“Sure.”
He poured a little in two different glasses and handed me one while he took a sip of the other. All I needed was for him to step away so I could squirt the serum into his drink. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like that was going to happen; he watched me like a hawk. I took a sip of the scotch and felt the burn go down my throat. That was when the idea hit. Turning my back to him, I glanced up at his walls and pointed at the paintings.
“Those are very interesting. What made you choose them?” He walked toward me, but I kept my back to him and continued my stroll around his room. Slipping my hand into my purse, I pulled out one of the syringes and expelled the contents in my own drink, quickly sticking the vial back in my purse. I had a plan and I hoped to hell it worked. If not, I only had one dose left. I stopped so he could join me and looked up at the last painting.
“To be honest, I didn’t choose them; my interior designer did. She thought they matched my personality.”
Snorting, I nodded up to it. “I’d say she hit the nail on the head.”
“Why is that?”
“Let’s see . . . they’re all black, white, and gray. Abstract. It also shows a dark and wild side. Not too sure if I like that combination.”
“You’re about to see it, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I think you’ll like it once I break you in.” Taking my arm, he pulled me out the door and back down the stairs toward the kitchen. There were no extra doors that could possibly lead to a basement. However, that didn’t mean there weren’t any. What appeared to be just a wall of cabinets, turned into a large door that swung open, revealing a set of stairs leading into the darkness below.
He dragged me along, but I planted my feet into the floor. “I don’t think I’m going to enjoy what’s down there.”
“Are you scared? Out of all the girls I’ve fucked, you were the last one I’d suspect to be scared.”
“I’m not scared. I just don’t like surprises.”
“Once you see what’s down here, you won’t be surprised anymore. It’s all laid out for you.”
Taking a deep breath, I took a step forward and let him guide me down the stairs. It was dark, but there was a red light glowing from deep within. I felt like I was in a horror movie sneaking into a house where the killer awaited my arrival. But curiosity killed the cat. Once I stepped off the last stair, I had to blink my eyes a few times to comprehend what I was seeing. “Oh my God.”
Chazz turned on another red light, highlighting the bed in the corner of the room. There weren’t axes, knives, or anything that could be used to mutilate someone’s body, but there sure as hell were sexual torture devices, a flogger being the first thing I saw. It wasn’t the room of doom I was expecting, but a sadist’s room of pleasure. Chazz picked up the flogger and slapped it on the red, silky bed sheets. “I think your ass will look perfect being the same shade as your hair.”
“You want to whip me?” I asked incredulously.
Setting his glass of scotch down, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it across the room. “Why not? Has Avery never punished you before?”
“Not like that.”
“You’re both missing out then. It’s pleasurable, heightens the senses.”
“For you maybe,” I scoffed.
Setting the flogger down, he beckoned me toward the table of toys. Not only was there a flogger, but there was a whip, handcuffs, rope, a couple of different sized dildos and a few other things I could only imagine what were used for. “Do I use the dildos on you?”
He picked one up and handed it to me. “It’s for me to watch you use. Surely you’ve pleasured yourself before?”
“I’m a woman, Mr. Davies. I’m sure you can figure that out.”
“Then get on the bed and show me.”