“Are you serious?”
“Yes,” she said as she pushed open the first set of doors.
There was a little space between the first and second set of doors. Just as they opened the second set, there was a mountain of a man standing there. He must’ve seen them coming toward the door. This man’s neck was as big as Kayla’s thighs, and his arms were covered in tats. He held out his hand in expectation of their IDs. As Kayla handed him hers, he said, “Good to see you again, ma’am.” Mitchell handed over his ID as he stared at Kayla. What the hell?
Once they passed the walking mountain, he whispered, “You’ve been here enough for him to remember you, but you haven’t been with anyone except me?”
“Yes. Well, I’ve only been with you, but I’ve been here with Ginger. We bought some things for a couple costume parties we attended. And I told you about my toys to get me through the lonely nights.” Mitchell continued to stare and she continued to speak, “Look. You know how I had my ‘hope’ chest in high school?”
“Yeah, that thing where you put stuff for your house one day.”
“Exactly. Once I got the house, I started a new one with things that I wanted to try one day. Things I hoped would be with you.”
“But you never bought cuffs?”
“Too chicken to buy them by myself.”
He looked around again. Once they were inside it wasn’t bad. There were sales people walking around, both male and female. He tried not to imagine the kinds of questions they were asked on a daily basis. Kayla seemed to know where they needed to go, so he just followed her. She picked out the cuffs she wanted quickly. They looked like normal cuffs but had red fur around them. When they left that section, they walked to the ‘for him’ section.
The display in front of him was cock rings. “Mak, why are we here?”
“I heard if the guy wears a vibrating cock ring, the girl can feel it too. So we can both get the pleasure of a vibrator. Doesn’t that sound fun? If we don’t like it, we don’t have to use it again.” She shrugged her shoulders.
She truly just wanted to try stuff. She was innocently curious. “Okay.”
“Which one?”
“I don’t know.”
“Have you ever used one before?”
“No. Never wanted to get adventurous with anyone but you.”
As they were debating the different ones on the wall, a male sales associate walked up. “Can I help you with anything?”
Could this get any more embarrassing? The next thing he heard was Kayla, “Maybe you can. My man wants to try a cock ring, but we’re not sure which one.” Yes, it can. He looked at her with what had to be a dumbfounded look. He wanted to try this? Him?
The man must’ve been waiting for this request all day because he started his rendition of every ring available. Who the hell knew there was such a variety and that they had different uses? Then again, who the hell cared? Apparently, Kayla. She watched him as if he were explaining the most interesting topic in the world. “What’s the difference between just the ring and the one that separates the penis from the testicles?” Are you fucking kidding? He couldn’t believe she actually asked that.
“You separate the testicles from the penis for stimulation and stamina,” the associate said.
“Oh, does it vibrate? I heard the girl can enjoy it, too, if it does.”
“Yes, ma’am. We haven’t heard any complaints yet.”
“I think you should get one of those, babe,” she said sweetly as she looked at him for approval.
“Okay.”
She leaned over and whispered, “Can we get a glow in the dark one?”
Now she wanted to whisper. Of all the things they had listened to for the last five minutes, this was what she wanted to keep quiet? “Yeah, baby. That’s fine.”
She picked the one she wanted him to have, and as they walked toward the register, he realized he had been a ‘yes’ man. This time he was okay with it because they’d both benefit. When they passed the blind folds, he grabbed one.
“What’s that for?”
“You’ll see. Well, no you won’t, but you’ll find out soon enough,” he said with a smile.
When they finally returned to the car, Mitchell was surprised to see that Shelby still had her tires and wheels. He tucked Kayla in first and made his way to the driver’s side. They still had a couple hours to drive.
As they drove through the little town where she lived, he made note of restaurants, stores, gas stations. It seemed to be a quiet, small town. “Hey baby. Why did you leave one small town for another? I thought you’d have gone to a big city.”
“It’s not that I don’t like a small town. I just felt I had to get out of Riverton Crossing. Spread my wings a little, but still have a semblance of a safety net. Does that make sense?”
“In some weird way, it does. Is there a grocery store around here? I’m sure most everything at your house has spoiled by now. Let’s pick up a few things so we don’t have to leave this weekend.”
She directed him to the grocery store she used. It was conveniently a few blocks from the road to her house. Before they left the store, he made sure they bought strawberries, a couple bananas, and some Reddi-Wip. He was going to finish what he’d started last week.
They loaded everything in the trunk and started up the mountain. The incline was steep at times, and he made a mental note to drive the truck in the winter. He had to swallow every so often to make his ears pop and noticed Kayla did, too. When he didn’t think there was much road left, she pointed out Ginger’s house. It was a small cottage-style house. It suited her. Then Kayla informed him she was around the next curve as she pointed to her house.
Her house wasn’t much different than Ginger’s except hers was a cabin. From the road, it looked small. There was a stone basement and a log cabin on top. As they pulled into the driveway, she directed him to the side and toward the garage. She hopped out and opened it with a keypad on the side wall as Mitchell pulled into her empty space. “Come on. I’ll show you the house while we take up the groceries.”
