Jodi bit her lip.
“And just how would you know what my pussy would taste like?” she demanded. God, were they really having this conversation?
“By your scent, of course.” He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling under his crimson uniform shirt. “If it smells good, it’s going to taste good, right?” He inhaled, his nostrils flaring. “And I’ve never smelled anything half as sweet as your pussy, little girl. Therefore, I’m sure it would taste fucking amazing.”
“Well, you’re not going to get a chance to find out,” Jodi said lightly, amazed all over again at the easy banter between them. “That’s what we’re in here for, right?”
“Right—so let’s stop fucking around with this stuff and go find the toys,” Vorn said. “C’mon.”
He led the way down the well-lighted aisles past a display of sex-swings and a fucking machine that looked like someone had mounted a phallus on a piston until they came to a long, long row of vibrators and dildos.
There must have been hundreds of them. Long ones, short ones, thin ones, fat ones, realistic ones with veins on their shafts like a real cock, candy-colored, neon ones that glowed in the dark, some that vibrated in twenty different rhythms, and jelly ones with a suction cup at the end you could stick to the shower wall and impale yourself on…the Todd had everything.
Jodi’s eyes got wide as she scanned the abundance before her. There were so many to choose from! She had only ever shopped online before and somehow seeing so many products all lined up for her to pick from felt like an embarrassment of riches.
Vorn looked at the display and nodded in approval.
“Good, this is good. Well go on, sweetheart—pick one,” he urged her. “Or two or three if you want. Remember, I’m paying and the sky is the limit.”
Hesitantly, Jodi reached for a vibrator called “The Slim Jim.” It was long enough but it certainly wasn’t very thick. Still, it was embarrassing to reach for what she really wanted.
“Hey, don’t waste your time or my money, little girl.” Vorn plucked the Slim Jim out of her hand and put it back. Then he picked a new dildo out for her. This one was two or three times as thick and the package read, “The Big Daddy.”
Jodi blushed and looked around. It seemed weird to be shopping for sex toys as openly as she might run to Wal-Mart for shampoo. But though there weren’t many people in the shop at this hour, she saw several browsing with the same nonchalance Vorn was displaying. One aisle over a gay couple was debating the merits of one butt plug over another and several aisles down a girl was on her cell phone asking someone which would be better for the bachelorette party—the penis-shaped straws that made you look like you were sucking a cock or the candy necklaces made of penis and ball Sweet-tart candies. Or maybe she ought to get both and the penis balloons too? They blew up huge and were such a scream!
“It’s okay, little girl.” Vorn’s voice had dropped to a low growl. “Just get what you want—get what you need. And you don’t need to give a flying fuck what anybody thinks about it.”
“Well…” Jodi bit her lip, thinking that it almost seemed as though he had read her mind. “If you’re sure?”
“I’m fucking sure, all right,” Vorn told her. “Come on—let’s get you a variety. But first, is this one good?” He nodded at the Big Daddy. “Will it be thick enough to fill you up right?”
Jodi found herself blushing but she answered as though they were having a normal conversation, “I think so. It looks about the right, uh, size.”
“Good.” He nodded and put it in the shopping basket he had picked up from somewhere. “Just want to be sure your little pussy is happy, baby. Now, what about one that vibrates?”
He picked out a rabbit vibrator with “tickler” ears and showed it to her.
Jodi bit her lip. God, was she crazy going sex toy shopping with the big Kindred? But somehow now that the air had cleared between them, it almost felt natural to talk to him like this. In fact, it felt like a relief.
She could never talk to James about her little fantasies or show him her toys and he would certainly never offer to buy her new ones. James was a strictly missionary-position-in-the-dark kind of guy and he showed little to no interest in anything else.
It was refreshing, Jodi thought, to be with a man who not only wasn’t threatened by her desire for toys but who also wanted to know which ones would help get her off the hardest and fastest. Even if Vorn was only doing this in order to help her stop making the “in heat” scent she was apparently putting out, Jodi liked the big Kindred’s practical and completely un-embarrassed approach to what they were buying.