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5/31/2019

Episode Thirty: Toy Store

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Episode Thirty: Toy Store

Demetri lived only a short walk to the Brooklyn Bridge. Alice took all the leftovers home with her when she went back to the apartment. I was too keyed up from the long day to settle down, so we decided to walk along the pathways by the water.

It was a beautiful, but cold night. The sky was clear, and the paths were free of ice, but there was still snow on the grass. Edward and I walked arm in arm, the wind off the water making my lips sting.

“Where shall we go on our snow trip?” He asked.

“I don't know. I don't really want to ski. It scares me, to be honest,” I told him. “You can if you want to. I'd love to take pictures of mountains though. Maybe we could go hike.” I shook my head. “I don't know. I mainly want to be with you. Why don't you just surprise me?” I teased.

"I could do that. That could be fun," he said thoughtfully. "Yeah. Okay. I can plan the perfect romantic weekend away for us."

“I don't mean for you to do all the work. I was joking.”

“No, it's not working. It gives me something nice to plan out. It'll give me something to look forward to when I have to be away from you again.” He rubbed a gloved hand over my face.

"I'd want to put money towards that," I commented.

He shook his head. “No. I got it.”

“That's not fair.”

“Alright. Then you can pay for the next weekend trip. You plan it out and make it a surprise. Then it'll be fair.”

“I'm going to hold you to that,” I said seriously.

“Good. I hope you do. What do you think? Again in January or shall we have a quick trip before I go to Sydney in mid-February?” He asked. “Spring seems like such a long time to wait for another little trip.”

“We'll have to look at your schedule.”

He shook his head again. "How about you figure out a date, and I'll make the time."

I smiled at the idea of it. "Alright. Let me do some research then, on what I want to do exactly. I want to make it a good trip."

“Research? Sounds exciting,” he grinned. “I want you to know I'm going to take out all the stops. And bring your passport, just in case.”

"Oh, Canada could be fun," I said thoughtfully. "You know, if you bought yours, we could go to the Falls. You could probably make a video about it."

“That is something to consider.” Edward stopped walking as the glass-encased merry-go-round came into view just under the glowing Brooklyn Bridge, the Freedom tower just behind it. “This view is stunning.”

"I like taking pictures here," I agreed with him. I had taken pictures all over Brooklyn and especially Dumbo at that point since Demetri, and I often went walking around his home.

“I've never gotten to do much in New York besides work. I'm glad I can explore with you. I feel I might have the best guide. I want you to show me all your favorite spots.”

“I'm not sure how much you'd enjoy that. Some are kind of out there. And so weird,” I told him honestly. “It's not the normal tourist stuff.”

“Good.” He hugged me.

“Sunday then. Why don't I take you to a couple of places that I really like?” I asked him. “We'll have to rent a car. It's just easier that way.”

“Sounds great.” He was holding me very close, his face looking down into mine.

“What do you want to do tomorrow? You really haven't said anything,” I asked. “I want your birthday to be perfect.”

“I really really really just want to stay in bed with you. Like, for reals though. All day." He pressed a little kiss on my cold nose. "And be naughty."

I laughed, “there is one place we could go then.”

"Where?" He asked, innocently.

“A toy store.”

“A toy store on Black Friday? Why? Wouldn't it be very busy?” He asked, obviously confused. It had been a long day after all.

“Stop and think for a moment.” I looked at him in the eyes and gave him a second to think his response through again.

"Oh. Right. Adult. An adult toy store. I am a naive boob." He shook his head, angrily at himself. "Wait, do you mean it?"

I gave him a funny look. “Why wouldn't I?”

He rolled his eyes, mostly at himself. “I don't know. I just said I was a naive boob, Bella.”

“I guess if you don't want to, we could always order stuff online and have it shipped but we wouldn't get to play with it tomorrow,” I offered instead.

He bit his lip for a moment. “What would you like to get?”

I shrugged. “Anything you'd like. I don't have anything right now. And tomorrow we can do whatever you want with it.”

“Whatever, eh?” He asked in a silky voice.

“Whatever you want,” I promised him.

“Ooo… That feels dangerous. I don't even know where to begin,” he admitted gleefully.

“Do you need some ideas?” I asked sweetly.

Edward held my cheek in his palm. He almost seemed worried. “I just don't want to do something you don't like.”

“Alice once printed out this fun crazy long BDSM list of things that you could put if you were into it or not. Yes, no. Maybe. Done it, hadn't done it. Everything from kissing to extreme fetishes. I feel like I need to just fill that out and give it to you for some light reading.”

His face lit up. “Yes, please. That would be very handy. I'll take any printed manuals I can get.”

I laughed at his stupid comment. “Why don't we do something you've never done before? Is there anything you've wanted to do? Any position? Any toys? Anything you want me to wear? We can do those pictures we were talking about.”

