Breaking Perfect (28 page)

Sean
chuckled and Mason said, “I know.”

Momentarily
mesmerized by the nude poses on the covers lined up in display, her pulse
quickened and her panties moistened. Liberty looked over both her shoulders.
The only other person in the store was a large man behind the counter. He was
chewing on a straw and wore wide rainbow suspenders over the bulging stomach
peeking over the waistband of his pants.

“Why
are we here?” she whispered.

“We’re
shopping,” Mason whispered back, clearly mocking her.

She
looked to Sean for assistance, but he looked away and said, “Come on.”

She
followed them past three racks of pornography. There were displays of
magazines, condoms, and erotic romance novels dispersed throughout the store as
well. Liberty felt the blood rushing to the surface of her cheeks. Mason and
Sean disappeared through a doorway hidden by a beaded curtain and she paused. A
large hand reached out through the beads and tugged her to the other side.

She
looked around the room. Colors collided and she tried to take in everything she
was seeing. Sean and Mason watched her. Her mouth hung open and she slowly
turned. Dildos, vibrators, costumes, cuffs, whips, and things she didn’t even
know the names of hung from every square inch of each wall.

Two
racks stood in the center of the wall. She stepped forward and her hand reached
out to touch a long chain hanging from a spoke. Two feathery fuzz balls dangled
from each end. Was it a necklace?

“They’re
clamps,” Sean said, coming to stand beside her. He picked up the chain and she
noticed rhinestones attached to the black feathery parts.

“Clamps?”

“Yeah,”
he held the fuzzy parts up to his chest. “Nipple clamps.”

Liberty’s
eyes went wide. Who would want a clamp on their nipple? Mason laughed and put
his arm around her shoulder. “Here, baby, come over here. Don’t let Sean freak
you out. What do you think of these?”

She
looked at the rows and rows of vibrators. Her eyes caught on the small silver
one she recognized. She reached for it.

“Do
you like that one?”

“It’s
awfully small,” Sean commented and Mason scowled at him.

“Would
you like me to buy that for you, Lib?” Mason asked. She retracted her hand and
looked down. Mason waited a moment then pulled the package off the wall. He
quickly read the back. “If you like this one I’ll get it for you.”

Crap.
She sighed and mumbled, “I already have it.”

Sean
snorted and Mason stilled. “Come again?”

She
let out a frustrated breath and faced him. “I already own that vibrator.”

Her
husband’s eyebrows practically disappeared in his hairline. “You do? Oh, okay.”
Sean was cracking up. Mason put the package back on the wall and faced her
again. “Do you have any other toys I should know about?”

“No.”

“And
how did you manage to procure that one?”

“I
ordered it out of a beauty magazine.”

“
They
sell this stuff in beauty magazines?”

“Well,
yes and no. They call them ‘massagers’ in the magazine, but everyone knows what
they really are.”

“Okay
then.” Mason turned and she wasn’t sure if she’d upset him.

 
“I’ve only had it for three months.”

Mason
pinched the bridge of his nose. She turned to see where Sean disappeared. He
was on the other side of the room, his arms laden with items. He removed a
white lab coat from the wall. When he saw her watching him he paused. “What?”

“Are
you buying all that stuff?”

Mason
walked over and peeked at his collection. “Anal beads, really?”

“What?
I like them.”

Liberty
wondered if he liked using them on women or women using them on him. Mason took
the lab coat from him and hung it back on the wall. “If you want to play doctor
I have about two dozen of these at home.”

“Oh,
that’s right. Cool!”

“Doctor?”
She frowned. Sean held a large rubber dildo that had a spiraled covering and
antennae sticking out one end and a thin rod curving out from the other side.

She
crinkled her nose when she noticed a scrap of hot pink lace draped over his
arm. “Who is the thong for?”

“You.”

“I
don’t like thongs.”

“You’ll
like this one.”

Sean
moved to stand in front of a display with studded collars, lots of leather, and
whips. She scoffed. “Don’t even think of buying something on that wall and
using it on me. I’m not into that.”

Growing
impatient, Sean sighed and turned to face her. He looked at her and she fought
the urge to fidget under his scrutiny. “Then why are your nipples hard?”

