“Yes, I do,” he says. “Have you heard about my rooms?”
Indeed, I have. I heard some mumblings about a white room and a red room. Two women were chatting about it. I inched closer to hear better, but then Victoria interrupted their conversation. “Not really… tell me.”
I am officially intrigued. I hope they're not dark rooms full of whips and such. That is not my thing. Great for others, but not for me. “Please tell me you do not have a red room of pain, because that is so not part of the deal.”
He laughs. “No. I’m not a Dominant by any means.”
“Glad to hear it,” I say, relieved because I am not into that either. I am quite happy to hear him say the words out loud because I feared he might want more than I can handle.
“I have two fun rooms,” he goes on. “And the cool part is, you don’t know what’s behind those doors. You can just pick one.”
I smile. “Sounds fun.”
He shoots me a mischievous grin. “So you wanna play?”
“Well, of course I want to play,” I find myself saying out loud. Damn my libido. It’s sometimes stronger than my morals.
I follow him down to the lower level where I’ve already ventured tonight. It’s a typical recreation space; pool table, ping pong, cozy sectional, huge television.
My breath hitches when we finally come to a halt in front of the two doors. He stands next to me, a huge smile on his face. He is enjoying this too much, and I start to get a little scared. I guess that's what his money gets him.
I won't give him the satisfaction of watching me freak out. I point to the one on the left. That’s the one I've chosen. Decision made. My heart pounds hard as he punches in a code and opens the door slowly, and I follow him in. My eyes are closed shut as I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.
When I open them, I see brightness… and candy. Yes! I've chosen well.
There’s a cloud of a bed covered in a white duvet, resting against an upholstered white leather headboard. There are tons of furry white cushions, and everything is white. It’s a dream. It's heaven. I scurry over to the colorful shelves of candy lining the wall, feeling like a kid in a candy store. There’s so much candy, any candy you can imagine; Skittles, lollipops, gum balls, M&M’s, Jolly Ranchers, candy corn, Sour Patch Kids, mini chocolate bars, gummies of all variety, Tootsie Rolls, and the list goes on.
“Did your dentist set up this room?” I tease.
He laughs. “Nope. It was all me. I thought it’d be fun.”
“This room is the best,” I say, and when I turn to face him, I see a huge smile stretching his lips. He’s the happiest man on the planet at this moment, just watching me enjoy this room. He casually leans on the bed as I explore the candy display.
“What should I pick?”
“Haven't you had your fill yet?” he asks, all smiles.
“Oh, I'm never too full when it comes to candy.” I reach for the gummy raspberries. “Are all these on the up and up, no magic candy here right?”
He laughs. “No, no… just basic candy. Sugar is your only vice here.”
“Oh, good.” I grab a handful of raspberry gummies, and join him on the bed. The next thing you know, I'm sitting right next to him, leaning against the headboard, which was probably his plan all along.
“So what would've happened if I had picked the other door?”
His smile is playful. “Well, there's a bed in there too, but the scenery is quite different.”
“I heard the bed is a cage,” I say, “an antique iron bed with red sheets.”
He smiles again but doesn’t say a word, leaving me to wonder.
“Anyway, it does sound intriguing,” I say, and suddenly I'm wishing I had picked the door to the other room.
Almost as if he can read my mind, he says, “Do you wish you would have picked the other door?”
“Well, maybe a little,” I admit.
“Well, you're not allowed to change your mind,” he tells me. “This is the room you get.”
