Chapter 111
- HAZEL -
“I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere different. I call it my pleasure room.” Those words still echo in my ears, minutes after. Hanging over his body with one hand supporting my ass is me. He carried my weight with him up the stairs like I weigh nothing. That is nice but my wickedness wants him to hold me in this position much longer to see how much those strong arms can take.
“We’re here.” Killian murmurs. I felt the vibration of his voice on my chest. For a weird reason I don’t know, my heart begins pounding in my chest. The place is quiet. Too quiet.
The sound of a key digging into a key hole slid in my ears along with a gentle click as it twists to unlock the door. “Before I open this door, I need to let you know what lays behind.” I shift my torso back a little to look at him. His eyes gleam with desire but a different kind.
“Tell me.” I whisper. He looks serious. I can feel the tip of his dick brushing against my ass and trust me when I say it’s very distracting.
“Ever gotten accustomed to BDSM?” He’s staring straight into my eyes, the seriousness in his tone has me in a chokehold. A gasp leaves my lips.
“Not personally.”
Killian cocks his head to the side, a half smile across his face. “What I call a pleasure room can also be termed a torture room. Depends on how good you choose to be. Still want to go inside?”
Still want to? Hell yes! This gave me a wave of butterflies in my stomach. I want to know what lies behind this door. “Take me in.” I say to him.
“As you wish.” The door slowly creeps open and he steps in. The slam of the door behind him makes me gasp. The room is dark, so dark that I can’t see. Killian drops me in the floor gently. His body slowly leaves mine and I stand in a spot till lights come on. Dark purple lights. My eyes widen. Hung on the wall and in well furnished open cabinets with glass doors are all kinds of leather things I’ve only read about. Cuffs. Different sizes and kinds of cuffs.
My eyes drapes around the room and rests on the whips aligned according to size on a wall hanger, each thicker than the other. Chains and thick ropes. A body lingers behind me as I walk in. “Feel free to gaze around. I’ll broaden your knowledge about anything you need.”