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Her head tilted to the side as she watched me. “More comfortable?” she repeated, and I nodded.
“Surely, you’d like to be in a comforting environment to learn?” I lifted my brows, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth when she softly laughed.
“Of course,” she said, still giggling to herself. “Who wouldn’t?”
“Exactly.” I twisted my lips to the side as a plan formed in my mind. “Would you be interested in helping me cozy up the place?”
Her smile fell as her gaze darted between mine. Whatever she saw on my face must’ve made her realize the offer was genuine. “You’re serious?”
I rested my forearms on the desk as I leaned even closer. “Deadly.”
Her tongue darted out between her lips, wetting them as she cautiously watched me. “Why would you think I would know how to decorate anything?”
I shrugged, still leaned toward her. I wanted to shove the desk out of the way and get even closer.
“Something tells me you’re perfect,” I murmured. Her throat bobbed, her eyes still on mine like she was weighing my words.
“I guess I could try.” She looked unsure, but I didn’t care about her reservations. All I cared about was having her in my room every single day, close to me, where I could watch her—watch over her, I mean. Make sure she was safe, and not falling into the lying webs of the boys in this school.
“That’s a girl.” I grinned, leaning back in my chair, loving the way her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed. “Perhaps we could go shopping this weekend? Find the perfect items.” Her eyes widened—not a lot, just enough to tell me that maybe I was moving too fast. But as the doubt crept in, she shook herself, speaking before I could say anything else.
“It’s a date.”
Chapter Seven
I stared at the curtained windows, the glow from inside barely peeking through the cracks. A shadow danced across it, obscuring the light for only a moment. My heart hammered in my chest, my blood roared in my ears, but I still took a step forward.
Palms sweating, I reached out, wrapped my hand around the cool handle, and pulled. The bell above the door chimed, and the sterile scent of the store hit me—the electronic pop blasting too loudly, the overhead light blinding. I blinked, letting my vision adjust.
Barry barely glanced my way from where he sat perched on a stool behind the counter, as he was the other night. The tiny key was a brick in my pocket as I moved toward him, forcing my gaze to stay locked on him, not on the red fabric taunting me.
“Knew you’d be back,” he said. The words sent a cold chill down my spine, and I stiffened, trying to swallow past the thick, dry lump in my throat.
“How—”
“Guys like you can’t stay away for long.” I licked my sandpaper lips, my heart rate erratic, as I finally allowed myself my first glimpse at the curtain. I thrummed my fingers on the solid counter, bouncing on the balls of my feet. Sweat beaded along my brow, and dripped down my spine.
I shouldn’t be here.
“I’d like to go back,” I whispered. His eyes flicked to mine, the corner of his lips barely tipping up.
“Sure thing, man. Head on back.”
I blinked. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” he agreed with a nod.
But it couldn’t be that easy, could it? It shouldn’t be that easy. A man like me shouldn’t have easy access to a place like this.
A man like me should be encaged.
As if on cue, my cock throbbed in its metal cage, and I ground my teeth together. I shouldn’t fight against my natural instincts. I was a man, and I had needs. Needs I couldn’t fulfill where I wanted to fulfill them. And since burying myself deep inside Winnie wasn’t an option, I needed to find relief elsewhere. I knew myself well enough to know porn at home wouldn’t cut it. I needed…depravity.
“Well, there are a few things,” Barry said, pulling me from my thoughts. I froze as I waited for him to tell me what the few things were. “Phones need to be turned off. No recording or taking photos.”
I let out a long breath. “Sure thing,” I sighed. As if I’d ever be stupid enough to document my fucked-up sexual needs ever again.
“If you’re in a Live Viewer room, no touching the glass. No interrupting the performance unless it’s an emergency—and no, losing your butt plug is not an emergency. Make sure to leave a tip for the performers at check out, and please, for all that is holy, don’t cum and go. Clean up after yourself.”
