LOREN
When Nicco said backdoor diamonds, I was momentarily confused. Was that a type of diamond I hadn’t heard of? Like the tiger lily one? When Wells stalled, looking over at him in shock, I had a feeling it was exactly what it sounded like.
Glancing over at Madame Emma, I tried to gauge her reaction. She smiled wide at me, motioning for us to head back behind some doors. When we stepped through, I stopped in my tracks at the sparkling cases around us.
This was a sex shop. A legitimate sex shop.
For some reason, I hadn’t been expecting it despite his use of backdoor and Madame Emma being here. Okay, that was a lie. I’d assumed something sexual when she’d glided out, decked out in her leather and thigh-high boots, but a sex shop hadn’t been on my list for some reason.
“You brought us to a sex shop?” I asked, looking at Nicco. I knew the answer, but I needed him to say it out loud.
“Not just any sex shop, Beautiful, the premier sex shop.”
“He’s not wrong,” Madame Emma stated with a smug smile on her face. “For backdoor, I’d suggest these.” She gestured to a case a few rows in, and I walked toward it in a daze. I wanted to look at so many things around me but also felt slightly embarrassed.
Sure enough, when I made it to the cabinet, rows of butt plugs were displayed on little velvet pillows. You’d almost believe they were real jewels with how they were shown off. Some of them sparkled, some of them lit up, and a few others appeared to move with you. I’d never seen so many varieties of butt plugs. Not that I was a connoisseur of them to begin with, but that was beside the point.
“Wow, that’s, um,” I mumbled, my words dying on my lips.
“I can see that this is your first time, so I’ll give you some space. Let me know when you make a decision or have a question. Nicco, you know where the key is.”
He nodded, rubbing his hands together in glee as he moved around to the back of the cabinet, bending down to open the back. Apparently, he was well acquainted with Butt Plugs ‘R Us. So much so that he was allowed behind the counter.
“I feel like this needs some context,” I finally stated, realizing my nerves made me a little bitchy.
“It’s not what you’re thinking, Beautiful,” he said, looking up to catch my eyes. I huffed, crossing my arms. Wells moved closer, pulling me into his body.
“What? That you either visit this place a lot, or… nope, that’s all I got,” Wells said, a dry chuckle leaving him.
“Yeah, that.” I kept my eyes focused on Nicco, watching every move he made.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re both jealous.” He straightened, two cushions in his hand that he placed on the glass surface, sliding them closer to us.
“Here, look at these while I tell you guys a story.”
I looked up at Wells, my head on his chest. He peered down at me, his eyes softening slightly at the move. “I guess we should hear him out, Kitten.”
He tapped my hip, and I moved with him closer to the ominous things on the glass. Nicco watched us, some apprehension in his gaze now. I didn’t mean to make him doubt himself, and I realized I was being a chicken. Not once had Nicco led me into anything I hadn’t enjoyed. I trusted him with my body, and I needed to trust him with this.
Smiling, I dropped my arms and moved closer to look at the items he’d laid out. “Okay, tell me about them and why you’re familiar with this place. I’m curious.”
He relaxed, leaning down to peer at me, meeting my eyes. “You know that we hire Madame Emma for the club, right?” I nodded, moving closer to him. I couldn’t help but be drawn into Nicco. I grabbed his hand, needing to touch him.
“Well,” he said, caressing my thumb, “as part of the agreement to train our staff, we financed this place with her. We needed a legitimate business, and this way, she gets to expand, and we get access to all the things we need to run a sex club.”
My cheeks heated. He was right. I’d jumped to the wrong conclusion. “So, that explains how you’re so familiar, but I’m guessing these are for Wells and me?”
Nicco nodded, licking his lips. He looked up, his eyes drawing to the man behind me. “Yes. We’ve talked about exploring more things, and I thought this would be the best option to get you both prepared.”
“I’m not letting you take my ass,” Wells hissed. Nicco rolled his eyes, not backing down.
“Maybe try it before you dismiss it completely. If you don’t like it, I’ll wear it, or I’m sure Monroe will be game. It’s honestly better than you’re both making it out to be. I promise. Nothing but pleasure.”
“Have you worn one?” I asked.
“Of course.” I looked back at Wells, who seemed to deflate at that response.
“So, why these? Educate us.”