Page 88 of Forgive Me, Father

“You’re lucky I don’t speak it.Yet,” I called back.

There was a beat of silence before his voice softened.“Sorry.”

“Let’s go.”

“Camilla,” he called, warning and worn all at once.

“Now, Alfonso!”I shouted over my shoulder, already walking away.

His growl followed me down the hall.

I waited for him to guide me to his sex cave, and he took his time to show me where it was.

I waited for him to lead me, expected him to take charge like he always did, but he moved at his own maddening pace, letting the silence stretch between us like a dare.

Eventually, we reached the gym.In the far corner, half-hidden in shadow, was a door I hadn’t noticed before.He approached it without a word, punched in a code, and the lock gave a quiet click.

Another staircase descended into darkness.

He didn’t look back to see if I was following.He didn’t have to.

I stepped into the room.On to a platform with more steps leading further down into the space.

What lay beyond wasn’t anything I’d expected.It was a different world entirely.

* * *

The room was filled with an array of steel contraptions, each one more ominous than the last, with heavy chains and hanging devices suspended from the ceiling like silent sentinels.

Behind glass enclosures, foreign sex objects were meticulously displayed, each one sitting in its own shadowed spotlight, like strange treasures waiting to be examined.

Flogs, clamps, and rods lined the shelves, their cold metal gleaming under the dim light, sending a shiver through me.My pulse quickened at the sight, a mix of fascination and something darker stirring inside me.

Nearby, a range of skimpy outfits hung from a rail, black leather, soft silks, and other fabrics that promised more than just comfort.The ropes, in every color and thickness imaginable, were carefully coiled against the wall, their potential both inviting and unsettling.

Each item, meticulously arranged, spoke of a world I wasn’t sure I was ready to step into, but somehow, I didn’t have a choice, and I couldn’t deny the tiniest part that actually refused to look away.

My eyes were drawn to the imposing X-shaped furniture, its heavy frame pressed firmly against the wall.Every item, from the smallest tool to the largest fixture, had its place, arranged with a precision that was almost unsettling.It was as if the entire space had been designed for a specific purpose, and nothing was left to chance.

Clamps of every size and shape were scattered around, their purpose unclear to me, each one more enigmatic than the last.Hooks, sharp and sturdy, hung from the ceiling and walls like forgotten soldiers, waiting for a use I could only imagine.

“Hooks?”

He shrugged.

I touched one of the devices hanging from a hook and looked at Alfonso.

“Sex swing.”

“Sex swing?”I asked and he nodded.

I came to a glass box that carried plugs.You didn’t have to be a genius to know those go into your butt.I wondered if Alfonso had used them.

“So?”I asked and pried my eyes off the plugs.My husband’s gaze lingered on me, cautious, as if searching for something in my eyes.For reasons I couldn’t explain, a flush of warmth spread rapidly across my cheeks.

“Yes, my little runaway?”

“I know what that is.”I pointed at the box carrying the butt plugs.

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