CHAPTER FOUR : RULES FOR MY PLAY-ROOM
“What about the drink? I haven’t paid yet,” I said as he led me away from the bar, with my hands clasped in his.
“Don’t worry baby girl, it has been taken care of,” he said, without bothering to turn back.
We walked through the dance stage and my head turned to find Tracy in a full-blown make out the the blonde man, as she ground on his lap, and as if feeling my stare, she turned to face me. Her drunk face in a questioning look, and I threw a flirty wink at her to ease her worry and she smirked going back to tangle her lips with the man’s again.
We walked through some kind of back door, into a roll of many rooms.
“You must really come here all the time,” I said wanting to ease off the awkward tension, as nerves clouded my thoughts—then I inwardly cursed when I remembered Tracy said this club just opened.
As if he sensed my anxiousness, he stood in front of a red door, bringing some kind of key from his pocket as he twisted the lock then paused, turning to face me.
“Relax baby girl,” he said, one word—which made my heart spike up not from anxiousness again but from curiosity.
His beautiful voice was enough to send puddles in my g-string pant, and the ease with which he called me that pet name, and the fact that he had a key to a room here bridged the edge of my curiosity—all of it combined left me wanting to know more about him, but then I have to remind myself again, that it’s just a one night stand and nothing more.
He opened the door, as he stepped in and turned on the lights, as a loud gasp left my lips.
“What’s this place?” I asked in shock, taking in the scene before me.
A wide, large bed dominated the center, covered by deep red sheets almost the color of blood, with plush oversized pillows attached to the sides, and the thought of being spread on the bed sent an unsettling feeling through me.
My heart pounded loudly in my chest when I took in an iron-looking post that stood at the corner with leather cuffs on each end, and a leather floggers, hanged on some kind of hooks on the wall—many of them with different colors, looking enough to inflict pain, and soft enough to bring pleasure.
My teeth sunk into the soft texture of my lips as my eyes shifted to an open cupboard where different sizes of dildos were displayed, and I gulped at the extreme sizes of the toys.
“Are you scared baby girl?” His husky voice whispered in my ears, as his hot breath fanned my face, making me jump on my toes unintentionally.
I turned to face him, as he stared at me with those deep pools of green hue’s—as if trying to penetrate deep into my soul, and expecting to find that I have chickened out, but unfortunately, I have already made up my mind a long time ago.
“Not at all sir,”I said timidly, and I watched as his lips tipped up slightly.
“Good girl,” he praised, and damn if that did not make me clench my thighs together again to get some friction.
“Strip!” He said, his stare turning dark, his eyes finally straying away from my face to look at my small cleavage on display, and roamed down to my legs in an appreciative gesture.
“Huh?” I asked, somewhat confused and shy, expecting kisses or something, and not being told to get naked immediately without any foreplay—have I been that ignorant to sex all these years, and do people just go straight into these things nowadays.
“Wrong answer baby girl, now you have to get punished,” he said, and his words sounded funny as I let out an embarrassing snort only to pause when I took in the seriousness in his face, and realized that he did not seem to be joking.
“This is my play room, and when we are in here, everything happens by my rules.
Rule number one : When I ask something of you—you are expected to reply with the term ‘yes sir’ or your safe word only, and failure to do so would attract punishment. Do you get what I am saying?” He asked in a cool voice holding me captive with his mesmeric eyes, making me feel hypnotized to play by his game.
“Do you understand me, baby girl?” He asked again, his voice dropping cold and menacing, and it felt like the room had dropped degrees colder.
“Yes sir,” I answered softly.
“Now strip off those clothes, before I tear them off you, and savor every traitorous second an inch of your beautiful skin is revealed to me—I am not a patient man baby girl.”
“Yes, sir.”