In response, Hermione couldn't keep the corners of her mouth from curling upward.
Her delight was contagious.
Bending lower, Lucifer kissed her forehead. "I'll also understand if you ever get sick of your association wi-----"
Hermione held onto his shirt and pulled him down, pecking his lips.
"You know how much I love spending time with you, don't you? I'm never letting go of that."
He returned her kiss, wrapping his arms around her to protect her from the whipping wind and passing pedestrians.
Hermione ran her hand along his chest, slipping inside the warmth of his shirt for a better feel.
He pulled back, a hint of smile playing on his lips.
Hermione let her hand drop to his belt and tickled his navel. "We're here."
"We're where?"
She gestured behind her. "This is it."
"Well why didn't you say something? Stop molesting me in the streets and go inside. It's bloody freezing out here."
She shook her head, laughing as she pulled him into Moonglow's Erotic Boutique.
His hand touched her back, urging her to the left towards the magazines and books.
Hermione put her gloves in her pockets and opened her scarf as her eyes scanned the periodicals.
The cover of Naughty By Nature had an entwined couple on the cover that caught her eye.
Lucifer looked around the store. It was the classiest sex shop he'd ever been in.
It was obviously geared more towards women and couples.
There was nothing unsavory or intimidating about the presentation or clientele.
He followed her lead and pulled open his scarf, reading the magazine's cover over her head.
'Ten Positions to Melt Your Man. Oral Sex Tips from the Pros. Fall's Newest Negligees.'
He rolled his eyes. "Come along, pet. Why don't you show me where you found that paddle."
She grinned and took his hand, pulling him round the corner into the next room.
Lucifer blinked at the change in their surroundings. The room appeared to be bi-polar.
One half was gauzy and sheer, a diaphanous production of gaudy romance that reminded him of Lockhart's Valentine's decorations.
The other half was tastefully dungeon-esque.
He knew what to expect from such a display, so he studied her face to see what her eyes lingered on longest.
"Which shall it be, pet, the paddles or the canes?"
Hermione looked around to see if anyone could hear them. "Um . . . the cane," she whispered.
He kept her hand in his and escorted her to an umbrella stand filled with a nice selection of canes.
There were multiple lengths and widths, and he sorted through them, checking out the make and style.
He could probably spend hours going through their assortment of paddles and whips.
He wouldn't though. She seemed overly tense at the moment, standing next to him like statue, her eyes getting wider every time he chose a new cane.
He wanted her to let go, not have an aneurysm.
Plucking out a straight-handled rattan model that was neither too thin nor too thick, he held it up to inspect it from all angles and then tested it against his hand.
'Perfect....'
The high price was never a problem for Lucifer anyway.
Whipping it through the air, he tested the weight and flexibility, watching her from the corner of his eye.
"This looks nice, don't you think? The quality is excellent."
He handed it to her to hold as he started investigating the paddles.
Hermione looked down at the cane in her hand and couldn't stop picturing herself bent over as he applied it repeatedly to her striped arse.
She knew it was going to hurt, but the visual left her squirming in her wet knickers.
Lucifer picked up a large wooden paddle and ran his hand over the smooth plane on one side and the carved hearts on the other.
When he smacked it against his palm, she jumped like a spooked rabbit. "I like that little paddle you bought. Do you prefer leather to wood?"
She stared at the paddle in his hand without blinking. "Uh . . . I've no idea."
He put the paddle back on the wall and picked up a wide strap with a handle.
The leather had some weight and body to it, but it was giving and had a nice balance.
"Come here, Hermione."
Hermione crept up to him, never taking her eyes off the strap in his hand.
"Bend over. I want to check the size."
"What? No!" She glanced around to see if anyone was watching.
There was only one woman in the room, but she was over on the other side rummaging through a bin of silk scarves.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. "I just need to see what it's like in action. Just put your hands on your knees. No one's looking."
Hermione gave her surroundings one more nervous glance then closed her eyes and turned around, bracing her hands on her knees.
Lucifer smiled and patted her bum through her clothes. "Very nice. I think we'll get this too."
Hermione bolted upright and spun around before anyone saw her like that.
She wanted to bury her face in his shirt so no one could see how red her face was (including him).
Lucifer handed her the leather paddle to carry then started to peruse the rest of the aisle.
He couldn't stop picturing her modeling each item he passed: that riding crop would mark her round arse beautifully, those fuzzy handcuffs would fit perfectly around her little wrists, that ball gag would look like candy between her wet lips.
When they reached the corner of leather restraints with no further toys, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
She was worried what else he might have in store for her, but at the same time, her gusset was sticky with anticipation.
"Uh . . . I don't really have this kind of money," she admitted, biting her lip. "I can probably pay you back in a couple of weeks."
Lucifer couldn't keep a straight face. "It's all on me. Consider them gifts."
"These are the scariest gifts I've ever gotten," she muttered, staring down at the paddle in her hands.
He chuckled and nudged her toward the first room. "All right, let's go find you a decent set of anal plugs."
She froze and looked up at him. "Are you serious?"
He nodded. "Some will be for fun, but others will be for correction. That one you have isn't suitable for either."
Hermione's feet started to walk on their own accord, letting him guide her back into the first large room they'd entered through.
There was a huge selection of plugs and probes on one wall, and Lucifer led her over to the anal array.
She kept trying to obscure the implements she was carrying, embarrassed by the idea that everyone would know what they were going to do when they got back at school.
He left her to her humiliated huddling and picked out a set of four plugs of increasing size.
The littlest one was maybe a finger and a half wide and the largest one would probably never get used (but the girl needed something to focus on).
"How about these? Silicone is easy to clean and they have nice rings on the base for easy removal."
Hermione stared at largest one which had a cat tail, her throat going dry. "You're scaring me."
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