Page 28 of Kissin Irish by Morgan
“Okie dokie.”
“Fuck,” Cece said, pressing a button on the washer. “You hear that?”
“No.”
“I smell it. The motor’s burned out. Damn thing’s broke again. We’ll never get the laundry done today.”
“There’s always the machines in the basement,” I suggested with an ulterior motive.
“I’m not supposed to go down there. It’s basically a sex dungeon.”
I brought her into my arms. “Your brother’s gone. Kingpin’s gone. Come on. I won’t let anything happen to you down there.”
Cece’s chest heaved as she inclined her head. Surely, she knew there was only one reason I wanted to take her to the basement. It had nothing to do with laundry. I wanted to pick up where we left off yesterday. Still, I carried the basket downstairs at her direction. Although, at the bottom of them, I sat it down and steered Cece into one of the rooms.
Chapter 13
“What’s in here?” She whispered.
“You don’t have to be quiet. These rooms are as soundproof as the Throne Room. A queen size bed sits in the middle of this small room.” I turned to lock the door and told Cece as much.
Cece’s face wrinkled. “Does everyone use this place?”
“There’s a sticker on the headboard to let us know the room’s clean. The service you talked about that comes to wash the linens, steams everything down here, like the mattresses. All along the walls there are devices that have been cleaned too.” More than anything else on earth, Kingpin hated germs.
“What kind of devices?” Cece asked in a small voice.
Circling her, I said, “I could handcuff you, tie you up, tickle you, whip you, blind fold you? You name it.”
“There’s no need to blind fold me,” she said with a sly smile.
“I think there is.”
“It’d be useless.”
“How am I to know? You’ve not told me how much you can see.”
“I can’t see a damned thing. I’m blind. All the way.”
“All is black?”
“No. There’s just nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Yes, like behind your back. You can’t see it, right? That’s what it’s like. My sight’s completely gone.”
“Ya said you didn’t want to be treated any different. I’m going to blind fold you anyway.”
“But why?” Cece stalled.
I told her plainly, “I want to tie you up and have my way with you. The first thing I’d do in that case is blindfold the girl.”
“So be it.” Cece stuck out her chin.
Taking a satin scarf, I blindfolded her and tied a bow at the back of her head.
She waved her hands out in front of her face. “Still nothing.”
