Red Room 🌶

He was wearing a full-face mask that was made of metal, but it looked delicate like Venetian lace. The only thing I could see was his eyes, but he had black paint all around them. His eyes were dark, shiny, and burning hot like a volcano about to erupt; it was as if his eyes were obsidian glass.

He ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass before sliding them under and between my legs to spread me and pick me up. I followed through by wrapping my legs around his waist while he supported all of me. My breasts were in his face, yet he walked as if he knew every step he was about to take.

For once in my life, I was excited to be punished. I wanted to take his mask off and kiss him, but he opened the door, and my eyes went everywhere else. This room, the room I ran out of was called the Red Room.

It was a large room with 25 beds suspended from the ceiling by cables. To the side, there was an area with 15 sex swings, 10 sex lounges, and 3 large X-shaped pieces of furniture. Every bulb in the room was red.

People were having sex in the open and it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Some watched others, but most contained their eyes on their sexual partner or many partners. There was no method to what was happening, as people set out on a sexual journey to discover their pleasure.

Every sound that pierced my ears was of sexual nature. Moans, screams, whips, and profanity from the immense amount of pleasure coming from this room. The music was a sensual soft melody that only added to the sound of pure sexual pleasure.

As we walked further into the room near the back was a wall of toys to use for your pleasure and a sign that asked you to place them in the bin by the exit when done for proper cleaning. That made me feel a little better.

I had been to a pure romance party once before, so I knew what a few things were. The wall was divided into sections. The hand toys were of plenty ranging from pulsators, wands, vibrators, and dildos of every shape and size. Then there was an anal play section followed by a very vast option of whips, clamps, harnesses, ropes, and some things that I had never seen before.

I was so tranced by everything in the room that I forgot to turn to Adrian and finally see him. He was wearing what appeared to be a black suit, white shirt, and sleek black shoes. Very classic other than his shirt was half unbuttoned showing his tone chest covered with tattoos.

He walked over to the last bed in the back of the room and sat me down. He began to take off his suit jacket and hang it on a hook near the head of the bed. I guess this happens often. I watched each of his moves very carefully.

His shirt was long-sleeved, so I couldn’t see any part of him other than his chest. Just the silhouette from his clothing was enough to send shivers down to my core.

“What now?”, I spoke softly, but he didn’t reply.

He walked around to each corner of the bed letting down a set of curtains. I didn’t think privacy was key in this room, but he was making it private enough for the two of us. I guess he really didn’t like to share.

I watched as he walked over to the wall of accessories and toys. I watched as he ran his fingers over each blindfold as if he was inspecting it for texture. He picked one and walked over to me.

It appeared to be two-toned, black on one side and a lighter color on the other. It was silky smooth and long. I was pulled from my own thoughts as he spoke in an authoritarian tone.

“Kneel on the floor, put your hands behind your back, and don’t say a word”, I could hear the order in his tone. He was looking for me to obey, as I did.

He walked around behind me and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently removed my mask and replaced it with the silky blindfold. He tied it tight enough that I couldn’t see, but not enough to cause me any discomfort.

I had lost my sense of vision, but my other senses seemed to heighten rather quickly. I could now sense his body and hear every movement he made. The music and sounds of others faded as I honed on him, and each sound he made.

I heard him stand up and walk towards his jacket. Then I heard him unbutton his shirt, slowly. The sound his belt made as he pulled it out, whoosh. Then he folded it in half and snapped it a few times.

I hate that everyone in this room can see this except me. I heard him walk around the bed and rustle some fabric. I didn’t catch a good glimpse at the bed itself, but I am sure it was fitted with whatever he needed.

He bent down and whispered in my ear, “Stand up.”. I obeyed.

He walked around me as if assessing the goods and his plan for punishment. I felt him walk up behind me and put his arms around me. His mask was gone, and I felt his hot breath on my neck.

He planted kisses along my shoulder working his way up to my ear. He nibbled on my lobe and whispered, “I told you to wear something you could trash.”.

Before I could speak, he walked in front of me, and with his hands on my hips, he guided me back towards the bed.

I felt curtains separate, I couldn’t tell by the touch if they were sheer or not. As soon as the back of my legs touched the bed, he pushed me back and I sat down. He took off my shoes and helped me lay back and then climbed on top of me.

Straddling me I felt his hands go beside my head and when his nose touched mine, I knew we were face to face.

“Last chance to say no before I make you beg me to punish you.”, he had me wanting to beg and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

I didn’t say a word, just let out a sexual moan from frustration. He left the bed, and I heard him walk away. It sounded like he went back to the wall, but I couldn’t see. Do I dare peek?

I waited until I heard things on the wall move and then I used one elbow to prop myself up and the other hand to lift the bottom of my blindfold. The curtains were not sheer, so I peeked through the split in the curtains.

This man was probably the sexiest man I have ever seen from behind. He was tall with broad shoulders, strong legs with large quads, and glutes that would make the Men’s Health cover. He was fit and extremely toned; he was built to effortlessly lift a woman.

He stood there in a pair of black briefs that hugged his body. He was covered in tattoos, both arms and one leg were full of images. I couldn’t make out what they were, but they flowed together covering 75% of his body.

Before he turned around and caught me, I decided to lie back down. Now I had something visually stimulating. He opened the curtain and placed an armful of stuff on the bed next to me.

“What is all that stuff I hear?”, I asked genuinely curious.

“If ever you want me to stop, just say stop.”, he told me in an assertive tone with the hint of a warning that something was about to happen.

He got back on the bed and the only thing between him, and my body was the dress. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. With his strong arms, he picked me up to reposition me on the bed. I was now laying in the middle of the bed when I heard him close the curtain.

I lay there with anticipation for what was about to happen. He straddled my legs and ran his hands over my body tracing my dress. He cupped my breast with force and slid his fingers into the top to grip my dress. It didn’t take him long to use both hands and rip my dress into two pieces right down the middle.

I was completely naked now. He sat still for a moment before speaking.

“Your body is perfect, and I am going to use it to make you pay.”, he was calm and insistent.

He bent down and grabbed my breast, with a squeeze he used his tongue to trace my areola before gently biting my nipple. He didn’t leave the other out as he went back and forth before kissing, biting, and licking his way down to my hips.

He paused and moved from me, as I realized that waiting for him to ravage me and anticipation for it to happen was going to be pure torture.

“Sit on your knees”, he ordered as he grabbed something from behind me.

I was naked sitting on my knees in the middle of the bed waiting for his wrath. He sat on his knees behind me and ran his hands over my body cupping my breasts and twisting my nipples between his thumb and middle fingers. He continued to run his hands up my body. One hand went up to wrap his hand around my neck.

A moan escaped my lips as he ran his other hand down to my core...