Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 93: The S*x Toys shopping

Kael took Freya to a neon-lit storefront: The Naughty Times, its sign bold, promising forbidden delights.

Freya paused, her masked face tilting, her blue eyes widening with curiosity and a flicker of nervous excitement.

Kael grinned, his hazel eyes amused but wary, sensing the shift in her energy. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice low, teasing, but Freya was already moving, pulling him through the glass door, the bell jingling as they entered a world of velvet and vice.

Inside, the shop was a sensory overload, dim lighting casting a sultry glow over racks of toys, shelves of condoms, and displays of kinky gear.

The air smelled of leather and sweet lubricant, underscored by a faint musk that made Freya’s pulse quicken.

Vibrators in display hummed softly, dildos in every size and shade lined the walls, and bondage gear—cuffs, ropes, paddles—hung like art.

A lanky clerk stood behind the counter, his eyes flicking up from a magazine.

He and Kael exchanged a nod, a silent acknowledgment that carried a hint of familiarity, and Freya’s gaze darted between them, her masked lips twitching, a mix of amusement and awkwardness in her eyes.

Kael’s grin tightened, his neck flushing slightly, and he steered her toward the aisles, avoiding the clerk’s knowing smirk.

Freya’s eyes roamed, gawking at the array: silicone cock rings, flavored lubes, feather ticklers, blindfolds with satin ties, ball gags in red and black, anal plugs with jeweled bases, and massage oils promising "intense sensations."

She stopped at a display of bullet vibrators, their sleek silver casings glinting, and picked one up, turning it over in her hands. "What’s this do?" she asked, her voice muffled but curious through the mask, her blue eyes locking on Kael, eager for answers.

Kael cleared his throat, his hazel eyes glinting with humor. "It’s a bullet vibe," he said, keeping his tone matter-of-fact. "Small but powerful. You press it against... umm... your sensitive spots—clit, nipples, wherever. Gets you going fast."

His voice dipped, a touch of heat creeping in, and Freya’s eyes sparkled, her fingers tightening on the vibe as she tossed it into a basket she’d grabbed at the entrance.

She moved on, her curiosity insatiable, picking up a pair of soft leather handcuffs, their lining plush, designed for comfort. "And these, why are they so soft?" she asked, dangling them before Kael, her voice warm, teasing.

"Restraints," he said, his grin widening. "For tying wrists or ankles without marks. Keeps things... controlled. Fun if you like giving up power—or taking it."

His eyes held hers, a challenge, and Freya’s laugh was soft, muffled, as she added the cuffs to the basket, her fingers brushing his arm, a spark in the touch.

She grabbed more softcore toys, her choices playful, exploratory: a feather tickler with a long handle, a silicone cock ring with a vibrating node, a set of massage candles that melted into warm oil, and a blindfold with a velvet interior.

Each item made her pulse race even though she had half idea what they were for, her body humming with anticipation, the basket growing heavy with her finds.

She paused at a display of anal beads, their silicone beads graduating in size, and nipple clamps with a tiny attached vibrator, their tips padded for grip.

She held them up, her eyes glinting, but Kael raised a hand, his grin sheepish.

"Got those already," he said, rubbing his neck, his voice low. "No need for duplicates."

Freya’s eyes widened, then narrowed, a playful accusation in her gaze, as if he were a secret pervert. Kael laughed, pointing at the basket.

"Hey, don’t look at me like that. You’re the one shopping like a kid in a candy store."

She smirked beneath the mask, and moved to the next aisle of toys, her body shivering with a mix of nerves and excitement.

For years, she’d locked away desire, her life as a villain—a cold, commanding figure—devoid of pleasure, her orgasms a distant memory.

Kael had opened a door, first in the trial room’s heat, now here, in this shop of endless possibilities. The toys were tools, keys to a joy she’d never known, and she wanted them all, her hands trembling as she explored.

She grabbed a remote-controlled egg vibrator, its sleek black surface promising discreet thrills, and held it up. "This one?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly, her eyes searching Kael’s.

"Worn inside," he said, his tone steady but his eyes darkening. "Remote lets someone else control the vibes. Intense, especially in public." His grin was wicked, and Freya’s breath hitched, her thighs pressing together as she tossed it into the basket.

She added more: a vibrating wand with multiple speeds, a set of kegel balls with a subtle buzz, a leather flogger with soft tails, and a pair of thigh cuffs linked by a chain, designed to limit movement.

Kael shook his head, amused, but didn’t stop her, watching her excitement with a mix of awe and restraint.

She paused at a double-headed dildo, its dual ends curved, and sneered, her nose wrinkling.

