The start of my day consisted of both Jessica and I trying to figure out what to make for breakfast until we settled on some homemade french toast. It took two minutes till they were done before I could hear footsteps treading down the stairs, and the sizzle from the stove was drowned away by my body being painfully aware that he'd walked into the kitchen.

My wrist flicked, flipping the bread coated in an egg mixture onto the other side and turned my head over my shoulder to find those same entrapping emerald green eyes already on me.

He looked the same as he always does in the mornings- bare chested, hips hugged by the pair of grey sweatpants I gave him last night which are about an inch or two too low under his happy trail, the features on his face slack with sleep and still somehow managing to look effortlessly entrancing- but even then, I noticed something was wrong, off about him.

And as he walked right over to the coffee pot filled with freshly made, piping hot coffee my body gravitated towards him. After flicking my gaze over to Jessica to make sure she wasn't looking, my free hand that wasn't holding the spatula circled around his waist. I asked if he wanted any french toast and he politely declined, shooting me a tired smile and I gave his hip a reassuring squeeze before he filled his white porcelain mug with black coffee and made his way back upstairs.

I shook my head, pressing my eyes closed and pushed all of my worried thoughts to the back of my mind.

And after eating I went back home, unintentionally letting my mind evoke just about every reason why he seemed so detached this morning and impulsively dialed his number, telling him I have something I planned for us today.

I thought that when I was going to pick him up he'd still endure the desolation of being lost in his head. And even though right when he saw me he didn't hesitate to give me that charismatic smirk of his, eyeing me up and down as if he was undressing me with his eyes, I could still see through them- I knew he was still suffering.

And after we had gotten into my car I unhesitatingly rolled down some of the windows since it had occurred to me that the reason he must do that is because he doesn't like to be in confined spaces because of his childhood. When he realized what I was doing he promptly leaned over the center console to kiss me slowly, savoring the moment, and I knew that my small gesture had meant so much more to him than I initially realized.

I wondered if his mother was doing okay, I hoped she was safe and that they came back to each other soon because I could see the pain the distance was causing him. I had this strong inclination to ask him about it, but I didn't want to pry and it was obvious that Mason wasn't in the mood to talk about it either.

But that's okay, because today I wanted to distract him from all of that.

I knew just the way how and I've been shitting bricks over it since I decided to see it through.

He had asked me numerous times where we were going and I gave him the same short answer I'd given the first time he'd asked, 'You'll see'

I could feel his eyes on me as I drove and when the palm of his hand reached over to rest on top of my thigh all the inflated nerves speeding through my body had shrivelled.

He peered through the passenger door's clear glass window as I parked, trying to mentally connect the dots and I reminded myself to take a deep breath when my feet stepped out of my car and onto the concrete.

Mason follows behind me and as we walk up to the building I feel his large hand encircle around my wrist, pulling me back until my chest collides with his. He slides his hand off my wrist and down onto my waist, gripping me tighter against him while his one free hand picks up my chin, lifting it higher in order for me to see his narrowed, dark and intrigued gaze.

"What are you up to?" He asks me, watching my face, trying to solve the mystery behind my actions and I give him a nonchalant shrug, forcing my body closer to his so that the tip of his nose brushes against mine.

"I don't know what you mean."

His lips go up, creating that sinful devilish smirk of his that always finds a way to moisten that area down in between my legs.

"Why did you bring me here?"

My tongue unconsciously sweeps over my bottom lip and his eyes dart down to it, flicking from my mouth to my softened eyes right before he lets out a pleased hum, his face inching closer.

I know if I tell him anything less than the truth he'd be able to read past my bullshit in seconds so if I'm going to do this I might as well own it.

"You seemed like you needed a distraction today." I begin, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring him so close to me his top lip momentarily brushes against my own. I look into his hungry, crazed eyes, "And what's a better distraction than sex? I want to take your mind off of it, Mason."

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I focus on the curves of the pink plump mouth right in front of mine. His haunting green eyes blown dark at my words and I lift myself up a bit higher and pull him down lower so my lip is right below his ear.

"So let me." I whisper to him, my voice breathier and a low, deep hum vibrates from the back of his throat and nearly turns me into a puddle on the ground.

