Page 14 of Twisted Little Thing

There’s nothing playful about his demeanor anymore, nothing gentle, nothing charming.

I’m deliciously scared.

"Yes, Sir," I breathe, relishing the feeling that travels along my spine as I display this new approach to obedience.

"Good girl," he leans down and whispers in my ear. He then gives me a quick peck on the cheek.

His little burst of praise makes my heart jump in an unfamiliar way. No one has ever called me a ‘good girl’. No one has ever caused me to react in this way using only his words.

Good girl. I really like the sound of it.

The doors of the elevator open and invite us into a long, brightly lit hallway. I try not to think about how much a night in one of these rooms on this floor might cost – or why he can even afford it.

He stops in front of one of the doors and quickly opens it with a card that he has drawn from his wallet.

"Come in," he beckons me as I remain in the hallway, hesitant to follow him.

The room is gorgeous – and gigantic. It is decorated in warm colors, red with a hint of orange here and there. The warm light given off by the fancy fixtures is rather dim, but still bright enough for me to see everything clearly.

It seems like he has only booked the room for the night. I don't see any belongings or luggage that would suggest a longer stay.

"Very nice," I whisper and turn around to face him. "You planned to pick someone up tonight, didn't you?"

He is standing behind me, leaning against the wall and watching me as I scan the room.

"I was prepared for that to happen, yes," he says. "But I would have stayed here no matter what, even if I had to spend the night by myself."

"Mhm," I mumble, raising my eyebrow to show him how little I am convinced.

"But why –"

"Nicky," he interrupts me. "No arguments. No questions."

I literally bite my tongue and nod. "Yes, Sir."

This is going to be harder than I thought.

"Now," he adds, approaching me. "I want you to use the bathroom and freshen yourself up. Take a shower, if you like. I want you clean and naked when you come out."

"Naked?" The surprise is evident in my voice.

"Wear a bathrobe if you feel more comfortable," he says. "But hurry. I want to play with you."

Play?

I am intrigued to ask, but remember the rules. No fights. No questions.

"Yes, Sir," I reply obediently.

Upon entering the bathroom, I cannot suppress a childish gasp as I close the door behind me. Damn, this is nice. Everything is so lavish and spotless. And there is even a giant whirlpool tub. I glance at it and wonder for a moment whether I should ask him if this wouldn't be a good place for us to start. Sharing a romantic bath, surrounded by foam, massaging each other...

I turn on the shower, impressed by the multi-head showerhead, and take off my clothes as I wait for the water to warm. The beating hot water feels great as it gets rid of the dried sweat and filth from the club.

I feel like a new woman when I step out of the shower and wrap myself in one of the soft, plush bathrobes hanging on the wall. A quick look in the mirror reveals that my makeup still looks surprisingly good and only my hair needs a little brush-through before I step back into the main room.

He is standing next to the bed and beckons me to come closer as soon as he sees me.

"You look beautiful," he says softly. "You should see that cute little blush on your cheeks. It's irresistible."

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