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Oriel said nothing as he waited until Roth was in the water before he slipped in too. Roth sighed at the warmth before he ducked his head under to wet his hair. To jump on him and hold his head under…Afterward, Oriel could use his dagger to slit his own throat and be done with this.
Roth lifted his head. Too soon.
“Wash my hair.”
Great. If anybody kicked the lord’s ass again, Oriel would have to wash him like a damn baby. He rubbed scented, creamy soap into the vivid red hair, and Roth let out a faint noise as Oriel got close to his ears, making him pause.
“I didn’t say to stop.”
Oriel rubbed the soap around, and Roth stepped back with a throaty growl. He’d never been to bed with one of these cat fairies, but he should have been expecting this type of response.
“Keep rubbing around the base,” said Roth.
Oriel rolled his eyes since his Master couldn’t see. Cats were great, and Elira had loved them and birds. She had made some fairies with her favorite things, but why did she have to give some of her children these kinds of characteristics? Wasn’t the appearance enough?
Roth leaned back against Oriel entirely and snatched one of his hands. “Rub and scratch gently riiiight here.”
Oriel stroked under his chin and scratched it. Roth practically purred like a damn cat too. He wouldn’t have minded if these were completely different circumstances, but the urge to grab Roth by the throat and push him under was strong. He’d go back, lose his footing, and Oriel would hold him down with both hands. Bubbles would escape to the surface, and the damn bastard would kick and flail, but eventually, he’d weaken and go still.
Oriel would have to end himself so he didn’t have to go back to that room. It was the only option because he was sure he wouldn’t be able to get out on his own. Maybe he could wear Roth’s clothes and get into the city, but that wasn’t guaranteed. And if he did, someone would be after him pretty soon, and an escaped slave guilty of murdering his Master wouldn’t be treated well.
He didn’t even want to imagine what tortures Lord Delwin would subject him to for the death of his son. Killing himself was the only way to avoid that.
Roth tipped his head back on Oriel’s shoulder. He could do it, right? He’d been eating, and they’d made his meals larger since they knew he wouldn’t throw up now. What if he still wasn’t strong enough to hold him down since he’d lost muscle and weight? Roth wasn’t much bigger with his lean and wiry physique, but he’d probably fight like a bitch.
Another problem was that Oriel had no idea what sort of magic his Master had. Energy? Lightning? Fire? Water would put out the fire in a second, energy depended, and lightning could shock them both.
Oriel wanted out now. What if Roth got bored of him in a few years and wanted a new slave? In a few decades, if Oriel’s mind didn’t crack before then, he wouldn’t look so young and fresh. He might end up in that room anyway to live out his final days.
It might happen in a few months.
He flexed his fingers for a split second and was ready to do it, but Roth suddenly turned, pushed him against the side, and kissed him. Oriel scrambled for the sides to brace himself as Roth’s tongue entered his mouth. He almost wanted to scream at the lost chance but remained still. Whatever mind game this was, he wasn’t playing or kissing back.
Roth kept his lips pressed to Oriel’s as he pulled him forward enough to loop his legs around his waist. Oriel suddenly remembered Aspen doing this to him in the ocean back home. It had been hugs at first. The kisses in the water came later, and Oriel, always feeling like he could never get enough touch and feel from him, had relished each one. That was the only person he’d ever felt sexual attraction to, and the pain of missing him was still like a dagger.
If he could just have one more kiss with him.
Roth broke the moment by pulling his mouth away to bite Oriel’s shoulder where it met his neck which sent a strange jolt right to his dick.
Roth pulled out his fangs. “If I had the energy…” He unlooped his legs from Oriel’s waist, and his arousal was hard to miss. “Get the scoop there, and rinse my hair.”
Fucking bastard. Oriel’s cock was half-hard from all of the sensation. Roth must have gotten a huge kick by going from nasty to nice. Nasty had to be right around the corner again.
He rinsed Roth’s hair, and once the fairy was on the seat in the bath, he washed him everywhere. He was only gentle on the bruises so he didn’t get punished, but he wished he could give him a few rib punches too. And maybe smash his pretty face into the edge of the tub. Oriel had to dry him off too once they got out.
“Get the balm from the top drawer by my bed, and put it on the bruises,” Roth said as he stood in front of the looking glass to comb his hair. “Use gentle fingers like I did to you. Walk.”
Oriel fetched the jar, dabbed on the balm, and gently rubbed it in. Once Roth was satisfied, he locked Oriel in his cage. Servants brought him breakfast while Oriel stared at the wall. The cruelty had to be coming soon. He just had to get through it and wait for his next chance.
Would Roth ever be stupid enough to fuck him and fall asleep afterward without locking up his slave again?
Probably not, but if he ever grew that lax, Oriel would have time to make him suffer before he died.
Roth left for a good hour and returned to fetch him. Oriel had hoped to be left alone all day, but no such luck.
“Crawl like a good boy. I’ve got a guest. Lord Mather of Cardinal’s Brook died, but his son, Philre, returned and took over. He’s coming by to say hello.”
Like Oriel cared who the fuck died or took over where. None of that shit mattered anymore. He fantasized about drowning Roth in the tub as they went outside. Or better yet, gagging the bastard and making him suffer the cane.
