“Where are we going?” I said, half expecting him to say his apartment.
“We’re going shopping,” he said with a small smile.
“Shopping. What, for the decorations?”
“No.” He laughed. “For something even more fun than that.”
“Oh? What?”
“You’ll see, Shelby. Come. Get in my car.”
“But I drove.”
“We’ll get your car later. You’re driving with me.” We walked over to his Mercedes, and I frowned as he opened the door and gestured for me to get in.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he said as he got into the car and started the ignition. “Stop asking so many questions.”
“I can ask questions. I want to know. I—”
“Shelby.” He pressed his lips against mine, and I melted into his arms as I kissed him back. His lips were warm and tender, and every nerve ending in my body screamed for more. He pulled away from me and smirked. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you,” he said with a soft smile.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll see,” he said. “Now, come on. Keep quiet and be a good girl.”
“Excuse me? I know you did not just say to me, ‘Be a good girl,’ like I’m a dog.” He started laughing then, as loud as I’d ever heard him laugh before, and he shook his head.
“I don’t know why I said that,” he said. “You’re right. You’re not a girl. You’re a woman.” He looked me up and down. “And let me just tell you that you’re a woman that I’m going to get to know every inch of.”
He drove off and I sat back, my entire body on fire. I wasn’t sure what was happening or what had changed so quickly, but I was up for it. I was up for him to dominate me. I was up for him to do things to me that had never been done to me before. I was more excited than I’d ever been in my life, and I knew that I was about to start a journey that I would never forget.
About twenty minutes later, we pulled up outside an odd-looking store.
“What is this?” I said as we got out of the car. The front said bookstore, but all the windows were blackened out. I’d never been to a bookstore where they didn’t have books on display at the window.
“Come on. We’re going inside.”
“Where are you taking me, Sam?”
“Ah, you shall see.” He opened the door and we walked in. A middle-aged woman with big owl-rimmed glasses stood behind the desk.
“Hello.”
“Hi. We’re headed to the back,” Sam told her.
“Certainly.” She nodded.
We walked through a velvet curtain and I found myself in a large warehouse room. “What is this place?”
“Welcome to Pleasure is Ours.”
“Pleasure is Ours?” I looked around, my jaw dropping as I saw dildoes of every size and color and all sorts of sex toys and outfits. “What are we doing here? Is there some sort of sex club here?”
“Sex club?” He laughed and shook his head. “No, my dear.”
“Then…”
“Then what?”
“What are we doing here?”
“We’re going to get you a toy,” he said softly.
“A toy? What sort of toy? Like a Barbie?”
“Come on now, Shelby,” he said. “Do you really think we’re in a sex shop to get you a Barbie?”
“No, but I don’t need any more dildoes. I have a dildo.”
“Only one?”
“No, I have two.” I stared at him. “My favorite is big, black and twelve inches.”
“I bet it is,” he said as he licked his lips. “But no, we’re not getting a dildo.”
“Then what are we getting?”
“We’re getting something that will give us both pleasure.” He winked at me as he led me down the aisles towards the back of the warehouse.
“You’ve been here before?”
“Several times.”
I felt a little twitch of jealousy at that. “Why?”
“Because I like to get my women toys.”
“I’m your woman now?”
“Well, isn’t that what we just decided in the restaurant when you started giving me a hand job?”
“Well, I never finished the hand job, and we never actually had a conversation about—”
“You said you don’t play games, Shelby.”
“I don’t, but—”
“But nothing.” He led me past some bondage toys, and my heart began to race. What was he going to get me? Was he going to spank me? Was he going to flog me? Was he going to get handcuffs? Was he going to get a ball and gag or some sort of sex swing? I had absolutely no idea, and my imagination was running riot.
We turned down another aisle and then he grinned. “Here we are.” He gestured at some little eggs with little remote controls. “Choose your favorite.”
“What is this?”
“It’s an egg.”
“Yeah, I can tell it’s an egg, but what am I meant to do with it?”
“You place it inside your pussy,” he said.
“Okay. And?”
“And when I want you to feel stimulated, I’ll press a button and it will vibrate.”
“I don’t know. I…”
“You don’t know what? It’s not your decision, Shelby.”
“I think it is. We haven’t even had sex. We barely had one kiss and—”
“And nothing,” he said firmly. “I mean, we don’t have to get it if you’re not up for it, if you’re not as sexually liberated as you claim to be.”
“What does me being sexually liberated have to do with me putting an egg in my pussy that you could turn on and off whenever you want?”
“Because it’s fun,” he said. “And I like to have fun.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.” He winked at me. “So which one do you want?”
“Have you ever gotten one for another woman?” I blurted out.
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Is that really a question you want me to answer?”
“Yes,” I said, even though inside I was thinking no.
“I haven’t gotten an egg, no.”
“But you’ve gotten other sex toys?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“What sex toys?”
He sighed. “Do we really have to have this conversation?”
“I want to know.”
“A rabbit,” he said, “and a bullet and a butterfly.”
“All for the same person?” I asked.
“No.”
“So this is your thing, then. You like to buy sex toys for the women that you’re fucking.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Have you got a problem with that?”
“I mean, kind of. I’m not like all those other women. I don’t…” I paused as I realized that I was sounding jealous and insecure, and I didn’t want to be that person. We weren’t dating. We weren’t in a relationship. We hadn’t even fucked yet. “You know what? Whatever. You choose the egg. I don’t care.”