Page 73 of We Are All Sinners

“Let’s play a game. There are several rooms to choose from to fulfill every fantasy you could possibly have. Choose wisely my love, you have ten minutes before I come and find you. If you haven’t chosen a room by the time I do, I’m going to have to punish you.” Brixon smirks as he glances at his watch.

His amusement grows, biting his lower lip to stifle his laughter, I’m sure because of the look of pure fear on my face, not expecting this.

The beat of, “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction,” by The Beatles, thumps through the speakers, bouncing off the walls, and I can’t help but sing. Damn it! Fucker knew this song would slow me down!

“Wait, where are they? How am I supposed to choose?” I yell over the music as my adrenaline kicks in with the taunt of a game. He knows it makes me mad to have to ruin a song, but I don’t have time.

I stand there gawking at Brix, almost frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

“Look around my little witch, nine minutes.” His smile widens as he moves further away from me, backing into the dark shadows.

His mask hides only one side of his face, but I can still see his pure amusement, before he is gone.

I inhale a calming breath and take in my surroundings, realizing there are halls beneath each neon sign placed above dark arched open doorways in the dome-like room.

There is one with bright red lips with teeth biting their bottom lip. One with a creepy drama mask blinking back and forth from happy to sad.

Definitely not.

I take off towards a darkened archway of the room where I see a neon sign with flames and an arrow pointing down. This looks more like my cup of tea.

“Eight minutes.” His seductive voice booms through speakers in the dark cave like hallway as I enter, making me jerk my head around to see where it’s coming from.

I can’t help but giggle as I spin in a circle. My heart jumps into overdrive, pounding against my chest. I look into each room, quickly moving past each one down the dim lit hall. Each roomhas a theme that seems to get more and more depraved as I continue my search for the perfect room.

I know he created a specific room just for tonight. What if I picked the wrong hall? Will I enjoy the punishment? I smirk, slowing down a bit.

The intoxicating scent gets thicker as more fog is pushed out from the bottom of the walls. It has to have some sort of aphrodisiac in it with the way the scent has my core tightening again.

I try to ignore the throb between my legs, and the large metal bulb in my ass, as I chant babies over and over.

“Pretty Eyes,” by Bryce Savage, replaces the silence between songs, making me smile, knowing he is trying to be sweet, even in hell.

I move quickly again, scanning each room. When I see nothing that just screams Brix, I move to the next, crossing the hall back and forth, until I come to a room filled with black, red, and orange flower petals. They cover the floor and pepper the red silk sheets on the gothic styled black metal king-sized canopy bed, in the middle of the room.

Mirrors line the walls and ceiling of this room allowing me to see my reflection for the first time since we got in the car, where he covered my eyes with the red silk scarf.

I move closer looking up at the mirrors on the ceiling, watching in awe as the petals on the floor swish as my feet push through them, creating an illusion of fire flames dancing.

“You are down to five minutes my little witch. You are such a good girl finding the room so quickly. My brilliant, beautiful, cunning cock tease. Pick what you like and lay on the bed for me. I’ll be there to reward you soon.”

My eyes dart around the room, looking now at all the other things I missed. There is a bench covered in red leather lined with toys of all shapes, sizes, and variety.

I pick up a long black feather, wondering what this could possibly do, so I put it on the bed, along with several other toys that intrigue me, including a black leather paddle with red stitching that has the words, Make Me, carved out.

I smirk, knowing he had this made especially for me.

I decide to remove my dress and be ready for him in the lingerie he picked out. My pussy throbs with every move I make, waiting, begging to be touched.

My nerves start to make my heart feel like I am running a marathon again as Brixon’s voice starts the countdown from ten. I look up at my reflection in the cluster of mirrors as I lay flat on the bed, noticing just how beautiful the mask that he put on me actually is.

“Five”

There are red and black jewels accentuating one eye, while black lace covers red silk, and the most beautiful sparkly butterfly decorates one side of the mask. The other side is just black lace and red satin. I have never felt more beautiful or more alive than I do in this moment.

My breathing quickens as he says, “One.”

I realize he is in the room. I raise my head up quickly to see one side of his perfect smirk, on the side that is not covered by his mask, as he moves closer to the bed.

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