Page 44 of Royal Pain
The doors opened and I sucked in my breath. There was a scent of cinnamon and vanilla, a refreshing surprise. As we walked off, the first thing I noticed was a remarkably darker hallway, the sconces as if made in the seventeen hundreds. The wall on one side was painted crimson, the rich color reminding me of blood but not in a creepy way. I was strangely attracted to the environment.
He seemed upbeat, as if this was his favorite part of the club. “First room.” He was grinning when he opened the door, placing one finger across his lips.
The only way to describe the oversized room with dark paneling and the same sconces was that it appeared to be a medieval-style bedroom. Only this was no ordinary bedroom.
There was a huge canopy bed, wooden and so ornate that I could see myself owning one in a heartbeat. The comforter was crimson in color, of course. Throughout the room were various apparatuses and small cages, two with naked, collared submissives inside. Both were women, but on all fours was a plump older man, a strange, studded leather harness moving down both his back and stomach. Holy shit. It appeared his cock and balls were positioned in…
Oh, my God. I’d heard of cock and ball torture, but really?
Gage noticed my gaze, moving behind me as he’d done before. “It would seem Daniel has been a very bad boy.”
I shuddered hearing how seductive his voice was. Yet at that moment, I couldn’t take my eyes off a raven-haired woman in a leather outfit. She reminded me of Elvira, which I wouldn’t dare say. Her voluptuous breasts and nipples were exposed, the corset she was wearing gorgeous.
She was wearing long, shiny black boots with heels and one was planted on poor Daniel’s back. I guess he had indeed been a bad boy.
The worst thing of all was that it appeared a riding crop was positioned in the dominatrix’s hand. The implement was confirmed when she slapped the two tails dangling from the handle against her hand. When she slapped it again, not only did the man jump and whimper, I did as well.
But I couldn’t take my eyes off the couple as she called him a very bad boy and started to spank his bottom. Gage continued to hold me as if I’d flee. I found the entire situation fascinating. He allowed me to stand watching for a few minutes before guiding me away. I almost objected, but he played the master for the night, swatting my bottom. It was oddly what I needed. Not that I would tell anyone.
Before we left, I noticed there were at least three dozen implements attached to the wall, some of them terrifying looking to me. The room was the actualization of ones I’d seen on the internet a long time ago.
My guess was it’d been designed to suit those in a more gothic mood.
The room next door was equally dark and prison-like, especially with there being a larger cage, one that reminded me of an actualjail cell. The room was empty, the flake candles in the sconces flicking.
“You can explore,” he told me and I was tentative. Nothing inside the room was going to hurt me but my God, I felt so out of my element it was ridiculous. I walked further in, running my hands down the steel bars, even tugging on them. What did I think, that they were breakaway?
The entire room was just as daunting, but I found it interesting that I wasn’t scared or apprehensive. There was still a level of excitement coursing through me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an old-fashioned stockade. The kind where someone’s arms and head were shackled, which allowed perfect access for spanking. I touched it before flicking my gaze in his direction. He was amused.
“You wouldn’t use this. Would you?” My question started out rhetorical, but I found myself uncertain. I just didn’t know Gage that well.
He chuckled and seemed so comfortable in his own skin. “Not my style. Often these are used for private pictures, which doesn’t bother me in the least. There are no identifying markers indicating where we are.”
I nodded and moved to the wood X cross. The wood was worn in several areas, but smooth, and the apparatus was almost inviting. While I could tell the piece was old, the shackles used, the thick leather was almost inviting. “This is used?”
“It is. We keep it cleaned and polished for those who prefer an older apparatus. Also not my style.”
“A modern man. Huh?”
He smiled and walked closer, the heat of our combined bodies explosive. Once he was only a few inches away, I was stunned how the electricity was affecting me this evening. Between the excitement of him showing me his world and that of being with the man, I was tingling all over in such a way, it remained difficult to catch my breath.
At times, the man was gentle, acting as if my emotions and my body were fragile. There was also a strange sadness in his eyes I hadn’t seen before, as if the man was hesitant or remembering something from his own past.
He rubbed my face with his fingers flexed open. “I have a question.”
“Of course.” I grabbed his shirt, fisting it as much as was possible. The material was tight on him, which was sexy as well.
“Do you trust me?”
The oddity to that question was that there was no question about it. “Yes.”
“Good girl. Are you ready to try something less stressful, a taste and nothing more?”
“Maybe.” I was.
“Are you eager to have us drawn closer, which is exactly what this lifestyle does?”