The Red Door (The Door Series Book 1) (9 page)

“Shit!”

I looked around and noticed the room was bare except for the essentials. The living area of the room consisted of a blue couch and chair, a coffee table, and a flat screen on the wall on one side of the room and on the other there was a small kitchen. There was also a floor to ceiling curtain on a track system that cut across one-third of the room. The curtain was open now, revealing a bed. The clock on the nightstand read it was only a little past ten p.m. I managed to lose my virginity, meet Wonder Woman, disrespect Mitch, get off in front of a bunch of strangers, and get sent to my room in two hours. Jesus, Becca was right, this place was a rabbit hole.

Above the couch was a large picture of a beach with the sun setting across the ocean. It looked serene and calm until I looked on the faraway part of the isolated beach. At first the picture led me to believe it was a log then I looked a little closer and saw that it was a silhouette of a couple in a very intimate position. It was illicit but romantic. I walked over toward the kitchen area of the flat. It was small but had the essentials; a fridge, microwave, coffee pot, and a table that seated four. I grabbed a Coke and walked over to the bedroom area. The bed was a huge four-poster that had metal running on top between each post and to the middle above the bed creating a domed X. The headboard was taller than me and solid black wood. The only wall décor in the whole apartment was the picture above the couch. There was one bedside table that held the clock and a lamp. Besides the table, the only other storage was drawers under the bed.

I opened the first drawer and it held a variety of scarves, fur lined cuffs, and a few eye masks. The next drawer had batteries, condoms, and a bunch of different flavors of lube. The next drawer had several packaged items. A couple bullets, something that looked like a butterfly, some nipple clamps, and a cock ring. The other side of the bed had three more drawers. The first drawer held a few different vibrators. One looked like a rabbit bending over a log, and another was a slim piece of metal. All of them were different colors, the pink rabbit of course being my favorite, and a few had beads that did different things. The next drawer had some whips, floggers, paddles, rope, and collars. This one was a little scary, but it excited me too. I pulled out a flogger and spanked myself. It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would, but it did leave a red mark. I put it up and closed the drawer. Each one had been getting more and more hardcore. I started to open the last drawer and wondered if I honestly wanted to know. I pulled it open slowly and saw it contained anal plugs of all shape and color. Some were small, all the way up to one that boasted of a six inch girth. Ouch! There were anal beads, pretty glass plugs, and double penetrators. I knew they both wanted this so I wasn’t shocked to see any of it. Thanks to looking at dirty magazines growing up, and the research I had been doing, I knew what each of these were, but I wasn’t ready to face it now. I closed the drawer and walked to the only door in the whole suite. It held a bathroom and a closet with a stackable washer and dryer on one side and a small hanging area with a few men’s shirts on the other.

Between the stickiness on my chest and between my legs, I decided it was past time to take a shower. Thirty minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom in a green fluffy robe I found on the door. It wasn’t midnight yet and even though I usually went to bed by eleven, I could not sleep knowing Mitch would be coming up soon. I decided to channel surf until Mitch showed up or I fell asleep, but there was nothing on and no DVD player or even a cable box for that matter, yet somehow the remote changed the channels.

I started to wonder about that. How could it change the channel? Unless it had an IR extender, infrared light extender, which would let you control cable box, DVD player, or anything hooked up through your HDMI, high-definition multimedia interface. There was one of these at the shelter I worked at. It was kept hidden so it would not be tampered with or stolen. I pressed input on the remote deciding to even see if there was a DVD player hooked up. There were six slots. The first HDMI was hooked up to Satellite TV. The second was hooked up to the DVD player. I stopped there to see what movie was in the player. It started playing where it was turned off at, which happened to be two girls having a little naked fun. Not my thing and also wouldn’t help me relax. I could tell the four, five, and six HDMI slots were empty, but three had a group of numbers beside it.

I pressed on it and thought I had started another movie until the picture changed. It showed the large sitting room downstairs. I tried to turn it up, but there was no sound.

It changed to another room with a large black bed, which of course was being occupied. Then it went to another large room with several areas. One wall had three crosses, but only one was being used. I felt strange, just like I had every other time I had read or watched anything sexual that I enjoyed watching. Even more was the fact that watching the woman on the cross being hit with a crop made me wish I was there. I wanted to hear the sounds, the slapping sound it made when it hit her and her cries. I knew most people thought that sex should be private, but I thought it was beautiful. It didn’t matter if it was two people in missionary position, a threesome, or involved some pain. Seeing the interaction and responses perpetuating from each was seductive and alluring.

