whores, afraid it would freak them out.
I gripped her hair and pulled her head back until she looked me in the eye. “You want this? Want all of me? Every dark, twisted part?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Want to know why they call me Beast? Be sure, Tink.”
“I’m sure.”
I pulled free of her body and smacked her ass. “Then let’s dry off and go downstairs.”
Her brow furrowed. “Downstairs?”
“Ever notice the locked door?”
She nodded. “I figured it was an office or something.”
More along the lines of the or something. She’d find out soon enough. I shut off the water and briskly dried the both of us. Opening the closet, I yanked out a duffle bag I’d been prepping the last week, on the off chance my old lady ever got adventurous enough to try a few things. I carried it downstairs and led her to the locked room. It wasn’t an ordinary knob and latch. It required a code to gain access.
“They call me Beast because the women have always said I’m a beast in bed. I’ve always been a little rough when it comes to sex.” Her eyes narrowed. “You wanted to know, Tink. I want honesty between us, remember? What I’m about to show you is a side of me I don’t share with anyone else, or haven’t in a really long time.”
I punched in the numbers and pushed the door open, then flicked on the lights.
I heard her sharp inhalation as she stepped over the threshold, her eyes wide as she took everything in. I’d discovered what a few women had called my darker side at a rather young age, shortly after my wife had passed. At the time, I’d had a much older woman who showed me the ropes, no pun intended. Since then, I hadn’t trusted anyone enough to share this part of my life with them. I’d known Charlotte would never be able to handle it, assuming she’d ever accepted anything more than friendship from me, so I’d kept the few pieces I’d had made under lock and key in a storage room. Then I’d built this house and set up this room in the hopes I’d get to use it someday.
I’d come in here a few times, made sure the place stayed clean and ready on the off chance I ever found someone to share it with. Now my old lady was eyeing the space while she chewed on her lower lip. I reached out and tugged it from between her teeth, worried she’d make herself bleed.
“Still up for it, Tink?” I asked.
“Yeah, I think I am, just… go slow. I’ve read about some of this stuff, but I never thought I’d actually try it. I trust you, Eric. I’d never let anyone else bring me to a place like this. Just keep that in mind.”
I nodded and motioned to a small bench. “Why don’t we start there?”
It was my favorite piece. One I’d designed myself and paid a fuck ton to have made to my specifications. I honestly didn’t need anything else in this room as long as I had this one piece of furniture. Although, I was eager to try out everything in here, as long as Lyssa was willing.
She walked over and I shut the door, making sure it locked again in case anyone stopped by the house uninvited. I set the bag down and unzipped it. The rasp was loud in the otherwise quiet room. Deciding I needed to change the atmosphere a bit, I lit a row of candles on a cabinet across the room, and another set on the opposite side of the room before I shut off the light. The flames flickered and cast a soft glow on the space. Lyssa visibly relaxed, and I knew I’d done the right thing.
“Tink, I’m going to give you a choice starting out. You want to be tied down, or free to move?”
“Um. Maybe free to move? Wait.” She looked around, probably trying to figure out what I was about to do to her. “Tie me down.”
“I won’t be using ropes. To be completely transparent, no one has used anything in this room. It’s all brand new, and I’ve never trusted anyone enough to bring them in here. Same for the stuff in the bag. The few things I’ve opened I’ve only used on you.”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I positioned her body the way I wanted her, with her tits hanging over the padded top, the leather