RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 116: FRIDA -

"You owe me underwear," Frida teased as she attempted a culinary disaster on the gas cooker.

"Whose idea was it to let you cook?" Laz asked with a lazy grin, watching her.

"What are you trying to say? That I can’t cook?" she shot back with a sassy tone, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

He chuckled as he buttoned his crisp white shirt. "I don’t have a death wish," he said, biting his lip as his gaze swept over her sundress and coat. "You’re cooking in a full outfit?"

"I’m trying to get your Nara Smith, and you, my lucky," she quipped with a dramatic flair.

He laughed outright as she placed the finished dish in front of him. "More like Kristy Sarah and Desmond’s nightmare. Is that grass?" he asked, eyeing the plate warily.

It looked like a tragic mix of dead fish, melted chocolate, and cheese. Reluctantly, he took a bite and immediately cringed. "Ugh, this is horrible."

Frida burst out laughing. "I can’t believe you actually ate it! Would you do anything for me?"

His jaw dropped in mock horror. "Tell me this is actually grass, Frida!" he exclaimed.

She laughed even harder, darting for the door, but Laz was faster. He sprinted after her, catching her mid-step.

"I’m sorry, babe! Don’t tickle me!" she giggled helplessly as he scooped her up and carried her outside into the crisp winter afternoon.

"Time flies," she mused as she caught her breath. "I can’t believe the year’s almost over."

"It will be in a few hours," he agreed. "Maybe I should keep my promise and get you that new underwear. Best way to unwrap a New Year’s gift, anyway."

She laughed as they pulled up to a boutique she didn’t recognize. "How do you know all these places?" she asked, taking his hand as he led her out of the Mustang.

"These are brands only the ’rich rich’ frequent. I want customized, rare deluxe underwear for my goddess," he said, making her blush.

"Okay, handsome," she replied as they stepped into the luxurious shop, its decor drenched in deep purple and royal blue hues.

As they settled into a private section, a personal attendant handed them a catalog. Laz flipped through, admiring a deep rouge thong, while Frida slipped away unnoticed.

She wandered into a room filled with intriguing items. Her cheeks flushed as she realized what it was—a room of adult toys. Was this where Laz got his things? She brushed her fingers across the shelves, stopping at a torch-shaped item.

Curious, she turned it over in her hand, only to gasp at its function. Laz’s voice interrupted her thoughts. "It’s a masturbator," he said, his tone low and teasing.

The dim light cast him in sharp relief, making him look like he belonged to the shadows. He stepped closer, closing the gap between them, and his hand circled the torch in hers.

"Would you like to try it?" he asked seductively, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

"I... I mean, I don’t know how, but I would like to," she admitted, her voice trembling.

He smirked, leaning closer. "It would be my pleasure."

He reached for a bottle of lubricant on the shelf. "Open your palm, Frida," he instructed softly. She obeyed, watching as he poured a small amount into her hand and on the toy.

"Loosen my belt," he murmured.

She bit her lip, teasing. "Say please."

His grin widened. "So naughty... Fine. Please, Frida, loosen my belt."

With a single hand, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, taking his heated flesh in her lubricated hand. He shuddered, and so did she.

"Doesn’t it feel good?" she asked, watching his expression.

"Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, leaning in to kiss her, but she turned her face away.

"No kissing," she teased, making his jaw drop.

"Revenge, huh?" he asked.

Before he could react, she slipped the masturbator onto him. His head fell back, a guttural moan escaping him.

"You don’t know the half of it," she whispered, her grin wicked as she tightened her grip. She moved the toy over him slowly, savoring his reactions.

When he tried to kiss her again, she turned away. "No kissing," she repeated.

"And how are you going to stop me, darling?" he purred.

Quickly, she slipped cuffs from her purse, fastening his hands to the shelf. His eyes widened in shock.

"You are evil," he chuckled breathlessly.

"You’re a good boy, Laz," she murmured, her lips brushing against his, denying him another kiss as she grabbed his balls and massaged them in her fingers.

He was trembling, staring down at her as a whisper of pleasure escaped his lips "Oh God, your gonna fucking kill me." He said.

She chuckled "What’s that baby?" She asked rubbing her knuckles against his perineum.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned "and she laughed.

"Laz, I love you like this." She said, trailing her tongue over his abs as she got on her knees.

She slowed down her thrusting pace on the masturbator, turning on the vibrator button, he was panting now, sweating as she blew a hot breath against his frenulum, he twisted "Oh shit...please Frida."

She fastened her pace "Please what?" She pouted, looking up at him. She held eye contact, as she licked the tip of his dick.

"Fuck please..." He begged, just the way she wanted.

"I fucking love this laz." She said, as she bite his thigh leaving a nice glaring hickey.

He was throbbing, shaking and she could sense his climax as she stood up and kissed his neck "That’s it...cum for me baby." She said.

He trembled his thighs clenched as he slipped his seed into her hand "That’s it baby." She kissed him, long and hard, till she memorized the flesh in his mouth.

He was panting as she undid the cuffs, and he grabbed her pinning her to the shelf he kissed her ready to devour her. When he heard a voice that made them freeze "Um...Mr Laz the underwear is ready for your selection? Where are you?"

They scrambled, putting their clothes back on and Frida quickly arranged her dress holding the torch, shielding Laz as he quickly did his belt.

She flashed the attendant a smile "Will take this toy as well please."