Chapter 47 #2
Gently, I came up behind him and slid my arms around his waist, leaning my face against his spine. Although he jolted initially, Zeke didn’t push me away or become tense from our proximity. Had he ever done so before? Or was I simply looking for signs now that I knew how he felt?
He rubbed his hand along my arms, letting me relax further into his back. “Do you still want to go to that underground mall today?”
Today’s adventure consisted of visiting Myeong-dong, a shopping district in Seoul that also featured an underground mall.
According to some of the people Zeke worked with, it had all kinds of bizarre shops along with some of the best clothing stores.
We didn’t really need anything, but exploring the city always provided a lot of entertainment and laughter.
I doubted there were enough shops in Seoul for us to be entertained right now.
An hour later, Zeke and I wandered down the crowded street near the mall.
There were so many shops and restaurants to see that we agreed to walk a bit first before descending below.
A throng of people cut along the sidewalks, pointing animatedly to their destinations.
Broken pieces of Korean, English, and what I had learned to recognize as Japanese interrupted the noisy traffic on the road.
Coming from a small town like River’s Run, Seoul never ceased to shock me with the sheer volume of its inhabitants.
“Come on,” Zeke directed, grabbing my hand. “Let’s go down here for a minute. I don’t like being in such a big crowd.” He pulled us down a small side street with fewer people, and I instantly spotted a storefront that made me gasp in delighted surprise.
“Zeke, look! There’s a giant penis in that window!”
His mouth formed a perfectly round O as I dragged us inside.
The store turned out to be a sex shop. A male clerk sat behind the counter, flicking through a magazine, and barely looked up at us in greeting.
There weren’t any other customers, but displays of toys, lingerie, and even furniture made it difficult to move through the space.
Dildos in all shapes, sizes, and colors sat on plastic shelves along the wall to our left, and I stared in fascinated amusement.
Judging by the look on Zeke’s face, he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.
“Let’s pick some things out to help us!” I suggested excitedly. “Toys and things might make tonight easier for us!”
“Really?” He sounded skeptical as he picked up a dildo spiraled like a unicorn’s horn, complete with rainbow colors and glitter. It was easily longer than my forearm. “You think something like this will help us?”
“We’re finding a new normal, right? Why not include sexual preferences on that list?” I challenged, one brow quirking up.
Zeke didn’t look entirely convinced, but he nodded in agreement. “I’m willing to try if you are.”
I made us go through each and every display in the store before settling on our purchases.
Most of them only had directions in Korean, so I couldn’t explain all of them to Zeke.
What I did know, I only read about from dirty magazines that some of the kids in high school used to share around.
Zeke knew even less than I did. What started out as very serious conversations quickly gave way to snarky laughter as we made up names and uses for the devices we didn’t recognize or understand.
Despite being so uncomfortable with the store, Zeke made every effort to listen to my fantasies.
It was almost freeing to bare my desires in front of him.
He asked questions about my previous partners not out of jealousy, but because he genuinely wanted to know my past. He didn’t make me feel dirty or “boy crazy.”
I selected two kinds of vibrators, a basic set of nipple clamps, and a few bottles of flavored lube.
After carefully considering all the toys we talked about, Zeke’s choices both surprised and intrigued me: a set of handcuffs, a blindfold, and dildo with an attached penis ring.
Arousal swirled low in my belly as I imagined him using any of them on me.
On our way to the register, he stopped next to a lacy green teddy. “Would you ever wear something like this?” Zeke asked, gesturing towards the hanger.
Crimson flamed across my cheeks. “I don’t have the right body for something like that. It wouldn’t look right on me.”
Zeke contemplated the teddy for another minute before plucking it off the rack. “I’m going to prove you wrong.”
The clerk didn’t speak a word of English, which somehow made the transaction less nerve-wracking. Both of us automatically headed towards the bus stop that would take us back to Camp Humphreys.
I didn’t want to lose the little bit of ground we gained by doing something so bold and intimate, so I laced our fingers together as soon as we took our seats on the bus.
Leaning into him, looking deep into Zeke’s eyes, I felt a connection so tangible that I swore I could reach out and touch it. He needed to feel it, too.
“You make me so happy,” I breathed into his ear.
A gleam of intrigue hit his eye, the resulting smirk sending a quiet thrill to my pussy.
Lying wouldn’t be fair to either of us, and I wasn’t ready to say those terrifying three little words, so I opted for something that was just as much of a truth as it was emotional. “I’m honored to be your wife, Zeke Hayes. Honored.”
There was definitely a spark of something in his eyes now. Zeke flashed me a small smile before brushing his lips against my ear and taking a deep inhale of my hair.
“I know what you’re doing, Trouble,” he murmured low enough that I could barely hear.
“Is it working?” I teased.
Another flash of a smile. “You damn bet.”
My feet never moved faster than when I tried to get off the bus. Zeke and I both tried our best to be patient, but the moment the last person stepped out of our way, we took off like a rocket, hands still interlaced. We each clutched a bag in one hand as we ran all the way to our apartment.
The click of the door shutting behind us echoed loudly throughout the apartment once we made it inside.
Shyness suddenly made me blush, my body hyper-aware of being alone with Zeke.
He looked at me expectantly, an expression of joy and longing crossing his face, before handing me the paper bag with his items inside.
“Will you try on the outfit for me? Please?” he added, his voice husky. My blush grew deeper.
“What if I look bad in it?” I asked. Emotions clogged my throat—the desire to please him, arousal, and unadulterated fear of disgusting both of us with my ugliness.
Zeke stepped into me and tenderly rubbed his thumb across my check. He angled my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “Maggie Hayes, that’s not possible. You’re a not a burden, you’re a gift.”
His affirmation from all those months ago in River’s Run.
“Now go change,” he ordered in his sergeant’s voice. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom in a minute. I’m gonna shower first.”
“I will, too!” My anxious mind started running through a rolodex of beauty regimens. Should I find a way to put makeup on? What if the lighting wasn’t right and I looked washed out? My hair might need to be fixed. Or if I—
“I can see those wheels spinning, Trouble,” Zeke interrupted. “Shower, but no makeup. No hair stuff. Just you in that pretty green getup, okay? I want to see my wife as she is, not how she thinks she should be. You have ten minutes.”
Ten minutes was barely enough time to shower, but I managed to wash the important places.
The teddy slipped on easily, with a plunging neckline down to my belly button.
Since there were no mirrors anywhere, I couldn’t tell if it looked ridiculous with my small boobs or flat butt.
I only hoped that it would be enough for Zeke.
A soft thud echoed as I heard him enter the bedroom and pad across the floor. Taking another minute to calm my heart’s ferocious beating, I steeled myself before stepping out to join my husband.
It was time to pop this cherry.