Chapter 4

There I was, locked in our room, with nothing to do. I must have changed positions five or six times. First, I had thrown myself onto the soft double bed. Some minutes later, I was sitting on the floor in front of it. Then I had tested out the small bed, and at some point, I had opened the small balcony door to peek outside and watch the people coming and going.

And another moment later, I was lying on the big bed, the balcony doors wide open, engulfed in the fresh summer breeze. I had tried to keep myself occupied, to get rid of these fantasies as there was nothing that could help me ease my body. Well, almost nothing. But what fun was it? All alone and lonely. I haven't touched myself for a long time but there was nothing else to do, was there?

With the fingertips of my one hand, I stroke down my side, tickling myself ever so slightly. I let my other hand run over the empty space next to me, feeling the fabric under my fingers. I couldn't help but imagine him lying next to me, holding me in his strong arms. My body remembered the warmth of his, it remembered his touch, his deep, raspy voice.

I sighed and let my fingers slip into my pants after unlacing the front, stroking and fondling the growing erection. A silent moan escaped my lips. This was pathetic. I could have had any man at this moment thrust his cock into my yearning body if this god-forsaken door wasn't locked. I was forced to find pleasure in myself and myself alone. I growled into the pillow and grabbed myself harder, letting out all the anger.

Before long I was muting my moans into the pillow, my fingers massaging my penis, digging my nails into the sensitive skin around. With my legs spread wide, two of my fingers reached deep inside me, stretching and thrusting my insides. I was so damn tight it was hard to move, my muscles were clenching down on my fingers, yearning for so much more. But this is all I had.

It wasn't so much my own touch but the fantasies that made this worth it. I could see his face in front of my inner eyes, imagining him teasing me with one finger to loosen me up. The only thing that made this bearable was the illusion of him taking his time to prepare me for what he hid away in his pants. I wanted him to finger me so deep that I was begging for him to finally fuck me. I wanted him to spread my cheeks, pull my head, and thrust his cock inside of me, hitting the deepest point that would make me scream in pleasure.

I wanted to scream his name, but all I did was moan it silently into the pillow while my body, fueled by images in my head, finally came. It wasn't a nice experience. It took away the tension for a moment, but nothing had really changed. I got rid of my immediate erection, but not of the inner heat. My own hands couldn't do what another man could do to me. And they, in return, couldn't do what Velagh could have done, if he just let it happen.

But he was too damn correct and dutiful to ever even think about it. With shame and anger painting my face red, I let this feeling of unfulfilling climax trickle away before I got up and changed. At least I hadn't bothered to get fully rid of my clothes beforehand and just hoped they had caught what little liquid I was able to cum. Still, I felt obligated to check the bed, and well… there really was nothing. Just another proof of how disappointing this little excurse had been.

And just like that, I was back on the small balcony watching the people down below. The narrow streets were lit by warm lights while the sky above was dark and clouded. I listened to the banter, my arms crossed on the balustrade, my body still aching for more.

And just then I locked eyes with a man standing at a corner, partially hidden away in the shadow cast down on him from another balcony across the alley. I could tell he had a sharp face, but I couldn't see much more. His eyes seemed to glitter from under the black hood, looking at me directly. His build reminded me of Velagh's, just smaller. Which wasn't a surprise, barbarians weren't common in this corner of the world, so Velagh towered over most people in this city. But this man still had a strong build, wide shoulders, broad arms crossed in front of his muscular chest, his cape was open, showing the sun-kissed skin beneath a well-worn shirt.

There was something rugged and appealing about him. A smile crossed my lips and in return, he raised his chin ever so slightly. With a tilt of his head, he nodded towards the dark alley swallowing the light behind him, and all I could do in return was shake my head. I raised one hand to gesture at the door behind me, making the movement of a key being turned in the lock. He paused for a second, then he nodded, pushed himself away from the wall, and vanished into the darkness.

I sighed deeply. This could have been so easy but alas, it wasn't. I could have had my fantasies fulfilled with a simple gaze but Velagh was, by all means, a cock blocker even in his absence. Seducing men in my own home was a task, a task that could be quite entertaining, but it was still work. They were so afraid of lying with me, so afraid to touch me. They wanted to, they would whisper the dirtiest fantasies into my ears, but they knew their place.

But out here there was no such thing. People were plain and raw. If they wanted to be involved with me, they would. The only thing stopping them was a locked door. I turned away from the scene and closed the door behind me. Just when I was about to get back into bed, I heard the key turn in the lock. My eyebrows knitted together in anger, as the whole frustration of being locked up here flooded my thoughts.

I was ready to confront this idiot of a guard with my anger, but to my surprise, it wasn't him entering the room. It was the same rugged figure I had seen outside just a minute ago and now, face to face, I realized that he really was an imposing person. He didn't have to duck away under the ceiling beams, but he was still a head taller than I was.

"How much?" He growled in a voice that sent shivers down my spine.