Thomas inhaled sharply, thinking about all the things he wanted Elia Martell to do with her mouth on his cock. None of them were particularly suited to the lady she was, however, and he refrained from much more than groaning. He threaded heavy hands in her long hair, giving her a hazy glance.
"I...I think she should try all of them," he managed, grinning wickedly. "See what pleases her lord, and what garners a punishment."