Page 29 of Midnight Danger

“Oops.” I snatched my hand away.

“Looks like we’re both going to sleep frustrated now.”

I grinned in the darkness. He was a dick sometimes, but he was finally all mine.

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Chapter Twelve

Cassandra

The Twilight Rooms were nothing like I expected. They were opulent, like a beautiful, old mansion with chandeliers and sweeping gothic designs. Some women wore long, flowing dresses, others their underwear, some even sat naked beside a water fountain in the middle of the central entrance hall. Two massive reception rooms were to either side of the hall and a stunning staircase climbed up both walls to a balcony at the top.

In my mind, The Midnight Rooms were a collection of empty rooms with the odd piece of furniture like a bed or sofa, or containers of condoms and lubricant. It was sexy in the dark, but I was sure it didn’t look so glamorous to the cleaners who came upon wastebaskets filled with used condoms and open lubricant sachets.

“You okay?” Xavier whispered from beside me. He oozed sex appeal in his black suit and button-down shirt.

“Yeah.” I clung to his arm, his ring heavy on my finger. True to his word, it appeared the day after I left hospital. We’d be married right now, only I insisted I wanted Megan to be my maid of honour and for our day to be a moment that both of us would remember.

My dress was plain black and straight to just above my knee. The front dipped into a precarious V that allowed a peek at my breasts. Xavier had bought it for me, and it accentuated all my best bits and made me feel sexy and powerful beside him, as if I belonged there.

“Tonight is just for you to view what happens here. Remember that everything you see in the rooms is consensual.” He’d told me this a dozen times already. This was the world of pleasure and pain that Xavier created. At times when he talked about it he was excited to show me this world, and other times he seemed anxious.

My fingers tightened on his arm and he glanced down at me. “Why don’t you show me your Twilight Rooms?”

The reception area faded away as Xavier led me through the doorway to our right. The room was decorated in cream walls with deep red velvet curtains. A massive mantlepiece rested in the middle of the back wall of the room, with bookcases on either side of it filled with leather-backed volumes.

Xavier opened a door that was inset in the bookcase to the left of the mantlepiece, adding an air of mystery to his tour. A long, dimly lit corridor stretched behind the room. Black wallpaper with red flowers covered the walls. Occasionally, there was a room door open.

Xavier stopped beside an open door. Six women in white lace underwear sat on their knees in supplication. A male in a black suit wandered among them explaining etiquette used by subs. “In The Twilight Rooms we use the traffic light system when you are within your role. Green is that you are agreeable to what is happening. Amber tells your Dom that you have reservations. Red is an immediate stop with no questions asked. We take everyone’s pleasure and safety seriously.”

I imagined myself as one of those women, but the only man I wanted towering over me was Xavier.

“Do they come here to be specifically trained?” I asked, resting against his strength.

“Yeah. Some women don’t want husbands or partners. They have high-powered careers and just need an outlet. A sub hands over control to her Dom, but she has the ultimate power because she can stop what is happening at any time.” Xavier’s arm slipped around my waist as he leaned down, his lips touching my ear. “She holds the Dom in the palm of her hand because in that moment, he belongs to her alone.”

A shiver rippled down my spine because I knew he was talking about us.

Xavier led me to another room, the women in it were still dressed in white lingerie, but this room had furniture. One woman lay on a medical table with her arms tied at the wrists to the restraint above her head. Another woman was attached to a St. Andrew’s cross, while another was on what looked like a horse saddle with her hands tied behind her back.

“The subs learn to be pleasured using different props. We try to ensure they are comfortable with anything they will encounter in the rooms upstairs. They will learn to associate all these with pleasure until there is no fear attached. They know that no matter what happens, they will always enjoy their experience. We can’t guarantee that in The Midnight Rooms.”

I stared up at him and his eyes were trained on the woman suspended on the cross. It looked like that was one of the props that Xavier preferred. “Why can’t you?”

His gaze moved to mine. “Because all our Doms are trained to ensure they know exactly how to balance pain, pleasure, and control. They know how to take their partners to the edge and fulfil their every fantasy. In The Midnight Rooms, anyone with a dick can have sex. Up here everyone knows where the g-spot is and how to use it.”

I thought of the first man I encountered down there. He certainly hadn’t known what to do with his appendage to bring pleasure to anyone but himself.

Further down the corridor, a woman was blindfolded and strapped, kneeling into a chair that seemed built for that purpose. One man stood behind her, his ass tightening on every thrust into her, a man in front of her had his cock in her mouth. She was helpless to do anything since her arms and legs were firmly attached to the chair.

“This allows the sub to learn to hand over control. She can do nothing but accept what the Doms give her. She needs to learn to trust them and not panic. This is where our subs learn their limits. Some decide they only like one partner, others that they are comfortable taking three men at once.”

My gasp drew his attention.

A salacious smile curved his full lips. “You don’t need to worry about that, because the only man who’ll be touching you is me.”

My eyebrow arched. “What if I want to embrace the entire scene and select myself a Dom?”

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