Page 36 of Dark Bonds

“So, that was the infamous Tad.”

She burst out laughing and I couldn’t help but join her. What a colossal clusterfuck that was. I was fairly certain, that if not for Leah being a regular, the outcome would have been much worse for me. The rest of breakfast was uneventful and I was definitely sold on the place. The food was phenomenal. I rolled my eyes at Leah’s forty-seventh attempt at getting me to tell her where I was taking her.

The look of confusion on her face when we hit The Bronx was comical. She might have guessed Yankee Stadium or The Bronx Zoo, but she would be wrong. There was zero chance that she would ever figure out where we were headed.

“Holy shit,” she breathed out. “That has to be the biggest fucking sex shop I’ve ever seen!”

“Sweetheart, the Romantic Depot is 10, 000 sq. ft. of sex toys, lingerie, kink wear, and more. I guarantee you’ve never seen anything like it.”

“What are we waiting for?!”

I chuckled as she went flying out of the car, bouncing on the balls of her feet, waiting for me to join her. Part of me wanted to slow down just to fuck with her, but I didn’t want to quell her enthusiasm. I joined her, grabbed her hand, and led her to the entrance. Her jaw dropped when we walked in. There really wasn’t any way to prepare someone for what they’re going to see when they walk in. It was obvious that she didn’t know where to start, so I directed her to the right, snagging a cart on the way.

“Let’s just wander around. There’s a lot to take in.”

“My God, between you and Sasha, I’m going to go broke.”

“I forgot she took you shopping for club clothes,” I chuckled. “A word to the wise? Don’t shop with Sasha if you can help it.”

“A fat lot of good that’s going to do me now! I went home with more bags than I could comfortably carry.”

“Well, you’ve looked hot as fuck in everything, so I’d call it a success.”

“Thank you… wait… you mean I didn’t look hot as fuck before I went shopping with her?” she asked, eyes dancing with mischief.

She yelped when I grabbed her around the waist, spun her around, and smacked her ass hard.

“Careful, baby girl. Don’t forget you’re coming to the club with me tonight.”

She chuckled and rose to her tippy toes to kiss me softly. We spent hours walking around the store. She argued with me some, but I insisted on paying for a large portion of the things she chose. I wanted to pay for all of it, but we had to come to some sort of compromise. I could tell that she wasn’t entirely happy with the way we split the cost, but her wording made it very easy.

“Baby girl, you’re the one who said I should at least be able to buy my own shoes. Well, you bought your own shoes,” I reasoned.

“Yes, but you bought everything else!”

“Leah. Today was about me treating you. It seems to me that you don’t get spoiled very often and I’m in the position to do that if I want to.”

“You’re right. I didn’t mean to sound like an ingrate. Thank you for everything.”

“You are quite welcome. If you really want to thank me, though, wear those new heels you got to the club tonight.”

“I’ll think about it,” she sassed, just dodging my attempt at smacking her ass again.

“Are you ready to go?”

“I am, but I’m famished. I’m definitely going to get something in me soon.”

“Baby girl, I have something you can have in you,” I grinned, waggling my eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes and got in the car while I loaded our purchases into the trunk. We stopped for Thai takeout and headed back to her place.

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I could barely take my eyes off her. Dressed in, perhaps, my favorite purchase of the day, she was turning heads from the moment we got into the club and she shrugged out of my jacket. She wore a black halter-neck corset, cinched at the waist, her large, round tits proudly on display. Her silver skirt was little more than a belt and the sheer thong under it was just as skimpy. I noticed Seb waving at me, so Leah and I headed his way.

“Jason, man, I need a huge favor.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

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