Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 124077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
“I find that most intriguing. Please, tell me more about these ‘toys.’”
Terra’s voice, usually a flat recitation for this part, took on a husky, speculative quality as her gaze—and her imagination—drifted over the rest of the gaudy inventory.
Her body was humming, every nerve ending still singing from the feather’s torture and the solid, impossible ridge of him beneath her. Explaining the toys now felt less like a sales pitch and more like a confession of her own mounting curiosity about his big, muscular body.
“These…” she said, lifting a pair of cuffs lined with plush black velvet. The chain between them gave a soft, metallic whisper. “Are for holding me still. Wrists only with these. Ankles…”
She trailed off, a sudden, vivid image flashing behind her eyes–her legs spread wide, those cuffs buckled tight around her ankles, hooked to the sturdy legs of the chair, leaving her utterly open and helpless before him as he knelt to taste her.
A fresh pulse of heat made her pussy throb at the thought.
“Ankles are a separate purchase. And a different… experience,” she made herself finish.
She put the cuffs down, her fingers lingering on the velvet, trying to get back to herself.
Next, she picked up the smooth, twisted rod of clear glass. It was cool and heavy in her hand under its layer of crackling clear plastic.
“What is that?” Taurex asked, frowning.
“This is an icicle, sugar–for temperature play.” She leaned closer, as if sharing a secret. “We can run it under hot water, or put it in ice. Then…”
She paused, deliberately building his anticipation.
The huge Monstrum rumbled deep in his throat.
“Then what, lovely one?”
Terra brought the tip of the glass dildo to hover just above her bare navel, tracing an invisible line down, down, stopping just short of the edge of her tiny pink thong.
“Then I slide it inside me, sugar. Slow. You get to watch it disappear.”
Her own words sent a shiver through her. She could almost feel the shocking contrast—the searing heat or the aching chill—stretching her, filling her, and she had to press her thighs together for a second to quell the sudden, deep throb.
Again she wondered–what was wrong with her? Why was she having this reaction to an act she’d done so many times before? Why was she imagining actually doing this–imagining how it would feel to have his golden eyes on her body as she slid the thick, clear icicle into her hot pussy?
Stop it, Terra–get hold of yourself! This is just business–that’s ALL.
Trying to take her own advice, she exchanged the glass for the most realistic toy on the shelf–the one that looked like an actual cock. It was a deep tan and thickly veined, with a mushroom-shaped head.
“This is the Stand-In,” she said, her voice dropping. “Looks and feels like the real thing.”
“Wait…” He held up a hand to stop her. “Is this the size and shape of a human male’s equipment?”
Terra frowned, momentarily thrown out of her routine by his question.
“Er…yes,” she said, shrugging. “That’s exactly what it is.”
“But…it is so small.” Taurex shook his head. “How can your human males pleasure you when their equipment is so tiny?”
“Tiny?” Terra bit her lip. The Stand-In was actually much bigger than most regular guys. That was part of the appeal–VIP customers would sometimes pay to see her stretch her pussy on its thickness. It usually required a lot of lube, since her private dance routine usually didn’t turn her on. But tonight, she felt like she could take the Stand In with no lube at all.
Yes, but could you take his cock? whispered a naughty little voice in her head.
Terra did her best not to look at the Minotaur’s crotch and tried to push the thought away.
“It’s…this is for when you want to watch me ride something… but don’t want to get your own clothes messy,” she murmured, trying to stay on script and choosing not to answer his question about how human males could pleasure human females. “It’s for when you want to watch me get fucked.”
As she spoke, her free hand drifted to her own breast, her thumb brushing a taut nipple. But she wasn’t acting like she usually did–she was actually picturing herself doing it–straddling that fake cock right here in this chair, impaling herself on it for his viewing pleasure, her head thrown back in a real cry while those golden eyes watched her every twitch and tremble.
I have to stop thinking this way!
She made herself put the Stand-In back on the shelf and lifted the last of the standard items—a gleaming, pink jeweled butt plug, the base a perfect, faux-diamond teardrop.
“This one’s for more… adventurous play.” She turned it, letting the light catch the jewel. “It can also be a tail, if you get the furry one. It’s for my other hole.”
Saying it so bluntly while she was half-naked and aching, made her face flame. But it also coiled a new, tight knot of desire low in her belly. The idea of being filled there, of feeling that stretch and fullness with every movement while he touched her elsewhere, was both terrifying… and shockingly compelling.