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Ugh, calling my obsession with her an understatement would be generous.

Leaning into her, I nibble her earlobe. “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

I think she’s about to argue with me, but then she gives me a hard glare. “Of course I was. She was all over you.”

“She wasn’t.” Or maybe I just hadn’t noticed.

Daniela sighs and rolls her eyes. “She’s the classic ‘pick me’ girl, and…she was going after my man. What did you want me to do?”

Hearing her refer to me as “my man” sends a rush of heat through my body. I can feel my cock respond as I reach forwardto cup her butt. “Fuck, that’s it, princess. I like it when you get possessive and say what you want.”

Nyla turns to us, smiling brightly. “Do you both have any particular kinks or fetishes?”

I take the reins on this one. “Yeah, we need something that offers both pleasure and pain.”

“Yes, we do have one that I think will meet your standards.” She steps into a room and returns a minute later with what she calls a Clamp Painsure. “I know most people hear the name and think I made it up, but I assure you, I didn’t. It’s literally the best around here.”

Daniela covers her mouth and whispers, “I’m pretty sure she made the name up.”

The Clamp Painsure—an awful name, to be fair—looks intriguing. It has shackles designed to bind a person’s hands and feet, keeping them at a distance so you can inflict both pain and pleasure. There’s a certain power in handing control over to another person that I find incredibly appealing. Or maybe that’s just me. Either way, it’s all the persuasion I need to get it, along with a few others, including the panty vibrator.

Nyla shows us a little pink vibrator that, to my surprise, feels surprisingly sturdy.

“I want you to go in there and wear it,” I tell Daniela, deliberately avoiding the subtlety our conversation has taken. She gives me a wide-eyed look, unable to believe what I just said, then clamps her mouth shut, knowing I mean it. “Go on in, Daniela. Just put it on and come out. Then we can leave.”

She looks doubtful but heads to the dressing room with Nyla, who artfully helps her put it on. When she emerges, she looks like she hasn’t just worn something that gives me total control over her. Nyla explains its usage, detailing how it can be controlled via Bluetooth or an app on my phone. Right now, both options sound appealing, but since we’re close in proximity,I opt for the Bluetooth connection, though the app stays on my phone in case she steps out of reach.

After connecting it, I catch Daniela shooting me death glares the entire time as we move on to the lingerie section. As we walk, she looks over her shoulder at me and asks, “Can we go get some ice cream after this?”

“Yeah, sure, of course we can get ice cream.” It’s easy to agree with Daniela, even though with what I have planned for her, I’m not sure we’ll reach that point. I turn on the button and watch Daniela’s face contort into a mix of pleasure and surprise. She quickly brings her hands up to hide her expression, but I’ve already seen it all. I reach forward, tearing her palm away and reveling in the sweet innocence reflected in her gorgeous hazel eyes. “Think about how it feels to give up your freedom and control to me, Daniela.”

She shakes her head, a low murmur escaping her lips that edges her on.

“That’s the lowest setting,” I tell her, and she gasps, clutching her heart. “You can’t take the vibrator off until I tell you to, Daniela. And…you can’t come either.”

“How…how do you want…me to…ahh…ohh, fuck!”

I would have burst out laughing at her halting words if I weren’t so damned turned on by her too. With each increase in pleasure, her words become slurred, her breath quickening. Every now and then, Daniela pauses to grind her thighs together, trying to balance the pleasure even though she knows I have all the power now. “We should leave, princess.”

She nods quickly, biting her lip to stifle a moan. “Yeah, we definitely need to leave. As in, right about fucking now.”

Outside, the evening air is thick with anticipation. The sky is a somber gray, and it’s as if rain might come crashing down any minute, but the encroaching darkness makes it feel more like a secret adventure. People weave in and out along the sidewalk,oblivious to the charged atmosphere between us as we steady ourselves outside. Daniela turns to me, breathless. “The car isn’t here?”

“It’s around the back, somewhere.”

She rolls her eyes, and I can feel her tension as I increase the vibrator’s pace. Her groan escapes in a rush of breath. “Remo, you’re killing me. I need to come…please.”

“No, not now.”

“Then where’s the bloody car?” she yells, frustration and desire mixing in her voice. “You know where the car is, Remo. They work for you. And knowing you, there’s no way in hell you wouldn’t know…fuck…please…oh, that feels so good.”

“Keep walking.” I brush light kisses up her arm, guiding her away from the shop. “Walk in front of me, princess.”

Her breaths quicken, but she hurries to the front as best as she can. “I thought you said you were protecting me, Remo. Staying in front of you doesn’t seem much like protection.”

A smile creeps onto my face at her words. “Don’t worry about that. It’s not like we’re walking alone. I’ve got people all around, watching you.”

She stops and spins to face me, placing a hand on my chest. “So, essentially, they’re going to watch you pleasure me?”