The Playroom

Chapter Twenty-Six

T he gravel crunched beneath the tires as we pulled up to the entrance, the sign above brightly lit in white neon of a rabbit. Kyle sat beside me in the passenger seat, still pointing the revolver steadily at me. His lips curled into a grin that bordered on a smirk once he knew we arrived.

“Ready for your master?” He asked, looking at me with eyes alight with mischief.

He was trying to get a reaction out of me, and damn it, it was working. I just didn’t need Kyle to know how much he was getting under my skin or that I wanted to scream at him.

”I’m ready, sir,” I said.

He stepped out of the car, and he quickly walked around to my side of the car to join me, letting me out, his hand briefly brushing my lower back. It was a light, casual touch, but still left me feeling uncomfortable. It felt as if I were his prized possession.

The entrance was just the same, except no Leo. He had shown me how to access Wonderland and how to get to his apartment rather than him coming down and letting me in.

Following the steps, I pushed on the wall where a keypad appeared and I entered the code that instantly unlocked the front entrance as neon lights lit the hallway.

“Go ahead,” he said, nudging me forward.

I moved forward, feeling Kyle’s gaze burn into my back, while he had the gun pointed to my side, letting me know just how little control I had in this situation. The neon glow casted an eerie, trance-like quality over the hallway, as if I were descending into a twisted version of reality—which, in a sense, I was.

Wonderland had grown on me, feeling like an escape when I was with Leo, a place I’ve come to know as a safe space. Now, with Kyle behind me, it felt more like a rabbit hole I might not return from.

Reaching the end and turning right, I pulled the large portrait from the wall, exposing the door to Leo’s apartment. Kyle was completely mesmerized, much like I was the first time.

Entering the code again, the door unlocked allowing us access.

I looked back at him.

”Go on, show Leo’s dungeon.”

Pushing the door open, a creak echoed off the dimly lit walls as the familiar scent of Leo’s apartment rushed me. It was a blend of something spicy—cologne, cedar wood, and a touch of leather.

The scent was Leo.

Usually comforting, the scent tonight felt like a haunting reminder of what I might lose. Stepping over the threshold, Kyle’s eyes darted across the room, taking in the comforting surroundings.

Kyle let out a low whistle behind me, “Leo really does have a flair for theatrics, doesn’t he?”

His fingers found their way against my back again, urging me to lead the way.

“Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart,” he said, dripping with mockery.

Swallowing down my unease, feeling the tightness in my throat, I tried to steady myself. My feet moved almost mechanically, each step roared the hallway leading to Leo’s dungeon, feeling heavier than the last.

The dungeon is a place where I found both vulnerability and strength with Leo. I had given myself over in that room, learning to test him, to show him the sides of me that I had never dared reveal to anyone else. It has been liberating, a beautiful surrender making me feel seen, understood, and cherished. But tonight, all of it was going to be erased and replaced by a gnawing dread that twisted my insides.

That room was no longer going to be about trust; rather about survival.

The door to the dungeon was closed, but I knew it wasn’t locked. Turning the handle, it swung open with ease. The room came to life, dimly lit with pink neon lights. Everything was in its place, as it always had been.

Looking at it now, with Kyle here, didn’t feel the same.

It now felt like a stage for a sinister performance.

Kyle sauntered into the room, seemingly in no rush. He ran his fingers along the leather straps hanging from the walls. Then ran his fingers along the edge of the satin bed, leading up to the leather couch.

The more put his hands on things, the more things in here begin to feel tainted.

He finally stopped, lounging on the leather couch with a sense of lazy confidence. He eyed me with a predatory look, as if waiting for me to make the next move. He placed the gun on the armrest, just close enough for easy access.

“So, sweetheart, what happens now?” Kyle asked, in a cocky tone.

Every time Kyle used that word, it felt like a blade slicing through my dignity. His tone carried a sharpness that turned something meant to be tender into something cruel, like twisting the knife deeper with each utterance.

”Whatever you want, sir.” I said, turning to him obediently.

The words left my mouth like jagged shards, each syllable slicing against my tongue with a bitterness I couldn’t swallow. Kyle’s eyes lit up, his smug showing off a self-satisfied grin.

