Red Reaper - Soldiers of Fortune [book one]

Chapter FORTY FOUR

Lucky O'Cléirigh

The southside sex-shop is dimly lit in a low and sensual red light, while the walls are lined in leather and chains, silk and studs.. The atmosphere is sexy and dangerous, as if something dark and dirty might happen at any moment and I wish with all my might that it would..

Every kind of kinky toy imaginable and many that I had never even known existed can be found on the neatly stacked shelves, tempting my curiosity.. As we step inside I am transported to another world, one I have wondered about for so long but never felt brave enough to explore on my own.. But with Konstantin by my side, I don't feel so lost.. Instead I consider him my guide to navigate through the aisles of sexual mystery..

The very first thing that catches my eye is an uncannily lifelike replica of an enormous cock, painted a peachy plastic pink, circumcised in style with unnervingly realistic thick bluish veins.. "Oh my god!" I giggle into my hands in juvenile embarrassment as Konstantin smirks down at me, the slyest of smiles pinching his cheeks and the warmest amusement glinting in his melting macchiato gaze..

"You like his better than mine?" He hums teasingly as I reach out to flick the end of the silicone dick, testing it's density, astounded by its magnitude and terrified of the prospect of such a monster being put anywhere near my pussy..

"Don't be ridiculous, Bear!" I smile surely over my shoulder at him.. "Yours is perfect.."

"Ah, Kiska.." He shakes his head with a lighthearted scoff, playful in essence.. "You look so fucking beautiful when you lie.."

Turning back around to press up onto my tiptoes I encourage him to lean closer before planting a severe kiss on his lips as I let my hand wander down over the front of his suit-pants.. "I'd never lie about that, Konstantin.."

He takes my wrist in a firm grip, bringing my hand to his mouth where he kisses each fingertip.. "Pretty Kitty.. You wish for somebody to see uz?"

I giggle, glancing back down towards the store register where a tattooed goth girl plays on her phone.. "I know how you enjoy an audience is all.."

"Bah.. You fucking love to tease me.." He waves a hand at me and adjusts his masculinity with an entertained grin and the shake of his head..

Together we wander up the aisle into a section filled with restraints of all kinds and my curiosity compounds as I reach for a shiny silver pair of police-style handcuffs..

I used to wonder about Brody's cuffs and whether he wanted to use them on me.. He never said anything about it, but I sure enjoyed the fantasy.. "Do you like these?" I turn to The Russian, hoping for him to answer 'yes'..

He frowns at the cuffs for a few moments before he reaches over my head to retrieve a softer leather set that is lined in red silk with pretty silver buckles.. "I prefer thiz.. I do not enjoy the sight ov' bruises.."