Page 66 of Don't Make Me Beg
I toss the butt plug onto the shelf and stalk toward her. She backs up instinctively, until her spine hits the metal shelf, knocking over a row of butt plugs.
“Is that a fucking joke?” I growl, closing the space between us. “Why the fuck does it matter what your douche bag ex thinks? Last I checked, I’m the one you’re married to.” I plant my hands on each side of her, boxing her in as I hold her gaze. “I have no problem marking you as mine. No shame whatsoever. Hell, I’ll fuck you in front of the whole goddamn town if that’s what it takes to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
Scout stands there frozen, staring up at me, with wide eyes, and I swear I catch the tiniest glint of intrigue flare behind them.
I’m treading into dangerous territory here.
Before I can read any further into that look, I turn around and fix the display of butt plugs like they were before turning down the next aisle.
My eyes light up when I see the various vibrators that come in all shapes and sizes. “Now this is what I came here for,” I say,gesturing to the broad assortment. “Take your pick, princess. Whatever you need to tickle your fancy. Consider it yours.”
I pick up the thick stubby one and begin examining it like I’m reading a wine label.
She storms after me with a new heat in her voice. “Oh, my God. I do not need or want a vibrator!” She shoves me, and I can tell she really put her anger into it this time, because I drop the high-tech sex toy I was holding. It must land on one of the buttons because the shaft starts pulsating and swirling in circles.
Scout’s eyes widen as she stares down at where the vibrator slowly scoots across the floor until it bumps into her shoe. She yelps and jumps back like it might bite her. “Ew, get it away from me,” she squeals.
I reach down to retrieve the overzealous mechanical cock, casually holding it in front of her face as it gives her everything it’s got. “That’s pretty impressive... Though it still doesn’t have anything on me.” I flick my eyes up to Scout, who may be scowling, but I recognize the undeniable look of curiosity in her gaze. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
Her cheeks burn bright crimson as she narrows her eyes on me in a glare that’s almost frightening. Too bad I see her for what she is, just a scared kitten, all puff and no bite.
Ignoring her warning glare, I set the vibrator back where it came from and grab a lime green one. It’s simpler and more beginner-friendly. “How about this one? Not as flashy as some of the others, but it’s rumbly. Which, in my experience, leads to more play time and less sensitivity.” I test it against my palm and nod. “And it’s got a slimmer profile.”
Scout’s eyes nearly bug out of her head as she glances over her shoulder to make sure we’re still alone. “Luka, that’s not funny,” she whisper-yells as she tries to snatch the vibrator from me. But I’m too quick and move it to my other hand just in time.
“What’s not funny?” I trade the lime green vibrator for a fluorescent purple one. It’s got a wavy texture and curves up at the end. “Oh, this one looks nice. Do you prefer G-spot orgasms or are you more of a clitoris girl?” I think for a moment, then say, “We should probably find something that does both… just to be safe.”
“I swear to God, Luka…” she warns through clenched teeth as she jumps to snatch the vibrator again. And once again, I’m faster.
I toss the toy between my hands teasingly. “Oh, come on, Girl Scout. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is just a bodily function. It’s the most basic human need we have, next to surviving, of course.”
“This isn’t funny, Luka.” She jumps, reaching for the vibrator, but I dangle it over her head. “Stop messing around. Haven’t you embarrassed me enough for one day?”
“Sadly, I don’t think I have. Besides, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Embarrassment is a choice.”
“Spare me the counseling session, will you? You made your point; now, can we just go?”
“Yeah, sure. We can go. As soon as you choose.”
“What? No. I don’t even want one of those.”
“Have you ever tried one?”
Her jaw tenses and her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t correct me, which only confirms my suspicions.
“If you’ve never used one, then how do you know you won’t like it?”
“Because I don’t need it. Now, can you drop it?”
I open my hand, and the silicone toy falls to the ground, bouncing once.
She rolls her eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Do you have something against orgasms? I’m simply offering you a solution to your problem.”
“What problem? I don’t have a problem.”
“I’m sorry, but I disagree.” I move closer, letting my eyes linger on her lips before dragging them back to meet hers. “And knowing you’re right downstairs, pent up with sexual frustration has been a bit distracting for me.”
