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“We’re going to have a picnic,” I informed her, pulling up to the speaker box. “What would you like?”
“I don’t know, there’s too many choices. What are you going to eat?”
“You.” I watched her eyes widen and her nipples jump to attention beneath her t-shirt. Reaching over, I took a stiff bud between my thumb and finger and gave it a little pinch. “Now that is my kind of salute.”
“Brett!” she said, but in a tone that had no rancor, only a bit of shock. The fact that she arched her back a bit, offering more of her breast told the true story.
Forget choices. I turned to the speaker and ordered for the both of us. Passing her the bags and putting the bottles of water in the cup holders, I pulled out and after a few miles, turned into a strip center.
“Brett Griffith, I am not going to get a tattoo!”
Grinning, I turned to her. “I don’t know; maybe seeing ‘Daddy’s Girl’ inked across a certain part of your anatomy might remind you to be good.”
“Since I can’t see my ass, I find that highly doubtful,” she shot back. “Seriously, you don’t expect me to get a tattoo?”
“No. We’re going to get dessert.”
She looked at me like I was crazy. “If you wanted dessert, you could have gotten some cookies at the deli.”
“I’m not looking for cookies,” I said, cupping her chin and turning her head to the right. “I’m fancying something longer lasting and far less fattening than cookies.”
Her gasp told me she’d seen the Erotic Zone sign above the shop sandwiched between the tattoo parlor and a convenience store.
“There is no way in hel… on God’s green earth that I’m going in there! What if someone recognizes us?”
“Then they’ll know we enjoy a very healthy sex life.”
“No, they’ll know that you are kinky!”
She actually slid down in her seat as if expecting to be discovered.
Chuckling, I shrugged. “Hannah, know this, if you don’t go in with me, I’ll choose whatever dessert I want, and you will have to live with it.”
“O-okay.”
Decision made, I opened the door, hearing the lock snap almost before I’d completely stepped out of the car. Well, I would have locked the car anyway, so I didn’t fault her the security measure. This was a part of town that could be found outside most military bases in the country. Soldiers were known for the proclivities to cover themselves with tattoos and let off a little steam—both in the bars and in any assortment of sexual outlets. They put their lives on the line, and I’d dare anyone to demand they be angels.
The store wasn’t empty but, unlike Hannah’s fear, I didn’t see anyone I knew by name. Granted, if I’d been in uniform, I would not have entered. I might like kink, but I did respect the uniform. While my haircut most likely proclaimed me a soldier, my jeans and t-shirt gave me anonymity.
I knew exactly what I was looking for, so it didn’t take long to make my purchases. I paid cash, not bothering to ask for the military discount the sign on the counter offered. I did ask if I could step into their employee bathroom which I knew would most likely be a lot cleaner than a public one. I unpackaged and thoroughly washed every item I’d bought, not trusting they’d been sanitized enough when packaged. With bag in hand, I returned to the car to find Hannah had laid her seat back as far as she could so that she wasn’t visible with a casual glance through the window.
Sliding behind the wheel, I saw her eying the bag.
“Um, that looks like an awful lot of dessert.”
“I’m a man with a very healthy appetite. Put your seatbelt on, babe.”
She raised her seat and clicked her belt into place. “So, what did you get?”
“I believe I’ll keep that a surprise,” I said, knowing a little bit of anticipation could go a long way.
Once we were back on the road, she seemed to relax, though she kept shooting glances at the bag I’d set down next to a glazed purple and yellow pot behind me. Not wanting her to worry herself out of the playful mood we’d shared earlier that had led to this entire plan, I reached over and took her hand.
“Relax, baby. I promise you’re going to enjoy dessert.” When she remained looking skeptical, I added, “This isn’t punishment, Hannah. This is for pleasure.”
“Aren’t we supposed to have a safeword? I read that in those books.”
I knew she meant the erotic books and not the ones on domestic discipline, but wasn’t going to shrug aside her concern. “Do you feel you need one?” I asked.
