Page 29 of Sanctuary After Dark

The pride and happiness that shone in his eyes was all the encouragement I needed to take this next step. I realized then that I wanted to make him proud. He and Lincoln both. I wanted them to be proud of me and to see that I was someone they would be proud to have as their boy.

If they wanted that. I hoped they wanted that.

Was I nervous?

Of fucking course I was.

Who wouldn't be nervous when they were about to experience something that had been used to hurt them in the past? Sometimes, in my nightmares, I swore I could still feel the ropes or cuffs around my wrists and ankles holding me down while someone raped me. Or while he hurt me.

But Lucas wasn't him.

Lincoln wasn't him.

They wouldn't hurt me.

"Would you like me to tie you here or somewhere more private, little bunny?"

Lucas's voice broke me from my thoughts, and as I looked around, I realized that most of the people who had been here for the demo had either left the room or were milling about and talking amongst themselves.

My gaze found its way over to Lucas. I blinked for a moment as I thought about it and what I wanted. His sapphire eyes held nothing but patience while he waited for me to decide.

Before, I would have said he could tie me up here in the rope room. I loved when people watched me. It had always sent such a thrill through me and turned me on so much. But now? Now I couldn't stand the thought of people seeing me in such a vulnerable position.

"Somewhere private, please, Sir." I didn't want anyone to see me if I suddenly panicked once the ropes were around me. I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to react.

Before, I loved rope bondage. The feeling of the ropes around me and the pretty patterns they left on my skin. I had only done simple things before, but I had wanted to explore it more.

Lucas smiled softly and nodded. He squeezed the back of my neck again, which had tension leaving my muscles before he was moving to stand up.

"Alright. Let me grab some things from here while Lincoln takes you up to our room. I'll meet you both there momentarily."

I nodded and looked over to Lincoln, who squeezed my knee reassuringly before he got up from the couch. Getting up as well, I turned and watched as Lucas walked towards the wall of cabinets where they stored different rope bundles and other equipment for bondage. I could see all the different colors through the glass doors of the cabinets. A rainbow of different colors and textures on display all the way up to the ceiling with a rolling ladder off to the side so people could access the ones at the tallest point.

I knew Lucas had designed this room himself, and it really was gorgeous. There were windows lining the stone walls, letting in natural light. There were sheer curtains hanging from the ceiling, sectioning off areas for more private spaces for people. They filled those spaces with comfortable seating and plants. The floor held a mix of different rugs in unique patterns and colors, and everything was bright and airy. Decorations made from rope hung around the room, and even the chandeliers on the ceiling had rope on them.

One day I would like to have him tie me up here. But today wasn't that day.

It didn't take Lincoln and me long to get up to the third floor where their bedroom was. Lincoln used his key to unlock the door and held it open for me. I hadn't been inside their room, so I wasn't sure what to expect. Did it look like my room, or was it different?

Stepping through the door, I looked around at everything. Although the setup was similar to mine, it was different. Instead of warmer tones, they decorated their room in cooler colors.

Light gray paint covered the walls, and a black accent wall stood behind the bed, while the floor kept its dark hardwood flooring, like the hallway. The bed was enormous. I was guessing a California king-size bed with a dark grey headboard and a mixture of light gray, dark gray, and black bedding. The chandelier above the bed was black and gothic in style, with crystals dripping from the arms.

I walked in further, and my feet hit a plush gray rug in the middle of the room halfway under the bed. The rest of the furniture, like the bedside tables and the long dresser on the opposite wall from the bed, were painted black.

Even with the darker colors, the lights were a warm white, and it made it feel comfortable. It had the same doors that led out to a matching balcony, like the one I had in my room. Outside on the balcony were a small table and chairs and a lounger. There were plants here and there and some art on the walls.

I instantly liked it, especially when I caught the faint scent of their cologne. Mahogany teakwood, if I had to guess.

Looking around, I saw their things spread around. My eyes caught on a couple of details that were artfully hidden. Like the rings on the posts of their headboard. Letting my eyes travel down, I saw that there was a matching set on their footboard. My fingers ran over the silver rings for a moment.

"Perfect for restraints if someone enjoys that."

I turned to see Lincoln leaning his shoulder against the wall by the door, watching me. He nodded his head up, and my eyes followed his movement to the ceiling. Stepping away from the bed, my head tilted as I took in the rings in the ceiling.

"Lucas enjoys suspension bondage. Reinforcement allows the ring to hold a lot of weight if needed. The perfect spot to have a cute little decoration for us to enjoy."

I looked back up at the ring and I couldn't help as jealousy burned through me at the thought of them having someone else tied up and suspended in their room. Of someone else getting to play with them and touch them. Of them touching someone else. It was completely irrational because they weren't mine. I was in no place mentally to start something with someone, let alone two someones.