Page 7 of Taming His Rockstar

“Oh,” I exclaim as I see it move up and down, the speed slowly increasing until it’s moving at a dizzying speed. “Who the hell is going to want that?”

The assistant smiles. “Some people like it.”

Jane shakes her head. “Me, I prefer to feel the weight of the person moving inside me, above me.”

As for me, I turn away to hide my blush.

“What do you need?” our assistant asks us. “I could help you out if there is a particular need you’re trying to meet.” She seems to size up the both of us. “We have a nice collection of strap-ons and—”

“Oh,” Jane laughs out. “You think we’re together? Hell no!”

“Hey,” I protest.

Jane grins as she looks at me. “Oh, it’s not like that, honey. You know if anything should ever happen to Travis, then you’re the first person on my list.”

“Thank you,” I reply, grinning back at her.

“No.” Jane turns back to her assistant. “We’re just here to pick a new personal play toy for my friend here. Her last one suddenly stopped working. Considering how long since her last long-term relationship, I don’t think we need to figure out why that is.”

I tug at Jane’s hands, wondering why she’s throwing caution to the wind and revealing what should be personal details to some strange shop assistant we just met.

“Well, we have a great selection of vibrators and wands,” our assistant replies. “Please follow me.”

As we are walking with her, a display suddenly catches my eye, and I stop to look at it. A male mannequin dressed in a suit has a female kneeling in front of him. She has on a leather catsuit that in my opinion looks really uncomfortable. But I’m more interested in the collar around her neck, the rope around her hands and legs that secures them together, and the way her head is bowed. The whip in his hand is lifted in the air as if he is about to use it. There is something . . . It’s hard to find the words to describe it. Titillating is what I come close to. There’s something titillating about how subservient she looks. She would do whatever he wanted her to do. She wouldn’t have to worry about anything; as long as she did what he asked her to do she would be pleasing him. Almost like finding freedom in the ropes that held her bound.

“You ever tried it before?” I ask Jane who has stopped to admire the display with me.

“Yeah.” She smiles when I turn to look at her. “A long time ago and not with Travis. Didn’t like it one bit. The dumbass kept telling me what to do, and when I grabbed his junk to go down with him, he pushed me down and tried to spank me.” She shakes her head. “Can you even imagine? I’m giving him something any guy would die to get, and he thought the best way to respond to that was to punish me for it. Never tried it again.”

“You realize that the whole point is that he gets to tell you what to do and punish you if you don’t do it.”

She nods. “I just can’t imagine anybody actually liking the stuff. We’re still fighting for equality outside, and they want me to submit in the one place where I can make them eat out of my hands.” She nudges me with her shoulders as she points to the display. “Can you even imagine yourself on the floor like that? I can’t even imagine what you’ll do to the guy who would dare suggest it.”

“You never know,” I reply with a nervous laugh.

“Just let me see his balls before you throw them in the fireplace.” Chuckling at her joke, she pulls me away. “Come on, let’s find you a new toy.”

I end up purchasing pretty much the same vibrator as my last one since it’s the one I feel the most comfortable with. We give our assistant a big tip for all her help, and I leave the store still thinking about that display case and wondering if I’m not being naïve to want something like that. Even my best friend couldn’t imagine me as a submissive, and even though the idea sounds titillating, I know myself enough to know that I’m too stubborn to truly be submissive. If I’m with a lover and I want to go down with him, I doubt I would settle for anything else. I’ve never had to settle for anything else. Would I react like Jane?

We find the perfect dress for the night plans two shops away. It’s a tight red ruffle dress. And it’s perfect. It shows enough cleavage to be classified as flirty but not too much that it makes me look slutty. Which is a good thing since I don’t do slutty. The opportunity to show the dress off makes me look forward to going out with Jane. Besides, I don’t mind if I do find a nice guy to screw my brains out. Just because I bought a toy doesn’t mean I don’t want the real thing.

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