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.