The Playroom

Chapter Five

W ith a loud jarring crash, the door flew open, slamming against the wall and sending vibrations through the room. The sound echoed off the walls like a gunshot, rattling nearby shelves. Leo and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we stumbled into my apartment, our bodies pressed together in a frenzy of lust. Our kiss was deep and insatiable, barely giving us a chance to catch our breath.

“Oh fuck, Leo,” I managed between kisses, feeling his body grind against mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His touch was electric, and every point of contact seemed to burn.

Leo grunted, pulling me closer, “There was a reason I wanted to come up, mister,” he said playfully, his lips never straying from mine, “Am I coming on too strong, though?”

I shook my head, barely able to form words, “No, you’re not just fine,” I whispered, “I’ve been wanting you so badly, Leo,” I admitted, my hands tracing the contours of his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath my fingers.

“Good,” he said, a small smile playing in his lips, "Because I feel like I can’t hold back anymore.”

His hands moved to my waist, lifting me slightly, and he maneuvered us to the couch. I followed his lead as anticipation thrummed through me.

He sat down, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, feeling his hands slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing against my bare skin. My breath caught, and I leaned down, capturing his lips again in a kiss that was tender.

“Alexa, turn on the living room lights and dim to sixty percent,” I dictated, in such a commanding voice.

“Okay,” a disembodied voice acknowledged.

The soft glow bathed the room, adding to the intimacy of the moment. Leo’s eyes met mine, filling me with something deeper than lust—something that made my heart stutter in my chest.

“I Love what you’ve done here,” he said.

His gaze swept over the deep blue couch, its plush cushions looking inviting against the soft gray walls. A rustic wooden coffee table sat in front of it, scattered with a few art books, candles, and a ceramic bowel filled with polished stones.

The walls were adorned with framed prints—abstract art mixed with a few personal photos, giving the space both character and warmth. A large, leafy plant stood in the corner, its green leaves vibrant in the dim light, adding life to the room.

Nearby, an open bookshelf displayed a collection of books, small sculptures, and mementoes, each item carefully placed as if it told a story of its own.

The apartment itself was a mix of styles—modern touches combined with rustic lived-in charm.

“Thanks,” I replied, my fingers tangling in his hair.”

“There was a reason I wanted to come up, mist,” he said playfully, changing the topic.

“Do tell?”

His expression grew serious, and he shifted slightly, his hands resting on my waist, “As you know, I’m interested in you—really interested. And you also know me as Master Leo.”

I nodded.

“If things between us become more than just...this,” he gestured between us, “then there’s a good chance I’ll want to introduce you to my playroom.”

My breath caught and I pulled back slightly to look at him, “Playroom?”

Leo nodded, his eyes searching mine, “I want you to see what I’m inviting you into. Not now, and not without your consent—never without that. But I want to be honest with you about what being with me could mean.”

I swallowed, my mind racing. The idea terrified me.

His words hung in the air between us, heavy and full of meaning. Playroom. It wasn’t like I hadn’t considered the possibility, but hearing him say it out loud made it real. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that.

“Leo, I’m not really into the whole ships and chains scene. Most guys have called me, well...pretty vanilla, if I’m being honest,” I admitted, feeling flush creep up my neck.

Why did I say that?

No man wants to hear that kind of sexual information about another person, especially if they haven’t had sex yet. God, I’m such an idiot.

Leo didn’t budge.

He smiled as the corners of his eyes crinkled, his look devouring me and didn’t look put off, “You know, I happen to love vanilla,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly tone.

I blinked, taken aback, "You do?”

Then he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin, “Because with vanilla...you can add any damn filthy flavor you want,” he softly said, his teeth gently grazing my earlobe, making my body tremble.

Heat rushes through me. Leo has this way of making everything sound so much more than it was—like he could take something simple and turn it into something thrilling, something tantalizing. And jeez, him just nibbling a little on my ear, with his voice in a low purr makes me want to say yes to the invitation.

“You...you want me to see your playroom?” I said, biting my bottom lip.

Leo rested back on the couch again, his eyes flicking to my lips, “Yes. I want you to see what I’m inviting you to,” he said, his hands now resting on my thighs, fingers gently squeezing.

“Is there going to be some kind of contract?” I asked, half-joking, trying to lighten the mood.

Leo pulled back slightly, cocking his head in a puzzled expression before he chuckled, “A contract?”

I nodded, feeling a little sheepish, “Sorry, thought I was being flirty with you and trying to be serious at the same time. But yeah, if you and I establish something and introduce the playroom, knowing I’m comfortable with it, is there a contract I have to read and sign?”

