“Downstairs, there is a restaurant, obviously, a library, the bar, Veronica’s office, security, and a couple of meeting rooms. Upstairs are playrooms.”
She smirked. “Lead the way, my Lord.”
I closed in on her. “We are going to use every single one of these rooms over time, do you understand that?”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
I patted her arse and encouraged her to walk ahead of me. I liked the view very much. The first room we came to, I fumbled with the key.
“What’s inside?” she whispered.
“I don’t know. I haven’t been here since before they started to refurb it,” I replied.
As the door swung open, we were faced with a room of instruments and my cock twitched. There was a rack with paddles and whips, belts and restraints. One wall had various hooks and pulleys that clanked as she ran her hands over them. There was a bench in the middle of the room, padded with black leather, each of its legs had hooks.
“Oh, this looks fun,” Gabriella said, turning to me. She did the stance, the bent knee with her hand on her hip, shoulders slightly turned, and head cocked to one side. It was her challenge stance.
“I think we could have a lot of fun in here,” I said, reaching for a paddle and gently slapping it against my hand. “Sadly, not tonight. I didn’t book a room.”
She pouted theatrically. “Damn,” she said. I laughed and replaced the paddle.
The next room was the wet playroom. Although there was a bed to one side with satin sheets, the flooring and halfway up the walls were covered in a waterproof material. To the other side was what resembled an above ground swimming pool although shallow.
Gabriella walked to it. “Don’t tell me, mud play,” she said, and I laughed.
“Could be. Or food, or…whatever.”
“Mmm, not sure about this room. Feels like a birthing pool in a maternity ward.”
“Urgh, yeah, let’s move on.”
“Have you ever thought about children, Alex?” she asked as I locked that room and moved to the next.
“No. Now, are you ready for this one? I think I know what this is,” I said, distracted by the thought of the interior and not concentrating on her question.
“Oh, I certainly like this one,” she said.
We had walked into a suite set up for voyeurism. There was a one-way glass wall and we could see into the neighbouring room. The one in which we stood had a large bed and two wingback chairs facing the glass. The one through the glass had a large bed, a bench, a cupboard that I knew would store toys and lubricants—every room had that—and a St. Andrews Cross.
Gabriella walked closer to the glass and stared. “Will you show me that one day?” she asked quietly.
“Show or...” I tailed off.
She took a deep breath. “Tie me to it.”
I stepped close behind her, placing my hands on the glass at either side of her head. “I’ll show you everything. I want todoeverything with you.” I breathed out the words. She leaned back against me.
She didn’t reply but we left the upstairs. I had an uncomfortable walk back, my hard cock rubbing against my trousers.
“I recognise a few people in here.” Gabriella subtly glanced around.
“We’ve been building up a new clientele,” Mackenzie said, sliding our drinks towards us.
Veronica, who stood beside Mackenzie and placed her hand on his shoulder, soon joined us in a toast. He didn’t offer her his stool, which I thought rather ungentlemanly, until I realised; just looking at her body language suggested she’d moved into a submissive role with him. I chuckled into my glass as I took a sip of water and Mackenzie gave me a knowing look.
We were called through to dinner at our set time and although we went our separate ways, our tables weren’t that far apart. I pulled out Gabriella’s chair for her and she sat.
“Veronica has done a wonderful job here, I know I keep saying that, but this is going to make bank, Alex, for sure.” She flicked open her napkin and placed it on her lap.
