Page 156 of Doubts & Fears

The doors opened, and he waved me in. He hit the button that would take me to the bottom, turned, and walked away. It took, like, two seconds, and then the doors opened to my three Kings. I tried to read their faces, but I couldn’t.

I had only ridden the elevator with Ivan when we practiced in the war room. But something told me this was not a war room adventure, which only left the playroom.

Alek took my hand, brought it to his lips, and then led me to the only room in the house I hadn’t been in yet. He stopped in front of the door and pressed a series of numbers and letters into the keypad.

Ivan stood behind me on my left, and Nik on my right. Nik leaned down, and his warm breath whispered against the sensitive spot behind my ear. His lips brushed my neck before he straightened up.

My body’s denial over the last week overwhelmed me, and once again, my pussy flooded with desire. The door opened, and my palms were slicked with sweat. I backed up, only to hit the tall, solid wall that was Ivan. They were waiting for me to go in.

Here it was, do or die. Could I stand to be in a room that held all the things from my hellish past that both confused me, aroused me, and caused me pain? When being held, the Collector was the one who provided most of our sexual demonstrations.

He would perform all manners of sexual acts on women, with items that were standard for any playroom. I swallowed hard, pushing those thoughts out of my mind. All eyes were on me, clocking my panic.

The past week, if nothing else, had given them all the insight they might want from me. Taking a deep breath, I walked inside. I kept my gaze riveted to the ground, afraid of what the room would look like.

I turned around sharply when the door closed, a loud click sounding as it locked behind me. Nausea held me in its clutches, and needing comfort, I sought Alek.

“Don’t worry, the lock is not to keep you in. The only people who have the code to it are in this house. It’s accessible only by us. The code is 867TJM412. Can you remember that?” He caressed my face, trying to ease the fear.

I nodded and repeated it. He made me punch it into the panel to test it. Afterward, I looked around the room. It was dark, with little lights along the floor the only thing lighting up the space.

Ivan spoke, “Lights up,” and the room suddenly illuminated in a soft glow. “If for any reason you forget the code, the room has been programmed to acknowledge your voice. Just like the other rooms in the house. You can ask it to open, turn the lights up, or turn music on, as well as the screens.”

The room was painted a soft sea blue, and as long as I focused on the color, I felt the peace and tranquility one found while looking at the ocean on a calm morning. I thought it would be beautiful in a bedroom.

It smelled of leather, wood, and polish, and the smell reminded me of their study or Nik’s office. The ceilings were high, making the room feel huge. A large wooden cross shaped like an X was fastened to the wall, with leather cuffs at the top and bottom.

In the center of the room, hanging from the ceiling, was a set of chains. I knew enough to know there would be a winch somewhere to control how they were lowered and raised. Focusing on my breathing, I told myself not to think about the actual chains and to imagine them swapped out for straps, like the ones for dancing.

Just like when you were little and danced with Pasha. No need to be scared.

A leather-padded bench and a tall cabinet lined a large part of the wall in one corner. I swallowed hard. I knew what was behind those doors: floggers, paddles, whips, and various other disciplinary devices.God, please don’t let them open it. I pushed the thoughts away. If I even imagined the Gorean slave whip, I would pass out.

The bed, good god. I stared at it; it was bigger than any I had ever seen in my life. Four poster, canopy style, with intricately carved posts. The top two were attached to a headboard. Leather cuffs protruded from the bottom two posts. Metal rings fastened to the headboard, and my mind went to the past few nights of being tied up in their beds.

A couch sat at the end of the enormous bed, and chests of drawers lined the walls, holding all the little things a room like this might need. A ball gag was sure to be one of the things inside, and my fear climbed once more.

“Kitten?” Alek called, his voice bringing me out of my thoughts. He stepped up to me and rubbed small circles on the underside of my wrists.

“Why did you bring me here?” I squeaked out.

“You’ll see, but first, we need to talk to Sebastian.”

“Caruso? Why?” I asked, confused. He chuckled and pulled me into his arms.

“Monitors down.” Two large monitors descended from the ceiling in different places. I stared at the one closest to me as it flashed on, and Sebastian’s face stared back.

“Is this a family meeting, then, or another round of let’s torture Kinsley.”

His perfect, even white teeth flashed as he laughed. “Neither. It’s more like a follow-up,” he answered.

“Follow-up?”

“Yes, think of it like you went to the doctor and were given a prescription, and now we are following up to find out how you did.”

“Sounds like a counseling session. I have one of those set up already for tomorrow. It’s a two-hour special. I’ve got my hands full, trying to dodge Marcel’s never-ending questions about how I am feeling. I’m good.” I tried to keep the sarcasm from my voice.

“I’d love to be a fly on the wall during one of your sessions, tiny tot. Tell me, do you sass him too?”

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