Chapter 64: Playroom
*The perfect house would have a basement so that we could have a playroom and no one would know. – Evie*
Evie wasn’t sure what she was expecting in the playroom, but it was not what she found. There was a large wrought iron bed that had straps and cuffs attached to the head and foot. Currently, Ink was putting red satin sheets on it. On either side of the bed was a bedside table with three drawers. She assumed that both held condoms, toys and lube. Soon enough, she would discover that she was right.
In the far corner was a motorcycle lift that had been modified with cuffs and straps. In the opposite corner was a spanking bench and prayer bench. Both of these intrigued her. Between these were two Saint Andrew’s crosses. One was wooden with padding, while the other was metal and no padding. Along the wall opposite the bed was a convertible sex chair, a sex swing and a hook attached to a wench.
The third wall had two doors. One clear glass that revealed a beautiful full bathroom. The other was shiny black and had no handle, only a deadbolt. On the same wall as the bed, but on the other side of the door that they had just entered were cabinets. On the open shelves, she saw bedding and rolls of plastic. The other two cabinets had floor to ceiling doors that were currently closed. Sitting in the middle of the room was a black metal cage. It was an octagon and about eight feet across, it made Evie think of a giant bird cage.
The walls of the room were mirrored. As was the ceiling. The floor was a bright shiny white with drains in a few places. There were also several cameras placed around the room. Some on tripods while others were attached to the walls or furniture. They were all moveable and looked like they were aimed at the last activity.
“Our cabinet is the second one.” Tank said pointing in the direction of the cabinets. “You can use anything in it.”
Evie walked over and opened the doors. Inside she found an assortment of whips, floggers, bindings, gags and spreader bars. There were also toys of all kinds – ticklers, vibrators, plugs, dongs. She reached out and gently stroked a flogger.
“I haven’t done anything since…” Evie whispered.
She felt both men step up behind her. Two hands rested on her lower back while another rested on her right hip and another splayed on her stomach. Moving in unison, they both pressed light kisses to her bare shoulders.
“We’ll go slow.” Tank said from her left.
“Just like you’re a novice.” Ink added from her right. “There are a few things that we need to go through. We can wait, put a contract in place first. If it would make you feel better."
“I have a back injury.” She told them, leaning her head back as they both kissed and nibbled on her neck and shoulders. “I can’t hang unsupported.”
“We’ll stay away from hanging.” Tank noted. “Do you like toys?” at her husky yes, he continued. “Can we watch you with them? Can I watch Ink use one on you?”
“And I watch you two?” Ink added.
“Yes. I love toys. And I love being watched.” She said feeling her shirt being pulled out of her pants.
“We are definitely going to discuss that one.” Ink murmured in her ear as they both lifted her shirt off of her. They both eyed the black lace corset and whispered, “Beautiful.”
“Sirs, may I touch you both?” she asked quietly and they both gave her permission.
As she brought her arms down, she rested her hands on their necks. Turning her head, she gently tugged Tank down for a kiss. As he devoured her mouth, Ink exposed her breast and sucked in a breath.
“You naughty girl.” He grinned as he tugged on the black barbell that went through her nipple.
Moaning into Tanks mouth, she reveled in the pleasure assaulting her body. No matter how good her imagination was, how well the vibrator hit her hidden spots or how much she toyed with her nipples or clit, it could not replace the feel of another’s hands or mouth.
Tank released her mouth and discovered a matching barbell in the other nipple. Her hands slid down their shirts to the bulges in their pants. Both men gave into a moment of pleasure of her hand caressing them before pulling her hands away. Tank scooped her up in his arms, bridal style and walked her to the freshly made bed. Ink grabbed the flogger that she had touched earlier and followed them.
