Her smile returned when he glanced down at his erection poking out between the fly of his shorts.
“You certainly make a formidable ravisher,” she murmured.
He pumped his eyebrows. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Her soft laughter mesmerized him for a second or two. It stopped when he turned and headed out of the room.
“Thomas?”
“I’ll be right back. I’m looking for something—”
She twisted her chin to see him when he walked back in the room a moment later.
“What are you doing?” she asked bemusedly as she stared at the dark red, silicone spatula he held in his hand.
“Improvising,” he said before he set the spatula next to the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table. “Sophie?”
“Yes?” she asked, dragging her gaze off the spatula. The light spilling from the opened bathroom door was sufficient for him to see how flushed her cheeks looked.
“What we’re going to do . . . it’d be best if you were as aroused as you can be. Do you happen to have a vibrator?”
Her lips fell open. Her blush deepened.
“Yes.”
He smiled and pointed toward the bedside table drawer, his eyebrows cocked in a query. Her nod seemed hesitant.
“It’s not a crime, Sophie,” he murmured amusedly as he opened the drawer. “Believe it or not, I realize that women like to masturbate just as much as men.” He paused when he saw the shape of what was obviously a dildo wrapped in a soft, dark blue cloth at the back of the drawer. He lifted the realistically shaped rubber phallus and whisked it out of the cloth bag.
His grin widened as he met Sophie’s wide-eyed stare. “You like them big, huh, Sophie?”
She shut her eyes in embarrassment.
“It’s not exactly the sort of thing I was asking about. Don’t you have a nice little clit vibrator?” he asked, eyeing the monster cock he held standing up in his palm. The dildo was as large as his cock, and it certainly wouldn’t help him prepare Sophie’s ass for penetration.
“I don’t have anything else,” Sophie murmured, her eyes still closed. “It is a vibrator, though.”
He glanced over at her, but she refused to meet his gaze. He reached inside the drawer for the vibrator controller and set both it and the rubber cock on the table.
She opened her eyes when he straddled her waist on the bed and leaned down to kiss a hot cheek.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispered hoarsely as he peppered her cheeks and jaw with kisses. He hovered above her mouth and spoke quietly. “It’s exciting to think of it—sweet, innocent Sophie Gable choosing one sex toy for her personal pleasure, and instead of getting a compact little clit vibrator, she gets herself a nice, big cock.”
He kissed her mouth, sending his tongue between her lips to tease himself with her singular flavor. His cock throbbed on her warm, smooth belly. He didn’t say it out loud, but it also gratified him that she’d purchased a cock that wasn’t dissimilar in size and shape to his own penis, and she hadn’t even known him then. He liked knowing that she had a preference for something he possessed. “Sweet Sophie,” he murmured as he plucked at her lips. “You please me so much. How many more secrets do you carry behind those beautiful eyes?”
She said nothing when he lifted his head, but like him, she panted softly.
“I’m so going to enjoy using that cock on you,” he said.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sophie’s eyes went wide when she registered the gentle warning in Thomas’s tone.
I’m so going to enjoy using that cock on you.
It was embarrassing revealing something as personal as her chosen method of masturbation to him—especially when the vibrating dildo was so large—but it was exciting, as well. What was he planning on doing to her while she was tied up to the bed, helpless and panting with desire?
Well, not helpless, precisely, Sophie reminded herself as she pulled slightly on the knots that bound her and felt the give to the material. She could escape if she wanted to, and Thomas had told her all she had to do was say the word, and he’d release her.