Wyn

[0_0_7]

A half hour a week. He had to entertain the fucking nymph for a thirty fucking minutes a week. Q had heard him go on for a while about how much he resented the little shit and his trickery.

But they'd agreed on a sliver of time between dinner and bed when Q was busy with his studies.

Bond opened the door for Wyn, looked him up and down and looked offended, then stepped back to let him in.

"Take off your shoes," he ordered.

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[prince_of_nymphs]

It happened so fast, hit him like a ton of bricks, and for a moment Wyn just hung there- Humiliated and still feeling that pulse of pleasure ebbing through him.

Trembling, he looked at Bond with wide eyes. Truly, he was too shocked to even speak. He'd never felt magic like that. Never. ...And yet, in some ways it felt familiar. Almost like his own.

[0_0_7]

"A reward," Bond said, and his phone began to beep. He waved his hand and released Wyn from his bonds. "Now get out."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn nearly fell as the man released him, but soon righted himself and nodded- Eager to just go.

Though as he slipped on his shoes, he couldn't help himself- he had to ask.

"Do you- Do you have nymph blood, professor?" he asked quietly.

[0_0_7]

"Get out," was all he replied.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn didn't need to be told again. As soon as his shoes were on, he was gone.