Chapter 7
Banjo
Sweat trickles down my back as Tavryn whispers that he wants everyone to know I belong to him.
I’m pretty sure I don’t actually belong to him, unless…
have I been his pet this entire time? He hasn’t been treating me like I imagine someone would treat their human pet, but it’s not like we’ve really been around other aliens for him to show me off to.
I can’t deny how good that sounds. No part of me minds belonging to Tavryn.
Especially not my cock, which is straining against my jeans after that incredibly hot show of possessiveness.
The thought of being led around on a leash does nothing to make it go down.
And when he calls me not only my name, but darling? I nearly swoon right off of my stool.
All of this is so new. Although I fooled around with a couple different guys when I was on Earth, everything we did was pretty basic, mostly because the chemistry was never that great.
When you live in a small, rural town like I do—did—you can’t be picky.
I figured one guy couldn’t really be any different than any other guy.
Apparently, I was wrong. Tavryn has already turned me on more today than any of those other guys ever did, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
Ugh, what I wouldn’t give for him to touch me outside of when he’s asleep. Just thinking about it makes me want to groan.
He’s staring at me, his sexy smolder changing into a concerned look.
Uh-oh. I think I’ve been tongue tied too long.
“That sounds real good.” The words tumble out in an eager exhale.
All that time spent thinking, and I couldn’t come up with anything better than that?
“You can parade me around whenever you want. You won’t be gettin’ no complaints from me.
” Maybe a few whimpers, but definitely no complaints.
“Is that right? Are you going to be my good boy?” Tavryn’s smirk is back, telling me he knows exactly what he’s doing. I shift uncomfortably. Will it be totally obvious if I adjust myself? Even under the table, I’m not sure I can be subtle about it.
“Yes, sir,” I reply without thinking. Manners have been drilled into me for years, so it feels natural to address Tavryn like this. He’s definitely the kind of guy who likes to be respected. Heck, he might even deserve it. In the infrequent moments when he’s not acting like a total jerk, that is.
Tavryn sinks back on his stool. The distance between us suddenly feels huge. “You’re going to do perfectly.” With that he stands up, leaving his bowl on the table as he heads back into the cockpit. “I’ll let you clean up. You obviously need a moment to calm down.”
He shoots me a wink over his shoulder before the door slides shut behind him, hiding him from view.
I bury my face in my hands with a groan.
I’m clearly going to have to be very careful about what I wear on Qauvela.
If just thinking about Tavryn putting a collar on me is having this effect, I can’t even imagine what’ll happen when he actually does it.
Turns out I get absolutely no say in what I wear on Qauvela.
The “supplies” Tavryn got for us include the collar and leash we talked about, along with a pair of the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen.
Seriously, there’s absolutely no way my backside, which just happens to be one of my greatest assets, is going to fit in there without my cheeks hanging out.
And if that isn’t enough, there’s also body oil.
Glittery body oil. I know Tavryn wants to show me off, but I didn’t expect it to be to this extent.
I’m not sure my body is worth this effort.
I typically feel pretty good about how I look, especially after being on national television, but this has me doubting myself. Tavryn doesn’t seem concerned at all.
“You can go ahead and strip here,” he tells me, sitting on the very edge of the bed. I figure he’s going to turn his head or close his eyes to give me some privacy. Instead, he stares at me eagerly, like I’m already naked. I glance from the pair of shorts in my hand to the bathroom.
“I think I’ll just….” I motion towards the bathroom with my thumb before taking a slow step towards it. Tavryn lets out a loud sigh, even by his standards.
“Fine,” he huffs, then collapses back against the bed with a grunt. “But you’re coming back out here to put the body oil on. Wouldn’t want you to slip in the bathroom and hurt yourself. No one will ever find you in there with the door locked.”
He’s just making up excuses to look at me.
There’s not even a real lock on the bathroom door, a fact I learned very early in my time here.
Tavryn had sworn he didn’t know I was in the shower, but there was no way he didn’t hear the water running.
There’s no privacy here, except for wherever Stells is holed up at.
I figure she has to be in some sort of secret control room off the cargo hold.
