Page 24 of Room One Hundred and Twenty Six: Denied

“Do what?” I asked, not sure that I understood.

“Why are you here, Torin? I need to know.”

“You signed the decree. You know the reason I’m here.”

“Why did you agree to it?”

“I should have never let you go.”

“Then why did you?”

“Okay, we’re doing this now, out here. Okay,” I sat beside her on the couch and though I’d practiced how to say this to her, it seemed stupid. I changed my method, hoping it was the best way to go. “When we were together, our relationship was very vanilla. I tried to spice things up and you always shied away from it.”

“Don’t I know it? Looking back, I missed a lot of opportunities.”

“Exactly. I talked to you about that multiple times and it never went the way I wanted it to go.”

“How exactly did you hope for it to play out?”

“I wanted to watch you fly apart. Bound, denied, tortured, and getting fucked.”

“Wait, you wanted to watch someone else fuck me?” She seemed shocked that I’d said it.

“Yes, specific people, but yes.”

“People…” Her eyes widened. “What do you mean people? Like a gangbang?”

“No, well, I wouldn’t consider two people a gangbang.” I weighed my answer and stuck with it. “More like a four-some.”

“Torin!” She exclaimed.

“Well, the truth is the truth. It wouldn’t stop there, though. I’m talking about a relationship, sex, lifestyle… everything.”

“Wow.” Elara rocked in her seat. “Okay. So that’s what we’re doing?”

“Every fucking day.” I growled, aroused by the thought of it. “I can’t help but want to see you soaking the sheets or a leather table.”

“Play nice, Torin. We’re here to talk and have dinner. But keep talking to me like that and I’ll put something else on the menu.” She winked.

“We both know that I’m not afraid for you to climb on the table and feed me, baby.”

“Mhm.” She straightened her black dress, smoothing out the fabric on her thighs. “You broke up with me and that hurt something inside of me. I truly always thought that you were going to be my future. Then you weren’t. I started exploring more of myself and I found out that bdsm is about more than whips and chains.” She smiled at me. “And having multiple partners pleasing me is sexy.”

I raised my eyebrow, waiting to see what else I’ve missed.

“I like being disciplined. I’m not sure where that prude version of me disappeared to, but I hope it stays there.” Elara giggled. “I’m more outgoing and I’m just different.”

“I see.” I eyed the dress that she was wearing and then glanced back up to her eyes. “Your curves,” I smiled.

“Yeah.” She looked to the floor. “I thought you’d moved on.”

“Part of me wishes that I could. There’s something about you that won't let me go.”

“I’ve got you in a chokehold?” She joked.

“You do. I even told my friends that I needed to find a way to wash you away. I can’t. And that’s why I’m here. Thanks to Ms. Ella, I vowed not to be afraid to go after what I want.”

“And that is?”

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