"Here it is" she said.
We stopped in front of the large white doors at the end of the hall, the ones she'd explicitly told me never to enter.
"What is this, mistress?" I asked.
"This is what I like to call my playroom" she said.
"Playroom?" I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have children, Miss Delacourt?"
"Not that kind of playing" she said softly, her lips stretching into a naughty grin that made my blood hot.
She pulled a silver key out of her cleavage, then slid it into the lock. With a breeze of cold air, the doors opened.
I followed her inside, and was met with an eruptive burst of red. Everything, the walls, the floor, the bed on the other side, everything was the color of blood. Scattered about the room were several structures that resembled medieval torture devices. A rack of whips, riding crops, and similar looking things were neatly displayed on the walls.
"What is this place?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself. The place had aura of intensity, evil laced with allure.
"I have had many lovers in the past" she said. "This is the place where I bring the ones I deem worthy."
I turned to her, eyebrows raised. "You're a sadist?"
"I'm a Dom" she said. "I inflict pain for the purpose of pleasure, my own and that of him I hurt."
My eyes glazed over the room. I had heard of this kind of stuff before. BDSM. Bondage discipline dominant submission sadomasochism. Lance had mentioned it in passing, crude jokes about tying girls up and spanking them. But I never thought much beyond that.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.
A low, soft chuckle rumbled in Rose's throat. She paced around me, running her fingers over my chest and shoulders.
"As I said last night" she said. "I have been looking for someone like you for a long time, Mr. Luxembourg. A young man who could serve me, in ways beyond just cleaning carpets. But it's hard to find men who enjoy submitting to a woman. You, on the other hand, seem to have no problem with putting down your ego and bending to another."
"I only try to be a humble person"
"Something I have yet to find in a man." She stood in front of me. Her hands wrapped around my head, running her fingers through my hair. Her lips barely brushed mine. "For that reason, I have chosen you, Thomas Luxembourg. I want you to join me in here. Along with being my butler by day, you will be my lover. My slave. My submissive."
"You want to hurt me? I thought you liked me."
"I want to hurt you because I like you."
"I...I don't know..."
She stepped away from me. As she did, she let go of my head, leaving me feeling cold and empty.
"I will not push you. If there is one thing that I despise, it is a lover who is not sincere. For that reason, we will have a preamble. Tomorrow, I will come home, and you will join me in this room. I will give you one night to experience the things I have in mind. And then, you can decide whether you want this. If not, you will continue work as my butler and nothing else."
I pondered the offer for some time, turning it over in my mind. This whole bondage idea was so unfamiliar, yet mysterious. And Rose...
I looked at her, and she gave me a considerate smile. She was perfect, a goddess on earth. And last night had been the most blissful ecstasy I had ever experienced. How could I ever, ever say no to her?
"Yes, mistress"
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The Billionairess (The Billionairess, #1)
RomanceThomas Luxembourg has had little success in romance. Skinny, socially awkward, and working as a busboy, he doesn't possess the alpha male qualities girls seem to like, and believes no woman would want a guy like him. Enter Rose Delacourt. Beautiful...