I pull myself back only a little so I'm able to see his face and I watch him as his fingertips drag over slightly along my lips, taunting me to the fullest extent. His forehead presses against my own and he lingers it there for a few moments before slowly ducking his head down, the tip of his nose following the lazy trail onto my skin from my cheek all the way to the shell of my ear.

He grumbles, "The things I'm going to do to you..." My insides clench and he straightens his body up, lifting my chin once again to meet his eyes. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

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It's been ten minutes.

Ten whole minutes with Mason trying to explain the foreign objects right before my eyes. I still can't believe there was a part of me that actually believed I could successfully pull this off. All it took was for me to come face to face with the wall of multicolored vibrators with not only a variety of sizes but capabilities for me to realize just how wrong I was.

And then there was Mason.

He knew what everything in the store was while also explaining all the different types of pleasures they're able to offer and the whole time I watched, my mind ran wild on how many women he'd used all the things in the store with.

As much as I hate to admit it, I didn't even bother to hide the unamused look on my face while he went on. He caught on quickly, wrapping me into his arms to press kisses on my neck and whisper in my ear how much he likes my innocence and how he can't wait to ruin it. My response to that was a quick playful smack on his shoulder, breaking our embrace and ignoring the chuckled laughs falling from his lips.

His hands currently rest right below the fabric of my shirt, fingertips brushing along the bare skin on my back as his eyes look over the products in front of us.

"Oooh," I say, picking up the black silicone product and bringing it closer to me, "Prostate massager."

"Put it down, Isabelle." He demands, his voice firm leaving no room for arguments and I stifle a laugh, putting the object back on the shelf.

A few minutes pass and another item catches my eye. My hands turn over the packaging in front of me, eyes squinting, roaming over the string of blue beads as I try to guess what exactly it's for.

"What's this?" I ask him and he turns his head away from the wall and over to what's in my hands.

"Anal beads." My eyes pop out, brows nearly shooting off my head which earns me a crooked little smirk that curls at the corners of his lips, "Curious?"

There's this uncontrollable pulse between my legs at the thought of it. But still, I shake my head, feeling my cheeks irrepressibly redding from being too fascinated by the idea than I care to admit.

"No. Nothing is going in my ass." I tell him, and from the way he's eyeing me I can tell he isn't convinced so I cave, my voice leaving my throat in a small mutter, "Not yet anyways."

Something flashes in his eyes and I get the sense that he's imagining what it would be like with me. Naked, hot and sweaty, bending at his will for him to take me with no restrictions, sodomizing me in the way I know he wants to.

I would love to see everything he'd like to do to me, compile it onto a list of some sort just to get a peak of his wildest, roughest fantasies of me. I have this spark of curiosity thinking about it. I'm sure he'd have to ease me into some ideas, and if I were even the slightest bit uncomfortable with some I indubitably know that Mason wouldn't want to proceed with it..

He leans his head down, planting a single kiss on the top of my nose and my face unwittingly scrunches up, a smile breaking free from my lips while his hand lingers under my shirt, brushing my skin.

"Why don't we make things interesting." I begin after an idea pops into my head, "We should look around the store on our own and buy things to use on one another. I can't decide what to get with you looking over my shoulder."

He looks at me, both enticed and intrigued by my words, "Give me a number."

"Three."

He objects, "Five."

"Four." I defy his appeal and after a little back and forth bickering he finally agrees.

I don't think he realizes that the number we choose is going to double- or maybe he does know and he just wants more things to fuck me with. Either way, we'll have more time for that later.

I stroll around the store, taking my time to look at things and read the offered descriptions on some of the packaging. I make a mental note to try and make it seem like I'm not completely losing my mind with all the possibilities on what exactly Mason could buy.

Thankfully, I know he isn't going to just throw me into the pool of his sexual desires without at least letting me dip my toe in at least.

My feet come to a halt when I see a rack with flavored condoms, dick shaped lollipops and edible different flavored thongs. I notice something in particular that's hung beside each of those items, but I can't tell what it is.

I pick it up, inspecting the unfamiliar round silicone object while my mind attempts to make sense of it. My eyes dart around the store, trying to find the one man I know that would undoubtedly know what it is, but can't seem to find him.

