Page 65 of Don't Make Me Beg
I nuzzle in, letting Miss Scarlett’s magic titties siphon all my stress away. I almost forget what I’m supposed to be doing until she notices I didn’t come alone.
“And look who you’ve brought with you!” She tosses me to the side as she pulls a very nervous-looking Scout into a hug. “You know, I never thought I’d see your pretty face set foot in my store.” She breaks the hug and nudges me with her elbow. “But I guess being married to this one is bound to rub off on you.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she looks between us.
“How’s married life?” Miss Scarlett asks with a mischievous smile. “I’m surprised you two managed to leave the house at all. Especially after that little show you put on at the town meeting the other night.” She waggles her brows and adds, “I do love an act of passion.”
Scout’s eyes widen in horror.
“Don’t worry, we’re making plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.” I wrap an arm around Scout and tug her into my side. “I can hardly keep this one off me. She’s insatiable.”
I feel a sharp pinch on my side, but I don’t even flinch.
Miss Scarlett lets out a low whistle and pulls out a lace fan, waving it to cool herself down. “I can’t say that I blame her. It’s always the shy ones that surprise you.”
“Indeed they do. Actually, that’s why we’re here—calling in some reinforcements.” I pull Scout closer, feeling anothersearing pinch, this time on the back of my arm. “She keeps me up all night. Just can’t seem to get enough, can you, sweetheart?”
I don’t give her time to respond before pressing her face into my chest in more of a headlock than a hug. Scout struggles to break away, but she’s no match for my strength. I pretend to comfort her, smoothing her hair down and planting a kiss on her head as she fights and pinches in protest.
Miss Scarlett laughs, clearly enjoying every second. “So that’s why you look so tired,” she says with a wink. “Well, I just got a new shipment of vibrating cock rings.” She gestures over her shoulder. “They’re on the back wall with the other vibrators.”
“Thank you, Miss Scarlett. We’ll be sure to check those out. I’ve been taking my time, easing her into things. Don’t want to scare her off too soon, if you know what I’m saying.”
“Of course. I’ve made that mistake too many times to count,” she says with a sigh. “Oh, I just remembered, I’ve got that guybrator you ordered last week in the back. Why don’t I give you two some privacy while I grab it.” She gives me a knowing wink before sauntering away.
“Thanks, Miss Scarlett. You’re a doll.”
“Oh, honey, you have no idea.” She calls without ever looking back.
I finally release Scout from my hold. Her hair’s sticking up with static, and she sucks in a heaving gasp. She shoves me with both hands, but I don’t move. “What the hell, Luka! Why would you tell her that? Miss Scarlett’s probably back there dialing up the phone chain right now, telling everyone how horny I am.”
“Aren’t you?”
Her body goes still, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. “No. Of course not.”
I take a step closer, lowering my voice. “Now I really know you’re lying.”
Without another word, I spin on a heel and make my way down the aisle filled with every type of lube a person could need. Oil-based, silicon-based, warming. Desensitizing. Don’t need that, though I can see how it could be helpful in the right conditions. I’m nothing if not an equal opportunity sex toy enthusiast.
My eyes scan the shelves quickly, scanning the flavors until something grabs my attention. Green apple, blue raspberry, bubble gum… my fingers pause when I reach wild cherry. I glance over my shoulder to see Scout looking uncomfortable and laugh to myself as I drop it in the basket.
“You look like you’re uncomfortable. Is this the first time you’ve been in a sex shop?”
“No.” She shakes her head, but her eyes are too busy darting around, making sure the coast is clear to be convincing.
“Once again, I’m calling bullshit.” I squat down to get a better view of the bottom shelf. “Ah, here we are. Cooling mint.” I grab the box off the shelf and hold it out to show Scout. “Add in a little temperature play and you’ve got yourself a good time. I’m not sure I’d recommend it for beginners, though.” I give her a wink as I toss it into the basket.
Scout almost has to run to keep up with me; her short legs are no match for my long strides. “Seriously, Luka, why did you bring me here? Do you just enjoy torturing me? Is that it?”
“Maybe… But what you should really be asking yourself is why you’re so worried about what everyone is going to think,” I say as I turn down the next aisle, stopping in front of the leather restraints and floggers.
“I’m not… But maybe I’d rather the whole town not think I’m a sexual deviant…” Scout’s words trail off as she whips around the corner and crashes into my back with a squeak. “Who’s that for?” She looks absolutely terrified when she sees the leather whip in my hand.
“Oh, this?” I shrug. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” I give my palm a test smack and flinch as I wipe my stinging palm against my chest. Then I drop it in the basket as I continue shopping.
We head toward the display of butt plugs, and I reach for the most intimidating one I can find. It’s a fox tail, not a tiny one either. Pretty damn close to life size if you ask me, though I can’t be certain. I stroke the soft fur as I pretend to consider it, even gesturing for Scout to turn around so I can visualize the look of it on.
Of course she refuses, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly… if only she knew how much seeing her get so worked up does for me.
“This isn’t funny,” she snaps. “This is my life you’re playing with. What if it gets back to my parents? Or Jimmy?”
