Chapter 192: Accept Your Punishment
KATE
"You can already tell me what this place is," I said when Nathan pulled into the underground parking lot.
"I thought you said you trusted me," he replied before getting out of the car. I did the same.
"I do, but you're scaring me," I said, closing the door.
Since we had left the hotel, a mix of curiosity, impatience, and fear had been overwhelming me.
"Nathan..."
"Come." He took my hand, forcing me to follow him, and the firm grip of his hand made me less nervous.
There was no reason to be afraid; after all, I trusted him blindly.
We walked through the parking lot until we entered the elevator. A few seconds after the doors closed, Nathan reached into the pocket of his black overcoat and pulled out a small, shiny black fabric mask.
"Turn around," he ordered as I stared at him, confused. I complied without objection.
"Can you tell me what this is for?" I asked while he secured it behind my head.
"Discretion."
"Why?" I turned to face him again.
He took a second mask, also black but slightly larger and with a leather-like texture, from his coat and put it on his face.
"I thought we weren't going to a masquerade ball," I said, and he almost smiled.
"No."
"So?"
"You're about to find out," he said, raising a hand to caress my face.
I swallowed hard, feeling adrenaline surge through my body while I gazed into his hypnotic blue eyes behind the mask.
I was about to kiss him when the elevator doors opened. A man was waiting for us in a dimly lit corridor with neon red lights reflecting on the walls and floor. He, too, was wearing a mask.
Stepping out of the elevator, Nathan pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to the man, who nodded before turning and starting to walk away. Nathan took my hand before following him.
My mind was starting to make assumptions about what kind of place this was. We continued to follow the man through the corridors in silence, passing through some doors. Then he stopped in front of one and handed Nathan a key before leaving us.
Without delay, Nathan opened the door and waited for me to enter. When I did, I found myself in a room with black walls, softly lit by red lights scattered on the walls and ceiling.
What surprised and frightened me a little were the other things scattered around the room.
I swallowed hard, feeling a new wave of adrenaline rush through my body. All the furniture was black, but the first thing that caught my attention was a kind of cage in one of the corners of the room, which appeared to be made of metal.
Next, my eyes moved to the bed, pressed against the center of one of the walls. The headboard seemed to be leather-upholstered, and the structure above and at the ends was made of metal. There were chains attached to them—many chains.
In another corner, there was a kind of leather sofa bed. And around the room, there were tables and cabinets with various accessories on top of them. On the walls, there were structures with whips and torture devices hanging from them.
It was all a bit scary, especially the chains.
"Are you scared?" Nathan asked, whispering in my ear as he pressed his body against my back. I had almost forgotten he was there.
"A little surprised," I said nervously.
Although we had experienced some things in this room once or twice, I never imagined he would want to come back to a place like this, which I assumed was a club.
"Are you okay with this?" I asked, turning to face him. He had already removed his mask. "I thought..."
"I felt it was time to leave it all behind," he said, releasing and removing my mask. "And I owe it all to you, Mrs. Ryan," he added, caressing my face.
"Nathan..."
"You've freed me from what has always haunted me."
His words moved me.
"If you don't stop, you'll make me cry."
"No. Tonight, I think you'll cry for other reasons."
He still had a way of ruining moments.
"Okay, now you're scaring me."
"Great. I could say something like 'I would never hurt you' to comfort you, but that's not the goal here. So, do you still remember your word?"
"Yes, but should I be worried about what you just said?"
"What's that?" he asked, ignoring my question.
"Cactus."
"Yes, and I feel like spanking your ass every time I remember it. Now, take off your clothes."
"Now?"
"Do I need to repeat myself? You know the rules from now on, no objections or provocations, and you know how to address me."
"Yes, sir," I replied, feeling his words send a shiver down my spine.
"Good girl. Now it's time to receive your punishment for being a bad bride."
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