I shrug. “Fuck if I know.” I join her at the rack. Go straight to a row filled with lacy pink stuff. “Now this—” I pick out a sheer pink bra and panty set. “This is sexy.”
“Why?”
“You really have to ask?”
“Have to is relative.”
“It’s sweet. Innocent. Angelic.”
Her cheeks flush. “It’s too small. I’m the next size up.”
I trade it in for the next size. “I’m buying this for you.”
“I thought we were here for a—” She lowers her voice. “For something else.”
“You can say vibrator. They have a whole wall of them.”
“An entire wall?” She scans the room for said wall. “How am I supposed to know what to get?”
“We could ask the salesgirl for help.”
Kaylee’s eyes go wide. Her lips press together. She shakes her head no way. “I can ask you for help.”
Perfect. I press my palm into her lower back and lead her toward said wall. Only I take the long way.
Kaylee gawks as we pass a wall of porn. She stops to stare at all the lifelike dildos.
“It… it has veins.” She reaches out to touch one of the packages. It’s modeled after some porn star. “Is that sexy?”
“I’d know?”
“True. But… it’s just…” She tilts her head to the other side. “Why?”
“Capitalism.”
She laughs. “Of course.” She looks up at me. “I like punk rock anarchist commie Brendon. But I think… I think whatever you’d call this guy—the small business owner who shops at Ikea—I think he’s more you.”
“You’d feel different if you appreciated The Ramones—”
She laughs. “And you’d feel differently if you appreciated The Smiths. But no one is perfect.” She turns to check out the rack behind us. Ball gags. Then bondage gear. She picks up an under the bed restraints kit. “Do you have one of these?”
“Of course.”
“Or… do you use rope with the bed?”
“Both.”
She turns it over to read the label. “You, um, we haven’t that much. Maybe we could… try it again? Soon.”
“Today?”
“Today is soon.”
“You sure?” I’m already thinking about it. Fuck, I’m already getting hard.
“Positive.” She replaces the restraints kit then moves forward. Right to the wall of vibrators—and it really is a wall of demo units. “Shit. You weren’t kidding.”
I nod.
“How do I pick just one…”
“How do you fuck yourself?”
“Uh, well, I just… you mean, specifically?”
I force myself to stare into her eyes. “Yeah.”
“I guess I…” Her cheeks flush, but she pushes through. “I rub my clit.”
“You ever fuck yourself with your fingers?”
“No. Not usually.”
“You want to?”
She picks up a bullet vibrator and turns it over in her hand. “Um… I wouldn’t mind. But I’d rather… I’d rather it be you.”
I reach over her to pick up a demo unit. It’s big enough to fuck her with, but it’s still small and sleek. “Something like this?” I turn it on and press it against her fingertip.
She stares up at me. “Maybe.”
I turn it off. Set it down. Find the rabbit style vibrator at the end of the row.
Kaylee’s eyes go wide as she takes it in. “Oh. So that’s… and then that’s… and it just…”
“Yeah.”
She swallows hard. “That seems intense.”
“It is.” At least, that’s what I hear. “You want to try it?”
“Yeah. I do.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Brendon
Kaylee’s cheeks flush a deeper red with every step she takes upstairs. Her gait speeds. She stumbles over the top step. “I, uh… I’m kind of distracted.”
“Thinking about being tied to my bed?”
She takes an unsteady step into the hallway. “You know that. Don’t brag.”
No deal. Thinking about her tied to my bed, forced to take every ounce of pleasure I want to give her—
If I can’t brag about that then what good is bragging?
Her hips sway as she moves into the bedroom. Fuck, her ass is perfect. I want to watch it slam into my pelvis as I fuck her from behind.
I want her every fucking way I can have her.
I tear off the toy’s packaging as I step into my bedroom. Cardboard and paper flutters to the ground. I need to clean up all the evidence of that. But not now.
Now, I need her coming until she can’t take it anymore.
“Take off your dress,” I demand.
She nods. Her eyes get bright. Bold. She stares back at me, daring me to resist touching her, as she unzips her dress and slides it to her ankles.
Fuck, she’s wearing that pair of panties. The one with Paradise plastered on the crotch.
My voice drops right to that demanding tone. “You wear that for me, angel?”
She nods.
I move close enough to touch her. Toss the vibrator on the bed. Trace the outline of her bra with my fingertips. “This too?”
“Yes.” Her voice is dripping with confidence. “I wore my dress to torture you too.” She slides her hand under my t-shirt and presses her palm against my stomach. “It gets me off, driving you out of your mind.”
“What else gets you off, angel?”