The toys...were everywhere. Glass cases displayed items that looked more like art pieces than sex accessories. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but my pulse hammered in my throat, making it hard to swallow.
The sales associate who approached us looked like she’d stepped out of a vintage fashion magazine—perfectly coiffed silver hair, elegant black dress, and a pearl choker that wasn’t just jewelry, given the faint magical shimmer around it.
“Kronos,” she smiled warmly. “It’s been too long.” Her eyes shifted to me with obvious interest. “And this must be your new friend.”
I fought the urge to hide behind him, especially when her gaze lingered on the fading marks visible above my collar—remnants of his mouth from three nights ago. Kronos’s hand squeezed my hip reassuringly.
“Celeste, this is Alex. We’re here for his birthday gift.” His voice carried that note of authority that made my knees weak. “Something special.”
“Of course.” Her smile turned knowing. “Any particular interests? We just received a lovely collection of Fae-crafted silk ropes…”
The mention of rope sent a jolt of heat straight through me, remembering Kronos’s explanation of why he called me rope bunny,how his eyes had darkened as he looked at my bound wrists over dinner.
“Actually,” Kronos interrupted, “I’d like Alex to explore first.”
“As you wish.” She gestured to the various sections of the store. “Take your time. Everything is arranged by category—impact play to the left, restraints along the back wall, sensation toys in the cases…”
The store seemed to go on forever, each section more elaborate than the last. Display cases held items made from materials I’d never seen before—opalescent glass that shifted colors, leather that almost looked alive, silks that shimmered with obvious enchantment.
My fingers trailed over a display of floggers, the soft leather tails caressing my skin. A memory flashed—Kronos’s fingernails dragging down my back, the exquisite line between pleasure and pain.
“See anything you’d like to try?” Kronos asked softly, staying close but letting me lead. His presence was both reassuring and nerve-wracking as I moved through the aisles. I glanced back to find his silver eyes tracking my every movement, pupils dilated with interest.
I paused at a case of sensation toys, drawn to something that looked like a feather made of liquid starlight. The price tag made me wince. “These are…”
“Price isn’t a concern,” he reminded me, his chest brushing my back as he leaned closer. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my shoulder blade, a stark contrast to my racing pulse. “Tonight is about what you want. If you don’t find anything, that’s okay and we can find other ways to entertain ourselves.”
His breath against my ear made my skin prickle with goosebumps. Two customers passed nearby, their hushed conversation barely registering as Kronos’s hand settled at the small of my back again, guiding me deeper into the store.
I spotted a section labeled “Trust Play” tucked away near the back of the store. A blindfold caught my eye—black silk that looked so soft I could almost feel it against my skin. Kronos’s texts flashed through my mind—how he’d tie me down, blindfold me, and work me over until I was begging to cum.
My mouth went dry as I reached out, fingers brushing the silk. The material was even softer than it looked, sliding through my fingers like water. I imagined darkness, heightened sensation, Kronos’s voice guiding me through pleasure I couldn’t anticipate or prepare for.
What really stopped me in my tracks was a sleek black display case. Inside sat a glass prostate massager, deep blue and curved for maximum pressure. The product card promised intense, full-body orgasms and came with a remote control for “external operation.” My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought of Kronos controlling it while I was tied up and blindfolded.
I leaned closer to the case, drawn by the way light refracted through the deep blue glass like it was capturing and transforming it. I could almost feel the cool, smooth surface sliding inside me, could imagine Kronos’s expression as he watched me take it.
My nervousness must have been more obvious than I thought. I felt the familiar warm tingle at my fingertips and looked down in horror to see tiny blue orbs of light dancing around my hands. I clenched my fist, extinguishing them, but not before Kronos noticed.
“How adorable,” he murmured against my ear, his chest pressed to my back. “I’ve noticed those little lights when you’re...excited.”
Heat rushed to my ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered, mortified that he’d recognized my unconscious magical response to being flustered.
“Find something interesting?” Kronos’s voice was low in my ear, his chest pressed against my back. His cologne—cedar and something wilder—enveloped me, familiar now after waking up in his bed several times these past weeks.
“I…” The price tag read $1,250, but that wasn’t what made me hesitate. It was admitting I wanted him to fuck me with it, to own me completely. “Maybe.”
He leaned closer to read the description, his breath warm against my neck. “Excellent choice,” he murmured. “Though I’m not surprised. You did seem to enjoy my fingers inside you last time.”
My knees weakened at the memory—his fingers stretching me open, finding that spot that had made me cum harder than I ever had before. I’d been face-down in his sheets, biting the pillow to keep from making embarrassing sounds as he worked me open with torturous patience. This toy would take that to an entirely different level.
My face burned at thememory. “It’s too much,” I protested weakly.
“It’s your birthday.” His hand settled on my hip, thumb finding the sliver of skin exposed where my shirt had ridden up. The simple skin-to-skin contact made me shiver. “And I want to make it memorable.”
His eyes met mine, silver darkening to gunmetal, and I saw the promise there—how he’d use this on me, how he’d take me apart piece by piece and put me back together. The intensity of his gaze made my breath catch.
“Celeste,” Kronos called, and she materialized beside us as if by magic. “We’ll take this one.” His thumb traced circles on my hip as she unlocked the case, my embarrassment warring with anticipation.
