Jodi felt a rush of heat wash over her.
Holding me down…talking dirty to me…Yes, Master…anything for you…anything at all…
She tried to push the forbidden fantasy away but it was no good. Her nipples were suddenly hard little points at the tips of her breasts and her pussy was throbbing between her thighs. It was like the big Kindred had flipped a switch inside her and she was powerless to shut it back off again.
“What…what do you mean?” she demanded breathlessly, wanting him to go on, though she knew damn well she shouldn’t.
“I’m just saying that different females have different needs,” Vorn murmured in a reasonable tone. “And you shouldn’t be ashamed of those needs, baby. If you need to have your little pussy stuffed full of a long, hard shaft that you can clench around to help you come—that’s all right. Or if you need your soft little clit licked and your ripe nipples sucked and tugged, that’s okay too. It’s all right to want to use toys and you shouldn’t be ashamed of them.”
“I’m not ashamed,” Jodi denied, although the memory of the big Kindred holding her favorite vibrator in his hand still brought a blush to her cheeks. “I’m going to be a sex therapist, remember? I know I can use toys—and I do use them.”
It was strangely liberating to admit this, especially since she’d hidden that fact from her fiancé for so long. She had once tried to bring a tiny little finger-vibe to bed with them, but James had reacted badly and accused her of trying to “emasculate” him. After that, Jodi had kept her little toy habit to herself—along with her other interests.
“You fucking-well do use them.” There was admiration in Vorn’s deep voice that surprised her. “That damn purple thing is nearly as big as my own shaft—I didn’t think human females could take something with that kind of girth and length without using bonding fruit or having a Beast Kindred’s precum to ease the way first.”
“I don’t…don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jodi said. The big Kindred still had her wrapped in his arms, but his grip had loosened to the point that she probably could have twisted away from him and gotten free. But for some reason, she didn’t move an inch—just remained as she was, with her back against his broad, warm chest as she sat on his lap.
“I’m talking about the fact that a human female usually can’t take a shaft that big without help,” Vorn rumbled. “That’s why I thought you might need that, uh toy I found to help yourself get off.”
“I don’t need it,” Jodi protested. “I just…sometimes I, uh, use it when…when James can’t come home or he’s too busy with his research to, um, spend time with me.”
She couldn’t believe she was telling the big, irritating Kindred this. But she felt almost drugged by his warm leather, smoke, and spice scent and by the way he was still restraining her and speaking directly into her ear.
“Too busy to spend time with you? Too busy to do right by you, you mean,” he growled. “What the fuck is wrong with him, anyway? How can he be blessed by the Goddess with a beautiful, intelligent, curvy female who obviously has such a high sex drive and not want to come home and satisfy you every damn night?”
“James…James does fine,” Jodi protested, which was pretty much a blatant lie. “And he doesn’t have to satisfy me—it’s not like it’s his job.”
“Humans must have strange sex lives,” Vorn rumbled. “It fucking-well is his job if he’s the male in your life. He ought to be on his knees eating your soft little pussy every damn night of the week until you come all over his face and then filling you up with his shaft afterwards if that’s what it takes to keep you happy and sexually content.”
“James…James doesn’t do that,” Jodi said, barely believing she was admitting this. “He doesn’t like, uh, going down. Not that it’s any of your business,” she added, rather belatedly.
“Doesn’t like to eat pussy?” The incredulity in Vorn’s deep voice was the same as if she’d declared her fiancé didn’t like blow jobs or chocolate or winning the lottery. “What kind of male doesn’t want to eat pussy?” he demanded.
“Lots of them,” Jodi said with irritation. “Or they don’t know how to do it right. Look—why are we even talking about this?”
“Because you need some help and it doesn’t sound like your fiancé is up to the job,” Vorn remarked. “Why are you even with him if he won’t go down on you?”
“Because oral sex isn’t the entire criteria I base my relationships on,” Jodi snapped. God, how had they even started talking about this in the first place? She was beginning to feel like she’d revealed too much—way too much—and her embarrassment and annoyance was beginning to dissipate the strange kind of drugged lust-haze she’d fallen into.
“What do you base your relationships on, then?” Vorn sounded honestly confused. “If it’s not mutual compatibility and sexual pleasure?”
“None of your God-damned business,” Jodi snapped. “Look, are you ever going to let me go?”
“Are you going to get yourself off?” he demanded in return, his arms tightening around her again. “Promise you will and I’ll let you go free.”
Jodi couldn’t believe him.
“Are you honestly telling me you’re not going to let me go unless I promise to…to…”
“To pet your soft little pussy until you come?” Vorn growled in her ear. “Hell, yes. And you need to come hard, baby—and maybe more than once. You’re in really deep need right now—you need to spend some serious time easing your sexual tension.”
Jodi bit her lip in frustration. How could she tell him that wasn’t how
