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“No kidding.”
“We just want to make sure you can be comfortable here,” Elias says.
“And by comfortable, he means we want to make sure there’s enough room for fucking and cuddling.”
“Caelan.”
I do laugh at that, more genuinely. “Well, that’s definitely something I can get behind.”
I yelp as Caelan picks me up by the waist and tosses me onto the bed, then pounces on top of me. “Is it comfy enough?” he asks, smirking like an absolute beast.
“Very comfy.” I giggle, wriggling beneath him. Itiscomfy. I’m being completely honest about that. “Has a good bounce when you throw me onto it,” I note with a grin.
“That’s important in a bed,” Caelan agrees as his hands find my wrists and pin me down to the covers. There’s a long moment when he simply hovers close, and my heart skips with anticipation. Then his lips are on mine, and I moan softly, eyes fluttering shut.
The mattress dips with Elias’ weight as he joins us. Unfortunately, it’s only to grab Caelan by the scruff of the neck and pull him off me.
“Can we at least finish the house tour first?” He sighs. When he catches me grinning, he swoops down to kiss the smirk off my face.
The two of them let me up and, a little flustered but far more at ease, I slide off the bed and brush myself down. I’m still smiling as I take the opportunity to look around properly.
The rest of the room is standard—closet, mirror, armchair, and a door leading to another ensuite for this room as well. In the corner, on top of a low dresser, is an oversized panda plush that I immediately recognize as the one I won in Santa Monica.
Elias kept it and thought of it enough to bring it here, which makes me melt.
Elias leads, showing me around the rest of the house. Upstairs are another two bedrooms, one each for Elias and Caelan. The house is still very much a new acquisition for them, to the point where they’ve barely personalized their rooms yet, apart from the fact that somehow Caelan’s managed to leave his a mess already. He leans over and conspiratorially admits he just pulled the covers off and threw them on the floor because the pristine perfection was getting on his nerves. And that he plans to paint the walls black, to which Elias winces but otherwise says nothing.
Downstairs, I’ve already seen the kitchen and living room, but there’s also a study for Elias, the dining area I’d caught a glimpse of, and a rec room with a television, games system, and a collection of mainly Caelan’s musical instruments—a few guitars, a drum kit, and the like.
“And now the best bit,” Caelan announces as we approach the next flight of stairs down.
“The basement?” I question doubtfully.
“Just because this is here does not mean you need to make use of it personally,” Elias assures me, which only increases my bewilderment.
Two demons are dragging me down to the basement. That’s not a setup for murder at all. They wouldn’t, of course, but the irony of the situation amuses me.
The truth of the matter catches me off guard, even though, on reflection, I don’t know why I didn’t expect something like this.
“Holyshit,” I blurt out. “You have a kinky sex dungeon in your basement?”
Caelan snorts a laugh, clearly finding the reaction adorable.
I ignore him for the time being, still too thrown to pay attention to either of them. But not in a bad way.
It’s not at all the typical dark, sleazy sex dungeon I might have imagined. It’s as light and airy as the rest of the house—white walls and marble floors, with more rugs to soften the starkness of it, decorative plants in a few places, and well-lit by multiple sconces. Minimalist, maybe, but pleasant. And filled with kink furniture.
There’s a seemingly ordinary chair, apart from the cuffs at the feet and armrests, and what I figure is some kind of padded spanking bench. But the bed is the centerpiece.
It’s a massive thing with a dark wooden frame, and the more I stare at it, the more potential uses reveal themselves. There are bars in the place of a headboard, with a few interestingly placed circles and notches in the metal. Cuffs and rings are built into the frame around the bottom of the bed. And where the frame extends up to form a sturdy canopy above the bed, there are also suspension hooks built into it.
The bed is raised high, with bars around the space underneath to form a cage. It’s meant to be used for that purpose because there’s a lockable door leading in.
Elias notices me staring and mistakes my stunned silence for reluctance. “Don’t worry. The cage is only for Caelan if he misbehaves.”
“Hey.”
I giggle quietly, but I’m more interested in the room. I make my way further in, and there are thin wooden panels on one of the far walls, studded with pegs and various implements hanging from them—floggers, paddles, riding crops, a whip. Ropes and chains are curled neatly and ready for use. There’s a dresser too, and I am utterly intrigued by what that might hold, but perhaps that’s a little far to go rummaging without permission.
