Page 28 of Overachiever
The image of my cock in her mouth while I’m restrained flashes across my mind. “Fuck, yes.” Before things can go any further, I move off of her and stand up. “Let’s go.”
“Go?”
“To a sex toy store. They don’t sell musical butt plugs at Superstore, you know.”
“They don’t sell them anywhere,” she argues, putting on her shoes. “But it would be the best place to get a strap-on for when I have you tied up.”
“I wear the penis in this relationship, woman. Let’s go.” I grab her hand. “We can talk about your thoughts on nipple clamps while we’re in the truck.”
It isn’t hard to locate an adult store and wow, it’s an impressive one. Two stories and lit up like Christmas. The small store called Scarlet Toys in our town can’t even use the display windows but this one advertises a sale on leather bondage gear like they’re selling cookies.
The woman at the checkout counter gives us a wave at the sound of the bell when we enter. “Let me know if you need help finding anything.”
Remee grins up at me. “I can’t imagine some of the questions she must get.”
“Right?” I nod toward the large man looking at a latex suit and drop my voice. “Pardon me, ma’am, which gimp suit do you recommend for the portly gentleman?”
There are quite a few other customers—mainly couples—browsing around, and no one is paying attention to anyone else. I take Remee’s hand and lead her down to a section of restraints. Good god, some of this stuff would scare a serial killer so I’m not surprised to see hesitation wash over her face.
“Um, hard pass on the leashes and collars.” She holds up a complicated looking mass of straps, carabiners, and hooks. “And whatever this is.”
A set of soft blue cuffs look far less intimidating. “What about these?”
She takes them from me and looks them over. They can be connected to each other but also have a loop on each one to attach a rope. My brain is instantly seared with the image of her bound and laid out before me, and I’m glad I have shorts on that don’t display the hard-on I’m probably going to keep until we get back.
“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll leave a mark. I don’t want to show up at work with rings around my wrists.” The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.
We move on and end up in front of a shelf of paddles. “Talk about leaving a mark,” I say, picking up a huge, wicked looking leather strap. “Bend over, baby.”
“Hell no!” she squeals, when I pretend to swat at her.
She picks up a wooden paddle, and as soon as I turn to look at another display, a sharp crack is followed by a searing pain across both of my ass cheeks.
No, the fuck she didn’t.
Her mouth is a perfect O when I turn around. “Oh, that was loud! I didn’t mean to do it that hard! I’m sorry!” One hand covers her smile, and she starts to back away when I pluck the paddle out of her hand, stepping toward her.
“Now, there’s two ways this can go. You can come here and get it over with.” Her gaze goes to the paddle when I slap it lightly against my palm. “Or you can drag it out and get it when you least expect it.”
“The second one,” she says, backing farther away.
“Suit yourself.”
“We aren’t buying a paddle.”
“Whatever you say.”
She keeps a distrustful eye on me while we continue to look around, but I have no intention of getting her back that quickly.
We have some laughs at the display of anal toys, but I know she isn’t interested in them. With a grimace, she holds up a thick string of anal beads. “These look painful.”
“Well, you don’t pull them out like you’re trying to start a lawnmower.”
They’re returned to the shelf with a shake of her head. “It’d make me run across the yard.”
An older couple walking behind us bursts into laughter, and Remee flashes a grin at me. “Let’s split up and pick a couple of things. Let it be a surprise,” she suggests, and I agree.
A few minutes later, we both leave with black bags in hand and no idea what the other has chosen.