I turn it over in my hands and before I know what I'm doing I absentmindedly put my hand through it, wearing it on my wrist and shaking my head, knowing that this isn't right.

"Need help with that cock ring?"

A voice startles me, eyes blowing from what I just heard as I look up to find a man staring at me, a single eyebrow quirked up while he trails his gaze from my wrist to my face. When he takes me in his pupils seem to blow out just as wide as mine and a nervous smile releases from my lips.

His hand rakes through his chestnut blond hair, clearing his throat right when those blue eyes of his make contact with mine. He's dressed in casual all black apparel, one thing that catches my attention is the plastic engraved name tag clipped onto the fabric of his shirt that reads, Jaime.

"Oh uh, I uh- No. No, thank you." I stutter, looking down at my wrist and wanting the floor to swallow me whole for my idiotic assumptions.

He laughs, "First time in here?"

I nod my head, feeling the apples of my cheeks burning from both redness and embarrassment. I quickly use my other hand to grab onto the ring and pull it from my wrist but I find that it's harder to take off than it was to put on.

I sigh, "What gave it away? The fact that I've been here for more than twenty minutes now and haven't picked up a single thing or that I put on a cock ring like it was a bracelet?" A smile returns on his lips, chest briefly bouncing from the laughs coming out from his mouth and I shake my head again, feeling ashamed.

"Here, let me help you." He insists and I hesitantly lift my arm up to his hands.

"I'm so sorry, I have no idea what I'm doing." I admit as I watch his fingers try to pull the ring off.

He lifts his head up for a split second to shoot me a reassuring grin, "It's alright, most of the people that come in here have no idea what they're doing."

I awkwardly nod along once more, a gush of air leaving my mouth while giving him a no teeth smile and praying to the Gods that my humiliation ends soon.

While my mind wanders on how epically pathetic I must look I can't help but reel in Aiden's harsh words towards me from when he went on about how inexperienced I am compared to Mason. Oh, if he could see me now.

He would be having a fucking field day over this.

I scrap that thought from my mind, opening my mouth again to try and make conversion to the man strenuously trying to take the cock ring off my wrist, "That must make for an entertaining occupation."

He flicks his eyes toward me before going back down, "It has its moments."

I'm sure it does.

"And on that scale of moments where does this one lie?"

He thinks for a second, his mouth shifted to the side and I wait patiently, "Top five. The woman who put erection cream on her lips definitely takes the cake."

His answer releases some of the tension off of my shoulders as laughs pour out of me. I effortlessly hide the fact that I knew exactly which cream he was talking about and wish that he didn't see me twisting off the cap and smelling it a few minutes ago.

"Give me five more minutes, I'm sure I'll get there." I jokingly tell him as the ring moves further up my hand.

I eye every movement as he continues to roll it up further and further and right when he slips it off the tip of my fingers I hear an enraged voice beside me. I don't have to check for me to know who it is, and before I get a chance to turn my head and face him I feel his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against his chest.

"I would remove your hands from her before I have to remove them for you."

Mason's stern voice makes me whip my face over to find him gritting his teeth, nostril twitching in frustration, fury swirling in those darkened eyes of his. I swallow harshly, feeling a little bad for Jaime right in front of me who's widened eyes go to Mason's before turning back to mine, fear and shock flashing in them.

"Look at her again and see how I react." Mason threatens and I put my arm around his waist, slipping my hand through his shirt and applying pressure between my fingers and his skin to give him a little pinch.

Jaime scurries off somewhere and Mason glares down at me with nothing but pure rage. I don't understand why he's so upset, Jaime didn't do anything wrong and he certainly didn't do whatever Mason is thinking to make him look like he wants to kill something.

"Did you just pinch me?" He questions and I purse my lips, shaking his head at his attitude.

"You didn't have to be so rude to him." I cross my arms against my chest, trying to make myself seem just a little bit more intimidating while the heavy breathing, fist clenching man's large tattooed body towers over mine.

"Do you know where you are right now, Isabelle? You are in a fucking sex store and he's touching you. Do you know how it feels to see a man touch your body while I go around the store trying to find exactly what I want to fuck you with later?"