"Why do these look so ugly?" she asked, nudging Kael with her elbow, her voice teasing. "Yours is... handsome. Weird."

Kael choked on a laugh, his hazel eyes glinting.

"Thanks, I guess," he said, but his hand darted out, grabbing two dildos—one sleek and black, the other ribbed and purple, and also the double headed one—tossing them into the basket.

"For... activities," he said, his tone cryptic, his mind already spinning with ideas for later, perhaps with Freya, perhaps to push her boundaries further.

Freya raised a brow but didn’t protest, moving to a display of nipple stimulators—tiny suction cups with vibrating tips—and a clit pump, its clear chamber promising heightened sensitivity.

She asked Kael their purpose, her voice curious, and he explained, his tone clinical but warm, detailing the suction, the vibrations, the rush of sensation.

She tossed them in, her basket brimming, and added a long metal rod with cuffs at each end, designed to bind all four limbs, its cold surface making her shiver with anticipation.

Kael watched, then reached for a set of anal beads and nipple clamps, adding them despite his earlier comment.

"Trust me," he said, catching her confused look. "You don’t want to touch anything Rhea’s used."

Freya’s eyes flashed, a nod of understanding, her rivalry with Rhea a silent fire in her chest, Kael’s words striking true.

She didn’t want Rhea’s shadow in her pleasure, and the new toys were hers, untainted.

The basket was a treasure trove now, a map to uncharted delights, and Freya’s heart raced, her body alive with possibility.

They moved to the next counter, a display of lingerie that made Freya’s earlier purchases seem tame.

Bras with open nipple slits, adorned with silver chains, hung beside crotchless panties in black lace, their fronts split to expose everything.

A pair of panties caught her eye—nothing but thin straps and a string of beads meant to nestle inside, a wearable tease for the ass.

Nipple covers in red satin, shaped like hearts, shimmered under the lights, and a bra with straps that clamped directly onto nipples, promising a bite of pain with pleasure, made her breath catch.

Freya gulped, her hands trembling as she touched them, her face flushed beneath the mask, her excitement palpable.

"I should’ve come here first," she said, her voice low, awed, through the mask, her blue eyes flicking to Kael. "Before the departmental store." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Kael’s grin was strained, his wallet already crying. "Pick a few," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "We’re low on cash. We’ll come back next time for more."

Freya nodded, her choices swift but careful: a pair of crotchless panties in deep red, their lace edges soft but revealing; a bra with nipple clamps built into the straps, black and daring; the beaded anal panties, their design both thrilling and terrifying; and a set of red satin nipple covers.

She placed them in the full basket, her hands shaking, her face alight with a mix of nerves and joy, her body humming with the promise of what these could unleash.

Kael watched, his hazel eyes narrowing, a thought flickering—Is this even the same Freya?

He grabbed her arm, his touch firm, pulling her from the counter before she could add more, her laugh muffled but bright.

"Enough for today," he said, steering her to the billing counter, the basket heavy with their haul.

The lanky clerk looked up, his eyes meeting Kael’s with that same knowing nod, a wink following, as if they shared a secret.

Kael’s smile was awkward, his neck flushing again, Freya’s presence beside him making the moment sharper, her blue eyes glinting with amusement at his discomfort.

The clerk scanned the items—vibrators, cuffs, beads, lingerie, dildos, the rod—his fingers quick, the total climbing fast.

Kael’s heart sank as the price flashed, exceeding his cash, and he reached to remove the dildos and vibrators, his voice low. "We’ll cut these," he said, but the clerk waved him off, his grin sly.

"Credit’s fine," the clerk said, leaning forward, his voice conspiratorial. "You look like a regular, man. Goodwill."

Kael’s smile was tight, a mix of gratitude and embarrassment, and he nodded, grabbing the bags—two now, bulging with toys and lingerie.

Freya’s hand brushed his, her touch warm, her eyes sparkling with victory as they stepped back into the sunlight and she grabbed the heavier bag of his hands.

They stopped at a grocery stall, picking up fresh vegetables, a slab of beef, and a loaf of crusty bread from Kael’s remaining money.

Once they were completed with their shopping, they wove through the alleys to go back to their home, The Haven.

Soon the Haven’s silhouette came into view, its door a beacon of safety.

But.. as they got closer, Kael’s steps faltered, his hazel eyes narrowing, a jolt of surprise tightening his chest.

Rhea sat slumped by the closed door, her fiery red hair matted, her superhero costume—once sleek and bold—torn at the shoulder and thigh, blood and dirt streaking her skin, her amber eyes dull with exhaustion, she was battered...