Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
Aria
Enzo has a few of the concierge staff help me carry all my bags upstairs.
It’s a type of surreal watching bags with luxury brands plastered on the side parade through my front door.
Not to mention I’m gripping my new Birken like my life depends on it.
Enzo had offered to bring it up for me, but when my new bag costs more than a house, I am not trusting anyone with it.
I may need to sell it in a couple of months; it needs to stay pristine.
Finally, everyone leaves and I’m left alone, surrounded by boxes of clothes and shoes and paper clips. I was told to make myself at home, so I’d better find a place to put all my stuff.
Walking into Theo's bedroom, I can see that he has space in his closet for all my new things, but a knot forms in my stomach at the thought of putting my stuff with his.
It feels too much, too fast. He has said this is my home, too, but he is protective of his space.
Taking over part of his closet seems like I'm taking things too far.
I close the door and walk into one of the guest rooms. There is minimal decor, a large bed with a metal bedframe, a dresser, and a nightstand.
I can make this my room. I can definitely add some things that make it feel more me, like a rug and a lamp.
I can get some art for the walls and maybe a new duvet cover.
Done. This is my new room. When Theo comes home, if he wants me to sleep in his room, I can do that, but this room will be my space.
I start bringing all the bags into the room and lining them up on the floor, and throwing some on the bed.
Pulling all my clothes out of the boxes, I lay them on the bed so I can grab some hangers and put them away.
I open the closet door, hoping to find some, but hangers become way less important when I realize what is in this closet.
Laid out on the closet shelves are sex toys.
Lots of them.
Hanging on one of the walls are paddles and lots of leather. I’m not sure what a lot of these are, but I know what they are used for.
I walk further into the closet, and there are several shelves with neatly bound rope, cuffs, and even nipple clamps.
I pick up one that has four screws. Twisting one set and watching it tighten sends lightning to my core.
These are Theo’s. He has all this because it’s what he likes.
He is going to want to use these on me. A brief moment of panic has me holding my breath, but even with the slight fear, my body fills with desire.
Just thinking about Theo handcuffing me to the bed and using some of these on me has my nipples hard.
I run my fingers along the strips of leather that are attached to a handle, wetness pooling in my underwear.
I look back over to the shelf of vibrators, trying to decide which one to use to help relieve the pressure that built up in my core. Before I can grab one, my phone rings.
Shit! What time is it?
I rush out to my phone.
“Daddy. I’m sorry I—” I say, trying not to sound out of breath.
“Where are you?”