"I think I'd like to think about that for a little while before I answer. But I would like to go to the store with you. We should, at the very least, find something to keep you company while we're not together," he said in a flirty tone as he leaned in to kiss me.

It was my turn to bite my lip when he pulled away. “I haven't had anything like that in a while. I don't even know what I'd want.”

"We could get a few different options and test which one is the best," Edward offered.

“These rating videos are getting out of control,” I teased.

“We've done the lube. Now the vibrators. Whatever will we do next?” He joked playfully in his video voice.

I giggled, hugging myself to his side with his arm draped over my shoulder. We caught a cab back my apartment to get my things and went back to his hotel for the night.

We slept in a little in the morning. Edward ordered an elaborate breakfast spread from room service. He had brought several cannabis oil vape pens with him just in case he couldn't sleep, but he hadn't needed them yet. I was not sure how much he thought he was going to use, nor was I going to ask how he got them through the airport security. He let me pick one from his selection, and we snuggled back into bed while we waited for it to arrive while we watched a movie on Netflix.

The meal arrived under silver domes filled with bacon, sausage, waffles, fruit, and orange juice. We still had the unopened champagne from the other night in the small fridge, so we made ourselves mimosas.

Once breakfast was done, we washed up and got ready to brave the city for a short while. It was colder than it had been the day before, and the streets were filled with people. Edward was clearly struggling with the weather.

“Let's order you some better winter clothes online and have it overnighted,” I suggested as I watched his teeth chatter.

“I'm just a p-p-pussy,” he said through his teeth.

“You just need some thermal stuff. You're in LA winter clothes, not New York winter clothes. You'll need some stuff for the trip anyway,” I told him, a little amused.

“I didn't realize there was such a difference. And, yes. I realize how dumb that is now. I'm sorry, I was born in the heat. I'm good at hot. I understand it. I don't understand this. It's actually hard to think.”

“You did just vaped a bunch of strong weed and had a half bottle of liquor. It could have something to do with that,” I pointed out with a smirk.

He whispered, “I'm not that high. How can you be so relaxed with these temperatures?”

“Seriously, baby. Thermals. It's hot in Texas, too. You get used to it though after a while. Come on, we're almost there.” I tugged him toward the store.

When we got to the place Edward joyfully got one of the hand baskets, making me laugh at his giddiness. It was a massive store with tons of shelves of toys, shoes, clothes, and movies.

“I've never known what to get,” I admitted to him. “Vibrator wise.” I looked through a rack of corsets sets. “What's your favorite color?”

"Blue. Or red. Purple." He shrugged. Edward brought up a tight-waisted under the bust corset that was a dark purple with black ribbing. "Wow. That looks painful."

“It's not supposed to be on long.”

“Yes, true.” He put it back with a little face.

“Do you see something you like?”

“I'm feeling very shy, suddenly,” he said as he took a deep breath through his nose, looking at me with a little smile and big green innocent eyes.

“I want you to pick something for me,” I said in a soft, silky, voice. “Anything. Really. I just want to see. Costumes, kinky, weird. Basic as fuck. I don't care.”

“I don't know where to start,” he whispered again.

“Look around. We have all day,” I assured him with a soft smile. “It doesn't have to be any of this. It can be stockings or shoes. A collar. A funny hat, perhaps?”

He chuckled, “no. No hats, I think.”

I walked to the wall of pantie hose. I picked out a basic pair of thigh highs, black with a black satin bow, and put it in the basket. I knew I just needed something to get him started.

Edward considered something for a moment before he pulled a pair of opaque white ones with a lacy top of the same size and put them in as well. His expression made me giggle. He looked too pleased.

“I like the red and white striped for Christmas,” I pointed out with a giggle. They had little green bows on them. Edward grabbed them as well and tossed them in.

“Wait! You don't have to grab everything I point out,” I laughed.

“No, I like them, too.”

“Then at least get the right size,” I snorted.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” he chuckled, putting them back and looking for the right one. He leaned forward. “I might like taking pictures of you in these,” he whispered into my ear.

“We should look for stuff to match,” I suggested. “Maybe silky green, like the bow. It’s very Christmassy.”

“Yes, I like that idea,” he agreed.

We went to search through the racks for the right outfit to go with the stockings when his phone began to ring.

"Christ, no," he muttered as he took it out of his pocket. "Sorry, I have to, or she won't stop," he said to me as he began to turn bright red. "Hello, Mum. You're up early today."

“Oh, no...” I cackled at his uncomfortable expression on his face. He was fully expecting to talk to his parents later in the evening.

We walked over to the shoe section where there was hardly anyone around. It was too cold and loud for him to talk outside.

