Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Luka
I was hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this, but I’m at my wits end. And if there’s any hope of me keeping my hands to myself, then something’s got to give.
It’s taken every ounce of strength I have to keep myself away. It’s like she’s haunting me. She’s everywhere, consuming my every thought and visiting me every night in my dreams.
Why the fuck does she have to be so goddamn perfect? I don’t think I could craft someone who ticks every one of my boxes any better than my wife, who’s ironically the only woman I cannot have.
I’m still testing the waters, gauging her reaction to different things, but I’m almost certain about one thing. Scout is a natural submissive. The moment I take control, her whole body responds like a puppet—and fuck if that’s not my biggest weakness.
She’s already so willing to please me, and I haven’t even touched her… yet.
I shake the thought away because I know I’m playing with fire here. I’m not thinking clearly. Getting my revenge on her father is one thing and teaching her a lesson is another. But how far can I really take things before this blows up in both of our faces?
It doesn’t matter because I’m not going to tempt fate and find out. Which is exactly why we’re here.
We pull up into the parking spot in front of the building, and I shrug off my helmet. “I’m just going to run in and pick up a few essentials.”
Scout’s eyes grow wide, not even trying to disguise her panic. “Essentials? What essentials do you really need from Adult Store?”
“I’m sensing a little judgment in your tone. Do you have a problem with this upstanding establishment?”
“No… of course not.” She looks around suspiciously. “But what exactly do you need right now that you don’t already have?” Her words come out in a hiss, her face flushed bright pink.
Her innocence makes me chuckle. “Oh, Girl Scout, I wasn’t referring to me.”
Her eyes grow even wider, and I swear I see the color drain from her face.
Interesting.
I was expecting her to be flustered—counting on it, actually—but I guess I’ve managed to push her past humiliation and straight into panic mode.
Looks like she’s even more vanilla than I thought. She doesn’t even know the things she’s missing out on…
Without another word, I head for the door. Scout scrambles after me, holding a hand over her face like she’s trying to hide.
The sound of a bell chimes as I push through the deckled glass door—the town’s only requirement for having a sex shop in the middle of town. Fuck, I love this small town, the people can’t be beat.
“Is that my favorite customer?” No sooner does she reach me than my face is pressed into Miss Scarlett’s pillowy-soft bosom.
I don’t know if it’s the temporary suffocation that resets my brain or if there’s some other kind of magic at play, but it never fails to make me feel better. I’m convinced that if more people knew about this power, we could have world peace.
I nuzzle in, letting Miss Scarlett’s magic titties siphon all my stress away. I almost forget what I’m supposed to be doing until she notices I didn’t come alone.
“And look who you’ve brought with you!” She tosses me to the side as she pulls a very nervous-looking Scout into a hug.
“You know, I never thought I’d see your pretty face set foot in my store.
” She breaks the hug and nudges me with her elbow.
“But I guess being married to this one is bound to rub off on you.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she looks between us.
“How’s married life?” Miss Scarlett asks with a mischievous smile. “I’m surprised you two managed to leave the house at all. Especially after that little show you put on at the town meeting the other night.” She waggles her brows and adds, “I do love an act of passion.”
Scout’s eyes widen in horror.
“Don’t worry, we’re making plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.” I wrap an arm around Scout and tug her into my side. “I can hardly keep this one off me. She’s insatiable.”
I feel a sharp pinch on my side, but I don’t even flinch.
Miss Scarlett lets out a low whistle and pulls out a lace fan, waving it to cool herself down. “I can’t say that I blame her. It’s always the shy ones that surprise you.”
“Indeed they do. Actually, that’s why we’re here—calling in some reinforcements.” I pull Scout closer, feeling another searing pinch, this time on the back of my arm. “She keeps me up all night. Just can’t seem to get enough, can you, sweetheart?”
I don’t give her time to respond before pressing her face into my chest in more of a headlock than a hug. Scout struggles to break away, but she’s no match for my strength. I pretend to comfort her, smoothing her hair down and planting a kiss on her head as she fights and pinches in protest.
Miss Scarlett laughs, clearly enjoying every second. “So that’s why you look so tired,” she says with a wink. “Well, I just got a new shipment of vibrating cock rings.” She gestures over her shoulder. “They’re on the back wall with the other vibrators.”
