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‘Don’t ignore me.’
His eyes narrow.
‘Or is this how companions are treated here on Erethar?’
His face shutters and he stands up straighter, looking very much like the Vyastil I met that day in Vegas. Then his hands make an appearance again.
‘Companions are treated with the respect they deserve. They are here to serve a purpose, and they know it.’
My nostrils flare. ‘But I’m not really your companion, am I?’
His ears flutter, and he tilts his head down. ‘No. I suppose not. I will not touch you, will not take you. But there are times that you must act as though I have.’
I almost stand up and laugh in his face. He can go on pretending that he doesn’t want me. He can pretend as if nothing happened before, but I know he won’t be able to last, so I let my mouth fall into a smirk.
‘And where will I sleep as your companion? Do we share a bed?’
The flick of his tail gives him away. ‘No. We will sleep separately. I will show you your room and your wardrobe. More will be brought, but for now I have a few tunics that will fit you.’
He turns and storms away, so I follow him up a flight of stairs that’s hidden behind a door and come to a short hallway. Two rooms are situated across from each other, and I can tell from the larger, ornate door that it is his.
I think about how it will feel at night as I lie there, knowing he’s so close. If he’ll hear me when I have a dream where he takes me with his tongue and his mouth. Will he dip into my head to see it? Will he touch himself too?
I shudder, and he does the same, and though his eyes narrow in a glare, I don’t relent. This is the least of what he deserves after toying with me, swearing to never see me again, and then somehow convincing both himself and me that this is the safest option.
Instead of answering the thoughts I know he’s listening to, he steps past me and opens the door, showing me the way inside.
Inside is a large plush bed piled high with thick comforters and pillows. It looks so much like a room on Earth, and I wonder how his room differs.
Eissa steps up to a wardrobe and gently pulls the two front doors open. Three sheer tunics are hanging there, just like the one I have on, so I step forward and let my hand brush over the incredibly soft fabric. It’s nice. It’s a hell of a lot better than jeans and a T-shirt, even if I miss the comforts of home.
I turn my gaze to Eissa and see he hasn’t moved. His nostrils flare as if he’s scenting me, and when he steps back, I point to the necklace I’m wearing and then drag my tunic up. I show him my bare cock and the small chain that brushes against my abdomen.
‘What’s this for?’
‘The chain is a sign of who you belong to.’
I roll my eyes. ‘No. This.’ I hold up the end of the chain, the one with the ring attached, and he glances away.
‘It is for…adornment.’ He signs the word decoration, but I see the English word on his lips and cock my head.
‘Do I need to be wearing these now?’
His tail slides up my thigh and tightens. ‘You do not need them unless we go out with other companions.’
I step closer to Eissa, and I feel his warm breath against my cheeks. I can feel the caress of his gaze against my bare skin. ‘Show me what I’m meant to look like. I want to know.’
His rainbow eyes meet mine, and after a long hesitation, he gives a small nod. Reaching into the wardrobe, he sets a small wooden box on the nightstand. ‘I will have some custom-made for you, but…’ He flips the lid open and reveals several twined pieces of metal jewelry with gemstones attached.
My cock perks up between my legs.
‘Show me.’
Eissa shakes his head, trying to close the box, but I reach out and fist his tunic, pulling him closer to me and pushing into his head.
Show me, Eissa. I want to see it on me.
His eyes close for a moment and then he steps back, taking the adornment from my hand and kneeling on the ground. The sight of him there does nothing to help the state of my hard cock. When his tail reaches out and tugs my tunic aside, he wets his lips, glancing up at me with his eyes shining.