”That’s what I like to hear, now come here,” he said, patting the spot next to him on the couch, a smug tilt to his lips, “Don’t be shy.”

Following his instructions, I moved toward him, closing the door behind me. Each step closer to Kyle felt like a deep betrayal, not just to my boyfriend, but to myself. Bringing Kyle here wasn’t part of the plan; it was only to isolate him from everyone else. I wouldn’t blame Leo if he never forgave me for using his dungeon like this, there wasn’t any other option I could think of.

I perched on the edge of the couch carefully keeping my distance—he wasn’t having it.

”Closer,” he said.

The soft glow of the neon lights flickered over his face, giving his smirk a devilish shadow. I’m literally face to face with the devil himself and now that I think about it, I’ve signed my soul over to him, right in front of Leo.

Kyle's hand gripped my arm, fingers digging in hard enough as he yanked me off the arm off the couch and right next to him. I stumbled, barely catching myself before my body collided with his.

”Look at you,” he mused, tilting my chin up until our eyes met, “All obedient. Leo must have trained you well, huh?”

I bit my tongue, suppressing the urge to spit something back. One wrong word can send Kyle spiraling back into using the gun again, possibly doing more than just a bullet to the shoulder.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, keeping my voice even.

He laughed, the sound reverberating off the walls as he then leaned in, taking the back of neck into his hand, his lips near my ear.

“Good boy,” he softly said.

Settling into the couch, his eyes searched my face looking for something-fear or submission, maybe both. Kyle seemed pleased with what he saw because he patted his knee.

”Come sit,” he said, amused, “Right here.”

The door hoovered in my peripheral vision, a tempting escape. Should I risk it—make a run for it while fending him off and gambling on whether he’d shoot me? The room was cluttered with potential weapons, items that could tip the odds in my favor if I acted quickly. And if something were to happen to me, at least Leo and the others would be safe. I doubt he’d come after them, not when he has what he truly wants.

This is the commitment I made. Keeping Kyle close, and as far away from other people as possible. To earn his misplaced trust, or at the very least, make him think I was willing to be compliant.

”What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Kyle taunted, his voice coated with feigned concern, “Afraid?”

The false sweetness in his tone was more unsettling than if he had simply barked an order. It was as if he enjoyed playing this game of cat and mouse, savoring every second of my discomfort.

Climbing onto his lap, his hands settled on my waist, feeling like weights anchoring me to him. Everything he did was possessive, reminding me of who held the power here, or so he thinks.

“That’s better...you’re learning,” Kyle praised, laced in a condescending tone.

Kyle's eyes roved over me, studying me, possibly looking for any slightest action that incited a placebo effort.

“What would Leo think if he saw you like this? All docile, sitting in my lap. Do you think he’d be proud of his little pet?Selling yourself to be another’s submissive, willing to do whatever without argument?”

It’s like he knows how to cut me without causing any physical pain, slicing into parts of places Leo has touched.

“I don’t think unless you want me to,” I say, feeling small.

His hand reached up and slowly started to unbutton my shirt, one button at a time, revealing my bare chest as he carefully peeled it off me. Kyle’s calloused hand roamed my body with deliberate intent, tracing invisible patterns across my skin. A profound shiver coursed through me, igniting a spark I struggled to suppress. I forced myself to maintain control, suppressing every involuntary reaction and continuing my facade of compliance.

The tension in the room changed and was replaced with thick oppression, as each of my breaths taken laden with the weight of what I was allowing.

“Your chest is fucking beautiful! Better than I imagined it to be.”

His thumb grazed along the length of my collarbone. I fixed my focus on the far wall, where Leo had once pinned me during one of our fuck sessions—Leo’s whispers nothing but reassurances in my memory.

“How far are you willing to go? What are you truly prepared to do to prove your loyalty?” Kyle asked.

”Whatever you need me to do, sir,” I answered, the lie slipping out effortlessly.

“Now stand in front of me and take off the rest of your clothes.”

