Page 145 of The Frost Touched Queen

Places like this shouldn’t exist out in the open like this.

They should be kept in the dark, like some secret only one person knows about.

And yet, here we are.

Teo and I walk amongst the sinners that need a little pain to experience an ounce of pleasure.

Right at the front of the room, women are gagged and bound as their lovers take control of their bodies as they see fit. Some even have blindfolds on, unaware of who is punishing them, always wondering if it’s the person they envision in their minds or some stranger who is taking liberties with their bodies.

My own skin begins to heat as I watch these same women smile around their gags, as their lovers lick up the juices dripping down their legs while at the same time hitting them hard with a wooden paddle.

My core clenches with the words that flutter in the air surrounded by the infliction of pain.

Good girl.

That’s my beautiful girl.

Take it, baby.

Look how good you take it.

Shut the fuck up and be a good girl and put Daddy’s cock in your mouth.

Who’s your master, baby?

Who owns you?

Good girl.

All of it is ridiculously obscene and highly erotic.

Every word that is uttered in this room is filthy and profane, and yet, it’s all music to my ears.

This room is also more spacious than the others we’ve been in, and as we stroll further inside, it’s understandable why that is. There are men and women tied up by ropes and chains to the walls and from the ceilings, each one with their own personal master to educate them on the ways of pain and pleasure.

“Cleo did this to you?” I ask, unable to pry my gaze away from the sight before me.

“She did,” Teo confirms, his sight fixed on my face. “And then she taught me how to do it to her. It’s like I told you this morning. When Cleo and I met, I was in a very dark place in my life, one ruled by misery and suffering.”

“One could say this is a form of punishment too,” I counter, intrigued with his own infatuation for pain.

“No. This is an escape. Cleo offered me a way out of the real suffering I had been in, one that I was too willing to grab hold of. She saved me,” he explains passionately, as if he’s reliving the first day he walked through the same door we did all over again.

“You found salvation in a place most consider a damnation to the soul.”

“I did. And by that look on your face, I can tell you’re just as curious about it as I was at the time. Aren’t you, kitten?” he asks, my skin starting to tingle at the way his voice turned deep and throaty all of a sudden.

I nod, unable to mutter the word yes out loud.

“Would you like to try?”

I swallow the lump in my throat at his invitation.

“With… you?” I stutter, licking my dry lips.

“I would much prefer it to be with me, but you’re a free woman, kitten. And like I keep reminding you, freedom comes with knowing how to wield your power any way you see fit. If there is someone else here that you would prefer to practice with, then that is your prerogative. Not mine.”

“So if I want him,” I point to a man who is currently leaving bite marks all over his lover’s body, “all I have to do is walk over to him and you’d allow it?” I ask, testing him.

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