a few more structures to house the possessions in residence, so we can utilize the current rooms for guests. We’ve decided to offer room stays for Owners who have their own possession already.”
“Repeat business,” I explained.
“It’s kind of brilliant,” Memphis said.
Yes. Yes, it was.
Again, all Braelyn’s idea, supported fully by her brother.
Tiegan’s gaze shot to mine. “Interesting.”
Interesting didn’t begin to describe it.
*
Braelyn
“This room has been designed for those guests in mind,” I said as I opened the door. “The ones who’ve already acquired a possession and are looking to vacation with like-minded people.”
Tiegan led the way, Memphis behind her.
I remained back with Talon, watching his expression as much as the others. I’d been preparing for this day, looking forward to showing off the improvements we’d made. I’d even dressed for the occasion, wearing a beautiful sundress, one of many Talon had gifted me with lately. This one was a vibrant orange-red with an elastic band at the waist and a short, flirty skirt. It complimented Talon’s suit nicely, more so because he’d ditched the jacket and rolled up his sleeves before leaving the office.
“Not sure what’s different about this, except it seems almost too traditional,” Tiegan said, walking into the living room and turning to encompass the space.
“That’s the point,” I explained, keying in a few things on the electronic panel.
A second later, a variety of transitions occurred.
The bright, elegant space remained mostly the same, save for some kinky additions. Still a nice room to relax in, but now it was multi-functional.
Talon had taken all our suggestions in stride and, surprisingly, had approved more than I’d expected him to. And yes, I’d spent more time presenting ideas in the past month than I ever had before. Turned out I was good at that, too.
The hidden compartment with the toys still remained, backlit with blue lights, which glinted off the etched glass shelves. On one wall, where an eclectic but rather ordinary design had been, a St. Andrews cross shifted out from the wall, including the necessary hooks for restraints.
“Holy shit,” Tiegan muttered, walking over to inspect it.
Although the large X remained relatively flat to the wall, it was completely functional for its purpose.
In the ceiling, several restraints slid down, the panels closing back, meant to be aesthetically pleasing but giving the guests options for playtime. The credenza, which had waterfall edges originally, had converted into a cage big enough to hold a full-grown man, complete with bars and lock.
Additionally, we were adding a tantric chair in every hotel room, complete with cushioned inserts to allow for a variety of positions to be utilized.
Once Tiegan finished perusing, I led the way to the bedroom.
“This is where we’ve made the most updates,” I informed her.
“I’ll say.”
Without hesitation, she headed for the bed, admiring the four posts, the sheer netting, and plush fabrics. What she seemed most fascinated by was the stockade at the foot of the bed.
“We considered having it rise up during the transformation but worried a malfunction might cause serious injuries. Instead, there’s a padded leather cover that slides beneath the bed to be hidden. The same with the under-bed cage, there’s a leather cover that slides down over the bars to keep them discreet.”
“And this?” she asked, admiring a wooden table on the far side of the room.
“A place to hold personal items,” I said, deadpan.
Her head swung around.
I smiled. “Or it can be converted into a spanking bench.” I nodded toward it. “Complete with a padded cover for comfort.”
“You’ve thought of everything.”
“I got the idea from Talon’s dungeon, actually,” I admitted. “As for the toys and furniture, that was all Ransom.”
She laughed, casting a sideways glance his way. “Into punishment, are you?”
He didn’t respond, but he smirked.
“We wanted to allow options, but not all Owners are interested in BDSM,” I admitted. “This allows them to ignore the extras if they choose, but they’re still there, just in case.”
“Are all the rooms the same?”
“The third and fourth floors are, yes. Different design elements,” Ransom told her, “but basically the same. These’ll be assigned to returning guests or the more reserved new Owners.”
“And those with … kinkier tastes?” Memphis inquired.
“We’re working to convert the current rooms the possessions are in for those. We don’t have one ready yet.”
“What about rooms for new Owners? Ones like Mr. A? Or Laura Dunbar?” Tiegan prompted.
“Right this way,” Ransom said, leading the way.
When Talon took my hand, following the others out of the room, I felt a sense of pride in what we’d designed.