Liberty
looked down.
Damn it!
“Well, we’re in a sex room. It’s a little hard not
to notice.”

“Liberty,”
Mason called from the other side of the room. He held a satin sash and was
checking out a long peacock feather. His collection seemed a lot less
intimidating than Sean’s so she went over there.

“Sean
is a pervert,” she whispered as soon as she neared her husband.

“Don’t
judge, Libby. If he was the only one who enjoyed those things then they
wouldn’t sell them at every adult store. Try to be open-minded. Besides, you’ll
hurt his feelings. He can hear you.”

She
turned back to look at Sean. He was smiling and held a fringy little leather
thing in his hand. An evil gleam crept in his eyes and he whipped it against
his thigh. She groaned. “He’s taunting me.”

“He’s
playing with you,” Mason corrected, then a little louder said, “Sean, behave
yourself. You’re scaring Liberty.” He held up the feather. “What do you think
of this?”

“It’s
a feather.”

“I’m
aware of what it is.”

She
shrugged. “Other than making centerpieces I’m not sure what you would use it for.”

Mason
stepped behind her and trailed the satin sash over her exposed collarbone. She
shivered. The heat from his body crept through the barrier of her clothing and
she melted into him. In a thick, low voice he said, “What if I blindfolded you
and tied you down with these satin sashes and used the feather to tickle and
torment you? You would never know where I was or what I would do next. I could
spend hours pleasuring you and you would be helpless to stop me, completely at
my mercy.”

Chills
ran up her spine. Her sex pulsed with excitement and her nipples were hard once
more.

“You
like that idea, don’t you baby? Being completely helpless and under my command.
That turns me on, the idea of having you naked and at my disposal to play with,
tease, fuck, and titillate. We could make it a game. How many times can two men
make a woman come in one evening? I bet if we brought home some of these toys
we’d really have a good time. What do you say, Liberty? Do you want to submit
to two men and see how many times and how hard we can make you come?”

She
was having a hard time catching her breath. Images of the two of them touching
and taking her while she was tethered and helpless filled her head. What was
wrong with her that she found the idea completely erotic? Mason pressed his
body into her back and she felt his erection. There might be something wrong
with her for liking the idea of being tied up, but Mason
really
seemed
to like the idea. “Okay.”

He
growled and leaned down to suck on the side of her neck. His hands cupped her
aching breasts through her shirt. She leaned into him and wanted him to take
her right then and there. He pulled away all too soon and said, “Sean, go check
out. Here’s my
AmEx.”

The
beads rattled as Sean’s footsteps retreated from the room. Mason’s mouth was
back on her neck and his hand was now gathering up her linen skirt. She was
very wet, her body needy and heavy.

When
Mason’s hand sunk beneath her panties and landed right on her sex, she gasped.
They were in a store! “Mason—”

“Shh,
no one’s in here. The cashier is busy helping Sean. He’ll keep him busy until
we’re done. Spread your legs for me, baby.”

Her
heart raced. Someone could walk in at any moment. There was something
terrifying and exciting about the possibility of being caught. Her feet stepped
farther apart and her thighs separated. Mason groaned his approval.

His
finger slipped into her sex and gathered some of her cream. He pulled his
finger back to her clit and began rubbing tight little circles as he kissed her
neck, shoulder, and nibbled her ear. As his tongue licked the sensitive wing of
her collarbone her body rocketed into full out arousal. When he pinched the
nipple poking at her shirt she moaned.

“Shh,
we have to be quiet.”

She
bit her lip. Pressure built deep in her belly and her knees began to tremble.
“Mason,” she whispered. “I’m going to come.”

“I
know.” He continued to rub her clit and she whimpered.

“I
don’t know how to be quiet.”

His
hand left her breast as his other hand worked faster, harder. Her body tensed.
She squeaked and suddenly Mason’s hand was over her mouth, her breath echoing
off the tops of his fingers. Fear, excitement, and a welcomed sense of taboo
had her eyes opening wide. “Come for me, Liberty.”

