At the top floor, I stepped ahead and reached for the door.
“I think you’ll find this room more interesting than my office,” I murmured as I opened it.
She moved closer immediately, curiosity overriding caution as she peered inside.
Her eyes widened.
They darted across the room, trying to absorb everything at once. When she finally stepped inside, her gaze drifted upward, taking in the ornate ceiling.
Dark mahogany walls framed the space, the deep wood contrasting sharply with the rich red furniture. Gold detailing curled through the ceiling design, catching the light and glinting like something sacred against the surrounding shadows.
It shone like a beacon.
Her fingers trailed along the polished wood of the couch before drifting lower, brushing the red velvet upholstery.
“Wow,” she breathed, already moving deeper into the room.
I closed the door behind us.
Her attention shifted to the thick chain hanging from the ceiling. She reached up, wrapping her fingers around the cool metal.
“This is—”
She stopped mid-sentence.
“Oh,” she gasped softly, dropping the chain.
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face as she approached the mechanical gliding machine. The device moved with smooth, deliberate precision, the attached dildo thrusting upward with each motion.
One could literally fuck themselves on it.
She placed her hand on the seat and pushed it gently, watching the mechanism move.
The dick appeared.
Then disappeared.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.“It’s like twenty-three years’worth of Christmases and birthdays combined.”
“I don’t think you’ll enjoy everything we do here, Stella,” I said calmly.“Some of our exercises will be about control.”
She turned to look at me over her shoulder, her lips forming a pout of obvious disappointment.
Then the meaning of my words sank in.
Her expression fell.
It wouldn’t be tonight.
Tonight was about giving Stella what she needed.
She had waited a year and seven months. Long enough for frustration to turn sharp, for curiosity to turn reckless.
It was best to show her my good side first.
The darker parts of me could remain where they belonged for now—lurking quietly in the deepest corners of my mind, patient and waiting.
I leaned back slightly, watching as she drifted from one toy to the next, her curiosity pulling her around the room like a magnet. She paused at each one, studying it with fascination before moving on again.