Okay so, I guess I kind of get it.

If the roles were reversed and I saw Mason with another girl in a store like this I imagine I wouldn't be too happy either. I definitely would not have threatened her but Mason handles things differently than I do.

My shoulders relax and I take a slow step towards him, placing my hands on the top of his chest to try and calm him down. As angry as he is he still doesn't hesitate to hold me closer against him, and I open my mouth to try and use this opportunity to know exactly what he's thinking.

"How did that make you feel?" I whisper to him, our mouths only an inch apart from each other and his jaw clenches even harder above me.

"Like I want to kill him."

My stomach flips, a small scoff leaving my lips while I shake my head at his joke. Him on the other hand, still gives me that deadpanned emotionless expression and my mouth slowly closes back up while I question if he was serious or not.

"He didn't do anything to me Mason, I promise."

Slow and roughly, he murmurs, "I don't give a shit, no other man is allowed to touch you." And a gasp tears from my lips when his hand finds my throat, dragging his fingers from my jaw all the way to my collarbone. "Only me, understood?"

The pad of his thumb brushes idly against my parted lips while his eyes float there, taunting me. Something deep between my legs clenches on instinct at the sight of him looking at me with that distressingly intense gaze of his and for a second we just stare at each other, unmoving and unblinking, the silence stretching hot between us.

I sink my bottom lip into my mouth, piercing it with my teeth and he catches it. His grip on my neck tightens suddenly and I teasingly nod my head ominously slow, thinking this is entirely inappropriate to be doing in public but I don't care because my entire core is dripping with temptation, an uncontrolled urge to take him.

His head goes lower and lower, running his lips over my cheek before moving them to my neck to press a series of low gentle kisses there.

"I'm the only one who gets to touch you." His lips move just right above my jaw line, tilting my head further back to give him more access to it before he switches to the other side of my neck, lapping his tongue against it, "Kiss you." I feel his lips press a single kiss in the delicate skin, trailing kisses upwards until his lips are brushing my own, "Fuck you."

Our breaths tangle together in a humid mess, his darkened eyes on his infuriatingly handsome face has me on the verge of trembling under him which only adds to the throbbing, soaking mess I feel between my thighs.

The tip of his nose floats across my cheek, tickling my ear with his breath, "I'm going to have fun punishing you later."

I swallow thickly, unexpectedly loving the idea of him punishing me. My stomach churns with anticipation, hairs on my back rising, the tip of my breasts tightening against his chest and I take a handful of the fabric in his shirt, forcing him down to me so close our lips touch with every move mine makes.

"Careful. I just might like it."

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After we finally make it back to Jessica's house I feel the nerves start to hit me. Mason insisted numerous times that he wasn't leaving me to go look around the store by myself so he had to watch me from afar after promising he wouldn't peek at what I buy.

I don't think I did it right.

The items I bought will without a doubt be way less experienced than Mason's, and no matter how many times I try to convince myself that what I got is fine I know I'm about to make a fool out of myself.

Right when my feet hit the ground Mason immediately picks me up to throw me over his shoulder, and there's a flutter in my chest after Mason went on about needing to fuck me as soon as possible.

My stomach swirled, heart beat louder and louder with each step he took to his bedroom, and when he repositioned my body on top of his lap so he's able to sit on the bed I hide my face in the crook of his neck, cheeks flooding with embarrassment over what's to come.

I tell him he has to go first and it takes about a minute or two before he finally surrenders.

I lean back a bit in front of him, his arm gripping my waist to hold my body steady while he watches me, an amused expression pulling at the corners of his lips.

The first item I pull out is in a small rectangular box. I turn it around in my hands, inspecting it and realizing that Mason will have to explain each and every one of his gifts to me.

There's a photo right in the middle of it with what looks like three round marble sized silver balls. My eyebrows knit together as I read the front, Ben Wa Balls.

My tilts to the side while I look at him holding the box in my hands, "Mason, I told you nothing is going in my ass."

The grin on his lips only widens, "It doesn't go in your ass."

My face flushes, eyes widens and mouth hangs open for a split second before I compose myself in front of him, acting like these balls stuffed inside me don't confuse the hell out of me.

"Oh."

