Not safe for the Heart

♥️Chapter 4 ♥️

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The painting room was Sloane's idea. He was inspired from greek sculptures of the Mythical Gods. Majestic Celestials who toyed with humans to pass time. There were a few imitations of marble sculptures of Gods and domineering angels with their large wings peering down on the mortals. The room was dim with a collection of candles on the floor. Large pillars towering leading to a ceiling filled with murals of a blushing sky and angels singing in the clouds.

Sloane personally picked out five artists who were experts in paining the nude as well as discreet. The painters wore blue masks and were dressed in the theme to match that of the Ancient Gods, white robes and golden leaves in their hair. Each painter had their own section but this was an open room and already filled with other people, touching, exploring and clothes off.

In the past he may have felt bad to spend so much money, millions of dollars on this room alone. But thinking about the bitterness of the last week, Sloane did not feel sorry at all. Besides it was Cameron who blew most of the budget then it was Ren who went crazy with decorations.

Sex was about pleasure and a Sadomasochistic relationship was about the shift in power. Ironically, a company functions in a similar way. Money and rewards could provide the same result as pleasure and power. With this, Seth was able to build an empire of like minded people, giving them an extension of their desired life style. Something no other company can provide. Those who view life as a game and glory which stemmed from pleasure. Nothing is real, even money was an illusion.

The Secretary chose the only empty section, the painter bows and gestures for the chair. He thought he would tease Seth a little in his absence. Brattiness was contagious and from being around Cameron for too long, he was picking up habits.

"Will you be using this one alone?" A man with a set of bells around his collar looked up at Sloane. He recognised him as one of the directors.

"Alvin, I was only intending to look around." Sloane cleared his throat. Even though they were all wearing masks, since they work together and see each other everyday, they were still able to recognise each other.

"Sloane, would you like to join us this evening? We tried to send a formal request previously, but we were turned down. Perhaps you have a change of heart?" Daniel who was Alvin's dominant suggested.

"I-" Sloane started.

"We will be using this one. Alone." Sloane followed the voice with his eyes as he felt arms wrap around him. He knew from the scent. From the sound of his voice and how their bodies fitted perfectly together. The man who wore a red mask was his master, just a touch and Sloane w. "So wait for the next one available."

The two scurry off immediately when Seth waved them away. Sloane poured two glasses of Prosecco from the table nearby and handed one to Seth. "I called you and left messages."

Sloane finished his glass in one gulp. He was still upset even as Seth kissed him along his neck. "I left my phone in a hurry. I've ordered a new phone, the staff will bring it later, so call me and text me as much as you want."

"Who said I will do that?" Sloane glanced at the full glass in Seth's hand.

"How long will you punish me for kitten?" He asked softly before taking a sip and putting his drink to the side.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Sloane raised his eyebrow, he looked at Seth's hand the bandages were off.

"That day on the racing track-"