“You did all this?”
I laugh. “Not at all. We’ve had a ton of crews come in. Concrete guys, plumbers, electricians, framers, you name it. Gabe and I have been on-site for all of it. Overseeing, working, but there’s no way two guys could have done this.”
“Did you work on big sites like this in St. Louis?”
“Sometimes.” I’m not okay talking about my past, leaving breadcrumbs back to my home. Habit I got into when I left Texas and one I’m not ready to change. The automatic door to the lobby glides back. I head directly to the huge three by two bedroom condos we’re finishing for Eliot and the other guys. Ground floor access, fully wheelchair accessible with all the latest gadgets like voice activated lights and environment controls. Inside the opening between the units is bare. No door at all.
I holler into the living area, “Gabe?”
“Back here.”
SJ tries to free herself, but I tug her with me to the bedrooms. Gabe’s in the primary with the en suite bath.
“Got the temp door off.” He says from the ladder where he’s just installed a lightbulb in the new fixture. “Test it.”
“Lights on.” The fixture illuminates almost instantly.
“That is so cool.” SJ stares at the ceiling.
“Think that’s cool? Check out the shower controls. I guide her over the wet area, the tile continues straight in behind the glass wall, a variety of shower heads including rain and massage and side spouts break up the slate. “All controlled by this panel which can save six presets. And if you slide the panel closed with this button,” I point at the control for the freaking heavy shatter proof door that closes off the area, “it can be used as a steam room.”
“I could die happy in here.” SJ glances over to the jetted tub. “Seriously, I want to live in this bathroom.” She plunks down on the built in bench. “Send food.”
I chuckle at her. “It’s not even painted yet. Amy wouldn’t let you move in until it’s fully decorated.” And I wouldn’t let her live with the guys. I would keep her all to myself if she was staying. An image of her naked in the shower, taking my cock comes to me clear as day. She is wrecking me. I step out of the shower and ask Gabe, “When’s the door supposed to get here?”
He glances at his phone. “Half hour.”
“Mind if we go check out the restaurant.” Gabe gives me a knowing look. Yes, I mean the dungeon, might be the only time I ever have a woman alone in one. “Unless you need help screwing in lightbulbs.”
“Go on. I’ll call you when it gets here.”
“Want to go see the rest?” I ask SJ.
She picks herself off the bench and comes to me. I take her hand again as soon as we leave the apartment. We start in the restaurant with its huge windows designed to catch the sunset and the beautiful mountain views. Booths line the two solid walls, tables fill in the open space. Wood rafters with oil rubbed bronze fittings make the space feel intimate according to Amy. My favorite are the bronze chandeliers that look like antlers, despite the fact they were a bitch to install. SJ oohs and ahs and touches each detail within her reach.
I don’t bother with the kitchen, it’s a restaurant. “Let’s go downstairs.”
The slight hesitation before she agrees surprises me, but I blow it off. She’s fascinated by the luxury space, probably wasn’t ready to move on, but I can’t wait to get her in the dungeon now that we’re here. I take her down the stairs since we’re still waiting for the elevator sign-off. It’s a story and a half down. Plenty of space in between for sound proofing materials. SJ is quiet. I pause before I press the bar on the door. “You okay.”
“Yeah. Of course. Excited to see it.”
I lean on the bar with my ass, keeping my eyes on her. Only a few steps back to trigger the motion lights and reveal the space. She turns her head away from me, to the open room and gasps. Yeah. That’s the reaction I was looking for. Pot lights run along the outer edges of the room softly illuminating the privacy booths and some of the more static stations. There’s a ton more lighting that took forever to install. All controlled by a central panel in the sound booth. A full stage fills the end of the long room, about where the kitchen is in the restaurant. Beams criss-cross the ceiling, providing infinite points of attachment. My mandatory addition to the space. It was a huge expense and time consuming but totally worth it in the end for the flexibility it will give us. SJ tugs free of me and walks to one of the leather panels that line the walls.
“It’s padded.” She glances back at me.
“Double duty. Sound proofing and a comfortable place to rest if you’re restrained.” I tilt my head to the ceiling.
Her mouth forms an O. She scampers over to one of the booths, trying it out before she bounces back up and tracks back to check out some of the equipment we’ve already installed: spanking benches, St. Andrew’s crosses, various stockades and restraint options in the walls. She bends down to inspect one of the tables with a built in cage.
“Wow.”
“We have private rooms too. But those aren’t set up yet. Waiting on paint before we put the furniture in.”
She nods, eyes wide. This place is already completely different from Pandora, the only dungeon she’s been in. As I open my mouth to ask her if she wants to see how the restraints work, my phone dings. Gabe saves me from a bad decision.
I text back.Be right there.
“We gotta go. Door’s here.”
