XXV
Hazel Winters
W aking up alone feels especially strange when you’re not in your own bed. As I open my eyes, my hand stretches out against the mattress. A frown pulls at my lips when there’s no sign of anyone having laid in it for at least a few hours. It’s completely cold against my touch.
I sit up slightly, trying to figure out who’s room it is. The slate grey walls match the satin covers of the bed. Black features add a sense of darkness, with only the light streaming through from the wall-to-ceiling windows brightening up the room.
Flicking the switch above the black bedside table near to me, I turn on the main light of the room, which is covered by a black, crystal chandelier. The true airiness of the room takes my breath away, along with the pure square footage that seems double the size of my apartment.
Not forgetting that I woke up alone, I climb out of bed and walk downstairs. The kitchen is completely deserted, making my frown deepen.
Where are they?
It takes me scoping out the whole house before I realise they’ve disappeared. My abandonment issues surface at the forefront of my mind but I try to suppress them, opting for a bath as my source of distraction.
With my phone resting on a towel on the sink, I envelop my body in the bubbles and warmth of the bath. I close my eyes and dip my head back into the water, enjoying the warmth seeping up to my scalp.
The calm music playing from my phone relaxes me, and it’s not long until I’ve forgotten that I woke up alone.
Take that, abandonment issues.
Instead, I decide that I’m bored of them being so quiet and busy, whilst I’m sitting here naked and alone.
Drying my hands on my towel, I grab my phone and open the group chat.
You have changed the group chat name to ‘Hazel’s girly-pops’
Me: Where did you all go?
An evil, nervous giggle escapes me as I wait for their responses, and it doesn’t take long before they start to feed into the chat.
Android: What is this group chat name?
Plane Enthusiast: I’m a girly-pop???
Mr Worldwide: We’re working, Principessa.
Not satisfied with his nondescript answer to my question, and the lack of a message from Theo, I decide to take a more risqué approach to provoke better responses from them.
Playing around with the bubbles and my wet hair, I take a picture of myself in the bath, with a taste of my cleavage in the shot. My back arches and I elongate my neck to keep my face out of the picture.
Me: *Sent a photo*
Plane Enthusiast: Jesus Christ.
Mr Worldwide: Not now, Principessa.
Plane Enthusiast: I just completely forgot what I was doing.
Android: Send more, Angel ;)
With still no response from Theo, I frown at the screen until my phone buzzes again.
Theodorito: Atlas, let me go home to her.
I smirk, realising the hold I have over these men.
Android: I second that.
Plane Enthusiast: Third that.
Mr Worldwide: Get back to work, assholes.
Giggling at their bickering as Dawson curses Atlas out, I climb out of the bath and wrap myself in the towel.
After drying my hair and straightening it, I put on some black leggings and a grey hooded sweatshirt, before deciding to explore the house more.
A door further down the hallway has been calling out to me since I came here. It seems almost mysterious, being the only one in the house to have a keypad next to it.
Not being able to help myself, I walk towards it and let my hand hesitate against the handle. I know it won’t open without the code, but I try the handle anyway.
“What are you doing, Angel?” Andros’ voice makes me jump as I turn to look at him.
“Where the fuck did you spawn from?” I remove my hand from the door handle as I peek around each side of him.
“Are you exploring the house, Angel?” he asks, his voice seductive as he strides towards me. Within a second, he has me pinned between his muscular body and the door, with one of his arms resting above my head.
“Maybeeee,” I pout my lips and twist them to the side in a sassy expression, “I was bored.”
“Do you want to see what’s inside?” he nods his head to the door I’m pressed against. Nodding at him, I move out the way as he puts in the code to open the door. It pops open after making a buzzing noise.
He gestures for me to enter first, and I stop in the doorway as the full room comes into view.
With each window covered in a blackout blind, the room is obsessively dark. The walls are a dark plum, with mahogany accents, including an antique dressing table on one side of the wall.
A large bed takes centre stage in the room, definitely custom made from the look of its size. Silk, black sheets lie atop the mattress and the mahogany bed frame is replaced by a warm, amber glow of lighting at the end of the headboard.
However, the items that catch my eye the most are the array of whips, chains and floggers which are attached to the opposite wall by a line of hooks. Each one looks intricate and well made, whether they’re metal, plastic or leather.
“What is this?” I ask Andros, my voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s our playroom,” he whispers in my ear, wrapping his hands around my waist. I press against him for comfort, completely taken aback by the complicated fixtures and ‘toys’ in here.
I definitely did not expect this to be behind that door.
“How many-” I start to say but drift off as new features catch my eye.
“None in a very very long time,” he answers, perceiving my question before I could actually ask it. Nevertheless, my insecurities start to leak out at the thought of other women being in here.
With them.
Anyone who looks at them would know that they could get any woman they wanted. They’re all built like male models, with sharp jawlines and tanned skin. Their rugged personalities and ‘don’t fuck with me attitudes’ only make them even more attractive.
They could have had a string of irresistible, beautiful women with long, slender legs and tiny waists. These women would be the most ravishing submissives that are tailor-made to their needs, whilst I’m too much of a head-strong brat to satisfy their cravings for control.
“You’re overthinking it,” Andros pinches my waist, making me jump, “Why don’t you let me try something?”
I spin around to face him, frowning and biting my lower lip. The thought of him using half of the toys on me has me both terrified and strangely aroused. He chuckles at my facial expression and shakes his head.
“Come on. I promise I won’t go too far,” he winks at me and leads me to the bed. Pushing me softly back, he grabs a satin, black blindfold and attaches it around my head as I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Lie down, Angel. Just feel and let go,” he says.
And I do.