Leo laughed, the sound deep and rich, “Hate to burst your fantasy bubble, but there’s no contract. I’m not some billionaire with unresolved trauma who punishes submissives for kicks. And I’m certain you're not a naive rebellious closeted submissive who's determined to fix a broken man.”

A small laugh exerted from me, “Can’t blame a guy for asking.”

Leo’s mood lightened and I could tell my intentions were pure—it’s kind of nice to see him not get so defensive for once, or any man at that.

“You’re gonna have to guide me through this...educate me.”

"BDSM is a deeply fulfilling and enlightening dynamic between a dominant figure and a submissive partner,” Leo started to explain, “It allows people to explore boundaries, desires, and fears in safe space, fostering stronger intimacy and connection with your partners.”

“Fears?” I asked, raising an eyebrow

“Dominants, with consent, can perform certain acts that elicit fear on the submisive—some get off on feeling that fear, while others see it as a way to overcome personal challenges, like panic attacks or anxiety. It’s all about trust.”

“Would you ever do that to me?”

“If my submissive requested it and we discussed boundaries thoroughly, then yes, I would.”

Talking about this seemed to bring such joy to Leo’s face and being able to discuss this part of himself. And what about me? Just spending a few hours with Leo, there’s no reason we couldn’t click, however, the BDSM dynamic could potentially stand between us.

Could I be submissive?

“What are the roles of a dom and sub? How do they contribute to each other in the dynamic?”

“Don’t worry about that now. All your questions will be answered, handsome,” Leo said, with a smile, “But it’s actually time for me to go.”

Leo shifted me off of him and stood up from the couch making his way toward my front door. I followed, feeling a sense of unease. This was completely out of character for me, and even Trey or Emily would agree if they knew what Leo had just proposed.

Whips.

Devices.

Pain.

Fear.

Was I really considering giving Leo my consent, after just a first date, and allowing him to act on his desires? I wasn’t sure if I even knew what I wanted out of this or BDSM fantasies to try out.

This is a lot to take in.

“Is everything okay? I can see on your face there’s a bit of worry,” Leo asked in a concerned tone, placing a hand on my arm.

It’s things like him touching me and making me feel...feel safe that causes me to cave and forget everything else.

“Of course. When can I see you again?” I said, instantly changing my demeanor.

“Let’s have dinner Friday night, unless you have other plans?”

“Wide open!”

“I’ll pick you up around six then,” he confirmed.

“I don’t think I can wait that long,” I flirted, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

Leo’s lips curled upward, his teeth perfectly aligned and gleaming. The man is simply beautiful, no matter what lighting he was in.

“Is that so?” he asked, gripping my waist.

Without saying another word, he brushed his lips against my neck, sending delicious shivers through me. With each kiss, I let out a soft moan.

He then hungrily trailed his lips down my body until ending up on his knees, facing my waist. Leo lifts my shirt, exposing my stomach, and continues kissing with fervent desire.

“That feels so good,” I tell him, closing my eyes and gently resting my head back.

“Glad you're enjoying it. Sit back on the couch for me,” he said.

“Is that an order?”

“Yes it is.”

Doing as I was told without question, I rested myself on the back end of the couch, enjoying every savory kiss Leo gave me. His pleasure seemingly matching my own, making me moan.

Is this what it means to be a submissive? I just followed an order from Leo, and it didn’t feel negative or unpleasant. This might be vanilla for him, just the tip of the BDSM iceberg—but I’m finding myself wanting more.

The thought of being in a room with him, bound by rope or handcuffs while he inflicts pleasurable pain or even fucking deep in my ass using me in any way he pleases actually sounds incredibly hot.

Peering down at his face, I watch as he is consumed by a carnal desire. Before I could let out another moan, Leo unzips my jeans and pulls them down, along with my underwear. My aching cock sprang free, and he deeply devours it in his mouth with fierce passion.

Pleasure engulfs my entire being, driving me to the edge as his skilled mouth plays with me. His tongue vigorously caresses my sensitive tip relentlessly, taking every inch.

“Fuck,” I moan loudly, bracing myself on the couch.

My eyes follow his movements as he goes down deeper on my cock.

I could feel the back of his throat when he took me all the way in. In the past, I’ve had complaints of guys unable to blow my seven and half inches— average in length but girthy. I assumed most people had a sensitive gag reflex.

Not Leo.

He takes all of it with such thoroughness, making sure no part of me went untouched.

Breaking away, Leo said, “I don’t want you to be alarmed.”

“Alarmed?” I softly say.

And just like that, he cupped my balls in his hand, tugging them gently. My head whipped back into a frenzy, “Fuck!” I exclaimed.

The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My breath became shallow and Leo then continued going down on me, this time a bit more rapid. My god, what was this man doing to me? His kisses are one thing, but his blowjobs are a whole other level.

