willing. Honestly, I like to seduce my lovers. I don't want someone handed to me. I need to feel wanted.”
“I want you.”
I held up a hand. “No offense to you, but I can't trust that to be true. I'm sure you feel as if you have to say nice things to me. I'm sorry, but I refuse to take a man who could be unwilling.”
“I assure you, master, I—“
“Whoa! Donotcall me that. I am not your master.” I shook out my arms as if that would get the icky feelings off me. “Ugh, I don't like this. I feel gross. It's one thing to rule, but to . . .” I motioned at him. “No, I'm so sorry if I'm hurting your feelings, but I can't do this.”
“I will be punished,” he whispered.
I went cold. “What? Who will punish you?”
“The Master of the Palace Slaves. He sent me to serve you. If you refuse me, he'll send another, and I'll go without dinner tonight.”
Missing a meal wasn't a horrible punishment, but I didn't like the thought of anyone being punished in any way because of me. Plus, I didn't want to go through this again with someone else.
“All right, tell the Master of the Palace Slaves that you pleasured me well. I won't tell anyone that you didn't.”
“You will lie for me?”
“To save you from punishment, yes.”
“Thank you, master.”
“No, no, no—just call me Nadar.”
