23. The Room
23
THE ROOM
TYLER
The moment she stepped off the stage, I quickly weaved through the bustling crowd, going straight to the backstage area. A sense of stress drove me to check on her since I could tell something had upset her during her performance. As she hastily redressed, I came to a stop in front of her.
“Nadia’s here with some guy,” she hissed, and my eyes widened. “But it was too dark to tell who he was. What’s she doing here?” she asked, standing up straight with a glare.
“I have no idea, but that’s weird.” I took her hand in mine before she could march away. “Stay calm and we’ll figure it out together.”
“Easy for you to say,” she muttered, looking around nervously as I led her out to the main lobby. She scanned the area while I slipped back into the showroom, only to come face-to-face with Luke.
He furrowed his brow in confusion. “What’s going on?”
“Gia saw Nadia,” I explained, “but there’s no sign of her now.”
He followed me out, and we both stopped in our tracks when we saw Giovanna still craning her neck, searching the room. “I didn’t see her in there,” I said, coming to stand beside her. “Are you sure it wasn’t just someone who looked like her?”
Shaking her head, she brought her gaze slowly to mine. “Positive, but oh well,” she shrugged, “she’s coming over tomorrow, so I’ll just ask her then.”
Luke crossed his arms over his broad chest. “I’ll see what I can find out, look at the cameras, and text you guys.” He turned to me. “Go ahead and get her out of here.”
“I have to show her something first,” I replied, my hand tightening around Giovanna’s as I spoke. “Then we’ll get the kids and leave. They’re probably asleep by now.”
“They are,” Luke confirmed. “Jade went up to check on everyone not too long ago. She said the kids were all passed out, and their movie was still playing.”
With Giovanna’s hand still in mine, I led her across the lobby, swiping my card to open the door that would take us back into Luxe. “I want to show you what I’ve been working on.” Though it was something I had been planning for a while, I hoped that showing her now would help distract her from everything that had been going on with Nadia.
“Tyler,” she exhaled, her voice weary, “I’m not really in the mood right now.”
“Just let me show you,” I pleaded, hoping to lift some weight off her shoulders, even if only for a few minutes. “You don’t even have to say anything. I just want you to see it.”
After a moment of hesitation, she finally relented with a half-smile. “Fine,” she huffed playfully. “I can never resist your handsome face.”
“Of course you can’t,” I joked back, leading her down the far hallway toward the last room on the right, across from the vacant room we never used. “Notice how this room doesn’t have a viewing glass like all the other ones?”
“Yeahhh?” She squinted at me, suspicion and curiosity mixing in her expression. “What’s in there?”
I handed her a black key card with a pink G on it. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
She slid it into the slot with a soft click, and the door swung open soundlessly. Stepping into the room, she gasped. “Tyler!”
The room was bathed in a soft, muted purple glow, emanating from a small table lamp perched on a nearby dresser. The calm lighting cast shadows around the spacious room, creating an aura of intrigue. In one corner, a grand canopy bed dominated the space, its black leather headboard adorned with delicate lace and chains draping down from the posts above.
Opposite it, a plush couch and armchair were strategically positioned to face the bed, while a spanking bench sat off to the left. On the far side of the room loomed a towering titanium pole, reaching up toward the ceiling and resting on a mirrored platform. Every piece of furniture had been crafted from deep, alluring shades of black, adding to the overall seductive atmosphere of the room.
“Hear me out.” I stepped behind her, snaking my arms around her from behind. “I know you hated Penthouse, but that’s where I met you, and it was the greatest night of my life until you came back to me.”
“It’s—” Her voice trailed off, and she took a deep, shuddering breath.
Taking her delicate hand in mine, I gently twirled her to face me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Do you hate it?”
“I… Ty… okay fuck,” she said, running her fingers through her hair, flipping it to the other side. “How… how did you recreate this? You only went there once, and yet this is an exact replica.”
“That night, every moment spent with you was etched into my memory,” I replied, stroking her arms up and down in a soothing motion. “I wanted nothing more than to be a part of your life, even if it was just for one unforgettable night. So, I absorbed every detail about you and your room, hoping to make them last forever. And now, I want to create new memories.” I shrugged playfully. “And I’m a lawyer. I’m supposed to memorize things.”
She threw her arms around me, crashing her lips into mine. Our kiss turned passionate before she pulled away. Keeping her hands behind my neck, she ran her nails along my skin. “It just shows me how much you paid attention to me... to us. No one has ever done anything like this for me.” She took my hand in hers, leading me over to the bed, and I sat, taking her other hand in mine. “My room at Penthouse was the only place that was mine . It was my happy place. My escape.”