I imagine her sitting in one of those big swivel chairs surrounded by screens like she’s the sidekick to a superhero or something.
“What, you wouldn’t come rushin’ to rescue me again?” I ask playfully. Tavryn just shrugs in response, not even looking over at me, so I head into the bathroom.
The shorts end up covering me up slightly better than I thought.
Although they manage to fully protect my modesty now, I doubt they’ll do me any favors if I start to chub up.
Which is inevitable if Tavryn really watches me oil myself up.
My cock twitches at the thought. I consider putting it on in here, regardless of what he said, until I realize that Tavryn still has the bottle. That sneaky little snake.
“Alright.” I lean against the doorframe as the bathroom door slides open, propping one forearm high up on the frame. “How do I look?” Tavryn turns his head, eyes widening in a way that’s almost funny. He sits up slowly, his eyes never leaving my mostly naked form.
“Like I’m going to have to shoot somebody if I want to have you all to myself.” Tavryn stands as he speaks, and for the first time I notice a small pistol strapped to his thigh. It looks super futuristic, so it must be some kind of fancy space tech. I frown as his comment registers.
“Wait, I don’t want you to shoot nobody,” I protest, moving away from the door and towards him. “If this is gon’ cause that kinda stir, I should put something else on, don’t you think?”
Tavryn quickly shakes his head and reaches toward me.
For a moment, I think his fingers are going to brush my stomach, but he pulls back right before we touch.
It was close though, so close that I swear I felt the movement of his hand ruffling the hair of my happy trail, which is very much on display in these low-cut shorts.
“No. There's the possibility I’ll have to defend my claim on you no matter what you’re wearing,” Tavryn explains. He reaches into his pocket, offering me the bottle of oil. “Even though the Despot has recognized you as mine, word only spreads so fast. Even on Qauvela.”
I don’t understand exactly what he means by all that, so I just nod in response as I open the vial. “I definitely don’t want nobody claimin’ me but you,” I agree, pouring a little of the oil into my hand. It’s slick, slick enough to immediately send my mind to the gutter.
This would be super helpful to have if I ever had enough privacy to use the dildo I brought with me. Just like that, I’m half hard again, and Tavryn’s eyes immediately focus on what’s barely hidden underneath my shorts.
“Stars,” Tavryn breathes. His pupils are nearly slits by this point, the shades of purple in his eyes swirling together faster. Is that arousal? Is he thinking about claiming me in the same way I am?
Against his best efforts, we have been growing closer over these past few days. Not enough for him to touch me, but at least we can have a conversation without him getting all mad at me. I consider that a win.
“What?” I ask innocently, slowly working the oil over my pecs.
I figure that’s a reasonable enough place to start since Tavryn didn’t give me any directions.
The glitter adds a sparkle to my skin that I actually do appreciate.
They put me in a lot of makeup to be camera ready on America’s Voice, but none of it was like this.
I brush my thumb over one nipple, shuddering as a bolt of arousal shoots through me.
That was not a good idea. I’m definitely teasing myself as much, if not more, than I’m teasing Tavryn.
Seeing him look at me like that makes it totally worth it, though.
His tail swishes behind him, giving away his interest even though his expression is still mostly neutral.
It makes me feel bold enough to take a chance.
“Am I doin’ it wrong?” I bat my eyelashes at him. Viola was always jealous of how long they are. “You wanna come show me how it’s done?”
Tavryn takes a step forward. Just that one step sends my heart into a gallop After two steps, his head catches up with him.
“I don’t trust your cleanliness,” he tells me, nose wrinkling ever so slightly. It’s a weak excuse. He knows I showered this morning, and he never seems to mind how clean I am when he’s cuddling me in bed. Sure, he’s asleep when he does it then, but still, I feel like it should count.
“I promise I’m real clean,” I tell him, deciding to take a step forward myself.
I run my slick hand over my stomach to spread the oil further down.
“Clean enough to eat off of.” Tavryn snorts in response, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
He really is beautiful. So familiar and alien all at the same time.
“Well, maybe not now, since I got all this oil all over me.”
“It’s safe to consume,” Tavryn assures me with a bit of a smirk.