Chapter 13

Vanessa Vargas

"How about this?" I came out in a dress I didn't know if I liked.

"You look good in everything, Ace." He said.

I frowned.

"But my body doesn't cooperate." I looked down, tugging at some of the fabric.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He scoffed.

"I don't have enough butt. I look like a door with boobs." I walked back into the dressing room.

"No you fucking don't." He grumbled.

I put on the pantsuit.

Oh my god.

I looked phenomenal.

"I like this but I'm not showing! It's a surprise." I said and got out of it, folding it and setting it in the yes.

I got changed back into my normal clothes, opening the door with arm fulls of other stuff I either was or wasn't getting just to get pushed back in.

"Spade, what the hell-"

"Say something bad about yourself again. You do it, I'll show you exactly why I like your ass. It'll hurt you but make me feel so much better covering in hand prints." He glared at me before grabbing the yes pile and walking out.

I frowned, my stomach bubbling with nerves.

I didn't like that.

I walked out, handing the worker my no's and going to the register where I saw the price and wanted to vomit.

"Are you sure Spade? It's a lot." I whispered.

He ignored me, paying and holding the third bag I had for me.

First was candles, bodywash, and lotions from Bath and Body, then well... books, and now this.

He opened his arm, offering it to me and I put my hand through, holding onto his bicep.

"What is it like being so big?" I asked.

He chuckled.

"Big how?"

"Don't be dirty." I swatted at him.

"It's nothing crazy." He shrugged.

"But it has to be something. I mean every girl in here is drooling and all the men want to be this jacked." I squeezed his arm.

"Do you drool?" He looked down at me and I felt my face heat, the question not intended to come back.

"T-that wasn't my-"

"That's what I care about though. Do I?" He smirked when looking back up again.

"W-well you aren't un-attractive." I cleared my throat.

"Not what I asked."

"Maybe just not exactly my type." I said.

"What's exactly your type?" He asked.

It wasn't condescending, no hint of any bad emotions.

He was genuinely curious.

"Well, firstly, not a trillion-air." I nodded.

He pulled us aside and sat on the bench, pulling me to sit as well.

"Why not?"

"Public attention."

"What cameras are here? I'm not in Vegas. We're just in the plain old state of Nevada now." He looked around us showing how left alone we were.

"Well, I would say I'm relatively vanilla and with your threats I'd assume you're not." I unhooked my arm from his, settling my hands in my lap.

"How many times has a man made you orgasm?" He asked, serious.

His blue eyes bored into mine and I was at a loss for words.

"None."

"Mmhm, I bet I don't even have to touch you." He grabbed my inner thigh, pulling me closer and a throb began pulsing between my legs.

"I-"

"I can even be miles away. A phone call, a voice message. I saw how your eyes widened the first time you spoke to me. You like my voice, I know I can do it. Granted, you may very well be... vanilla. But I doubt it, I want to doubt it." He said bluntly.

"Why?" To the last thing he said.

He smiled.

"Because I could take care of you how I want to. I have some money, so what? People don't intentionally surround me for photos, I'm a businessman not a Kardashian. I'm not walking the red carpet. I exist. You get whatever you want, I get to give you whatever you want-"

"Is this a relationship proposal?" I smiled, hoping it was a joke.

"Nope. I'm just telling you I am your type."

"Well since we're being all honest. I want a vibrator." I stood.

He didn't even react or look shocked.

He stood and began leading the way.

"And my type isn't a bachelor. You probably hook up with women often." I said.

"I have never slept with a woman for a one night stand. I have standards." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a store that had a velvet purple curtain over the front.

"ID." A woman said as soon as we got in.

We both handed it to her.

She nodded, giving them back.

I looked around seeing a dungeon of sex toys.

"Jesus." I gasped.

"Never been in one?" He asked.

"No. You have?" I was shocked.

"As far as I know, friends don't receive girlfriend benefits."

"You're emptying your wallets for me." I blinked.

"Because I'm never letting you leave. Because one day you will be my girlfriend. Preferably not that label but I'll take whatever. Alright, dildo or vibrator?" He asked.

"I-I've never used a uhm..."

He grabbed my face, guiding it to his.

"This is a place no one judges. I will educate, I swear to not judge you. It's normal, not weird. Alright?" He told me, sincerity dripping from his voice, his eyes pools of warmth.

"I've never had a dildo or a... even average sized man I suppose is the term inside me." I whispered.

He nodded.

"What's average to you?" He asked.

"Well I've only ever been with one person. I'd say 3?" I held my breathe.

His face fell.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered and I laughed.

"Well... starting with a vibrator." He grabbed my hand, led me to the isle with them.

"Large or small that can go inside." He pointed, showing me.

I looked at both, chewing my cheek.

"Uhm... do you know what... works better?" I asked.

"Depends. Some women prefer clit stimulation, some like inside, some like both." He shrugged.

I groaned.

"I don't know." I frowned.

He grabbed a large purple one, handing it to me.

"Begin with this. If you ever want to try the other, then we can always come back." He nodded.

"I shouldn't be this inexperienced. I mean, the same man for like 3 years-"

"Never got you off once?" He gasped.

"No. My life is a tragedy." I covered my face, embarrassed.

He began laughing.

"What?" I glared.

"Nothing you'd like to know." He looked along the other stuff, the dildos and all of it.

"What?" I groaned, wanting to know.

"The next thing you'll have in you is me, so my head thought I'll make you a dildo using me as a mold. Creative hm?" He smiled, chuckling to himself once again like that was hilarious.

I chewed my lip.

"You seem very confident that I will let you that close." I smiled.

He raised his eyebrows.

"I wish you'd let me do something once. Just once. Just to show you how well I could treat you." He sighed.

"Fine. Make it." I said.

He smirked, amused.

"You said let you do something. Make it. I'll use it... once." I nodded.

He smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhm."

"You have to cum on it though." He told me and I wanted to flinch with how blunt that sounded.

"Fine."

"Alright, Ace. Let's checkout, get you fed, then I'll work on it."