Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“You really want me to have one? I mean . . . isn’t that, like, wouldn’t you feel that you . . . I don’t know . . .” She trailed off in embarrassment, unsure of what exactly she was trying to say.
“You think that I might be jealous of a toy? That I shouldn’t want you to have one because you have my truly magnificent cock to play with?”
He was killing her. He really was. Was it possible for her face to be this hot and there not be something wrong with her?
“I mean, once you do start playing with it, I think any toy will pale in comparison. But I would love nothing more than to watch you play with a toy.”
Her lips parted and her breathing grew faster. Was he for real right now? He wanted to watch her use a toy on herself?
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for that,” she told him.
“Let’s just wait and see, because that would be damn sexy.”
“I don’t want a toy,” she said. “I don’t think I could use it. Not here. I just . . . it doesn’t feel quite right.”
She felt too shy and embarrassed at the idea of using something on herself.
“Why don’t we take a look?” he suggested. “We can order the toy, and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to use it. But if you ever want it, it’s there.”
Well, she guessed there was no harm in that, right?
“Wow, there’s a lot to choose from,” she said ten minutes later, feeling overwhelmed. “How does a person know what they like? And what if I get it wrong?”
“We’ll just start with something simple, something classic, like the vibrator with rabbit ears. Yeah, you’ll like that one.”
How did he know what she’d like? She had no idea what she’d like. But the next thing she knew, he was popping it in the cart.
Oh my God, she was now going to be the owner of a vibrator.
“This is just for fun. You don’t like it, you don’t have to use it.”
“But it’s not like you can return it.”
“Definitely can’t return it,” he said with a grin. “But don’t worry, we’ll find some use for it.”
“Like what?” she asked. “What other use could you have for a vibrator?”
“I don’t know, maybe a foot massager or a back scratcher. Hey, maybe it could be used to froth up the milk for our morning coffee.”
She just stared at him for a long moment. Surely he wasn’t serious. Then she spotted him grinning. “Stop that. You had me going for a moment there.”
“Poor baby,” he told her. “Don’t worry so much, all right? You need to learn to de-stress. You know what is good for de-stressing, right?”
Oh, she knew exactly what he was going to say.
“An orgasm,” she replied dryly.
“What? No. Oh, well, I suppose it could be. I was going to say a back massage. But if an orgasm’s what you need to de-stress, well, I’m your man.”
Oh, Lord. She walked right into that one. But to be honest, looking at all those sex toys had only increased her arousal, not eased it.
Which was a problem, because she had no idea now how she was going to get to sleep.
“You’re still turned on, aren’t you, baby? Do you need my help?” he asked.
There was no way she could tell him yes, right? Yes, she wanted him to touch her, but she wasn’t sure that she wanted anything more than that. It was wrong to take without giving back. She knew that.
So she shook her head.
“Remember that lying to me is against the rules,” he warned.
This was going to take some getting used to. She wasn’t used to sharing all of her thoughts and feelings. Her mother had always preferred that she keep those to herself, which might be part of her problem.
“All right,” she blurted out grouchily. “Yes, I’m turned on, but I don’t need to do anything about it. I don’t think I’m ready to do anything more. I’m sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologize, baby. You’re not ready.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you to touch me,” she said. “I’m just not sure how far I can go, or if I’ll need to stop or . . . I don’t know if I can do the same for you.” She rushed out the last words, embarrassed to say them, and she could feel him growing still as he stared at her. But she wasn’t able to raise her gaze up from his chin to see his full face.
“Lily, I want you to look at me. Come on, look at me. So your only worry is that you won’t be able to give me the same in return?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s my only worry, but I guess it’s the most pressing one.”