Page 39 of My Ogre Husband
“Sure, all right. We can get something to eat while we’re out. But first…” Egorr leans down and curls his hand around my back, his lips widening. “I want to greet you properly.”
I’ll never get tired of Egorr’s kisses. I run a hand up his tusk as he tantalizes my lips, then tugs me closer as our tongues test each other. Soon I’m letting out little noises against him as he crushes me to his body, cupping my ass. My toes leave the floor.
Finally, he sets me back down and pulls away, still blushing.
“I’m kind of excited,” Egorr says as we head out to the car. “I’ve always wondered what’s in there.”
It’s a pleasant drive to the city, and we stop at a burger joint on the way. Egorr has three, and even packs away some fries, too.
Dame Yemi’s is a shockingly pink building on a street corner in the city. We have to drive around a while to find a parking spot, then we walk toward it hand in hand. As usual, monsters who notice me stare as we walk by, surprised by the human in their midst.
The store has a bright facade with a glowing sign on it in curly-cue letters. A mannequin in full dominatrix attire stands in the window beside the door, and I pause to stare at it before we step inside.
There’s just as much color on the interior of Dame Yemi’s as there is black leather. If it’s not black, it’s rainbow, and I’m immediately enamored with everything. There are wigs, leather harnesses, collars and whips. I pause in the doorway, and I must be staring like a total tourist because somebody laughs behind the counter.
It’s a rather large cyclops wearing a leather vest and tight vinyl pants, which allow me a solid eyeful of his butt as he steps out from behind the counter.
“First time?” he asks with a wink.
I grin from ear to ear, but Egorr already looks somewhat mortified.
“Sure is,” I say, bouncing forward on my toes.
The cyclops spins an impulse buy stand covered in dildo-shaped keychains. “I don’t have much that’s human-sized… well, very little, actually. But what are you in the market for?”
“Blindfolds!” I answer immediately. “My therapist friend suggested them.”
The cyclops blinks. “Therapist?”
“That’s what we’re here for?” Egorr rubs his bald head. “I didn’t realize there was an agenda.”
I grab his arm and pull him into the shop. “It’s just one item on the agenda. The rest is whatever we want it to be.”
The cyclops snorts as he leads us around the counter toward the hangers of clothing on the wall. There are leather thongs covered in metal studs, bras and jockstraps. Just past them, the cyclops pauses at a rack of masks.
“Here you are.” He gestures at a row of blindfolds that come in all sorts of colors. “Your choice.”
I let out anoohas I pick through the different colors. Part of me is leaning toward the traditional black, though, so I grab one and hold it up. “Got it.”
“I’ll take it up to the front for you,” the cyclops says, and I hand it over. He leans forward conspiratorially, so I lean forward, too. “Feel free to look around. Take your time. But be sure to check out the back room.” With another wink, he points off toward the rear of the store, then returns to the cash register to help the next monster who comes in.
I keep my eye on that back room as Egorr and I browse. The cyclops is right in that most everything is too big for me—but it’s not too big for Egorr. I size him up in his work shirt and slacks, imagining him with nothing on save for a leather jockstrap and a collar.
Yeah, I think I’d really, really like that.
Preparing my speech, I gesture to the row of various cups and speedos. But Egorr is already taking one off the rack, arching an eyebrow at me.
“First blindfolds, now these, hmm?” His lip pulls up on one side. “What do you have planned, little Maddie?”
I lick my lips. “Well, I thought it would be fun to try some new things.” I pull down one of the collars, too, and boldly hold it up to Egorr’s thick neck, as if I’m showing him in a mirror what he’d look like in it.
His good-natured grin turns knowing and smug as he takes the collar and the jockstrap, then leaves them both on the counter for the cyclops to pick up.
I’m still eyeing that back room, so I tug on Egorr’s shirt sleeve. “Can we go back there now?” I point toward the open doorway.
“Whatever you want.” He loops our arms together. “Let’s go explore.”
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