First, I drive us to a sex shop she’s been to before. My girl knows her sex toys. She has dozens of them. I nearly peed myself laughing when she told me that sex toys are absolutely a business write-off for her. In fact, she insists that whatever we buy today in this store will be charged to her business credit card.
I’m not going to argue with her on this. I understand. I do everything I can to ensure I can expense things. We both own our own businesses. Same principle.
Melody is not shy in the store. I shouldn’t have expected her to be. She knows her kink products, but she’s never used anything that would require another person.
“How about one of these?” I ask her for the tenth time. I’m dragging her from item to item, mostly to gauge her reaction. And she’s good at controlling her expressions. She has fooled me into thinking she likes or hates a few items before breaking form and telling me to put them back or stack them on the checkout counter with the rest of our haul.
She rubs her chin. “Hmmm. Where would we put it? Do you think the beams above the bedroom are strong enough to hold a swing?”
I shrug. “Maybe not with as much as you might weigh in a few months, but probably today,” I tease.
She swats at me. “Brody!”
I hold my arms in front of my face as if I need to protect myself, but I can’t stop laughing. When she’s done slapping at me, I reach for the swing box.
“No fucking way, Brody. Put that back.”
This is how we end up with a restraint system, a paddle, a flogger, leather cuffs, and a breast pump. It’s the sort one would use to pretend, not the kind we’ll actually need when she’s engorged with milk.
When we leave the store, I set my GPS and take my girl to a high-end lingerie shop. This purchase is going to be on me.
“I thought you decided you like my plain, ugly panties,” she jokes as I lift her out of the truck.
“Baby, I love them. You can wear them every day. They’re not ugly. They’re sexy as fuck. But sometimes, you might like to lounge around in something with black lace. Or maybe red?” I grab her hand and lead her into the store.
I’m not shy. When the saleswoman approaches us, I start talking. “My girlfriend needs some things that will make her feel sexy. Some panty-and-bra sets and some negligees.”
The woman is more than happy to help. “Any specific colors?” She’s looking Melody up and down, probably working out her sizes.
Melody glances at me. Her cheeks are pink.
I lift her chin and kiss her sweetly. “You pick, baby. Whatever you want.” I point to a chair in the corner and head that direction. I don’t want her to be influenced by me, plus some surprises will be fun.
In the end, she doesn’t show me a single thing she chooses. I hand my credit card to the cashier after all the purchases are in the bag, and we’re done.
“Lunch?” I ask after we stash our latest purchase in the truck.
“Starving.”
We’re in a strip mall, and I spot a deli. “Sandwiches?”
“Perfect.” She wraps her arm around mine and leans into my bicep as we head for the restaurant. My heart is so full. Nothing can dampen my mood. Perhaps ever.
It’s not until the afternoon when we’re on our way back to Melody’s cottage that I remember the electricity went out before we left. I slow down and pull off the side of the road about a block from her house when I see two electrical trucks with cones out.
“Wait here, baby,” I say as I jump down and head toward the four electricians. Two of them have been helping me in town.
A guy named Robert comes toward me. “Hey, Brody. Were you the one who called this in this morning?”
“I reported the electricity being out at Melody Thorne’s house,” I tell him.
He rubs the back of his neck.
I don’t like the vibe of this conversation. “What’s the problem?”
“Someone deliberately cut the lines.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as I rub my jaw. “How many homes lost power?”