“Well, you can escape in here anytime you need to,” I replied, lifting my hand to her chin and running the pad of my thumb over her plump pink lips. “But I’m the only man who’ll ever be in here with you.”
With a coy smile, she shimmied up onto my lap, straddling me as she draped her arms over my shoulders once again. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she whispered before leaning in for another fiery kiss. “How much time do we have before we have to get the kids and go?” she asked between kisses.
“They’re asleep,” I replied, trailing my lips to her neck. “We have until I’m done with you for the night.”
“Wait!” she barked, leaning back. “You told me you only wanted to keep things professional when I came back. Were you working on this before I even returned?”
“Yeah,” I exhaled, “but it started with just giving you your own space. Now, it’s much different. At some point, I realized why I was doing it.”
“You’re so perfect,” she beamed.
GIOVANNA
In a lightning-fast movement, he flipped me onto my back, sending a rush of adrenaline through my body. He climbed between my legs, pressing his knee against my aching center, eliciting a loud gasp from my lips. Holding my wrists above my head, he leaned down and captured my bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it with a teasing tug.
My eyes squeezed shut as I took a deep breath, reminding myself that it was actually real. The memories flashed through my mind: the room, him, me, his intoxicating cologne mixed with the lavender and citrus scented oils diffusing in the corner.
“Gia.” His deep voice cut through my reverie, and I opened my eyes to find him gazing down at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “This brings back some fond memories.”
I bit my lip and nodded, unable to speak.
“Except by the time we got to the bed, you were much more naked than you are now.”
Unable to contain it, I smiled back at him. “Then get me naked.”
He released his grip on me, reaching over and guiding me to stand upright next to the bed. In a low, commanding voice, he spoke, “The dynamic hasn’t changed, princess. I tell you what to do in here.” As we stood facing each other, he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, tapping on it for a moment before glancing up at the ceiling. The same song from the night we were together began to play, filling the room with a sultry beat.
A small smile appeared on my face as I watched him saunter toward the spanking bench, tapping it twice with his palm. He turned to me, beckoning me forward. “Come here.” I took a hesitant step, but he quickly raised his hand in warning. “Ah, ah,” he dropped his hand and pointed to the floor beneath us, which was covered in three intricately patterned area rugs, “on your knees.”
I gracefully lowered myself onto the black, stained concrete floor to avoid bruising my knees. Placing my palms flat in front of me, I began to crawl toward him, keeping my eyes lowered in submission. Despite my occasional desire to be a brat, he had been so generous in giving us this private room, and I didn’t have the heart to defy him tonight.
I came to a stop at his feet, and he reached down, placing his fingers under my chin. “Look at me.”
I flickered my eyes up to his. “Yes, sir.”
His eyes held a new terrifying darkness deep within them, and that turned me on more. Looming over me, he grinned down at me, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my lips before he held it in front of me. I placed my palm in his, and he pulled me to my feet, then guided my hand to his shirt. Watching his face intently, I unbuttoned his top, pressing my lips to his tanned, muscular chest. I loved every fucking inch of him.
Suddenly, he curled his fingers around my throat, squeezing, and I lifted my eyes to his. “Stop,” he commanded. “As much as I love you worshipping my body, we’re not going to do this slowly tonight.”
Before I could reply, he pushed my wrists above my body. I gasped in surprise as he ripped my top over my head, tossing it to the floor. Cupping my breast in his hand firmly, he lowered his mouth, taking my nipple between his teeth. He sucked hard while massaging the other, pinching my nipple firmly behind the piercing, causing me to moan loudly.
Reaching behind me, he slipped his fingers into the hem of my bottoms, pushing them down while kissing my stomach. “I’m leaving the heels on. They’re so fucking sexy on you.” He took my hand in his, walking a slow circle around me, admiring my body, before pressing me forward onto the spanking bench. I laid my cheek on the cold, padded leather, facing the bed while he restrained my wrists and ankles in leather cuffs.
He disappeared behind me, making noise on the other side of the room as he opened drawers and cabinets, and returned behind me. I heard him set some things down on a nearby table. Bracing myself, I clenched my ass, knowing that any second he’d strike me with a paddle, but it never came.
He appeared in front of me, his cock at full attention in my face. Gripping it, he stroked himself slowly. “Open,” he commanded, and I did. He tapped my lips with the head, only pushing the tip in before withdrawing it. “I know how much you love sucking my cock, and I know how much it’s driving you crazy that I won’t let you.
He was right. I let out a defeated groan as I watched him stroke his shaft in front of me, just out of reach. Flickering my gaze to his, I let out a frustrated huff. “Mean.”
His hand froze. Bending over, he brushed my hair from my face. “What did you call me?”
“You know how much that drives me crazy.”
