After I made one more status update call with the entire protective detail team assigned to the important task of watching my family, I made my regular rounds throughout the club, stopping in to check on Miss Divo.
I wanted to check in on her after the heated conversation we had this morning. She was calm but I knew better than to test her patience. She is fiery and quick to reignite to jump into action, one of my favorite things about her.
“Hey brat, I’m gonna be busy tonight, I need you to be my eyes andears ok? Keep everybody in line.” A grin curled my lips into a smirk. She very much enjoyed being the leader and taking charge when I needed help.
“You know I got you, Big Dawg,” and I trusted that she did.
“You gonna be here in the building?” She glanced at the ceiling, implying I was going to be utilizing the room I had custom made for myself, the room equipped with top of the line bondage gear and props an experienced Dom like me better have in their playroom.
“Get to work!” I growled at her as I turned to walk out of her office.
“Hmph. That wasn’t a no.” She huffed and yelled at me just before the door shut behind me.
My Red Room at the club went unused for the majority of its existence. There have only been a handful of women that I have allowed in there, to experience my Dom mastery of all things BDSM. Then there is the inevitable rumor mill that starts churning about what exactly happens upstairs, some of them outlandish, others simply impossible. This mask I wear at all times combined with the mystery of what actually is inside all make for some pretty wild stories. My Playroom really has developed a reputation all on its own. Subs that do decide to see what it’s like to play with me are required to sign an NDA so I know for sure whatever rumors I hear are just that – made up lies.
Soon, and much to my excitement, it would be Miss Delaney experiencing all the intense pleasure that my Redroom had to offer. I smiled to myself picturing her tied to an X Cross bound by her hands and ankles just like she saw when we toured the club and first saw the activities in the pleasure dungeon. Maybe I’d replay that scene for her, or maybe I’d create a whole new scene to enact, the possibilities were endless and I wanted to try all of them with her.
My cock twitched at the idea of hours and hours of nothing but pure pleasure. The sounds that would escape from her lovely lips as I brought her to ecstasy over and over again, watching her bodywrithe in absolute satisfaction, showing her the many ways her body could release all her pent up tension when she lets everything go and succumbs to me.
This is going to be fun…
Delaney
My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear the thud of the bass from the DJ downstairs. When Trevor brought me upstairs he unlocked the room and quickly walked away. He didn’t even come inside, I suppose it may have to do with some unspoken rule Dallas has for his staff. A privacy thing maybe?
I walked in and locked the door behind me. All around me was red. Recessed lights shone on the scarlet walls, giving off a dramatic ambience to the room.
I chuckled to myself suddenly feeling less nervous and more excited as I recalled the text.
Once there, you are to shower and change into the outfit that will be waiting for you.
I looked around, my eyes landing on a closed door. I padded over to it and twisted the knob, slowly. When the door opened, it wasn’t the bathroom behind it but a storage closet. No, maybe a display closet?Inside was row after row and drawer after drawer of leather straps, handcuffs, floggers, whips, chains, collars, ropes, and so many more unfamiliar toys that I was completely ignorant about.
I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my lips in anticipation.
I walked into the enormous closet that had the same lighting as the main area. Curious and excited, I decided to explore a little bit. There was no rule about snooping, at least not one I was privy to, yet.
I pulled open the first drawer and saw trinkets of all different sizes. Some were metal and some appeared to be a more malleable material like silicone. I remembered the contract details being asked if I had an allergy to silicone. I thought it was just regarding condoms…
I picked up a metal one and held it in the palm of my hand. It was much heavier than I expected it to be in my palm. On one end it was flat with a pink gem the size of a quarter on it and on the other side it was rounded. It had a similar look to a vibrator but still it was… different. I laid it carefully back in its place.
After closing the drawer I backed out of the closet, careful not to disturb anything else. I closed the door behind me and when I turned around I smacked right into a brick wall of a chest. The squeal that escaped me was embarrassing as the sudden impact nearly knocked me down but just in time, a brawny arm wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground.
“Someone has a hard time following directions, wouldn’t you say?” Dallas, asked rhetorically, in a tone that was stern and commanding.
He was in “the scene” and that was obvious.
“I was just… I thought it was…are you mad at me?” The words stumbled out of my mouth nervously like a child caught in the cookie jar before dinner.
I let out a small giggle.
He stepped toward me eliminating any space between us. His bulge pressed firmly against my stomach. “Do I need to teach you a lessonon the importance of following Daddy’s instructions?”
His threat did something to me. I instinctively squeezed my thighs together at the thought of being punished by this sexy brute of a man whose face was still hidden behind the mask he wore like a second skin whenever he was near other people, even me. I didn’t know what turned me on more in this moment, the thoughts that bulldozed over any logic I had left inside my head or the breathy groan he released into my ear.
I lowered my head, dropping my gaze downwards, conforming to the scene.
So this is what his Red Room is all about…
