“They certainly are,” Ben said. “Okay, picture going to your man.”
Ben held up the phone and clicked it, then included more commentary before sending it to Peter. The response was again immediate.
“He says I should switch your ass, because your breasts are perfect as they are. But he likes the way they look in that.”
Dana brightened. “Good. Wallenda says she has it in green, purple and blue, too. I’m going to get one of each. With matching panties.”
“Your congregation will love them.”
When she skipped back into the dressing room, he shook his head and looked up at Cass. “Kids,” he sighed.
Her lips quirked, her blue eyes amused. Hers were like a summer sky, while Savannah’s were more like faceted jewels. “Aren’t you nearly the youngest here, except for Marcie?” Cass asked.
“Only in maturity,” he reminded her. “And shouldn’t you be trying on something? I’m sure you’re almost out of edible panties. Lucas has come in with that blue and pink tongue thing a couple times. Oh, and red. The raspberry ones are his favorite, I think.”
“We have never bought edible panties,” she said with a sniff.
“Then he must have a serious slushy addiction you need to talk to him about. But I don’t blame you. They’re terrible. If I ever did open a confectionery slash bakery like Marcie thinks I should, I’d put edible panties on the menu. Ones that actually taste good. Chocolate lace that’s better than Godiva and melts when the heat of the mouth is applied. Cherry liqueur flavor.”
“Dessert and drinks,” she observed.
“Exactly. That ice blue peignoir over there has you written all over it.” His gaze slid over her. “All your thick, blond hair down, one thin strap falling off the shoulder, the satin slithering over all your gorgeous curves. Our cunnilingus-addicted accountant wouldn’t be able to put two numbers together, let alone two words.”
She considered it, a faint tinge to her cheeks, her lips parting. A woman inside her head, letting her imaginings arouse her, was fascinating to watch. Cass recalled herself far too soon, though.
“Maybe. I’ll think about it.” She rose and left him, but before she did, she pressed her hand to his shoulder. He was probably too gratified by the affection, but he was glad she didn’t seem to be in a mood to keep giving him a hard time. Maybe Savannah had said something to her.
As Cass moved away toward the dressing room, he realized she had a couple more outfits and bra choices draped over her arm.
Though they were likely more things for Rachel and Dana to try, he couldn’t resist sending a text to Lucas. Cass is considering some thongs. I’ll let you know how well they accent her pretty ass.
He grinned at the return fire. Hard to do when your eyes are poked out with my laser pointer. Thongs chafe. I’d never do that to my wife.
Looking around for his brat, Ben noticed Marcie had wandered into the role play area, after having left the blue nightie with Wallenda at the counter.
It was a tough choice, staying where he was to enjoy more of the male-dream fashion show, or seeing what she was doing, but he figured he couldn’t lose either way. So, he went to see Marcie.
She was rubbing the stiff black taffeta skirt of a maid costume between her thumb and forefinger. From the length of it, he suspected the ruffled skirt would barely cover her ass. “I could see you wearing this around the house,” he observed. “Or maybe in my home dungeon. I’d order you to wear it when you clean the equipment.”
Her brown eyes heated, telling him she liked the idea. When he glanced down and saw she’d picked out another item, she lifted it so he could see. A vampire role-playing kit, including a set of fangs, some black cherry flavored “blood” to drizzle on the skin, and a wooden stake. The stake was pointed on one end, but the handle was a flesh-like phallus, obviously intended for other purposes. Since Hot Toddy was upscale, the fangs weren’t a cheap plastic insert, but silver plated and reasonably sharp for realism. Intended for blood play, including an extensive warning in the instructions about not piercing major arteries in the neck.
“You like that, brat?”
She caught her lip in her teeth and glanced up at him almost shyly, which really intrigued him. “I’ve had a vampire fantasy or two about you,” she admitted.
“About me? Or those sparkly vampires you watch?”
“I love the Twilight movies,” she protested. But she edged closer to him. “I like the darker side of the story.”
“Really?” He considered the package and, deciding then and there they’d be buying it, he withdrew his pocket knife and cut open the thick plastic packaging that kept customers from doing what he did now, plucking out the fangs and tube of black cherry flavoring. “Let’s see how they fit.”
Her pupils expanded and darkened, which was as much of a cue as he needed. While he wasn’t sure about role playing a vampire, he approved of the fang idea as a different form of cutting toy, something that would allow him to put his mouth on her while he tested her limits. The manufacturer was a reputable BDSM paraphernalia company he knew, so he expected they’d had the same idea for the fangs. He slipped them into his mouth.
The bridge was flexible and could be adjusted. He found it had a reasonable fit with his mouth, though he also expected they could be custom ordered for a perfect hold. He drew her to him as he put some of the black cherry blood on his finger. Then he slid it down her throat, leaving an intriguingly realistic smear.
Feeling the pulse of the artery under his fingertip, seeing her go still, her gaze flicking up to him with a mix of erotic intrigue and deeper need, flipped a switch. No matter their surroundings, the Master side kicked in, the possessor. His focus narrowed to her, the store and everyone in it moving behind a gray curtain. Her mesmerized reaction to the props only helped with the fantasy.
He imagined what it was that intrigued her about vampire lore and used that to get him even deeper into it.
A powerful being, about to take control of his prey, his toy. Her breath had become shallower, he noted. She lifted her hand to touch the tip of one fang. It protruded only slightly over his bottom lip, so they could be easily hidden for maximum effect. He coiled his hand in her hair, tilting her head back as he closed in to put his mouth on the bloodlike streak, tasting it and her.