Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

I choked on my sake. “God, Dominic,” I laughed, “if you can’t say it, you don’t get to do it.”

He just blinked and looked like he didn’t know what to do. His broad shoulders lifted in a hesitant breath. “I haven’t before.”

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Holy shit, after fifty-some women he’d never had anal sex. “Really?”

His blush deepened another shade as he nodded and his voice dropped low. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, yeah.” I grinned.

“Real?”

“Real. I’m definitely up for it.” I was excited to give him a lesson in that kind of pleasure. But then reality crashed down on me and I skewed my face.

“What is it?” He looked alarmed.

“I’m going to need some help because you’re so big.”

I think he stopped breathing. He was so tense, the compliment barely registered. “What kind of help?”

“Like, help you can buy at an adult store,” I said, softly. “Surely there’s one around here—”

He rubbed a hand behind his neck, working out the tension. “Trust me, there are plenty. And don’t call me Shirley.” He bit down on his lip, and his eyes glinted with desire. “In fact, I think there are several in Shibuya. Let’s go.” He threw down a wad of yen, and started to get up from the table.

His eagerness made me chuckle.

Shibuya Center Town was a massive intersection in the heart of a shopping district, and every square inch of flat surface was either covered in signage or jumbotron displays of moving images. The advertisement was in your face, soaking into every pore, seeping in until I was overwhelmed. It made Times Square seem like it was nothing.

Dominic and I stood at the window of the Starbucks on the second floor of a nearby building and watched as the light changed, and an enormous wave of people took off, power walking across the dotted white bands on the pavement, signifying the crosswalk. It was a sight to behold.

I lived in downtown Chicago and crossed busy streets every day, but somehow this was new and different and exciting. “I want to do it.”

“Cross?” he asked, amused. “We will.”

We watched the crowds for at least twenty minutes as they moved through the intersections, the overhead neon lights of billboards flashing different images and splashing rainbows of color on them. That seemed to be as long as Dominic could stand it. Clearly he had other things on his mind.

Such a male.

We queued up with the other people at the edge of the road, and when the light changed, off we went. The throng of people moved at a fast clip, and Dominic’s hand curled around mine, urging me to keep up, stay with him, and stop gawking. The city . . . it felt alive.

The sex shop wasn’t hard to find, given the enormous cartoon penis in the window with an English speech bubble that said “Best Fucking Shop in All of Japan!” We wound down a spiral staircase into a basement. Once inside, it wasn’t any different than the sex shops in Amsterdam. Dildos and vibrators and costumes, and all the other stuff you expect to find.

His warm hand squeezed mine.

“Can I be honest?” he asked. When I nodded, he continued, “Pretty much whatever you want in here, I’ll buy it. Seriously. I’ll buy you two of everything.” His eyes darted to the costume of a sexy school girl.

“Okay, I want that.” I pointed to the three foot long dildo behind a glass case. The one that had something that looked suspiciously like teeth at the end. I did my best to look serious, but he laughed.

“Okay, freak, but it’ll make me feel inadequate, and if you want me to bite you, all you have to do is ask.”

A vision of Dominic’s head between my legs, teasing me with his teeth, flashed through my mind and filled me with desire.

We giggled like teenagers at some of the more ridiculous stuff like the plastic vaginas or blatant copyright in

fringement.