There was no point in denying his request, and deep down I knew this was going to happen. The way Kyle manhandled me back in the bathroom of the charity auction was only a glimpse in his plans. Once again, the thought of Leo never forgiving me crossed my mind.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he said, his fingers releasing me, “Remember sweetheart, if you even think about trying anything, I won’t hesitate,” Kyle paused, moving the gun slightly, “ Leo’s not here to save you.”

The atmosphere within the dungeon seemed to grow increasingly oppressive, each breath becoming more laborious. I shifted my weight, muscles tense as I stood before Kyle. My fingers lingering over the button of my jeans, hesitating. His gaze was sharp and severely focused on where my hands were.

Slowly unfastening the button and sliding the zipper down, I let the fabric fall quickly stepping out of my jeans that left me clad only in my underwear.

Kyle licked his lips that curled into a smirk, lounging back and spreading his arms along the back of the couch with the demeanor of a monarch on his throne, his posture extremely cocky.

“Keep going,” he commanded.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of my briefs, I dragged them down as my skin prickled with goosebumps as the cold air brushed against my exposed body.

My cheeks burned, humiliation settling deep within me, taking that very blade he emotionally sliced me early and now twisting it, carving into my pride.

In an instant, Kyle stood up from the couch, leaving the gun on the armrest, and circled me making sure to take all of my humiliation.

“Good boy,” he responded.

When he finally came back around, he paused right in front me, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“You’re scared,” he murmured.

“No sir,” I replied.

“Get on your knees.”

I lowered myself in the familiar position, the cold floor biting into my skin, while Kyle unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down showing me his semi-hard veiny cock.

His face contorted into a sinister expression.

“Proceed, then.” he demanded, taking off his hoodie and shirt in the process. “Make yourself useful, sweetheart, and show me how Leo has trained you.”

The words landed heavily on my chest.

This wasn’t for Kyle.

None of this was for him.

As I leaned closer, the pungent scent of his—sweat mingled with lust—filled my nostrils, and I fought the urge to retch. Every sense was assaulted by his presence, his cruel authority pressing down on me like a physical weight.

His fingers found their way into my hair, tangling in a painful grip as he yanked my head forward. I loathed the way his hands gripped me, the way his eyes bore into mine, taking pleasure in my discomfort and forced submission.

“I want you to go down on me,” Kyle forcefully said.

The threat was unmistakable, but I nodded as best I could, unable to respond otherwise. I tried to relax, to breathe through my nose, block out any taste of him. Kyle’s cock was dripping with glistening stringy precum, directly telling me how much he was getting off on this.

If it weren’t for the gun, I’d fucking fight him here and now, giving every ounce of strength from body to my core I had until I beat him unconscious.

Opening my mouth, I moved forward ready to take him. Closing my eyes, I wasn’t about to look into his eyes, that was only between Leo and I. It would make this too intimate, and intimacy wasn’t what he wanted.

Kyle pulled away, pushing me back roughly in the process, his breath ragged and his face flushed with exertion. Sprawling back and collapsing onto my back, I watched as he pulled his pants up and zipped them closed like he couldn’t get out of the situation fast enough.

For a moment, Kyle seemed very conflicted, especially now that he wasn’t making severe eye contact now. The way he pulled up his pants, almost frantically, gave the impression of being embarrassed or maybe regretful.

“Get up,” Kyle ordered.

I rose to my feet, my legs a little weak from me being on my knees a little confused as to what is going on. Did he finally come to his senses, knowing how wrong this is? His back was to me, the perfect opportunity for me to reach behind me and grab the gun. I crept slowly backwards, keeping my eyes steadily on him, reaching with my hand to feel for the cold steel.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, rushing his fingers through his hair.

Kyle looked over his shoulder, just enough to see me out of the corner of his eye, stopping me immediately keeping him from knowing what I was about to do or thinking of doing.

Raising his arm, he pointed toward the far wall, where one of Leo’s contraptions stood. It was X-shaped with four restraints, two for wrists and two for ankles, designed to keep someone bound.

The sight of it left me feeling worrisome.

Leo never really used any of the intense toys with me, perhaps waiting for the right moment to ease me into them. But here Kyle didn’t care, just forcing me into this one.

Fear started to seep in and take over my body.

“Get in, don’t look at me,” he said, his voice low. “I want to see you being at my mercy.”