Chapter 0130

The room is...well, it’s incredibly chic, as far as sex dungeons go.

My mouth falls open as I slowly scan the room, taking in everything and trying to figure out the function of...well, all of it.

I blush horribly as I step into the room, feeling every bit the naive virgin that I am. I know, immediately, that I am out of my league

with this. Here I was thinking that all you needed for sex as a nice comfortable bed and...

Well, actually, that’s here too.

I wander towards the huge four-poster bed at the center of the room. It’s made of sturdy black wood and dressed with onyx satin

sheets. I run my hand over the blankets, marveling at the softness of the material before my eyes catch on the series of rings

built into the headboard. I look up at the posts next, and then at the square of wood that connects each of the posts above my

head. Those all have rings too.

What the hell are those for?

I snatch my hand away from the bed, bringing my fingers delicately to my mouth and turning to look around more. It’s actually...

not at all like the dungeons I’ve seen on television and the internet, the few times I’ve been curious enough to look. Those are

filled with devices and chains and...strange obscene chairs that make me blush harder when I remember them. This room, while

it's clearly built for sex - and for a very certain kind of sex - is...simpler, I suppose?

It suits Kent, I think as I look around, to have a BDSM sex room where most of the toys are neatly hidden away in tasteful,

matching cabinets that line the walls. Even in here, he keeps his secrets close to his chest, locking away everything until he’s

ready to reveal it.

I'm standing, knock-kneed and wide-eyed, still staring around the room, when I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

I gasp, spinning, and see him there — his muscular shoulders filling out the frame of the door. My eyes go even wider, if that’s

possible. Slowly, I let my hand drop from my mouth as he takes a step into the room and closes the door behind him.

“Hello, Fay,” he says, slipping his hands into his pockets and staring at me evenly, his voice perfectly controlled. “How was your

date with Ivan?”

I laugh, suddenly — a little huff of disbelief, really — at the ridiculous simplicity of the question. “Um, it was nice?” I hear myself

say. “We had...tacos.”

Kent frowns a little, quickly putting together that we didn’t go to the restaurant he arranged for us. But he doesn’t say anything.

He just walks further into the room, stopping when he’s a few feet from me, close enough for me to see the rough late-night

stubble that has grown onto his usually clean-shaven face throughout the day. Close enough for me to look up into his hard

green eyes.

“I don’t show this place to everyone,” he informs me, his voice soft. “And I would be...displeased. If others were to learn about its

existence. I like to keep my personal life private. Is that understood?”

I nod slowly, even though the first thing that pops into my head is that I am definitely going to tell Janeen, who was going to lose

her mind.

“You've signed a nondisclosure,” Kent continues, looking at me closely. “If you break it, you'll lose...everything we agreed to.”

I nod again, still speechless.

I mean, I’m still going to tell Janeen. But he doesn’t have to know that.

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