“Oh,” I say breathlessly and still refusing to open my eyes, “M-maybe a drink?”
Liar,the little voice in my head pops up but I quickly squash it.
“Liar.” He growls, ever the mind reader. Maybehe’sthe little voice in my head, he’s richer than God so I wouldn’t be surprised if he owned the technology. “You and I both know that you need to relax. To forget.”
I finally open my eyes to find him just a breath away from me, I shudder at the sight of his hooded eyes. “You tell me then.”
If it’s even possible, he seemed to get taller, bigger, and even closer to me. When he speaks, I can feel a whisper of his lips brush against mine. “You need control taken from you. You need pain.”
“Pain?” I ask.
He hums, “You like to be hurt and used. You need pain.”
“What do you think about that?” I don’t mean to ask out loud, but his response shows me I absolutely did.
“Beware the woman whose desire to hurt burns hotter than her desire to heal.”
I swallow back the words I wanted to respond, and he grabs my wrist to pull me from the room. We make it to the stairs, and I finally speak. “What about Deangelo? Darren?”
“They seem to be a little tied up right now.” He continues to pull me up the stairs.
“Did you, Max-fucking-Karma, just make a joke? You know what those are?” I gawk.
“I know you think I’m a robot, but I assure you, I know what jokes are. I even know emotions when I see them.” He chuckles as we stop at a door that's in the same hall as my bedroom, just a few doors down from where Dean’s was.
“The robot knows emotions; we should alert the government before it becomes a threat.”
He locks me in with his arms again, this time against the door, “Do you find me threatening?”
“No.” I lied again.
“Such a liar this evening.” His voice is low and thick. I told you he was a mind reader.
“What’s behind this door, Max?” I ask, anxiously waiting to see where he’s brought me.
He turns the knob and pushes the door open, revealing a massive space full of black and hints of purple.
I step into the space slowly, looking at my surroundings. There is a bed in the center of the room, it’s on a black wooden frame with tall posts on each corner that reach the ceiling. The bed is draped in a dark purple comforter that is made of silk. I round the bed and look at the walls. There are no windows in here, instead all four walls are covered in accessories that I would have never guessed lived behind that door. Whips, riding crops, clamps, chains, and even paddles. Plugs with tails, gags,blindfolds. There is quite literally a sex deviants kingdom within this room.
I approach a flogger and let my fingers run over it, letting the strands trail between my fingers. “Is this your bedroom?” I ask over my shoulder.
“It’s a room that belongs to me, but it’s not my bedroom.” He explains.
“So, like a man cave?” I sound like an idiot, but to be fair-- I’m exhausted and really shocked to find something like this.
“No, Harpy, not a man cave.” Max clicks the door shut behind him, but I don’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lock sliding in place.
“What does harpy mean? I don’t understand the nickname.” I have moved to the section of Butt plugs with the long tails connected to them, and I let my hands dance in the soft fur.
“Harpy Eagle.” He shrugs and picks an invisible piece of lint from his suit and flicks it away.
“What’s that?” I finally turn to face him.
“One of the most powerful and fearless predators in the world.” He states, now looking at the tail plug with me, “A sparrow is just not a strong enough title for you.”
“You never asked me what the sparrow means.” I move on to the next wall, observing the paddles.
Max tucks his arms behind his back, happy to watch me explore. “Enlighten me.”