“Thank you, Miss Scarlett. We’ll be sure to check those out. I’ve been taking my time, easing her into things. Don’t want to scare her off too soon, if you know what I’m saying.”
“Of course. I’ve made that mistake too many times to count,” she says with a sigh. “Oh, I just remembered, I’ve got that guybrator you ordered last week in the back. Why don’t I give you two some privacy while I grab it.” She gives me a knowing wink before sauntering away.
“Thanks, Miss Scarlett. You’re a doll.”
“Oh, honey, you have no idea.” She calls without ever looking back.
I finally release Scout from my hold. Her hair’s sticking up with static, and she sucks in a heaving gasp.
She shoves me with both hands, but I don’t move.
“What the hell, Luka! Why would you tell her that? Miss Scarlett’s probably back there dialing up the phone chain right now, telling everyone how horny I am. ”
“Aren’t you?”
Her body goes still, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. “No. Of course not.”
I take a step closer, lowering my voice. “Now I really know you’re lying.”
Without another word, I spin on a heel and make my way down the aisle filled with every type of lube a person could need.
Oil-based, silicon-based, warming. Desensitizing.
Don’t need that, though I can see how it could be helpful in the right conditions.
I’m nothing if not an equal opportunity sex toy enthusiast.
My eyes scan the shelves quickly, scanning the flavors until something grabs my attention. Green apple, blue raspberry, bubble gum… my fingers pause when I reach wild cherry. I glance over my shoulder to see Scout looking uncomfortable and laugh to myself as I drop it in the basket.
“You look like you’re uncomfortable. Is this the first time you’ve been in a sex shop?”
“No.” She shakes her head, but her eyes are too busy darting around, making sure the coast is clear to be convincing.
“Once again, I’m calling bullshit.” I squat down to get a better view of the bottom shelf.
“Ah, here we are. Cooling mint.” I grab the box off the shelf and hold it out to show Scout.
“Add in a little temperature play and you’ve got yourself a good time.
I’m not sure I’d recommend it for beginners, though.
” I give her a wink as I toss it into the basket.
Scout almost has to run to keep up with me; her short legs are no match for my long strides. “Seriously, Luka, why did you bring me here? Do you just enjoy torturing me? Is that it?”
“Maybe… But what you should really be asking yourself is why you’re so worried about what everyone is going to think,” I say as I turn down the next aisle, stopping in front of the leather restraints and floggers.
“I’m not… But maybe I’d rather the whole town not think I’m a sexual deviant…” Scout’s words trail off as she whips around the corner and crashes into my back with a squeak. “Who’s that for?” She looks absolutely terrified when she sees the leather whip in my hand.
“Oh, this?” I shrug. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” I give my palm a test smack and flinch as I wipe my stinging palm against my chest. Then I drop it in the basket as I continue shopping.
We head toward the display of butt plugs, and I reach for the most intimidating one I can find.
It’s a fox tail, not a tiny one either. Pretty damn close to life size if you ask me, though I can’t be certain.
I stroke the soft fur as I pretend to consider it, even gesturing for Scout to turn around so I can visualize the look of it on.
Of course she refuses, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly… if only she knew how much seeing her get so worked up does for me.
“This isn’t funny,” she snaps. “This is my life you’re playing with. What if it gets back to my parents? Or Jimmy?”
I toss the butt plug onto the shelf and stalk toward her. She backs up instinctively, until her spine hits the metal shelf, knocking over a row of butt plugs.
“Is that a fucking joke?” I growl, closing the space between us.
“Why the fuck does it matter what your douche bag ex thinks? Last I checked, I’m the one you’re married to.
” I plant my hands on each side of her, boxing her in as I hold her gaze.
“I have no problem marking you as mine. No shame whatsoever. Hell, I’ll fuck you in front of the whole goddamn town if that’s what it takes to make sure everyone knows you’re mine. ”
Scout stands there frozen, staring up at me, with wide eyes, and I swear I catch the tiniest glint of intrigue flare behind them.
I’m treading into dangerous territory here.
Before I can read any further into that look, I turn around and fix the display of butt plugs like they were before turning down the next aisle.
