Page 8 of Dancing for the Minotaur

He followed her gesture and frowned at the brightly colored toys, all wrapped in plastic.

“Toys? Are these objects of amusement you give to Earth younglings?”

Terra bit back a laugh.

“Er, not exactly. These toys are strictly for adults, sugar,” she told him.

“Adult toys?” His frown deepened. “Explain them to me.”

Terra made herself go into professional mode, even though his scent and his golden gaze kept making her forget what she was supposed to be doing. Right. Business. She could do business.

She stepped back, putting a tiny bit of space between them, though the heat of his big body seemed to follow her teasingly. She picked up the first toy, the one with the long handle and the fluffy white feather.

“This is a tickler,” she said, her voice regaining a semblance of its practiced purr.

She dragged the feather over her own nipple, and though she’d done this routine a thousand times, this time, her little gasp wasn’t faked. The sensitive peak was already so tight, so eager, that even that soft touch sent a jolt straight to her clit.

Before she could stop herself, Terra wondered what it would feel like if his mouth were there instead—if those full, human lips were to close over her, if his tongue, which she’d seen in her vision, were to circle her tight peak and begin to suck.

The thought made her knees feel weak. What was wrong with her?

“If you buy it,” she continued, forcing the words out, “I’ll use it. Or you can, if you’re gentle.” She put it down, her fingers trembling slightly.

His golden eyes were half-lidded now and he nodded with understanding.

“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.