I try not to drool over this man as he sits back on his elbows, on the bench in front of the bed.
“Well, where do you want to start?”
Where do I want to start? I want to do it all. Everything I’ve watched and been curious about when we’ve gone to Club Desire. The whole nine yards.
I chew my lip trying to decide on an actual answer. This place is larger than his master bedroom and fully equipped for a sex play dream.
I don’t know why I was so surprised the first time he brought me in here. This place is better than any red room. I like that it’s dark and sensual. Mixes of black and gray make up the wall colors and furnishings.
The four-poster bed sits on a platform in the center of the room, anchoring the space. It has a black leather tufted headboard—the masculine feature gives the room a bold statement. Actually, it’s the bed and the mirrored half wall that rises up behind it.
A large boxed like mirror that spans most of the bed is suspended above from black chains similar to a light fixture or something. All the other bondage furniture fits in the room as if a designer strategically placed them into the design. Pleasing to the eye and functional.
This place puts Club Desire to shame. There’s a bondage board, swing, a bench, bondage cross, a sex wheel, this box like table that has grabbed my attention a number of times. The thing looks like a piece of normal furniture—a simple coffee table—but with its padded base and the hole in the center, I know it’s anything but.
That’s just the start of what’s in here. This room was built for pleasure and tranquility. Water features run in front of the display shelves that hold toys and accessories.
Does he think he can purify himself before and after the kinky shit he does?
I snort at my thoughts.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I say.
He gives me a curious look but doesn’t push. I look around the room, still deciding. When I turn fully, the water and platform behind me come into view.
You should always be in control. Allow him to think he is, but you’re always topping mentally… Always. Be. Teasing.
“I want you in ties,” I say without turning.
“Is that right?” The lust in his voice causes me to face him. He’s now leaning forward as if he’s ready to pounce. The desire in his voice is reflected in his eyes. “What do you plan to do with me?”
“You said this is about my pleasure, right? My one free day to control before I hand it all to you.”
He nods and licks his lips.
“I want to break you,” I say with a slick smile.
He releases a laugh that lights his entire face. Laugh lines around his eyes, head back slightly, Adam’s apple bobbing, sparkle in his eyes and all, so sexy. That golden gaze takes me in from head to toe.
Seeming pleased with what he sees, he nods his assent. He reaches for the controller he tossed on the bed and presses something. Suddenly, one of the water features slows to a stop, fully revealing the wall behind it.
“The silk ties are in the top drawer, rope and zip ties in the second and third,” he says, not taking his eyes off of me. I start to move for the drawers and shelves. “Oh, and Roni.”
I look over my shoulder. “Yeah.”
“Good luck, princess,” he says with a wink as he leans back against his elbows once again.
I scoff and rock my jaw. Challenge accepted. I’m determined to make him lose it. John is able to hold back orgasms for hours. He prides himself on it. I want to own his ass.
With a smile on my lips, I open the top draw and pull out two ties. I laugh to myself, those stupid app videos I watched out of boredom pop into my head and I put one back. Silk in hand, I prance back over to John.
I climb onto his lap and he grasps my waist. His dick pulses against my butt cheeks. We lock eyes and I know I have this in the bag.
“Do you have music in here?”
“Yes.” He grabs the controller and hands it over, then taps at the buttons. “Music panel comes up when you press this. It syncs with our phones. I added yours earlier.”