Page 55 of Tasty Cherry
“Hello?” Blackout curtains cover the windows. I can barely see.
“I’m back here,” the voice says.
“Should I turn on the light?”
“Probably. Please don’t laugh.”
Laugh. That sounds like this is embarrassing, but not horrifying.
“I promise.”
I feel around by the door until I find a switch and slide it on.
It’s a nice room, all ruby-red with black accents. There’s a mini kitchen and a bar.
The bed is empty, and so is a strange chair shaped like a triangle with a ledge.
Oh, that’s a sex chair. They must have to clean the heck out of that thing between guests.
I do not envy housekeeping.
The door to the bathroom is open. I flip on that light, but there’s no one in the ruby crystal interior. It’s opulent and sexy and stirring just to be here.
There’s another door, also slightly ajar. I push it open. “Are you in here?”
“Yes.”
The light in this room is blood-red, and occasionally, lightning strikes from a strobe in the corner. A subtle rainstorm is piped in, with thunder cracking at random intervals.
I finally make out the form of a woman by the back wall. She’s stark naked, and her legs are spread with a bar between them.
One arm is in the air, handcuffed to the wall.
The other waves at me.
I hurry over. “Are you okay? Injured? Did someone leave you here?”
She laughs. “I was a bad, bad girl, and this is what happens when you’re a sub who doesn’t obey. But he left hours ago, and I think something might have happened. Or else he really is done with me.”
I examine the handcuff, my gaze rocketing away from her flowing breasts and the spread legs. “Is there a key?”
“He probably has it on him. But it’s a hotel-issue. I assume there’s a spare somewhere?”
“I’ll find out.” I glance down at the bar on her legs. “What about that?”
“Same problem.”
“Hotel-issue?”
She nods.
“Okay, so one, possibly two spare keys. Can I make you more comfortable while I find them?”
“Something to cover myself, maybe? And my cell phone. It’s by the bed in the other room. Thankfully there was a hotel phone I got to.”
I spot the boxy phone, the receiver still off. I don’t know how she stretched to reach it, but she must have called the front desk with it.
I hurry to the other room to gather the bedspread and retrieve her phone. “Here you go.” I hand her the phone and slide the cover over her.