Damn it.
The inside is shocking…
The walls are covered with huge reproductions of pornographic photographs. They do not show faces, just close-ups of human bodies tangled together, intertwined in sexual acts: protruding asses, swollen nipples, erect penises… What the fuck? I blink in disbelief. Yes, the photographs are artistic, black and white; clearly someone put effort into making them aesthetically pleasing, but for fuck’s sake, sex literally jumps out at you here! It almost feels like we have walked into some kind of goddamn temple of porn.
There are also small glass display cases mounted on the walls, and inside them, as if the porn pics weren't enough, there are even more items that fit right into that theme. Dildos,fluffy handcuffs, playfully shaped bottles of lube, and a whole assortment of other sex toys, some kind of anal beads maybe. Sorry, I’m no expert.
All of it is arranged as if these were innocent little decorations meant to add charm to the space. Unfortunately, all they do to me is trigger a wave of heat that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with pressure and stress.
At the front of the module, right by the entrance, there is something resembling a tiny living room, with a small couch clearly meant for only two people sitting very close to each other, a coffee table, and a flat screen mounted on the wall.
But literally four feet behind the couch there is a large double bed.
Gosh, it looks so strange, a bedroom right in the center of the living room.
It is the only bed in the entire module, which means that Eliano and I are going to have to share it.
I swallow hard, feeling a nervous shiver run through me, mixed with the faintest spark of excitement.
The bed is so wide it takes up the entire middle section of the module. Past it, along the wall, there are a few kitchen counters and cabinets, something like a microwave, and a mini fridge.
And then there is the door to the bathroom.
Mr. Miller opens those as well.
What catches my attention immediately is the bathtub. It is clearly meant for two people, maybe even with a jacuzzi system. It is obviously designed to encourage shared time and, of course, erotic activities.
This whole damn decor is actively pushing people to fuck.
Okay, it is not like I did not understand from the beginning why I am here and what the purpose of this program is, buthearing about it and seeing it with my own eyes are two very different things.
I shoot Eliano a probing look and catch him glancing at me at the same moment, a tiny smirk lurking at the corner of his mouth. Asshole. I know exactly what he is thinking right now. He does not seem nearly as scared of what is supposed to happen here. I would bet he has plenty of sexual experience.
Guys like him, handsome, tied to the mafia, trained in combat sports, probably have omegas throwing themselves at their dicks. He is likely already imagining flipping me onto that bed and ramming himself into me.
Yeah, well, he is in for a surprise. I am not going to give in that easily, and I seriously doubt he would force me to do anything against my will.
Looks like celibacy is waiting for you, Eliano.
"Make yourselves at home. You can shower, freshen up, and put your things away," Mr. Miller says, gesturing toward the narrow cabinets running along the wall between the couch and the kitchenette. They are clearly designed to avoid cramming the space.
Out of curiosity, I open one of the cabinets, and to my shock, I find neatly packed bundles of clothing inside. I immediately know what kind of clothing it is. Erotic underwear. Of course it is. What else should I have expected here? I curse under my breath and shut the cabinet again.
Miller does not notice. He is busy showing Eliano a small laptop stored under the coffee table.
"The WiFi password is on the sticker here. Lunch will be in an hour and a half. You already know the way. Just take the promenade to the recreational building, on the right is the dining hall. After the meal, please report to the warden’s office," he says with a broad smile. "Then, both of you will undergo a medical examination."
My face tightens immediately. I do not like that at all. No one has ever examined me like that before, and quite frankly, I have no idea what to expect. This is getting way too real. I do not want to be touched, anywhere, especially notthere.
Eliano, on the other hand, seems completely unfazed. Miller says goodbye and adds, almost as an afterthought, that behind our module there is a small set of outdoor rattan furniture where we can also spend time together, and then he leaves.
For the first time, we are alone.
Eliano turns toward me as if expecting me to say something, but since I stand there with my lips pressed together, he simply crouches down and calmly starts putting his things into one of the cabinets. While doing so, he checks the others and pulls out a set of towels.
"Looks like they have pretty much everything we might need," he murmurs.
Something inside me keeps building until I finally snap.