“Leo, your mouth feels so good,” I told him.

He tugs a bit harder.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

I wanted to grab his blonde hair, letting my fingers tangle in it, but I hesitated, not wanting to disrupt his focus and attention.

“Are you getting close, Drew?” he asked, giving his mouth a break.

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” I tell him, my breath still shallow.

His gaze bore into mine, filled with unbridled lust. Leo gave my raging cock a few strokes and then his mouth, going deeper and harder.

My climax surged with each passing second, the uncertainty of what Leo desired added a thrilling edge to my arousal. His gaze held a fiery intensity, and the anticipation of what he might do next pushed me even closer. Every stroke of his hand, every flick of his tongue, left me trembling, yearning to know how he planned to finish me off.

“I’m about to cum, Leo,” I moaned.

Reaching for my throbbing cock, Leo forcefully pinned my hands down, leaving me at his mercy. Was he going to have me cum in his mouth? It would be the first time, and the thought made my heart race. I felt almost innocent, like a virgin experiencing something intensely intimate for the first time. Cumming in someone’s mouth, knowing Leo was taking all of me, filled me with both nervousness and excitement.

“Fuuuuuccckkkk!!!!” I yelled.

My head snapped back, and my eyes rolled as I felt my cock pulsed, shooting hot streams of cum into Leo’s warm mouth as he sucked me off.

This can’t be happening.

A couple of weeks ago, I met Leo in a warehouse fronting for a BDSM dungeon called Wonderland. He had stood in front of me, acting as though every word that left my lips was offensive leading up to tonight. We bumped into each other at a bar, listening to live music, talking up a storm that led to walking me home, telling me I was the one he was interested in, making out and him now blowing me and cumming in his mouth.

This doesn’t happen to just anyone, does it?

Coming down from my sexual high, my eyes wandered back to Leo, who was licking every drop my cock produced and slowly relinquished control over my balls.

I watched him swallow my load.

That had to be the hottest thing I’ve seen a man do in front of me. Don’t get me wrong, there’s porn, but it doesn’t compare to witnessing it in real life.

Leo then slid my jeans and underwear back up before standing and taking a minute to compose ourselves.

“I have a favor to ask,” Leo said, fixing his shirt and hair.

“Anything,” I replied.

“It’s a strange favor, but I pride myself on keeping personal and business separate.”

“Am I business?”

“Not at all. Why would you think that?”

Leo pulled me closer to emphasize his point.

“You and I—what just happened, what’s to come—is far from transactional. The reason I ask is because people tend to attack the BDSM community. They think it’s a brother or something of that nature. Nothing against sex work, but there’s still a stigma. And the less people know who runs the facility, the better off Wonderland is for any dom or sub who steps through those doors. Basically, I’m asking to not really tell people about me or Wonderland.”

That explains why Emily or anyone else, except for Lady Scarlet, are in the dark about Master Leo’s identity. What’s with the illusion? What’s the worst that could happen if people know who he is? I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a deeper reason. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became, and I realized there might be far more to his past than he was letting on.

“Leo, you have nothing to worry about,” I said.

A sense of relief overcame Leo. It wasn’t like I was going to unexpectedly turn around and spill about Wonderland. As he mentioned, it was all about trust, and if there was a chance of me experimenting as a submissive—not saying I was one—then a foundation had to be built.

Like any relationship, honestly.

“Would you like my number?” Leo asked.

“Nah, let’s keep doing these random chance meetings and come back to my place to fool around. I rather enjoyed it, “I joked sarcastically, “Of course I want your number.”

I pulled my phone out from my jacket pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to Leo who decided at that very moment to take a silly selfie of himself with one eye closed and his tongue sticking out as his contact photo.

“What was that?”

“Haven’t you’ve seen anybody take a cute photo for you before?”

“Nothing like that,” I said.

Leo handed back my phone, “Well, I expect one from you when you text me.”

“We’ll see,” I flirted.

“I should be heading out.”

“Umm,” I started to say.

“What’s up?”

“Do you want to use some mouthwash before you go?”

He slid both of his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, stepping closer to me, locking his gaze with mine, “I think I’ll savor the taste of you on the Uber ride home.”

There was something seductive in the way he said it—like he was claiming a part of me, refusing to let it go. He planted a kiss on my lips, his tongue briefly tasing mine, just enough to leave me in a haze of disbelief before he turned and walked out my front door.

Alone in my apartment, the silence felt heavy, my skin still tingling where his lips had touched me.

What did that man just say to me?

I hurdled over the couch and lied down. I was about to overthink tonight’s spicy encounter—but instead, I allowed myself to reminisce about Leo and the date ahead.