Chapter 60 A Sex Toy Store
Will’s P.O.V.
The next day, I rent a bike. She sits behind me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist, and her chest is pressed against my back. I can feel her hair brushing against my neck, dancing in the air with the wind, and God, it feels like heaven.
I’ve ridden a bike a hundred times before, but never like this. Never with her. With Iva, everything feels out of the world. Even the air feels sweeter.
Beside us, the water stretches out, and I feel free. Free to love her openly. Free to hold her without fear of judgment.
The peace is so overwhelming that I can’t stop myself. I turn my head slightly and steal a soft kiss from her lips before focusing back on the road. She gasps a little, then smiles against me, holding me even tighter.
After a while, I stop the bike near the local market at Boston Harbour.
She hops down, her eyes lighting up instantly, full of pure excitement. “Wow, I’m so excited for shopping.”
“Same here,” I reply with a grin, brushing her hair.
We walk through the busy stalls, hand in hand. She stops at every little shop and tries on earrings, picks up scarves and runs her hands over handmade jewellery.
I watch her hair falling over her face as she bends to check out rings.
I don’t care about the shopping. I don’t care about those things. I just care about the way she looks right now. Happy. Free. No fear of being caught. I wish I could keep her here with me forever.
She picks up a choker and insists that I try it on her. Standing behind her, I clasp it around her throat, and she turns to me with a mischievous smile. “Doesn’t it look like a collar?” She laughs at her own words.
I grab her waist and pull her closer before whispering in her ear, “I can’t wait to make you wear the real collar with my initials engraved on it.”
“I can’t wait to wear it.” She smiles at me.
By the end, we’re both holding bags, laughing like idiots over a stupid hat she forced me to wear for five minutes.
But I’m not done yet.
“Come.” I tug her hand as I guide her down a quieter street.
She looks around curiously, then her eyes widen when she notices the sign. A sex toy store.
Her cheeks flush immediately. “Will…”
I smirk, pulling her inside. “What? We’re here to explore everything Boston Harbour has to offer. And this… is definitely part of it.”
The moment we step in, her eyes go wide at the shelves stacked with toys, vibrators, floggers, ropes, cuffs, and plugs of every shape and size. I feel her grip tighten on my arm as she presses closer to me, her face red but her eyes shining with curiosity.
“I was really looking forward to visiting a sex toy shop with you, Iva. Finally, we’re here.”
She tilts her face up to me and smiles. “You want to do everything with me?”
“Don’t you?” I ask, brushing her jaw with my thumb.
She answers, “Of course I do, but I never thought of visiting here.”
I chuckle, pulling her a little closer. “Your Will is full of surprises.”
“And I love him.”
“I know.” I grab her chin, raising her face until her lips are just under mine, and give her a quick, hard kiss.
“Now,” I whisper against her mouth, “let’s do some shopping.”
We walk slowly through the aisles. She moves from one shelf to another, her fingers brushing over the boxes and leather straps, her eyes wide at every new shape.
I catch her pausing at a display of butt plugs. Her eyes go wider and her lips part as her gaze locks on a huge metal plug at the far end of the row.
“I’m going to use that on you one day,” I murmur behind her, my hand sliding to her lower back.
She bites her lip, still staring at it, then shifts her eyes toward me. “This looks scary… but I’d love to try it.”
A smirk curls at the edge of my mouth. “I know you would.”
We move on. She stops in front of something that makes her gasp. “My God! What is this?”
I glance at it and grin. “A bike with a dildo for the submissive. It’s like a motivation tool to exercise… or a punishment tool if you like it that way.”
She shakes her head in disbelief, eyes still glued to it. “I’m speechless. I didn’t know until now that these kinds of things exist.”
I lean closer. “There are many more things you don’t know about, Professor.”
Her eyes glint with curiosity. “I’m excited to learn about all of them.”
“You’ll. Now you have to tell me, which toy here is turning you on the most?”
She nods in response. “Okay.”
She glances at the shelves, then slowly points at a vibrator wand with a clit sucker attached.
“Nice choice,” I say, already picturing her squirming under it.
We go through the rest of the shop, whispering in each other’s ears, her blush deepening every time I make a comment about how I’d use something on her. Some toys we choose together, different sizes of butt plugs, paddle, vibrators, a leather collar, and clamps. A few, I keep to myself, picking them quietly while she’s distracted, sliding them onto the counter.
She doesn’t even realise.
Because I’m going to surprise her with them later.
And when I do… she’s going to learn a whole new level of surrender.