CHAPTER 058 : The Playroom *** ~~SLOANE *** 22 MyhandsarewrappedaroundKnoxsneckasheleadsmebackintothehouse.
Imclingingtohimwithtremblinglegs.Myskinis dampfromeverythinghejustdidtomeoutside.IdontknowhowImevenconsciousrightnow.Mybodyfeelswrungout,likesomeonetwistedeverydropofstrengthoutofmeandstillleftme wantingmore.
Heonlypausesonce,justinsidethedoor.Heleansforward,reachesdown,andslidesoffhishouseslipperswiththesameprecisionheusedyesterdaywhenwecameinthroughtheotherdoor.Neatly.Onefoot,thentheother.Perfectlylinedbesidethedoor.
AndIjust…watch.Notbecauseitmatters.ButbecauseIcantfigurehimout.
Iveseenhimwalkintootherplaceswithoutblinking.Hisparentshouse.Myapartment.Ahotelroom.Henevergaveadamnwherehetossedhisshoes.Buthere?Inhisownhome,hedoesthis.
Why? Notlikehellanswer.
IfIhadtoputpenniesinajarforeverythingIcouldntexplainaboutKnoxHartley,Idneedagoddamnbarrel.Hedoesntliketalkingabouthimself.
Whateverhishistoryis,itdefinitelyincludeslearninghowtogivethekindofheadthatmakesawomanseestars.Mythighsarestillshaking.Mymindsstillspinning.Ivenevercomesohardinmylife.
Hewalksuspastthelivingroomandthenupthestairs.The hallwayisdim,litonlybylowrecessedwalllightsthatcastsoftshadowsonthehardwoodfloor.Themasterbedroomisontheright.
Buthepassesit.
Mybrowsknit.Wherearewegoing? Somewhereinteresting.
Thehelldoesthat mean? Idontask.IjusttightenmygriparoundhisneckandtrynottooverthinkthefactthatImcompletelyatthemercyofthismanIknowso littleabout.

Hestopsinfrontofadooratthefarendofthehallway.Hishandshiftsbeneathmylegs,supportingmewithonearmwhiletheotherreachestowardablackkeypadnear thedoorknob.
Akeypad? Pleasetellmeyourenotabouttotakeme towhereyoukeepyourgunsor drugstash,Isay.Thatwouldmakemeanaccompliceifyouevergetarrested.
Hechuckleslowinhis throat.Youdmakeafineprisoner,dontyouthink? Isthatyourplan?To lock meup? Hisbreathghoststhesideofmyneck.Dontgivemeideas,Bunny.NothingwouldpleasememorethantoknowyoureexactlywhereIwantyou,whenever Iwantyou.
Something inmestutters.
Atinyshiver.
Equalpartsfearanddesire.
BeforeIcanthinkofasmartresponse,hesetsmedown.Mylegswobblebuthold.Iadjustthehemoftheshirtinstinctively,likeitoffersany realprotection.
HekeysinsomedigitssofastthattheonlynumberIcatchis8.Thedoorclicksopen.
Itspitchdarkinside.
BeforeIcanaskquestions,hepullsmeintoth Successfullyunlocked! ind us.
Myhearttapsagainstmyribs.Um… Hereachespastmeandflicksaswitchon thewall.
Light spillsintotheroom.Ifyoucancallitthat.
3/5 CHAPTEROS8ThePlayroom Itsnotbright.Itsred.

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Deep,sultryredthatwashesovereverything.
IdontrealizeImholdingmybreathuntilIfeelhimbehindme.
Heslidesmyglassesgentlybackontomyface,andnowIcanseeeverythingalotclearer.
Hestaysthere,onehandsnakingaroundmywaistandpullingmeflushagainsthim.Ifeeleveryhardinchofhim.Hismouthdipstomyear.
Welcometomyplayroom,hewhispers.
Iswallowhard.
Playroomisamildwordforwhatsbeforeme.
Now thatmyeyesareadjustedtothedimnessoftheroom,what Iseemakesbloodrushtomyface.
Theresamassivefourposterbedononesideexceptthebed isntjustabed.Theres athickmetalbarhangingacrossthefootboard,almostlikeaguillotinewithextraspacesforcagingtwohandsalongsideyourhead.Beneathitisacage.Like,anactualcage.
Notdecorative.Notmetaphorical.Acagewithironbarsandalatch.
Totheleft,alongpaddedbenchsitsbeneathmountedmetalrings.Itspurposeisfar tooobvious,thespankingbench.Chainshangfromtheceiling.Leatherstraps.Paddedcuffs.Paddlesofvaryingthicknesslinethefarwallbesidesomethingthatlookssuspiciouslylikeacrucifix.AnXshapedframe.Across.Idontknow.
ImwalkingforwardbeforeIrealizeit , unhookingmyselffrom Knoxsgrip.
MyfingersskimthebenchasIpass.Theleatheriscool,slicktothetouch.Therearebucklesateachcorner.

Thisisaplayroom?Ifinallymanage.
Beautiful,isntit ? Hisvoiceisamused,softbehindme.
BeautifulisnotthewordIduse.
Terrifying.Yes.
Overwhelming.Yes.
SexyinanImightdiehere,butwhatawaytogosortof way?Absolutely.
Iwalk further in.ThewallsarecoveredinshelvesrowsandrowsoftoysinshapesandsizesIdidntevenknowexisted.Somearecurved.Somestraight.Someshapedlikeanimals.Someasthickasmywrist.
Ipickoneup.Adildothesizeofmyforearm.Veined.Ridgednearthebase.
Iturnaround,holdingituplikeasword.Doyouuseallofthese? Heleanscasually againstapillarnearthecross,armsfolded.Notexactly.Thisroomcontainsasampleofeveryproductmycompanyhasdesignedandproduced.
Thetoycompany? Henods.
Andwhatexactlydoyoudohere?Myheartspounding.Youtestthemout?Like…personally? Whatdoyouthink? Iraisethemonsterinmyhand.Isthisevenpractical?Whereexactlyinthebodywoulditgo? Hislaughislowanddeep.Youdbesurprisedwhatyourbodycantake.
Hestaresatmeforashortwhile,andIcanseetheamusementonhisfacechangingintosomethingdarker,something dangerous.Andthenhemoves,comingforme.
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