(Previously posted on r/BDSMerotica)
The word buzzes through my brain as your scent envelopes me and mixes with my own heat turning into a delicious, erotic musk that has the buzzing pumping harder. If we weren’t in a store full of people I’d probably already be goo at your feet, but the people milling around us has me hanging on to my conscious mind. A little at least. The lot is already been consumed by my desire and notion that it’s almost time to be fulfilled, yes, in fact, it’s literally within reach. The thought makes me smile as I turn my attention back to the mountain of carrots before us. There are still so many choices and I still have no real clue which one I should choose, which one I feel will be the right one to fulfill my fantasy. But your word, your command, has me going into autopilot, there are no decisions to make, there’s just an action to do. To pick. So I reach out and pick up a carrot a little further up the mountain and instantly smile when I feel it in my hand. This will be good. This feels good. My already burning cheeks feels to go on fire as I hear your appreciative hum besides me.
“Nice choice,” you say and kiss my cheek adorning my embarrassment. I’m smiling like an idiot at your appreciation and a rush surges through me. I feel the tinkles to the wet spot between my thighs, begging to be touched, begging for release, in any way. A flash of you throwing me on top of the mountain of rejected carrots as I hold on tight to the one in my hand while you expertly play my body and clit comes into my mind. I almost ask you to do it so lust drunk out of my mind with the anticipation of what’s to come. You smile at me and wink before kissing my lips, I’m so sure you can read my mind. “Be patient, B,” your teasing vibrato sounds sending tinkles to buzz at my clit, both from embarrassment at my dirty thoughts and from being so under your lustful spell. “Yes, sir,” I respond so quietly, not wanting anyone to hear me, but hopefully still loud enough for you to hear.
I want to hand over my chosen carrot, but you just look at it questioning before locking eyes with me and give me a wolfish smile as you tilt your head a little. “Oh, I think you’re big enough to carry that,” your voice again sending tinkles through me and the words sending embarrassment into my brain. My mind starts to go into a daze as you take my hand and lead us back through the store to the register.
It feels like everyone here is staring at me. The carrot is burning in my hand. It feels like they all know what dirty things I’ve dreamt and fantasized about. I want to crawl into a hole and hide, this is way too much, but you clutch my hand a little tighter and somehow I’m walking steadily towards the registers. I don’t know how and I’m sure if you weren’t here with me I’d either run for the hills or fall over from my lust brain getting increasingly more fogged up by every step. And yet, the way you look at me and smile and the small comments you make about “How the carrot was a good choice” or “What a good girl I am carrying it” are exactly the things that are fogging up my brain. You’re both my lifewest and the storm of which I’m within, you’re a delicious confusing cocktail of sin and salvation. You know just which buttons to push to have my mind buzzing and how to make my body ache. We’ve been here for less than 10 minutes and yet it feels like you’ve been playing with me for hours.
The excited embarrassment has gotten new legs and is running through every fiber of my being and I don’t think I can keep my mind clear any second longer as we finally make it to the register. Of course, you’ve lead us to the check-out with the lady and not the self-service one we usually use. “Really?” I hear myself huff out before I can stop myself. You face is immediately snapped on me and the predator in you are sizing me up once again. “You wanna try that again,” you say in a playful taunt tone only I can hear what weight hold. I nod my head, as that’s all I can do, my whole body is whined up from lust and embarrassment and it has now completely taken over my voice as well. “Good girl,” you smile, “Now, put your carrot on the counter, B,” you command and I do what you say, naturally, my little fogged up brain need a guide now more than ever.
If any of the people in line or the check-out girl think anything odd of a couple picking up a single carrot they don’t let anything on. Standing here in line with the excitement pumping through my veins, it’s like everyone is oblivious. I’m not oblivious though, so when it becomes our turn I can’t even look as the girl plugs in the price and tells us. Much to your amusement I more sense than see as my eyes are trained at the sliding doors. A faint chuckle comes from you when you’ve handed over the bills and she tells us the automatic “Have a good evening”. This is too much, the embarrassment, the excitement, the teasing, and my nerves finally get the better of me. I make a b-line straight for the front doors just in time to hear your “Oh, I will,” trail off.
When I’m out in the fresh air again, I take in gulps of it. I hadn’t realized how worked up this little trip had gotten me until now. It’s exhilarating and nerve-wracking all at once.
I feel you come up to me with a slight worry, probably if you pushed too far, and put your hand gently on my back. “Are you okay?” you ask once you stand close, not just to be able to hear my response but to be able to look me over and be sure my response matches how I actually am. I nod slowly, ’cause I am. I’m just really buzzed as well. I feel my whole body vibrating in lust and excitement. And I give you a small smile as I say, “I am,” to make to clear it’s true. You seem to relax a little at my response and then pick up my jacket that’s been hanging over my arm this whole time.
“No one cares, B,” you say and help me into my jacket. Zipping it up and kissing me a cute, little kiss on the forehead. I relax a little too. You’re right. To everyone here, we could just be picking up a carrot. Maybe we forgot one for our stew or salad, even if people think otherwise, it is quite innocent looking, but I know that it’s so much more. I know what’s yet to come. Of all the fantasies I’ve had of this moment. Though looking up at you as you hand over the bag with my selected carrot and I can see the gleam in your eyes, I remember that when it really comes down to it I actually have no clue what I’m in for. The realization sends a thrill through me as we head back home, carrot in my hand, to see what plans you’ve made of my fantasy.
(To be continued)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/azfnv4/convertibles_part_3_mdomfsubno_sex_yet