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The man wasn’t Zain.

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A worker, Yanique, hadwelcomed them to the playroom a few minutes ago. They’d been standing in the general area since then.

Several beds were placed strategically all around the room. Lights lined the walls, giving everything a red glow. Above, there was a glass ceiling, so the darkening sky looked down at them. The nearby hot tubs looked magical with the blue interior lights.

“That’s it?” Taeja asked. She wasn’t sure what exactly she expected, but a big room full of beds and potted plants was not on the list. It was underwhelming.

“No,” Zain said, shaking his head. He looked around, seeing several closed doors toward the back of the room. He walked away, and Taeja took long strides to catch up with him.

“I prefer when you walk behind me,” she grumbled.

He stopped walking to look at her. “Why?”

“It’s hard to keep up cause mi short compared to yu.”

Zain tilted his head to the side, then motioned his hand for her to continue walking. He fell into stride with her this time. He opened a door and motioned for her to enter.

Taeja stepped inside, and her mouth gaped. “Mi rass! A wa dis?!”

“A playroom,” Zain answered, hooking onto all her expressions.

“Playroom? This looks like a torture chamber.”

“It can be if you want it to.”

Taeja gulped, looking around again.

There was a bed in a corner and a small shower at the back of the room with a cabinet beside it. Atop the cabinet were towels and a tray full of condoms, bottles, and handcuffs. There was a glory hole and something that looked like a slender multiplication sign.

“What’s that?” Taeja asked, shuddering when she noticed the straps attached to it.

“A St. Andrew’s cross.”

“Oh…” she said, looking at the leather swing hanging from the ceiling. Scary as it was, the longer she looked at it, she couldn’t help but imagine getting strapped to it and being used however her men saw fit.

Taeja licked her lips as she looked at all the suspensions hanging from the ceiling, feeling a wetness pool in her panties. She didn’t know what half of these things were, but she was fascinated by them.

Zain stepped behind her, brushing her hair away and placing his mouth at her ear. “I want to fuck you in a playroom,” he whispered, his breath pricking her skin. “I know how much you like getting tied up, and I want to tie you to the ceiling and force my dick up your pussy. I want to spank your perfect little ass and gag you. I want to watch these pretty eyes water because I’m giving you pleasure in a way no one else does or ever will. Then, I’d send you to my brother with my cum dripping out of your pussy, and you’d tell him what a good little slut you were for me. Would you like that, Taeja?”

“Yes,” she answered, her breathing quickening as she nodded eagerly.

Zain smirked against her ear. He pulled away and spun her around. Wrapping his fingers around her neck, he applied pressure with his thumb. He used his other thumb to trace her parted lips. “Do you know how many times I imagined these lips wrapped around my dick?” he asked. “How many times I imagined you screaming my name and begging me to fuck you harder? Do you know, Taeja?”

“No,” passed her lips in a breathy whisper.

Zain smirked, looking from her lips to her eyes and making her unable to look away. “Every waking second since I met you. You’re the first thing on my mind in the mornings and the last thing at night. Every time I get done fuckingthis—” He moved his hand from her lips and cupped her pussy, making her breath hitch. “—pussy, I’m thinking about fucking you again. You make me insatiable. I can’t ever get enough of you, Taeja, and I don’t want to.”

Taeja licked her lips as warmth spread through her body. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”

“I will.” Zain’s eyes shone, and he released her neck and pussy. He stepped away from her. “Just not today.”

Taeja’s eyes widened. “Zain! Yu cya get me horny and—”

“I dunno who used this room. I’m not gonna fuck you in here.” Zain scowled, glancing around the room. When his eyes settled back on her, they shone with a devious desire. “When we go home, I’m gonna show you my playroom.”

Her clit throbbed harder. “You have a room like this?”

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