Mitchell grabbed his duffle bag and a couple bags of groceries while she grabbed the other bags. When they walked through the door from the garage, there was a full-size finished basement with a big-screen TV, pool table, and wet bar. She showed him the views from there, then the bed, bath, and laundry rooms. He followed her upstairs to the main living space that opened into her small foyer. The floor plan was open and felt spacious. As they walked toward the kitchen, which must get the morning light, they passed through the living area. It was state-of-the-art in there, which wasn’t what he expected after seeing the rustic exterior. Nice plush furniture, another big-screen TV, French doors that led to a deck. The kitchen was modern with black stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. There was a lot of recessed lighting so it didn’t block one’s views of the house or the outside. They set the groceries down and walked back through the living area. On the other side was her room. He took extra time looking around in there. Just like the rest of the house, he saw her, but he also saw himself. King-size, sturdy wrought-iron bed with spindles. No wonder just the one set of cuffs. Dresser and chest. He set his duffle bag on the bed and noticed she hadn’t said a word. She just let him take it all in. There were French doors leading onto the deck from her room as well. She moved toward her bath. Big stone shower like his, but no bathtub. He must’ve had a curious look on his face because she finally said, “I have a hot tub on the deck when I need a soak. What do you think?”
“It’s you and me. I mean, I see me in the pictures just like you’re in the pictures at my house, but there’s something else.” He walked around her room. It was spacious and tasteful. He looked out the doors before he continued, “When you decorated it, you did it with us in mind, didn’t you?”
“Yes. How could you tell?”
“The furniture is big, roomy. It isn’t dainty like most women would want. You had a man in mind, and if everything you’ve been t
elling me is true…I was that man,” he said with such confidence and pride.
“Yes, you were that man.”
Mitchell walked back to where she was leaning against the door jamb between the bedroom and bathroom. She looked at ease. This was her sanctuary, her comfort zone. “The house is beautiful. It suits you.” The smile that beamed from her face told him that even though she was at ease, she still wanted him to like her home. Her second home.
“Thank you.”
She led him through the living area and out to the deck. She stepped up to the railing with him behind her and his arms bracketing her. His face rested beside her head as they took in the view. It was spectacular! He could see for miles, overlooking several layers of mountains. “You wake up to this every morning? Now I see why you never wanted to leave.” He felt her relax against him.
“I’m glad you’re here with me.”
“Me, too.” He stared out across the mountains in front of them. “Do you remember when we were kids and you followed behind Thomas, Evan, and me?”
“Yes.” She smiled at the fond memory.
“Who always stopped to check on you?”
“You.”
He kissed her cheek. “That’s right. And when you were eight and wanted to play on the monkey bars, who was there to catch you if you fell?”
“You.” Where was he going with this?
“Did you trust that I’d be there?”
“Yes. Always.”
He smiled at her answer. “Who worked with you every day that summer ‘til you made it all the way across?”
“You.” She felt tears prickling her eyes.
“Did you trust that I’d help you?”
“I knew you would.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “And when we were older, who did you trust enough to give your virginity to?”
“You,” she whispered.
He knew without looking that her lips were trembling. “That’s right, baby. Me.” By now, tears were streaming down her cheeks. “Did you trust that I’d take care of you?”
“I never doubted you would.”
“And who can you trust with your whole heart forever?”
“You,” she barely squeaked.
He turned her around as she blinked the tears from her eyes. When she saw the ring he was holding in front of her face, she gasped. “Then would you please do me the absolute greatest honor and marry me, Mak?”
“Yes! A thousand times, yes!” She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around him. As he walked them back inside, she squeezed as tight as she could.
“Can’t breathe,” he choked as he sat them on the sofa and wiped the tears from her face. “I love you, Makayla Gregory.”
“I love you, too, Mitchell Riverton.” She looked at her hand, and a smile spread across her face. “You know I need to call my mother, right?”
“Not today. Today is ours.”
“Okay.” She snuggled her body against his. “It’s still early. Do you want to get in the hot tub?”
“Nah. Maybe later tonight.”
“What do you want to do?”
“You. I want to do you,” he said with a smile. “After our little detour, I want to play.”
“Can I shower first?”
“Yes, and I’ll join you. I left the bag in the kitchen. I’ll meet you in the shower.”
While she started the shower, he went to the kitchen. He wanted everything at his fingertips for later. He found a bowl, put a banana beside it, and washed a few strawberries that he put in the refrigerator beside the Reddi-Wip. He stripped as he walked toward the shower. By the time he got there, she was rinsing her hair. With her head tilted back, she was running her hands over her head with her breasts unencumbered. He stepped in and immediately cupped them. They were glorious. He leaned down and sucked each one thoroughly. The moans that left her spurred him on as he knelt and he nudged her legs apart. She ran her fingers through his hair, and “Ahh,” left her mouth. “Right there,” she said breathily. He tasted her slickness and knew she was close. As he backed away, he heard the groan of disappointment.