My eyes light up when I see the various vibrators that come in all shapes and sizes. “Now this is what I came here for,” I say, gesturing to the broad assortment. “Take your pick, princess. Whatever you need to tickle your fancy. Consider it yours.”
I pick up the thick stubby one and begin examining it like I’m reading a wine label.
She storms after me with a new heat in her voice.
“Oh, my God. I do not need or want a vibrator!” She shoves me, and I can tell she really put her anger into it this time, because I drop the high-tech sex toy I was holding.
It must land on one of the buttons because the shaft starts pulsating and swirling in circles.
Scout’s eyes widen as she stares down at where the vibrator slowly scoots across the floor until it bumps into her shoe. She yelps and jumps back like it might bite her. “Ew, get it away from me,” she squeals.
I reach down to retrieve the overzealous mechanical cock, casually holding it in front of her face as it gives her everything it’s got.
“That’s pretty impressive... Though it still doesn’t have anything on me.
” I flick my eyes up to Scout, who may be scowling, but I recognize the undeniable look of curiosity in her gaze.
“But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
Her cheeks burn bright crimson as she narrows her eyes on me in a glare that’s almost frightening. Too bad I see her for what she is, just a scared kitten, all puff and no bite.
Ignoring her warning glare, I set the vibrator back where it came from and grab a lime green one.
It’s simpler and more beginner-friendly.
“How about this one? Not as flashy as some of the others, but it’s rumbly.
Which, in my experience, leads to more play time and less sensitivity.
” I test it against my palm and nod. “And it’s got a slimmer profile. ”
Scout’s eyes nearly bug out of her head as she glances over her shoulder to make sure we’re still alone. “Luka, that’s not funny,” she whisper-yells as she tries to snatch the vibrator from me. But I’m too quick and move it to my other hand just in time.
“What’s not funny?” I trade the lime green vibrator for a fluorescent purple one.
It’s got a wavy texture and curves up at the end.
“Oh, this one looks nice. Do you prefer G-spot orgasms or are you more of a clitoris girl?” I think for a moment, then say, “We should probably find something that does both… just to be safe.”
“I swear to God, Luka…” she warns through clenched teeth as she jumps to snatch the vibrator again. And once again, I’m faster.
I toss the toy between my hands teasingly. “Oh, come on, Girl Scout. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is just a bodily function. It’s the most basic human need we have, next to surviving, of course.”
“This isn’t funny, Luka.” She jumps, reaching for the vibrator, but I dangle it over her head. “Stop messing around. Haven’t you embarrassed me enough for one day?”
“Sadly, I don’t think I have. Besides, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Embarrassment is a choice.”
“Spare me the counseling session, will you? You made your point; now, can we just go?”
“Yeah, sure. We can go. As soon as you choose.”
“What? No. I don’t even want one of those.”
“Have you ever tried one?”
Her jaw tenses and her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t correct me, which only confirms my suspicions.
“If you’ve never used one, then how do you know you won’t like it?”
“Because I don’t need it. Now, can you drop it?”
I open my hand, and the silicone toy falls to the ground, bouncing once.
She rolls her eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Do you have something against orgasms? I’m simply offering you a solution to your problem.”
“What problem? I don’t have a problem.”
“I’m sorry, but I disagree.” I move closer, letting my eyes linger on her lips before dragging them back to meet hers. “And knowing you’re right downstairs, pent up with sexual frustration has been a bit distracting for me.”
Her jaw clenches, and she looks down, then finally breaks the silence. “I can’t believe I told you anything. I should’ve known you’d throw it back in my face.”
I gesture to the display of vibrators, my voice low. “Now be a good girl and pick something to fuck yourself with, so I can finally stop thinking about doing it myself.”
She slowly drops her hands from her eyes, like she’s afraid to make a sudden movement, and I watch her throat work around a shaky gulp before she finally whispers, “I’ll take the pink one.”
I snatch the basic, smooth, pink vibrator from the shelf and drop it in the basket. “Thank you. Now was that really so hard?”
“I hope you know you’re wasting your money. You can’t make me use it.”
Without a word, I turn around and grab a hands-free, remote-controlled couples’ vibrator and add it to my basket.
I guess we’ll just have to see about that…