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„I wanted to do something special tonight, seeing as this is our first official outing together, other than Gabe’s wedding.” he says. „You’ve already seen the black rooms, and while I believe that you are more of a pain slut than I thought you would be, I wasn’t feeling all too confident that red rooms would be to our tastes. But I just remembered a conversation I once had with Rowan, regarding the blue rooms, and I think that’s where I want to take you tonight. I think it’s perfect for what I have in mind for you tonight.”
My heart is beating faster with every sentence, and I nod along as he speaks, leaning into him when he hooks a finger through the ring on my collar and pulls me closer for a kiss.
„Shall we go upstairs?” he asks.
I nod eagerly. „Yes, sir.”
We both finish off our drinks and Aston talks to the man behind the bar, who hands him a key, before we leave the bar and meander through the crowd. We head up the spiral staircase that leads up to the second floor and I follow him through the dark corridors, until he stops in front of a curtain with a blue light on top. There’s a door behind the curtain, which he unlocks, before he steps aside, so I can enter before him.
Following Aston’s invitation into complete darkness, I strain my eyes to see. We’re standing in a pitch-black void, until he flips a switch next to the door, and soft blue light fills the room. This room has a lot more equipment than the black room we went to the first time. There are quite a few items lined up against the wall and inside a glass display case, but most of it is not meant to inflict pain—just feathers, blindfolds, and some ropes, next to two small floggers.
The bed by the wall has no pillows or blankets, just dark blue silk on the mattress. No fancy frame, but hooks on each corner hint at tying someone down. Like the other rooms, the walls are covered in soft, dark velvet, blue of course. Everything here, from the fabrics to the shadows, is in that same calming blue tone.
„It feels like we’re underwater,” I say, keeping my voice low.
The sound of my voice doesn’t echo back against the walls, but comes out muffled and so low that I’m not sure he could even hear me.
„It’s the walls,” he says, when he notices the look of confusion on my face. „They are soundproof and designed to muffle any noise made in here.”
„So, no one can hear me scream?” I say playfully, and he chuckles.
„That’s kind of the idea,” he says, as he closes in on me.
He lifts a finger to caress my cheek and I lean into his touch, relishing the feeling of having him this close to me.
„Are you ready?” he asks, and I nod.
„Yes, sir.”
„Good girl.” His words are just as muffled as mine, but they still carry the same ominous promise that brings butterflies to my stomach.
„Close your eyes,” he says.
I obey, and hear him rummaging around, probably fetching something from the display case. A moment later, I can feel a piece of fabric covering my eyes, and I realize that he’s putting on a blindfold.
„Come with me.” He speaks softly, and reaches for my hand, before he slowly walks me over to the bed.
He helps me onto the mattress, where I sit on my knees, while he unhooks my bra and takes it off.
He’s behind me now, wrapping his arms around my shoulders to cup my exposed breasts with both hands. I moan, when he starts kneading the soft flesh, squeezing harder and harder, until he brings my nipples between his fingers.
He starts pinching them, carefully at first, before he applies enough pressure for me to mewl in agony.
„Lay down on your back,” he says, as he lets go of my tits.
He helps me get into position, until my back rests against the soft silk beneath and I try to relax.
But my heart is beating so fast, hammering against my ribcage with unbridled anticipation. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I hear him moving around the room, gathering things, the rustling of fabric that sounds like he’s taking off his white shirt.
I turn my head to where the noises are coming from, wishing I could catch a glimpse of his chiseled chest. But all I can do is picture the marvelous sight of him while he moves behind the darkness of my blindfold.
He comes back to the bed, climbing onto the mattress right next to me, and I suck in a sharp breath of air in excitement.
I flinch when I can feel his hand on my left breast, massaging again, and squeezing my nipple between his fingers.
„You’re going to love this,” he promises, before I feel a sharp pain jolting through my chest.
Something cold and hard is closed around my nipple, but it’s not his fingers. It’s metallic, probably a clamp. I’m panting erratically as I adjust to the pressure of it, while my body adjusts and the agonizing pain slowly fades into a pleasant throbbing. He goes on to do the same on the right side, and I can feel a delicate chain resting on my chest, connecting the clamps with each other.
