Damn.
My pants felt tight, blood rushing south just from her gaze and the way she carried herself. My mind raced. This woman was clearly dangerous, a top-tier Succubus. But look at her—clothes that hid almost nothing, that challenging smile, and the blatant level of desire displayed in my [Eye of Desire].
She started this. She was the one who seed so turned on, maybe even a little desperate for attention. This was probably just a ga to her. And if things turned dangerous, I always had [Ti Stop] and [Mind Control] up my sleeve. It was a risk, but the temptation to play with fire was too intense to ignore.
Gathering my nerve, I stepped closer to her wooden counter. A mischievous grin played on my lips.
"You asked what I was imagining?" I said, deliberately lowering my voice to a husky whisper. "I was imagining pinning you against this very table, pushing those red hotpants down your thighs, and using one of the vibrators from that shelf to make you moan before I pound your pussy hard."
Yumi gasped, her eyes widening. The blush on her olive skin deepened to a fiery red.
I continued, growing more brazen, "Then I’d turn you around, squeeze your big, firm ass while forcing one of those large dildos into your mouth. I’d make you my plaything. I want to hear your squeaky voice when you can’t tell your cries of pain from your moans of pleasure."
"Y-you..." she stamred, her breath starting to quicken.
"And these perky breasts of yours," I hissed, leaning in until my face was inches from hers. "I want to bite your hard nipples right through that tank top, feel them stiffen in my mouth before I pull the fabric down and suck on them like a starving baby. I want to watch them bounce wildly while I ride you hard on the floor of this shop."
Yumi let out a long, shuddering sigh, her hands trembling as they gripped the edge of the counter. "You...you have no sha..."
"No sha?" I smirked. "You’re the one standing here half-naked, teasing like so desperate hooker. Don’t pretend to be a pure maiden now. I know you love this. I can see it in the way you’re biting your lower lip, the way your thighs are tightening, the hungry look in your eyes."
I held her gaze before asking the final question, "So, after all those dirty words and vulgar images... are you interested in now, miss?"
Yumi was silent for a mont, her breath still ragged. Then, a mischievous smile spread across her lips, deeper and more aningful than before.
"Listen, honey," she whispered, her voice husky and full of promise. "In my long life, many n have looked, many have desired. But none... not a single one... has had the guts or the filthy imagination to say those words right to my face."
She leaned in, until her face was just an inch from mine, her scent filling my senses.
"And yes," she breathed, like a deadly secret, "I like it. A lot."
Yumi, with that wicked smile, closed the distance. Her warm hand boldly cupped my crotch, pressing against the hard bulge tenting my pants.
"So why wait?" she whispered, her warm breath tickling my ear. "You’ve painted a clear picture, and I... oh, I’m already soaked because of it. Why don’t we just do it right here, on this floor, just like you said?"
The sensation of her touch almost made lose control. But I held back, trying to maintain so semblance of control in this dangerous ga.
"Patience, Miss," I said, catching her mischievous hand and moving it away from my throbbing crotch. "As the shopkeeper, shouldn’t you help pick out so... equipnt first? I want to buy a few toys we can try out together later."
Yumi’s eyes sparkled. The temptation to play with a custor was clearly more exciting to her than just a quick romp.
"Gladly!" she purred, grabbing my hand and pulling through the dimly lit aisles of the shop. "Let’s start with the classics."
She stopped in front of a shelf filled with chains and cuffs of various sizes and materials. "These fur-lined cuffs are soft for beginners," she said, holding up a pair, "But I think you’re more suited for these."
Her hand moved to a pair of heavy tal cuffs that felt cool to the touch. "Feel that cold tal against your wrists as you’re restrained, helpless... or when I’m wearing them and you’re holding the key."
"The tal does feel more convincing," I said, hefting the cuffs. "But I’d prefer them on you while you’re on your knees."
Yumi let out a pleased sigh. "Now, for sothing with more... bite."
She led to another rack filled with strange devices. Skillfully, she picked up a pair of tal nipple clamps adorned with small pearls. "You can adjust the pressure. Imagine wearing these while you’re inside , tugging on this chain."
She didn’t give ti to respond, pulling to the next area filled with shibari ropes in various colors and textures.
"And this," she said, her eyes gleaming, "is my favorite art form. With these ropes, I can wrap you up like a present, highlighting every curve... or you can tie up until I can’t escape, becoming your lust-filled doll. Which one do you want to be?"
"I like the purple one," I said, touching a silken rope. "But I’d rather see it wrapped tight around your waist, pulling your wrists behind your back while you beg for more."
We arrived at a shelf displaying various anal plugs. Yumi picked up one with a cute fox tail attached.
"Cute, right?" she teased, swinging the tail playfully near her backside.
"I think you’d look more captivating with a black cat tail," I countered. "But for you, maybe we need sothing more... filling."
My hand reached for a large tal plug with gradually smaller beads. "You’d feel every single bead going in by one, wouldn’t you?"
Yumi gasped, her hand instinctively grabbing her own hip. "You... you really have a wild imagination."
Our journey continued to a display of black rubber gags. "To muffle the sounds... or enhance them, depending on on how you use it," she whispered.
"I’d rather hear your voice," I said, putting the ball gag back. "But maybe you can wear it later if your moans get too loud."
We were truly two of a kind.
We both laughed, the atmosphere growing hotter. I didn’t need to worry about money, with my [Mind Control] skill, getting cash from a few rich folks in the city was easy.
Finally, after selecting a mountain of sex toys, we returned to the checkout counter. Yumi looked at the pile with gleaming eyes.
"You... you’re serious about all this?" she asked, amazed.
"Absolutely," I replied casually. "But there’s one condition." I leaned in, staring into her lust-filled eyes. "We test everything... right now. You’re a good shopkeeper, aren’t you? Surely you’d help test these products before I buy, so I know if they’re good quality or not?"
Yumi smiled, a smile full of aning and promise.
"As a good shopkeeper," she whispered, starting to unbutton my shirt, "It’s my duty to perform my job... wholeheartedly."
Reviews
All reviews (0)