“I think we need to save that for a little while.”
She finished her hair and body while Mitchell lathered up. His eyes were closed with soap on his face while he rinsed his body. As soon as the suds were gone, he felt her lips on his cock. He groaned because he knew he wouldn’t stop her. He turned so she wouldn’t drown, but let her continue. He stretched his arms out to his sides and planted his hands against the walls. His head bowed with the feel of her mouth. His breathing increased as the thought of being selfish ran through his mind, but he knew if they did this now he’d last longer later. And he needed later to last. A couple more quick strokes then a long one, and he came unglued. He held her head and pushed into her mouth. He tried to be gentle. He didn’t want to choke her, but damn this felt good. When he came, he looked down at her as she looked up at him with the sweetest smile on her face. “Good?”
“More than good, baby.” He helped her up and turned off the water. She had towels already laid out so he grabbed one and wrapped it around her. She stepped out, then tossed his towel back to him. While he dried off, he watched her do the most mundane things – dry off, brush her teeth, comb her hair. He couldn’t imagine a day when he wouldn’t want to watch her. When he stepped out, he walked her to the bed and released the towel from her body. He pulled the covers down the bed and patted her ass. “Up you go. Remember last time, one pillow but this time put your hands above your head.” She did as she was told with a cute little smile. He dropped his towel, got on the bed, and straddled her with his cock just out of reach of her tongue. He ran the cuffs around a spindle in the middle of her bed and attached them to her wrists.
“Too tight?”
“No, I’m good.”
He got off the bed and looked around. “Where are your other toys?”
“The little chest at the back of my closet. The key is in the top drawer of this bedside table.” She motioned with her head to the one closest to the closet.
He retrieved the key and plundered in the chest. Seeing all the things she’d played with through the years started to arouse him once again. He found a vibrator that he took back with him. He laid it on the bed and pulled the cock ring out of their bag. He stood at the foot of the bed. “Can you see me?”
“Yes.”
He proceeded to put it on, with her watching his every move. He put his balls in the little mesh cup and his cock through the ring. He turned it on to see how it felt. The vibration caused him to thicken so he turned it off. “You’ll enjoy that.” He watched her squirm with a come hither grin.
“I could enjoy it now if you’d come over here.”
“In a bit.” He grabbed the blindfold on his way to her. “Mak, I want to play. I want complete control. Supposedly, when your sense of sight is gone, you feel things more intensely. I want you to wear this for a little while. You’ve admitted you trust me,” he dangled the blindfold from his finger, “but this requires more trust than the cuffs. Do you trust me completely?”
She looked at the blindfold, but already knew her answer. “Yes,” she said as she made eye contact with Mitch.
“Baby, if something doesn’t feel good, tell me and we’ll stop.”
“Completely?”
“No, just to see why it doesn’t feel good. I want this to be fun for both of us.”
“Okay.”
“I like you in handcuffs by the way.” He reached over and slipped the blindfold in place. “How’s that?”
“Dark.”
He chuckled. “Good. I’m leaving for a few minutes. We’re alone, so the door is open. I’m not going far, and I can hear you, okay?”
“Yes.”
He ran his finger down her cheek as he rose from the bed.
35
Mitchell left the bedroom. Kayla lay there with her eyes covered in complete darkness and her hands tethered to the headboard. She heard hi
m in the kitchen plundering around. She hoped he found everything he was looking for. The longer she lay there, the more aroused she became. What was he doing? She heard him walking toward their room. Yes, this was their room, too. He’d always been a part of it, he just didn’t know it.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” She said as she slid her legs up and down trying to find friction.
“You need to stop moving your legs.”
“But…”
“Mak. I get control, remember? You’ll thank me later.”
She stopped moving and gave him the control he wanted. She heard him move to the foot of the bed and set something kind of heavy on it. “You look beautiful. Spread your legs open for me.” When she did, her right leg touched the cold Reddi-Wip can and jerked back. She eased them back open. “Good girl.” She waited – no movement, no sound. She stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she felt his weight on the bed between her legs.
She gasped at the first sensation – ice. Her thighs, glutes, and vaginal muscles tensed at the initial chill. He started at her inner knee. The higher he brought the cube up her left leg toward her inner thigh, the tighter her muscles clinched. Where would he stop? He took it away just before he touched her pussy. She exhaled before he repeated it on the other leg. When she shivered, he took his hot tongue and traced the same path. He didn’t say a word as her breaths got louder and her heart beat faster. His nibbles drew her attention until she heard a vibrator. Was it his or the one he got out of the chest? He gently guided it up her sensitized skin. The chest. It tickled, and she felt the goosebumps spread over her body. “You’re wet. This turning you on, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Your closest neighbor is Ginger, and we know she’s out of town. I want to hear how this makes you feel. You don’t have to be quiet. I know how loud you can be,” he said as he peppered kisses on her tummy.
She moaned. It felt good, but she wanted more. As she felt him change positions, she begged, “Don’t leave me.”
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