Page 7 of The Toymaker
“Hell, yes,” Kit blurted. How could he not want it?
Riju squinted as Trig spoke. “What’s the hell yes?”
“I read it in a book set on Earth once,” replied Kit. “I thought it was funny, and it stuck with me. It's like…fuck yes! You can also use it with no.”
“Oh.” Trig chuckled. “It’s just a human saying, Riju. Also, you don’t have to ask Kit to fuck since he’s agreeing to stay, and he’s aware of what everything involves. Go downstairs and get the collar and the cock cage.”
Once Riju left, Kit figured he’d ask. “Um, what’s this bit with dealing with him?”
Trig hesitated. “Sometimes, he’ll probably seem quite…off. I'm sure you noticed already.”
“He stared a lot…is he mad at me?”
“No,” said Trig. “He's just checking you out, and maybe he’s decided he kind of likes you since he's been looking at you. Iguess you could say he has a kind of mental illness. I don’t know what you’d call it. I’ve told him not to stare, but he’s stubborn. It’s that or he’ll barely look at people. He’s capable of working the counter, making toys, and whatnot. He keeps his own room neat too. If he gets upset for a reason that doesn’t make sense to you, I won’t have you yelling at him or anything.”
Why the fuck would Kit yell at him for growing upset?
“Not everyone gets it,” Trig said in response to Kit’s expression. “He’s not very good at socializing properly with strangers in general, and some seem put off by it. He is better now in some ways, but not everyone is willing to be patient. You can’t make fun of him.”
“Okay,” said Kit. “Even if I wasn’t your slave, I wouldn’t make fun of him.”
“I’m still warning you. He was here first, and his safety and wellness is a priority to me. Also, you’re to obey anything he says. The only one who can negate a command from him is me. We had a guy who only came over on weekends as our slave, and things were okay for a couple of months until he called Riju a retarded idiot right to his face. I had to end that relationship, and I’m not putting up with another who thinks they can say whatever to him.”
Riju’s footsteps in the hall approached, and he entered with the requested items to set them on the table. He sat in his chair again and tucked his legs under him while Trig unbuckled the collar. Riju reached into his blue coat and started fiddling with a small lump on his chest. Kit had no idea what he was hiding in there.
“Are you okay with the contract?” Trig asked as he held the collar. “Last chance.”
“Yes.” Kit had read the whole thing and had no other questions. He could also ask questions later if he needed clarification.
As soon as Kit wrote his name with the never-fill quill, Riju spoke. “Get on your knees.”
Furniture would be a treat from now on. Kit had fewer rights than a normal pleasure slave, although the contract had stated he wasn’t to ever speak of that. No safety words and not being permitted to break a contract were strictly forbidden in The Edge.
While he got on his knees, Trig pushed the contract over. Riju signed it, got down to crouch by Kit, and gave him yet another suspicious look as he adjusted his spectacles.
“Um…” Kit looked into his purple eyes and wondered why.
Maybe Riju wasn't entirely keen on sharing Trig, but he seemed to like the idea of a slave to fuck. Besides, bringing a third into a relationship is something they would have already discussed, and they’d done it before. Perhaps he was afraid Kit was going to call him retarded too.
“Do you want to see my toy?” Riju poked the lump in his coat.
He had a sex toy hidden under his coat? Why on Ymir’s dirt was he carrying it around in his coat?
“Uh, sure, Master.”
Riju carefully pulled out a cute little doll in a light brown dress. She had red yarn hair and a painted face. Riju held her by the hands so her feet touched the floor.
Kit realized “dealing” might mean he’d have to get used to someone who had interests that might seem odd for an adult. Not that Kit had anything against dolls. They were cute, and he used to have one until his fake Uncle told him to get rid of it when he was ten. He’d said ten was far too old to play with dolls or cry after being told to get rid of a silly toy.
Trig should have better worded that bit of the contract because Kit didn’t consider it to be dealing with someone. Liking dolls wasn't a big issue to him. Some people liked to dismantlepocket watches to see how they worked. Other thought puzzles were fun. Maybe Riju wasn’t the only adult who enjoyed dolls.
“Red is one of my favorites,” said Riju.
Kit realized he meant the doll was named Red.
“She’s not my absolute favorite, and you can’t touch that one,” Riju said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“I won’t, Master,” Kit hastily promised.
