Chapter 158: Rooms
*Let yourself be the person you’ve secretly always wanted to be. – Troye Sivan*
Neo unlocked the door and reset the alarm once he and Jolene were inside. After the alarm chirped, the lights began to come on with the different sections lit up one at a time. Low lights along the floor and ceiling filled the hallway that they were standing in. Small green lights above the doors indicated that the reems were all available.
Which was obvious since the club was not open yet.
“Pick a door.” Neo encouraged.
Jolene took a deep breath and opened the door closest to her. As soon as her hand grabbed the handle, Neo realized he should have suggested any door other than this one. A shiver ran down her spine as she looked at the stainless-steel room.
“It’s for blood play. Not my thing, but we have a few members who enjoy it.” Neo shrugged. “Might want to skip that one” he pointed to the door across the hall and the one next to it, “and that one.”
“What are they?” she asked closing the door to the first room.
“First is scat play and the second is gun play.”
“Scat?” she asked. “Like poop?”
“Again, not my thing, but yes.”
“Gun?” She asked wanting to know if it was his thing.
He smirked. “No. Even though you can only use the ones locked inside the room and they are all demilitarized, it’s nothing that I would submit you to.”
“But you have done it before.”
“Yes. The only one I’ve never played with is the scat and golden showers. Those I don’t need to experience to know that they are not for me. I’m not big into the blood room, but I have used it to pierce my partners. That, I have enjoyed.”
“Pierce them?”
He nodded. “I trained with a local piercing artist and tattooist to learn how. I’ve pierced several of my past playmates. I’ve never tattooed anyone, that’s a lot more permanent.”
“Have you ever wanted to tattoo anyone?”
Stepping up to her he cupped her face in his hands before kissing her soundly. “Only one.”
“What would you put on them?” Jolene whispered as she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself.
“I was thinking a baby Betty making my heart around my name.” he moved his hand down to her chest and drew a heart over her own heart. “Like right around here.”
“Why is her name Betty?” Jolene asked quietly.
“It’s what Corkie called her.” He chuckled. “I would call Corkie and ask for time and he would put it in the book as Betty. I honestly don’t know where he came up with the name.”
“Why a snake?”
“Do you really want to know? Or are you stalling? If you’re uncomfortable, you need to tell me. This does not work without communication.”
She let out a deep sigh. “I’m just building up my courage. But I do want to know.”
“We’re going at your pace, but you need to be honest.” He gently reminded her, and she nodded. “The snake is my spirit guide. Betty is an Osage copperhead, paying tribute to my family heritage and my grandmother. She told me that the snake would guide me, transform me and make me strong.”
“Has it?” she asked quietly as his hands moved into her hair.
“It has. I have found a snake or snakeskin just about every time that I’ve made a major decision or change.”
He tipped her face up to his and his eyes moved over her as if he were memorizing all her features.
“The morning that Reese called me about you, I woke up to find a snake in my apartment.”
“How did it get in?”
“I don’t know. But I knew that the universe was telling me something big was going to happen. And there you were. My sleeping beauty.”
She smiled at him and felt a little braver. His hands fell away as she moved towards another door. Inside was lots and lots of pink with a large four-poster bed covered with stuffed animals. Confused, she looked at him as he chuckled.
“This is for a little. We also have rooms for boys like this. The sub takes on the persona of a child. It’s not like you’re having sex with a child. You want to take care of them. Pamper them as you would a young child. Some have that personality all the time, some when they are stressed and some just when they play.”
“You?”
“I’ve had a little before. Honestly, she was a little too mush work for me.” He shook his head in disbelief. “She’s with a friend of mine now. He has a little and a brat.”
“A brat?”
“Someone who likes to break the rules.” He walked down the hall and opened another door.
Jolene looked inside and was drawn to the room and stepped inside. This room had black walls and purple lighting that accented a large wrought iron bed with purple satin bedding. There was a large throne-like chair that was facing the bed. Neo smiled as he watched her touching the bed, running a hand over the soft bedding.
“What do I do?”
“We don’t have a contract in place, so we won’t play. But I can tell you what I would like to do with you when we do play.”
She nodded but did not turn toward him.
“Communication, Jo. You must tell me. Use your words.”
“Yes, please.” She whispered.
“Look at me, pet.” He gently demanded.
It took her a moment to turn and look at him. Once her eyes were on him, he stepped inside and closed the door. The lock clicked into place and the light above the door switched from green to red.
“If we were going to play, I would have you slowly strip out of your clothes and present yourself to me.”
“How would I present myself?”
“Sitting on your heels with your fingers linked behind your head, your knees wide apart for me to see your wet pussy. Is your pussy wet?”
She started to nod, and he arched an eyebrow at her. “Yes.”
“Alpha.” He corrected softly. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Good girl.” He moved closer to her. “The only thing that you would be wearing, would be your collar. This very lovely collar that declares that you are mine.” He grasped her chin in between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up at him. “And that I am completely trapped in your web.”
She smiled up at him and caressed his cheek.
“But we’re not going to play today.” He reminded her quietly with a gentle warning.
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