The rest of the things he bought only makes me feel like even more of an idiot for the stuff I decided to purchase. There's a leather restraint kit to tie both my hands and feet to each side of the bed, a vibrating bullet with a remote that I just know he's going to take full advantage of and the two vibrators- one wand and one penetrative.

After seeing the two I swat his arm with my hand telling him he was only supposed to buy four things and he went on about the store having some 'two for one' deal that I know is complete and utter bullshit.

And then it was my turn.

Fuck.

I snatch the bag from his grasp, "Maybe we should just open yours today and mine tomorrow."

His hands immediately take the bag from my own, shaking his head in disagreement, "Not a chance in hell."

I let out a deep sigh, chewing on the inside of my cheek while I go back to hiding my face in the crook of his neck, burying it deep to try and conceal my embarrassment.

"Don't laugh at me." I beg him and he turns his head to look at me nuzzled against him.

"Why would I laugh at you, baby?" He mumbles, his lips just right above my forehead and I give him a shrug, tightening my arms around his neck for comfort.

I should have made him promise he wouldn't laugh at me on fucking paper because right when he pulls the first thing out of the bag his laugh roars throughout the entire room so long he nearly runs out of breath.

I give him another playful smack on his shoulder, scrunching my nose and trying to look offended.

"Coupons?" He questions and right when he says the words I realize just how ridiculous I'm sure I seem.

"I thought you said you wouldn't laugh at me." I whine, covering my face with my hands and shaming myself for thinking coupons would be an exceptional gift for sex.

Even though I absolutely love the sound of his laugh, right now it's making me want to strangle him for only adding to my embarrassment. His hands wrap themselves around my wrists, pulling my own down so he's able to see my face and he quickly leans in to give my cheek a kiss, the biggest smile on his lips I've seen in a while.

"I spoke too soon."

I swear he's going through the back methodically slowly on purpose. Everything he brings out he asks me why I bought them and what I plan to use them for and each time he does my face tints a shade or two darker.

I've never seen him laugh so much since he's been back.

The only somewhat acceptable gift I got was the blindfold, he seemed to enjoy that one very much. When he saw the furry handcuffs and I told him I got them because they seemed soft he laughs until there's tears in his eyes right before peppering my face with sloppy, messy kisses.

And then there was the card game.

The fucking dirty truth or dare card game I thought looked fun.

When he pulled that out he nearly fucking lost it.

Our hands both fight over the bag while I keep telling him that I can just return all the stuff and get new items tomorrow, as low, small chuckles escape his lips, hands pulling the bag even harder so they slip from my grasp.

"Why would you return it?" He argues, and I shoot him a look.

"Mason, you came back with bed restraints and I'm over here trying to give you fucking coupons. I'm so inexperienced when it comes to this shit." I tell him, Aiden's words coming to mind and in seconds he flips me over so that my back hits the mattress and my legs are spread around him, already pulsating and in need of friction.

A yelp leaves my lips from the sudden action, but my nerves are quickly calmed when he reaches his finger to tuck a few strands of hair behind my ear. My fingers trace his exposed collarbone, running it up his neck to his chiseled jaw while he watches as I melt underneath him as his gaze shamelessly rakes over me.

"It doesn't matter what we bought today." He says, voice lower and gruffer sending shivers dancing across my skin.

"And why's that?" I question, unmistakingly wiggling my hips under him and his mouth parts, inhaling a sharp breath from my movements before holding onto my waist, forcing me to stop.

I can feel the heat pulling between my thighs as he reaches over to take my lip out from my teeth.

"Because it doesn't change anything." I look up at him, brow quirked up in confusion and he grumbles menacingly slow, "I'm going to fuck you so rough I'll need to carry you back to the bed only for me fuck you some more. It doesn't matter whether it begins with you tied up to my bed, writhing under me, begging for it, or through a game of truth or dare the end result is still the same."

Tingles spark a path down my spine, my body screaming for him to make due on his promise and fuck me as rough as he wishes.

"And don't think I've forgotten about what happened at the store." He begins, bringing his large hand up and gripping my chin. He tilts my face toward him, his lips only centimeters away, eyes darkening, jaw clenching right above me, "Now get up. And get undressed."

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A.N.

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