Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Slade,” I began but just then the lift door dinged and the panels slid open to reveal a whole new department.
“Come on, Princess,” he murmured. Putting an arm around my shoulders, he ushered me into a large room filled with racks and racks of unfamiliar objects and products.
“What is this? Where are we?” I asked, looking around. The lighting was dimmer here than in the clothing, shoes, and lingerie departments and nothing I saw for sale looked remotely familiar.
“You’ll see,” Slade said mysteriously. “Come on—we only need a few things.”
He led me through the aisles and I looked from side to side, trying to see what in the world we were meant to be buying.
To my right, was a row of bottles, each filled with a different colored gel. I picked one up and read aloud.
“Lip lickers—flavors for the ultimate pleasure.”
“Hmm?” Slade looked down at me and the bottle in my hand. “Put that back, baby—we don’t need it.”
“But what is it?” I asked, bewildered.
“It’s for pussies too afraid to eat pussy.” His deep voice sounded contemptuous. Seeing the confusion on my face, he explained. “It’s to make a woman’s juices a different flavor. As if a pussy needs flavoring. It’s already fucking delicious just like it is.”
He gave me a significant look and I blushed and put down the bottle hastily. What kind of department were we in that sold pussy flavoring?
Slade seemed to know where he was going, so I followed along, still looking at the strange products. There were odd costumes, made of leather and shiny latex as well as more lotions, gels, and powders. Some of these promised to “prolong pleasure” or “heighten sensation.”
“Make Her Squirm, clit sensitizer,” I read on one box. “Make her clit so sensitive you barely have to touch her to make her come!”
I didn’t think I liked that idea—imagine being that sensitive all the time and having orgasms all over the place! It would be really inconvenient—not to mention horribly embarrassing in public.
“Are you beginning to get the idea of this floor, Princess?” Slade gave me a half-lidded look.
“I think so.” I could feel my cheeks getting hot. “It’s…for husbands and wives, right?”
He rumbled laughter and stroked my cheek.
“My innocent little virgin. Not just husbands and wives—couples who want to spice up their sex lives.”
We were passing by a display of whips and riding crops as he spoke and I pointed at them.
“But how can something like that, er, spice up their life?” I demanded. “What use could people have for those unless they wanted to punish each other?”
Slade gave me an amused look, one corner of his mouth curving into a grin.
“Sometimes people having sex do want to punish each other, Princess.”
“What? Why?” I shook my head. “I don’t believe you.”
“Why would I lie? And why would they sell this stuff here if people didn’t buy it?” he challenged me.
I looked at the coiled whips and the black leather crops again.
“What…what do they get out of it?” I asked at last.
Slade shrugged, his broad shoulders rising under his suit.
“Some get off on the pain. Others like the power exchange. It’s not my thing but we can try it if you want.”
“What? No!” I protested hurriedly.
His golden eyes twinkled.
“So you don’t want me to buy a crop and tan your gorgeous ass until you moan and beg me to stop, Princess?” He picked up one of the crops and swung it through the air with a swish.
“I most certainly do not,” I said primly. “Please, put it down.”
He shrugged again.
“All right—if you’re sure.”
“I am.”
Slade put the crop back and we kept walking until I saw a display of handcuffs and manacles. There were also leather straps with loops at their ends and soft fastenings.
My new husband stopped here and looked over the display with an intent expression on his face. At last he picked up one of the leather straps with loops at the end and gestured for me.
“Come here, Princess—let me see your arms.”
“What? Why?” I asked, automatically extending my arms, hands up.
“To see if this fits.” He wrapped the leather strap around both my wrists and fastened it firmly. It held my wrists in place and would probably be impossible to get out of, I thought, eyeing it uneasily.
“What is this thing? Why did you put it on me?” I asked.
“Never mind.” Slade took the black leather strap off my wrists and shook his head. As he turned away from me, I heard him mutter to himself, “Just hope I don’t have to.”
His words sent a chill through me. Have to what? Tie me up? What was he planning to do to me?
Before I could ask, we came to a new display so shocking it completely drove the questions out of my mind.
“Goddess of Mercy!” I breathed, my eyes growing wide. “Those are…they’re…they…” I trailed off, at a loss for words.