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Chapter Twenty-Two

“We are going out tonight.” I rolled out of his embrace and lay on my pillow, panting.

Frowning, Tristan looked over at me. “Destiny, we can't. Besides, we're role playing tonight, remember? Knight and scullery maid.”

After our first day of marathon sex, Tristan had become obsessed with trying new things. I told him we couldn't do anal every day, so he searched the Internet for other sexual activities he'd missed. First on his list was role playing.

“We need a night out.” I got out of bed. “We can go to Rockville. It’s fifteen minutes north, has some nice restaurants and night life, and I doubt Fabian will look for us there. Come on, get dressed.”

He looked at me for three long seconds, weighing the risk against the determination in my jaw.

“We can stop at a sex shop along the way and get toys. Paddles, handcuffs, condoms.” I widened my eyes at him. We had two condoms left.

The tightness around his eyes relaxed into a reluctant smile. “Rockville it is.”

The drive down the Georgetown Pike was lined with trees and lit by lavender dusk. In barely any time at all, we arrived at a massive adult store.

Tristan's eyes widened as we walked up to it. “This looks nefarious.”

“Come on, you're going to love this.” I dragged him to the front door. He wasn't wrong, with black bricks and a neon sign reading Adult Toys, the place did look sketchy.

But it was bright and clean inside, with rows of products in the front and DVDs at the back. The woman behind the check-out desk smiled and greeted us. I waved back and asked where the handcuffs were. Tristan's cheeks blazed as the woman gaily directed us to the costume section of the store.

After a few steps, Tristan pulled me to a stop. I thought he was going to ask to leave, but instead, he pointed at a box on the shelf. It was one of those vibrators with a clit stimulator at the front. This one was a bee with silicone antennae.

“Would you enjoy that?” he asked.

“Alone, yes, but not with you. I'd rather you be the bee.”

Grinning ear-to-ear, Tristan put his arm around my shoulders and strode past the other vibrators to the costume section, grabbing a basket along the way. We filled it with lube—both flavored (vanilla cream) and unflavored, handcuffs, leather paddles, restraints, three dildos (a Goldilocks assortment from small to large), a maid costume, a latex dress, a tiny vibrator for my clit, three boxes of condoms, and a few other things. I gave in on the clit vibrator out of curiosity, but I made him put back the remote control vibrator for my panties. The last thing I needed was him zapping me while I was walking around the estate.

Along the way to the cashier, a display of jewelry caught his eye. The woman sauntered over and asked if we wanted to see anything. Tristan had her pull out a tray of pussy jewelry. I wouldn't have even known what it was if not for the picture propped beside them. They were actually very pretty, with chains to hold shells and other charms over the mound and a dangling pearl to hit the clitoris.

“That one.” Tristan pointed to a butterfly model with blue gems.

“Hold on. If I have to wear jewelry, so do you.”

The woman giggled and motioned at another display. “We have cock rings.”

Tristan's eyes went wide.

“They're not just pretty,” she said. “They make you last longer.”

“Oh, I don't know if we—”

“How do you know what size to get?” Tristan asked.

“Oh, well you have to get erect and measure your base.” She looked him up and down. “We have a dressing room you can use with your partner.”

“Maybe another time—”

Again, he cut me off. “Do you have a measuring tape?”

“Yes, and rest assured, we sanitize them after use.” She removed a box from under the counter, opened it, and emptied it into his palm. “The dressing room is to the right of the costumes.”

“Thank you.”

Let's just say, he didn't need encouragement. Tristan was already excited from all the toys. We left a few minutes later with a silicone cock ring—recommended for beginners, and the butterfly jewelry for me.