Page 9 of Room One Twenty Eight
Our room is situated in a corner, with two walls of windows greeting you as you enter. Tonight, the stars glitter in acobalt sky with a full, glowing moon lighting the room. Beneath the apex of windows is a huge, high bed with black silk sheets and piles of colorful pillows. Two stands full of toys, lube, drinks to keep us hydrated, and even some snacks.
“Come, sweetheart,” I command, leading her to the bed. “Sit, we will explain it all before we do anything to you.”
“What if I rather you not explain things? Would it be better if I just…let you do what you want to do?”
Frowning at Enzo as we exchange a look, I shake my head. “No, Luna. We want you to want us to do things to you. You need to crave it. To need it, the way we do. We will not play with you tonight if you won’t listen to the rules. If you cannot consent…”
“I consent. Out there, I gave my consent…I just…”
Luna trails off as she shudders. No, she is shaking like a leaf. Setting her on the bed, I kneel in front of her. Tomas moves beside her, but Enzo moves back, not wanting to overwhelm her. We’ve been doing this for a long time. It is a whole new world for her. We have to ease her in.
“Club Sin is a safe space, Luna. We all come here to explore our…more complex desires. Outside of the Club, we’re out, we’re together. Our…preference is no secret. Except we’re still missing something. Enzo craves a soft, sweet little girl who will let us tell her how to please us. How to be a good little girl for us.”
Luna’s full pink mouth makes an adorable “o” as her eyes flicker to Enzo, Tomas, then swing back to me. Good she understands I am the one in charge here. That’s a good girl indeed. Clever girl, catching on to this quick.
“You want me...you want me to be a good girl?” She hums with a look of pure innocence, as if her question doesn’t turn us all into needy beasts.
“Yes, babydoll,” Enzo answers, kneeling beside her, forcing her to look down at him. “We want to play with you tonight. To pleasure you. To please us all you need to do is be agood girl for us. You can do that, can’t you, little moon?”
When he calls her that, her eyes shimmer with pleasure. Very good. Our sweet girl craves praise from us. That is perfect. We will shower her with praise. Tomas craves the same and when we give it, he revels in it.
“Yes, I can. What rules do I need to follow?”
“Mateo sets the rules,” Tomas whispers as he slides to the floor to kneel beside me. Enzo moves as well, so we’re all kneeling before her.
With her seated there, the moon shining behind her, the glittering stars above, I see our entire world change. Luna is ours. Before we’ve even touched her, before we’ve had a taste of her, we all recognize this. Even Tomas who has been reluctant to share us with women.
Luna did not stumble into our lives that night by accident. Any other waitress could have been sent up to serve the balcony. If it had been anyone else, we would not be here with her now. Somehow, we would have found Luna that night at the theater where we celebrated the wedding.
“Tell me the rules, please, Mateo,” she whispers as her big, soft eye lock on mine, proving my instinct is spot on.
Luna will become our moon, our stars, our little good girl.
“Rule one: your pleasure is our job. Our pleasure comes second. Rule two: from this moment on, you will not be with anyone else. Neither will we. No one else will be in this room with us,” I tell her, exchanging a look with the other two and seeing that they agree. No more looking for our little girl is needed. We’ve found her at last. “Rule three: you tell us what you want and what you don’t. If we’re hurting you, you tell us to stop. Use a safe word. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand. I don’t want to be with anyone else,” she whispers, her head bowing as her cheeks flush. Another look is exchanged between the three of us—one full of triumph, ofrelief, of complete joy. “I need a safe word...what should I use?”
“Most use colors. Green means good to go. Yellow means go slow. Red means stop. Do you want to use those?”
Luna tilts her head as she considers the question. I smile because I can tell this is going to be the most fun we’ve ever had. Because she wants to make this up as she goes along. Wants to make it fither.We’vefound our match in her. A slow smile spreads across her pink lips before she answers.
“No. Can I use...can I use moon?” Her voice is soft, breathy, as if she fears we might tell her no.
None of us will ever tell this woman no.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you can. If we’re pushing or hurting you, or you can’t come again, say Moon. If you want more, say Sun. Is that good for all of us?” I pose it as a question, but it is not—they must follow my command.
“Yes,” three voices sing out, making my heart swell in my chest.
Sitting there for a moment, none of us move. We’re still knelt in front of her, as if we’re about to pray to her. We’re will in a way. Her body will be our temple. One we will worship, adore, and yes, punish. Because our good girl will want to be punished. She will welcome it.
“Any other questions?” I ask gently, reaching out to cup her jaw.
“Yes,” she whispers as her eyes go downcast. “Why me?”
Knelt before her, we all reach out at the same time. We take one of her hands in one of ours, piling them together. It’s cute. The same feeling I get whenever I touch Tomas or Enzo is there. It courses between all four of us as we sit there together. It feels so obvious to me, so clear in how the air thickens, how our bodies almost hum as we connect to each other.
“Because of this,” I rasp, my voice thick with emotion, with need, with want. “We felt it that night at the wedding. You feel ittoo, don’t you?”