"Thank you. No. Yes, I know. I don't suppose I can call you back?" He asked frowning. He then rolled his eyes and plopped down into one of the chairs. I snickered, going to look at the outrageously high heels. "I see. No. I'm in New York this week. Yes. Yes, I did tell you. No. No, Mum, I did. I swear, I did tell you. No, I'm not working. No, I told you I was taking a vacation for my birthday. Yes. With my girlfriend. Yes, I've told you about her. Yes. Yes. No. No, Mum. Mum, I did. Mother!” Edward snapped as I pulled out a high pair of black shiny faux leather heels with a silver buckle on them. They were five inches tall.

I sat beside him, tugging off my boots to try on my shoes. He had his hand over his eyes.

"It's not my fault you don't listen to me when I speak. Okay. No. Yeah, Mum. Obviously, I'm busy if I asked to call you back, but you ignored me. I- I-... ugh, Mum. Please? I really can't talk. I'm shopping. Shoe shopping. No. Not for me."

I put on both heels and stood up to my new height. “Oh, I'm almost tall.”

“No, darling, you're not,” he smirked at me and winked. Edward rolled his eyes again at the phone. “I was talking to Bella. My girlfriend. Yes, I have. She's trying on shoes. If she wants them. Actually. No, actually. She-. Bella is American. She's from Texas. I'll send you a picture later. Nana's spoken to her. No. Of course on the phone, you daft koala.”

“You daft koala,” I laughed as I walked around, trying to see if I could walk in the shoes. I could. Somehow. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

He pulled the phone away from his mouth and covered the speaker. “You're not helping, first off. Second, the only woman I'm kissing with this mouth today is-” He brought the phone back to his ear. “No, Mum. Yeah. Why don't you put Dad on the phone so I can say hello to him before you have to go?”

I put the shoes back in the box and Edward slid it into the basket without a word.

“Hi, Pops. How are you? That's good! I'm very well. Thank you. Oh, thank you! I am having a very good day. Me and my girl are out in Manhattan. We're probably going to spend the evening in. I need a break. Yeah, she's the best. Alright, Dad. No, don't give me back to her. She's fucking nuts,” he laughed. “I'll talk to you later. I love you both. Bye.”

He threw his head back, covering both of his eyes.

“Okay there, cowboy?” I teased, putting my boots back on.

"I swear to Christ, one day she's going to make me insane. It's like seven in the morning there, and she's arguing with me like a bloody lunatic. I am so glad I am on another continent right now."

“She does have great timing,” I teased.

“Right?!” He stood up. “Okay. Let's try this again, shall we? Those shoes are perfect. How can you walk in them?”

“Practice. I intended not to wear those for very long either.”

We went back through women's lingerie. With his hand on my back, we looked through the lace, silk, and satin until he found a taffeta green bone corset embroidered with silver swirls that he liked.

“Are you sure you don't want a hat?” I pointed to the Santa hats jokingly.

“Perhaps a bow,” he teased back as we finally moved to the toys. I picked up a satiny red collar from its hook to look at it. “Or, that.”

I put it into the basket while maintaining eye contact with him. “I know you enjoyed spanking me. Are you into BDSM?”

He visibly swallowed. “I'm not really experienced.”

“That's not what I asked.” I looked over the paddles, bondage gear, and ball gags. “Have you tried anything else?”

“Tying up and blindfolding. I realize it's not really hardcore,” he whispered.

“Not everything about BDSM is hardcore. It's not like I'd expect you to have hogtied and hung someone in a gimp suit from the ceiling while hitting them with a cane and calling them dirty names.”

“That is so specific it's concerning,” he joked.

“I've never hung anyone from the ceiling or even seen a gimp suit in person,” I promised him. “I've definitely done some hitting and name calling though.” I pulled down a riding crop and smacked it into my hand. I raised an eyebrow in his direction.

Edward took it from my hand and put it in the basket.

I laughed loudly, “ah. No. Not that one. It has a rubber end. You don't start with that." I put it back and got one made out of softer leather. There was also one that was pink and had a star at the end. "I'm the BDSM fairy, and I'm here to fuck you up right." I tapped the star end in my hand. Edward laughed.

“Kinky Godmother.”

“Bip-di bop-pi-di bondage, baby.”

He picked out a kit with all sorts of beginner stuff for us to play with. We also got some more lube and a couple of fun lotions and creams that were supposed to make things tingle.

Then we got to the vibrator section. I knew more about what I didn't like than what I did.

“I've heard good things about this kind,” I pointed out one of the wand style vibrators. He put it in our already full basket. “Seriously, stop just grabbing.”

"Why not?" He grinned. "It's my birthday, and I can buy whatever I want."

“Though that is true, you're just having fun picking out all the dirty things now. Look how much junk we have,” I whispered to him.

