“I’ll start easy. What’s the deal with your ass?”
“Sorry?”
“Your ass. Your thighs, too. Not that you weren’t built before, but you’re a fucking brick house now. Are you on steroids?”
Toby snorted. “No. It’s resistance bands. Weight training. I’ve been going at it pretty hard for a while now, and I’m good at building muscle, it turns out.”
Boy fucking howdy. Tabby wished she could have seen his ass flexing as he fucked her in his foyer. Maybe they could do it near a mirror next time. Another flood of lust tingled down her chest and into her still-soaked pussy, and the atmosphere between her and Toby grew heavier.
“How long do you want to keep going?” Toby asked, the smirk evident in his voice.
Fucking mind reader…
“At least another forty-five?” Tabby guessed. “I want to get the stag done.”
“Then I’ll wait to tell you what we’re doing next,” he said in his low, velvety sex voice.
She was growing way too attached to how he sounded when he was being all horny. “You can, uh, try to do it now? I’ve got great concentration.”
“That right, sweetness?”
Tabby ignored him, tattooing determinedly down one of the stag’s legs. He laughed again, stretching his free arm over his head. “Yeah? What if I put you in a spreader bar?”
“Pardon?”
“It’s a bar with two slots for your ankles?—”
“I know what a spreader bar is, Toby. I’ve been to Sexpo. What do you want to do to me once I’minthe spreader bar?”
“I dunno,” he said with deliberate-sounding vagueness. “Could put you on all fours and eat you until you pass out.”
Tabby considered it further credit to her non-existent surgical career that her fingers didn’t tremble. “That… could be good.”
“Yeah, I like the thought of you all locked up. I used to think about putting you in a cage. Sticking my cock through the bars and having you lick it until I came all over you.”
That one almost got her. Using every ounce of her will to keep her hands steady, she forced herself to roll her eyes. “Mate, where would you even get a human-sized cage?”
“They make them online. Custom. Expensive but…”
But what, dickweed? But fucking what? Why am I not in a cage right now?
“… but I didn’t want to be a guy with a human-sized cage in his house. Could freak people out.”
“I can see that. Have you… always been into this stuff? Or is this a new development?”
Toby hesitated. “I…”
“Honesty, remember? Your idea?”
He flashed her a remorseful grin. “Right. Well, I’ve always been into this kind of thing. BDSM stuff, I guess. Used to freak me out, actually.”
“Because of Jesus?”
“Probably. But there was also the feeling I wasn’t quite right.” He hovered a hand over his exquisitely muscled chest, across his heart. “Here. That I wanted stuff that was fucked, and I’d thought about it so much and watched so much hentai that I’d gone wrong. Made myself so weird I wouldn’t work properly anymore.”
“Oh,Tobes!”
He smiled, an easy, summer kind of smile. “Kinda sad, huh? I think that’s another reason why I didn’t want to, you know, hook up with anyone. I was scared about what might come out. But then my luck changed, and a beautiful woman took me under her wing. Showed me how to fuck for the first time. Made me feel like maybe I wasn’t doomed to the priesthood.”