“I do.” He stood. “And that’s the whole point.” He disappeared on the other side of the bench again, rummaging around on the table. “But since you don’t want to watch me play with myself, we can play another game.” Oh no . I knew what that meant. “Not.” He dragged a piece of leather up the back of my bare thighs. “A.” Circling my rear, he came to a halt. “Sound.”
A loud smack filled the room, followed by a sharp sting. Unable to contain a reaction, I let out a hiss under my breath.
“So, you want to be punished,” he replied in a low, deep tone.
YES! “Nooo, sir,” I taunted.
Another loud slap came from behind me, followed by a searing sting. Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth hard, I bit back a loud cry. That one stung quite a lot. He loved inflicting pain, and I loved receiving it. Three more smacks followed, and I squirmed against the bench, pressing my mound into it.
Just as quick as he rubbed his palm over my sore flesh, soothing the pain, his touch was gone again. Closing my eyes, I focused on the song playing overhead, because if I didn’t, the curiosity of wondering what he was doing next would kill me. I soon felt his fingers between my legs, stroking my drenched slit as he parted it.
“Your cunt is so fucking perfect,” he said, slipping his fingers inside, then removing them again, replacing it with the tip of a large vibrating toy. It stretched as he slid it deep inside, bottoming out in my core. “I never thought I’d be jealous of a toy,” he chuckled lowly. “But I love watching it stretch you open.”
Picking up the pace, he plunged it in and out of me. Leaning over my back, he tickled my spine with his stubble, peppering kisses on my delicate skin. I arched my back as his facial hair tickled when he got too close to my side.
“You have my permission to moan, princess.”
Finally! I let out a loud groan as he pressed the toy against my cervix, ramming it against it over and over. The friction of my clit rubbing against the bench almost caused me to lose myself, but I held on, knowing he’d truly punish me if I came too soon and without his permission. I loved being punished, but Tyler was ruthless and would edge me for hours if I broke his rules.
Just as I began to rock back and forth as much as the restraints would allow, he ripped the toy from my center, dropping it to the floor with a thud. Moments later, he appeared in front of me, freeing my hands and helping me sit up. Pressing my palms to the bench, I waited as he unfastened my ankles, and helped me stand.
He picked me up, hands under my knees and back, carrying me to the bed. Reclining, I propped on my elbows, watching as he grabbed the spreader bar from the wall. Grasping my wrists one at a time, he secured them in the black, leather cuffs before taking each of my ankles again, restraining them in place with matching cuffs on each end of the pole.
Metal clanked, and I watched intently as he fed a chain through two more loops on the bar, tightening it as he connected it to the other side of the bed. My body was rolled back, my hands and feet in the air, and my drenched pussy on display for him.
Pressing his face between my legs, he licked my entrance, probing it with his tongue before taking my clit between his teeth and biting it. Jolts of pleasure and electricity flowed through me, the chains clanking at me thrashing against my restraints. His fingers dipped inside me, and he stroked my G-spot, continuing his assault, nibbling, licking, sucking.
“S…Sir, I love how y… tongue f-feels,” I whimpered, unable to form a coherent sentence in that moment.
“Mmm,” he groaned against my skin, ripping his hand away before I heard the sound of him removing his slacks completely. Reaching up, he unfastened the chains from the bed, my body falling before he caught my bottom. He lined himself up with my entrance, he teased my hole before gripping the bar in each hand.
With a harsh tug, he yanked me onto his cock, bottoming out against my barrier. We both let out a loud moan. His biceps flexed and sweat beaded on his perfectly chiseled body in the dim lighting as he pulled me onto his entire length over and over as hard as he could.
“Fuck, Gia,” he panted, “I’m so fucking obsessed with your tight little cunt.”
“It’s yours… forever,” I cooed through ragged breaths, knowing nothing I said anymore would freak him out. “It’s yours tofuck… and use any timeyouwish.”
Suddenly, I was empty when he pulled out and for a split second, I felt disappointment before he unfastened my ankles and wrists. Crawling up next to me, he scooped me up under my knees and neck, moving me to the pillows against the headboard. Smiling with pure lust in his gaze, he positioned himself between my legs again and I pressed my nails into his shoulders as he sank deep inside me.
Moving a piece of my hair out of my face, he bent over, kissing me passionately before resting his forehead on mine. “Cum, princess.” His mouth collided into mine again.
Seconds later, I succumbed to his command, letting myself go as he throbbed and jerked inside me, his seed covering my insides. Our moans and my cries echoed through the room as we didn’t hold back in the place meant for just us. Once we were spent, he collapsed on top of me, kissing me harder before whispering breathlessly against my lips, “I fucking love you.”
“I love you, too… sir,” I panted.