Her
orgasm broke over her and Mason’s hand trapped her cries in the back of her
throat. Her body trembled and he had to cup his palm between her legs to hold
her up. Chills traveled over her shoulders and up to her scalp. He kissed her
neck and slowly removed his hand from her mouth.

“Beautiful.”

Liberty
sighed and her head lolled on his shoulder. “Mason?”

“Yes,
baby?”

“Can
we go home now?”

* * * *

After
returning from town they enjoyed a quick lunch and changed for the beach. Sean
and Mason carried the bags and towels over the high dunes that always reminded
Liberty of great big tortoise shells turned to sip off the coast. They settled
their belongings and the guys took off for the water once they were sure she
was comfortable.

Liberty
loved autumn in the Outer Banks when all the summer tourists fluttered home to
heed the upcoming winter and hurricane season. The beaches were bare but still
warm. The ocean was perfect for fishing right from the surf and the temperature
dropped just enough for cozy sweatshirts and bonfires at night.
 

Turning
her head to the left, she kept her eyes closed against the sun as its warm rays
heated her skin. She was nervous in a delicious way about what would happen
once they returned to the house. Liberty was glad that Mason decided they would
order pizza tonight because she was completely distracted.

Her
husband’s deep laugh had her opening her eyes. Her head lifted and she squinted
against the white beams of sunlight, drawing her hand up to act as a visor.
There in the water, Sean tackled Mason. He jumped up, palms firmly planted on
his shoulders, keeping his muscular arms stiff and rocketed himself into the
air forcing Mason to topple over. Mason shot back through the surface, his hair
streaming an arc of crystal droplets against the blue backdrop of the horizon
as he threw himself at Sean and knocked the larger man down.

It
was amusing, how men of all ages never stopped playing and horsing around like
boys. Something caught Liberty’s eye and she shifted slightly to get a better
view. What had she just seen? A shift, but she wasn’t sure what it was, perhaps
a slight alteration in Mason’s posture or a familiar, meaningful cock of his
head. Whatever it was it was subtle, but Liberty recognized it. It triggered a
sexual stirring inside of her like a green light triggers the impulse to go,
but she was all the way over here and Mason wasn’t looking at her. He was
looking at Sean.

Sean
laughed and dove under the water. He resurfaced several yards away and at a
much deeper point. Mason followed and it became too much of a strain on her eyes
to continue watching them. They bobbed in the distance, the water cloaking
their bodies to their shoulders, and their heads close together, two little
black dots winking in and out of her view like a mirage. It seemed they were
discussing something. Liberty’s stomach fluttered at the idea that they were
likely discussing her.

She
turned her head and rested her cheek on the blanket, facing the dunes. Her
hearing became muffled and she let the slow washing sounds of the waves soothe
her. She must have drifted off because the next thing she knew cool droplets of
salt water were jarring her awake.

“You
sleeping, Lib?”

She
turned at her husband’s voice. He was drying himself off. “Where’s Sean?”

“He
walked back to the house. You about ready to do the same?”

“What
time is it?”

“Four.
Your shoulders are getting a little pink. I think you’ve had enough sun for the
day.”

Four.
How long had she been sleeping? She stretched and began gathering up her
belongings. She shook the sand off the blanket and folded it. Mason took it
from her and helped her slide her arms into her cover up. After he tied the
belt at the waist he gently kissed her nose and smiled down at her.

“Are
you hungry?”

“Not
really, but if you and Sean want to eat that’s fine with me.”

His
eyes blazed and his nostrils flared. In a hoarse voice he said, “Come on.”

The
cool air of the house blanketed her sun kissed skin and goose bumps scattered
over her breasts and shoulders. “Go upstairs and shower, Lib.”

She
turned and faced him. His expression was shuttered, but determined. A shiver of
excitement tickled her heart followed by a twinge of nervousness. Liberty
nodded and silently headed up to her room.

The
warm water of the shower revived her sleepy head. She’d definitely gotten a
little more sun than she intended that afternoon. After she washed all the salt
water from her skin and sand from her hair she dried herself off and
methodically applied lotion to her tender pink flesh. Shaking out her damp
curls, she slipped into her ivory silk robe. The hem tickled her upper thighs.