Page 123 of Liberating Lily

“I take it you don’t want a toy,” he said dryly.

“No, of course I don’t.”

“Why not? Did you not have one before?”

“No. Could you imagine me trying to buy a sex toy? What on earth would my mother say?”

“How would she know?” he asked.

“Because she got all of my credit card statements, of course. I wasn’t supposed to spend anything that she didn’t agree to.”

“You didn’t have your own money?”

She shrugged, feeling slightly ashamed by this topic. “Well, I’ve never really had a job, have I?”

“But surely you had some money?” he asked.

She shook her head. This was getting more and more embarrassing. She curled up into herself, holding her bent legs to her chest.

“No, I didn’t have any money of my own.”

“Every girl should have a sex toy.”

“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.”