Edward looked down at me happily. “I fail to see a problem here. We said we’d test them out tonight and see what you like best. We can't do that if we don't have a wide selection. You need choices.”

I laughed, “I was joking about that part.”

“Well, I'm not,” he said into my ear.

One of the ladies that worked there came up to us. She had big pink hair and a nose ring. She was super cute. “Hi. Can I help you with anything?”

“Actually yes,” Eddie said in his more professional voice. “What are your best selling toys for women's pleasure? Top five.” I could have died there. I couldn’t imagine my face. He was so loud. Purposely so.

"Well, if you're interested in this style, I would recommend this brand right here. It's a little bit cheaper, and it also has a spot for regular batteries, and it's USB rechargeable. It's one of our top selling." She showed him the box. He put the other back quietly and grabbed her other suggestion. He then proceeded to buy the other four she suggested as well.

He just kept shoving little things into the small hand basket until it was overflowing. The sales girl took it from him so he could go pay for it.

I decided to live in blissful ignorance of the cost of his shopping spree and went to glance through the shoes again. I didn't need to know how much money was going into my vagina.

The sun was already going down by the time we got back to the hotel. It wasn't even five in the afternoon yet. We stopped off at a drug store for batteries, a couple of bottles of wine, and candy. Because there was nothing, you needed more after a wild night of drunken sex than sugar.

We had so many thick plain brown bags in our arms. At least we didn't stand out amongst the shoppers starting to thin out as it got colder and darker outside. The low was going to be in the teens, and it was going to get windier.

His phone rang just as we got into the room.

"Oh, it's my Gran," he looked at the name on the screen. She wanted to Facetime with him.

“I'm going to get freshened up,” I offered as we put all the bags on the table. I searched through them to find the things I needed.

“Hello there you, gorgeous woman!” He said with a shit eating grin into the phone.

“There is my beautiful baby on his birthday!” The older woman said very loudly. And then she sang him a happy birthday.

I could have cried. It was the sweetest thing. He looked so happy. I loved watching him.

Edward put his hand over his heart. “Thank you so much!”

“Have you spoken to everyone today?”

"Mum called. The girls sent me lovely messages. And I talked to Nana last night, but you were the only one to sing me a happy birthday. They all tried, and I told them no. Only Grandma Jane can do it right, I told them all," he said in his performer's voice again, but it was adorable. He clearly made her very happy.

I slipped into the bathroom.

First, I changed into the corset, panties, and stockings. They were a little silly but fun. Then I decided to do my makeup to match since he wanted pictures. Green eyeshadow and bright red lips seemed like a good idea. At the drugstore, I got a small Christmas bow themed choker. We would save the collar for later. I wrapped up in a robe and came out of the bathroom to find him still talking to his grandparents. He sat on the edge of the bed, his coat and boots off.

“So, what does she look like?” I heard an older male voice ask.

Edward looked up at me and smiled. “Well, she's very petite. A tiny thing and right fit. Very fit. She's got the longest, curliest, black hair that goes all the way to her bum. And her eyes are the most amazing thing. She's got one blue eye and one brown. It's bewitching.”

“She does sound enchanting. I can't wait to meet her. She getting ready for your hot date?” The man teased his grandson.
Edward chuckled at his choice of words. “She is. She's just got out the ladies, in fact.”

I sat on the bed beside him, clutching the robe tightly, and he pointed the phone towards my face. “Hi,” I said quietly and pleasantly like I wasn't wearing lingerie for his sweet grandson. Like I wasn't about to bang their prized baby boy hard into the mattress all night long.

“Would you look at that! Your eyes really are different colors. Your bird is quite the looker!” He said charmingly. “How are you doing, doll face?”

“Oi, old man. Don't flirt with my lady,” he teased in a funny accent with a laugh in his tone.

“When I have your grandmother? Never.” He was looking too closely to the camera. Oh, he was a ham just like his grandson.

“I love you,” Edward grinned at the old man. “I can't wait to see you again in February.”

“I love you too, darling boy. Is she coming?” The older man that looked a lot like Edward nodded his head towards me. He had the same square jaw, but he had dark gray hair. He was a handsome man still.

“Shh... I've not asked her yet,” he whispered loudly. “I was going to ask her at Christmas. I was going to ply her with presents before I asked her to go visit the insane asylum with us. ”

"Oops, oh, dear. Would you look at the time? I have nothing to do. Your aunts send their love. Have a good birthday!" He said before he hung up on his grandson. Edward looked from side to side, his mouth agape at the abrupt ending.

“You bastard,” he laughed as he put his phone on the end table with a little toss. Edward glanced over. “Okay. Well, then. Would you like to go with me to Australia?”

I didn't even really think about it.

“Yes, I would.”

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