“I had the perfect one at home,” I said, shocked that I was lightening up around him, especially in this store. He made it easy.
“It’s not about penetration. It’s about the anticipation of penetration,” he said softly. Oh God!
My panties were sticking to my delicate skin. Every step I took created a friction against my swollen flesh that brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
“Why didn’t you bring your perfect toy?” he asked, looking genuinely interested.
I giggled, then clamped my mouth shut to stop the silly noise. “Fear of airport security.”
His eyes widened, his lips curled into a delicious smile, and he shook his head gently as I could only imagine he played the scenario of my bags being searched at the airport in his head.
“Lube?” he asked, lifting a tube of strawberry-flavored oil from the shelf.
I shook my head.
“I’m sure you taste better,” he teased, but his voice was a low growl.
The thought of Todd’s tongue between my legs sent electricity through my veins. My breathing became shallow and winded as my body tensed with sexual excitement. I needed to get out of here, away from him. He was trouble. I'd known that from the start.
What are you doing, Katrina?
“This would look amazing on you.” Todd picked up a silky blue piece of lingerie. White lace trimmed the skimpy outfit. Snaps at the crotch provided easy access.
“I love the snaps,” he pointed out.
I did too.
“You need to relax. You were having so much fun at the bar,” he said, curling a finger around a curl that had escaped my bun.
“I’m relaxed,” I lied, then blew out the breath I’d been holding.
His eyes penetrated mine. I couldn’t help but smile, then those damned giggles escaped my throat. I was relaxed, sort of. I was having fun.
“We’ll take these.” Todd handed the lingerie, the handcuffs, and the prickly vibrating ball to the clerk. He pulled out his wallet, paid for the items, and pointed to the back room. “What’s back there?”
“Private. Members only,” the clerk said with a thick accent.
“How much to become a member?” Todd asked.
“Fifty dollars. One year.”
Todd didn’t flinch. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the clerk. “We’ll check it out.”
I stood on my tiptoes, trying to see what he was talking about. I saw a sign: The Back Room.
The clerk pulled two cards from the register, handing them to Todd. “Want to check it out with me?” he asked.
My eyes had been burning holes into the floor, not wanting to look up and make eye contact with the clerk. I was still embarrassed. I had never been in a place like this before. My sex toys came from a party my friend threw, and were purchased in her private, very luxurious pool house. This was not private at all. I had no idea what was behind those doors marked "Private" or if I truly wanted to find out.
“Please?” Todd asked, batting his thick eyelashes in my direction.
Fuck.
I swallowed hard, trying to force my heart back into my chest. “Okay, but just to check it out. Not to stay.”
He picked up the bag of items he'd purchased and slid his free hand around mine, linking our fingers together. My clit pulsated against my panties as we touched. His smile was so delicious, so dangerously sexy I knew I couldn’t say no to him much longer.
He pushed open the doors with his shoulder, handed our cards to a large man who sat on a white leather covered stool. “Stay as long as you like,” he said and motioned us through another set of doors. The tile floors were so shiny they sparkled against the warm lights hung on the wall of the long corridor. A strong scent of lavender filled the room, and it somehow reminded me of the spa I used to frequent in Atlanta when I had money.
What was this place? I was looking for the special toys, the movies, and possibly even a peep show or strip club to be inside. But as we walked down a long, narrow corridor toward pulsating music, I wasn’t sure what to expect.
My grip tightened on Todd’s hand. “What is this?”
He shrugged his shoulders. It was obvious by his expression he wasn’t entirely sure either. The long hallway finally ended, dropping us into a large, round room with a stage and several tables surrounding a dance floor. My jaw dropped as my eyes rested on the couple on the stage. A woman with long red hair was spread out on a cushiony mattress. Her body was magnificent, fully nude. The man standing above her held a burning candle, dripping the wax onto her skin, leaving red marks from the heat before the wax dried. I watched her squirm, contort toward the flame, and almost beg for the painful pleasure. My hand loosened from Todd’s, moved quickly to my mouth to cover the shocked look on my face.
“A sex club?” Todd said, sounding more like he was asking a question than making a statement. A deep chuckle sounded from his lips, then he gripped my free hand, tugging me toward a table.
“Did you know?” I asked.
“That this was a sex club? No. I just came in here because I saw your cab drop you off.”
The music was so loud it vibrated my skin. I stared into Todd’s eyes as we took a seat at the table near the front of the stage. It was exciting. I was excited. But, I still wasn’t sure I wanted him to know that.
He sat the bag of toys on the table. Their presence teased me. My pussy twitched at the thought of Todd using the handcuffs on me and rolling the vibrator around my skin. I was eager to learn where my erogenous zones were, the ones he'd told me I had no idea about. Yes, I wanted to be here. Just as much as Todd. He was right. I needed to relax.
Todd’s eyes remained on me, even with the sexual atmosphere surrounding us. Mine wandered. The image of the naked woman on stage, her pussy open for all to see, and the man dripping hot wax so close to her delicate flesh was stirring a variety of emotions inside of me. I’d never been anywhere like this. I’d never seen anything like this before. People danced to the music, lost in their own worlds. Some dressed, some not so dressed. It was bizarre but exciting.
Todd’s hand rested on my leg, the weight of it somehow making me relax. The tingling in my skin from anxiety calmed with his touch, arousing a new kind of sensation between my legs. “Let’s dance,” he said, standing from his seat.
My leg instantly missed the warmth of his hand. I shook my head. I could feel my cheeks turning red with heat. Watching was one thing. Participating was another.
He gripped my hand, not taking no for an answer, and pulled me up from my chair. “One dance,” he insisted. God, that dimple was back. I’d marry that dimple if I could.