Ruthless King

“It won’t be a pity hug. I really want to hug you.”

She eyed him for a long moment. “Fine, I’ll wash my face and brush my teeth.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“But you don’t have to hug me. I know . . . I know I’m nothing more than an inconvenience.”

“Baby, that’s not true.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me that. It makes me think you care.” She sat up with the blankets held to her chest.

Fuck. Was she naked?

“I do care.”

She eyed him through glazed eyes. Poor girl really didn’t look well.

“Would I be here if I didn’t?” he asked.

“You’re here because Mama asked you to check up on me. Because she thinks she can play Cupid. She doesn’t realize that she’s never had any accuracy with shooting arrows at things.”

“I’m not here because of your mother. I’m here because of you. Because I needed to see you. All right?”

“Fine. Could you hand me my robe? I forgot my pajamas.”

“I’ll get your pajamas. Where are they?”

“In the second drawer down over there.” She waved her hand at the dresser, where he found a pair of lightweight pajamas.His mouth dropped open as he saw what else was in her pajama drawer. There were so many toys she could nearly open a sex shop.

There were two different vibrators. One had an attached clit tickler. The other had a clit tickler and a slimmer wand that would obviously go into her ass.

Then there was a set of anal training plugs. As well as a huge black anal plug. Could she really fit that in her ass?

A set of anal beads with a T-bar base.

A glass dildo.

Three cock rings.

A set of nipple clamps.

An exceptionally enormous bottle of lube.

Jilly used all of these? He had to admit that he was shocked when not much ever shocked him anymore.

“Regent?”

Shit.

Quickly, he grabbed her robe, too. Then he walked back to where she held her hands out.

“I should help you.”

“Um, no. I have this.”

He frowned. “You shouldn’t get out of bed. You might fall and hit your head.”

“I’ll be fine. Give me my stuff and then turn your back.”