Breaking Perfect

“Are you buying all that stuff?”

Mason walked over and peeked at his collection. “Anal beads, really?”

“What? I like them.”

Liberty wondered if he liked using them on women or women using them on him. Mason took the lab coat from him and hung it back on the wall. “If you want to play doctor I have about two dozen of these at home.”

“Oh, that’s right. Cool!”

“Doctor?” She frowned. Sean held a large rubber dildo that had a spiraled covering and antennae sticking out one end and a thin rod curving out from the other side.

She crinkled her nose when she noticed a scrap of hot pink lace draped over his arm. “Who is the thong for?”

“You.”

“I don’t like thongs.”

“You’ll like this one.”

Sean moved to stand in front of a display with studded collars, lots of leather, and whips. She scoffed. “Don’t even think of buying something on that wall and using it on me. I’m not into that.”

Growing impatient, Sean sighed and turned to face her. He looked at her and she fought the urge to fidget under his scrutiny. “Then why are your nipples hard?”

Liberty looked down. Damn it! “Well, we’re in a sex room. It’s a little hard not to notice.”

“Liberty,” Mason called from the other side of the room. He held a satin sash and was checking out a long peacock feather. His collection seemed a lot less intimidating than Sean’s so she went over there.

“Sean is a pervert,” she whispered as soon as she neared her husband.

“Don’t judge, Libby. If he was the only one who enjoyed those things then they wouldn’t sell them at every adult store. Try to be open-minded. Besides, you’ll hurt his feelings. He can hear you.”

She turned back to look at Sean. He was smiling and held a fringy little leather thing in his hand. An evil gleam crept in his eyes and he whipped it against his thigh. She groaned. “He’s taunting me.”

“He’s playing with you,” Mason corrected, then a little louder said, “Sean, behave yourself. You’re scaring Liberty.” He held up the feather. “What do you think of this?”

“It’s a feather.”

“I’m aware of what it is.”

She shrugged. “Other than making centerpieces I’m not sure what you would use it for.”

Mason stepped behind her and trailed the satin sash over her exposed collarbone. She shivered. The heat from his body crept through the barrier of her clothing and she melted into him. In a thick, low voice he said, “What if I blindfolded you and tied you down with these satin sashes and used the feather to tickle and torment you? You would never know where I was or what I would do next. I could spend hours pleasuring you and you would be helpless to stop me, completely at my mercy.”

Chills ran up her spine. Her sex pulsed with excitement and her nipples were hard once more.

“You like that idea, don’t you baby? Being completely helpless and under my command. That turns me on, the idea of having you naked and at my disposal to play with, tease, fuck, and titillate. We could make it a game. How many times can two men make a woman come in one evening? I bet if we brought home some of these toys we’d really have a good time. What do you say, Liberty? Do you want to submit to two men and see how many times and how hard we can make you come?”

She was having a hard time catching her breath. Images of the two of them touching and taking her while she was tethered and helpless filled her head. What was wrong with her that she found the idea completely erotic? Mason pressed his body into her back and she felt his erection. There might be something wrong with her for liking the idea of being tied up, but Mason really seemed to like the idea. “Okay.”

He growled and leaned down to suck on the side of her neck. His hands cupped her aching breasts through her shirt. She leaned into him and wanted him to take her right then and there. He pulled away all too soon and said, “Sean, go check out. Here’s my AmEx.”

The beads rattled as Sean’s footsteps retreated from the room. Mason’s mouth was back on her neck and his hand was now gathering up her linen skirt. She was very wet, her body needy and heavy.

When Mason’s hand sunk beneath her panties and landed right on her sex, she gasped. They were in a store! “Mason—”

“Shh, no one’s in here. The cashier is busy helping Sean. He’ll keep him busy until we’re done. Spread your legs for me, baby.”

Her heart raced. Someone could walk in at any moment. There was something terrifying and exciting about the possibility of being caught. Her feet stepped farther apart and her thighs separated. Mason groaned his approval.