Chapter 43 This Is Going to Be Fun
This is going to be fun…
Delaney
My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear the thud of the bass from the DJ downstairs. When Trevor brought me upstairs he unlocked the room and quickly walked away. He didn’t even come inside, I suppose it may have to do with some unspoken rule Dallas has for his staff. A privacy thing maybe?
I walked in and locked the door behind me. All around me was red. Recessed lights shone on the scarlet walls, giving off a dramatic ambience to the room.
I chuckled to myself suddenly feeling less nervous and more excited as I recalled the text.
Once there, you are to shower and change into the outfit that will be waiting for you.
I looked around, my eyes landing on a closed door.
I padded over to it and twisted the knob, slowly.
When the door opened, it wasn’t the bathroom behind it but a storage closet.
No, maybe a display closet? Inside was row after row and drawer after drawer of leather straps, handcuffs, floggers, whips, chains, collars, ropes, and so many more unfamiliar toys that I was completely ignorant about.
I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my lips in anticipation.
I walked into the enormous closet that had the same lighting as the main area. Curious and excited, I decided to explore a little bit. There was no rule about snooping, at least not one I was privy to, yet.
I pulled open the first drawer and saw trinkets of all different sizes. Some were metal and some appeared to be a more malleable material like silicone. I remembered the contract details being asked if I had an allergy to silicone. I thought it was just regarding condoms…
I picked up a metal one and held it in the palm of my hand.
It was much heavier than I expected it to be in my palm.
On one end it was flat with a pink gem the size of a quarter on it and on the other side it was rounded.
It had a similar look to a vibrator but still it was…
different. I laid it carefully back in its place.
After closing the drawer I backed out of the closet, careful not to disturb anything else.
I closed the door behind me and when I turned around I smacked right into a brick wall of a chest. The squeal that escaped me was embarrassing as the sudden impact nearly knocked me down but just in time, a brawny arm wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground.
“Someone has a hard time following directions, wouldn’t you say?” Dallas, asked rhetorically, in a tone that was stern and commanding.
He was in “the scene” and that was obvious.
“I was just… I thought it was…are you mad at me?” The words stumbled out of my mouth nervously like a child caught in the cookie jar before dinner.
I let out a small giggle.
He stepped toward me eliminating any space between us. His bulge pressed firmly against my stomach. “Do I need to teach you a lesson on the importance of following Daddy’s instructions?”
His threat did something to me. I instinctively squeezed my thighs together at the thought of being punished by this sexy brute of a man whose face was still hidden behind the mask he wore like a second skin whenever he was near other people, even me.
I didn’t know what turned me on more in this moment, the thoughts that bulldozed over any logic I had left inside my head or the breathy groan he released into my ear.
I lowered my head, dropping my gaze downwards, conforming to the scene.
So this is what his Red Room is all about…
“No, Daddy,” I whispered, secretly really really wanting that punishment.
“Good girl,” he growled, pushing my hair from my face behind my ear. His voice was harsh, but his touch was gentle, just the right balance of pleasure and pain, making me even more anxious for what was to come.
His behavior was strangely different in this room, more calculated and focused.
He was in his element and his unshakeable confidence felt even stronger than ever within the confines of this Red Room.
If the dampness between my legs was any sign of how my body felt in response to this role play I was definitely in for quite the wild world of pleasure.
He snickered from under his mask when he noticed a small shiver run up my spine and I squirmed slightly in response to his fingers grazing my cheek. His power over me was getting stronger and he loved every second of it.
“Now that I have your attention – ” He sucked in a deep breath, pausing for a moment to tilt his head to the side. That infamous head tilt. I fought back a giggle at the memory of the story lacy told me that first night.
“Strip.” His tone was deep and direct, pulling me from any thoughts that were of anything other than what was right here in this room with us. His one word order confused me.
“I’m sorry? You want me to strip?” I questioned, completely thrown off by his demand.
“Yes. Strip. Now.” He said through gritted teeth, traces of frustration behind each word, but I wasn’t scared.
I reached up and unfastened the first button on my blouse, I closed my eyes as I intentionally made each movement slowly.
He took a step back. I could feel his gaze on me.
Why not give him a little show? I thought to myself as my fingers met the second button. The music from the lively club below was muted but I used the beat for rhythm as I swayed my hips from side to side.
“Yes, just like that.” He said as he reached down and adjusted his very obvious erection that was weeping to be released.
He reached towards me, swiftly grabbing a fist full of my hair at the nape of my neck.
With a quick tug, my head was tilted back to meet his gaze, hidden behind his mask.
I could see my face in the reflection and felt my pussy pool with pleasure even more.
“Were you interested in…using that?” His voice trailed off as his question confused me even further. Realizing he was talking about the item I was holding when he walked in, I shook my head.
“I don’t know… what it is, or what it does….” my face heated with embarrassment and desperation all at once.
“I thought so,” he spoke as he tenderly brushed the pad of his thumb over my lips then brought his chin to rest on my shoulder before whispering just loud enough to be heard.
“This is going to be fun.”
Leaving me standing there, he walked over and sat down in a chair that was positioned to face a corner that had a small raised platform in it, that I only now recognized as a one-person stage.
A pole ran the length of the ceiling to the floor and was strategically stationed right in the center of the small stage.
I watched as his fingers found a small remote that was sitting on the arm of the chair.
A millisecond later a bright white spotlight on the ceiling lit up, illuminating the stage.
He positioned himself with one ankle resting on his bent knee and his arms crossed, expectantly.
The fabric of his black button up shirt stretched with the involuntary flexing of his yummy muscles.
“Come here, Delaney,” he spoke loudly, his voice booming through the quiet of the room. I quickly walked over in front of him, with my head down and my hands at my side, my shirt still half unbuttoned exposing my lacy bra, I felt confidently seductive before him.
“Not here, sweetheart. Over there.” He pointed over to where the stage setup was. Hearing his directions, my heart started throbbing like it was going to burst out of my chest.
I had never ever been on a stage or danced in front of anyone before, besides Lacy in the kitchen as we sang into a spatula on one of our girl’s nights.
When I hesitated to move, he snapped at me:
“Do as you’re told, Delaney.” His voice cracked when he said my name.
His tone laced in something I was unsure of. It was thrilling, and intimidating all jumbled into one intense moment.
“Yes, Daddy,” I quickly responded, pushing myself toward the stage that awaited me, and only me, on display for this sexy muscular man wearing a Ghostface mask.