AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He’s looking at me now, his expression attentive and neither friendly nor intimidating. Even with the mask on, there’s something about him that draws me in, a magnetic pull that’s hard to resist. At first, I thought it was familiarity, as if I had seen him somewhere else before, as if he was someone I should know. But once I heard his voice, I knew that wasn’t it. His voice doesn’t sound familiar at all, but every time he speaks, I feel an oscillating warmth spreading throughout my core. There’s something right about him, something good.
„I trust you,” I produce, „Sir.”
His lips curve into a smile, just like before, when I address him the way he told me to. It’s not like I have much of a choice. He never told me his name, and he doesn’t know mine either. I’m his flower, and he is my Sir—that’s what he wrote, when we first started chatting.
„After you,” he says, as he brings me to a spiral staircase at the other end of the room.
He steps aside, his arm stretched out as an invitation for me to climb up.
I swallow dryly, looking at him, then at the crowd surrounding us, before my eyes follow the stairs. They are steep and narrow and appear to be leading into nothing but darkness.
„Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you,” he promises.
„Can I…could you go first?” I ask.
But he shakes his head. „I can’t catch you if you fall if I’m in front of you.”
„Why would I fall?”
„Why would you spill a drink on my shirt?” he asks back. „Things like that happen, even if we don’t want them to.”
I can feel the heat of shame rush to my cheeks, but I hope to God that he can’t see it in this dim light.
Trembling, I start climbing up the stairs, painfully aware that he—and everyone else in this room—gets a pretty good view of my ass.
I can hear him behind my back but don’t dare to turn around. The stairs are even steeper than they looked and it costs all of my focus not to fall down with every step. I almost release a sigh of relief, when I finally make my way to the top, but that relief is short-lived.
„I can’t see anything.” My voice pierces through the pitch-black corridor before me, bouncing off walls that seem to be entirely covered with curtains.
„You’re adorable,” he says behind me, and before I know it, I can feel his hand on my back again. „Just keep moving, straight ahead.”
Now that my eyes have gotten used to the darkness up here, I finally get an idea of what lies ahead of me. It’s a rather narrow corridor, with several junctions breaking off to the left or the right. Curtains appear to exist in lieu of doors.
„This is it,” I hear him say behind my back, as we seem to have reached the end of the corridor.
I come to a halt with such abruptness that he almost runs into me.
„Just move the curtain aside and go in,” he says.
Confused, I reach for the velvet fabric and push the curtain aside to slip through. I step inside the room and am even more confused than before.
„There’s nothing in here,” I remark.
The room is bathed in a warm and dim light, similar to the hall downstairs, revealing more than the darkness we just walked through. But, really, there’s not much to be revealed. My eyes trail from one corner of the room to the other, but all I can find are black walls, and a black floor, partially wooden and partially cushioned, as if it was meant for some kind of martial arts exercise.
„That’s the whole point of the black room,” he says behind me.
He walks around me and places himself in front of me, as if he was presenting something before my eyes.
„I don’t…I-I-I thought you wanted me to clean your shirt?” I mutter helplessly. „There’s nothing here I could—”
„That’s quite alright,” he cuts me off, and my heart almost stops when he places his finger beneath my chin to tilt my face up to his. „I didn’t bring you here to clean me, little flower.”
„B-But—”
„Hush, remember what we talked about?” he asks. „I’ve been looking forward to finally meeting you. After all those sweet promises, I finally get to see and touch my little plaything—but I want to take my time with you, understand?”
He lets the tip of his finger trail down my neck, caressing my collarbone, before he moves further down to my cleavage. He’s barely touching me, the tip of his finger merely brushing against my skin, as he follows the curve of my left breast, and my breath hikes when he draws a circle around my hardened nipple.