There were a couple couches, and some benches with subs tied over them. In the middle, there was a raised platform that had a man tied up in restraints attached to the ceiling spreading his arms and legs. A woman, it was Wonder Woman, was whipping him. I couldn’t look away. It was obvious this was not for play, he was being punished. Though she didn’t look turned on, several of the people around were. I saw a man quit watching and wrap his hand around a woman’s neck, pushing her up against the wall while getting hot and heavy. I wondered who the guy in restraints was. All I could see was his back. There were some tattoos, but from this angle and distance I could not tell. I began to look around to see when this was recorded when I saw Adam and Holly. They were dressed the same as they were earlier. I looked back at Diana and saw she, too, was in the same clothes. This was being recorded tonight if not now. I went to look harder, but the scene changed.

This one was of a small room with a doctor’s table. It wasn’t in use at the moment. Then it went to a room where there was a large desk. It was in use and from their clothes I guessed this would be for the people who have a secretary fantasy or maybe a teacher and student fantasy. The next room looked like a barn complete with hay. There were two men in cowboy hats, boots and nothing else. They were not doing anything but did look happy to see each other. The next few rooms were regular bedrooms with two or more people interacting.

The next two rooms caught my attention. The first one I could not wait to see. It was another huge room with a pool. In the four separate corners were hot tubs. There were also padded lounges laid out and couples were engaging in sex right beside people talking. It was the most open and free room I had seen so far and looked to be a load of fun. No one was openly staring, but no one was bothered either. Another plus was that no one was being punished or controlled in anyway. This room looked to be for pure fun and relaxation. The second room was a dungeon, and I hoped to never see this room. I didn’t even want to see it on this screen, even though I knew that there were different levels of this kind of activity. I was also told when I filled out the paperwork that there were certain areas of the club that involved more paperwork and certain qualifications that had to be met before being admitted. It also had more security guards standing by. They had security guards in every room of the club and patrolling around too, but this room had three to each one in the main rooms. After seeing this room I knew I would have to tell both my men that this room was a hard limit for me.

The view changed again, and it was the bar area of the lounge. I saw Mitch tending bar. He looked pissed off about something and was scrubbing down the bar hard. Working it off it seemed. It started back through the views I had seen before. I figured it was on a constant roll. The size of the room and activity determined how long the recording of each room lasted. The numbers at the bottom said 0013. Seeing that it was twelve thirteen a.m. I was guessing that this was live feed. It changed back to the large room. Diana was now standing in front of the man and most of the onlookers had moved on. I watched as Adam stepped up and helped release the man, whose back had dark red whip marks crisscrossing it from his restraints. He fell to his knees before he stood up. He said a few words to Adam then looked up to Diana. I watched as she stepped forward and kissed him. That must be her sub. Weird, I thought she said she liked girls. Then the view changed again. It seemed to go through the views pretty quickly. I learned to take in as much as quickly as I could. When it came back to the large room Diana was still kissing and now caressing her sub through his jeans. He was rocking his hips and pressing into her hand. As I watched he stepped back and grabbed her hand and turned to leave. The view changed, but not before I saw her sub’s face. It was Alex.

“Oh, God.”...No. No. Shit! I stood and started pacing. If he truly didn’t mean this as a punishment it certainly turned into one. So much for not wanting to do anything to turn me away. God, Mitch was going to be pissed to find out Alex left me here to go play with Diana. What if Alex was Diana’s sub? He certainly didn’t act like it earlier. Act? Was that all this was? No. I wouldn’t believe it. Doms did interact with other people at clubs. I knew that the freedom within relationships was a big part of the club. God, I knew this. I knew this growing up and incidentally—saw my mom kissing another man in front of my dad. Why would it hurt or shock me now? Adam asked for him to show me around. That was all. Adam didn’t mention Alex being more than an escort until I could find a Dom. Then because of my smart mouth I didn’t get to bring it up to Adam. Although Mitch did announce it at the bar, but then why would Alex keep an eye on me all these years? It felt like a big mistake, but I didn’t have enough information to tell which part of it was.

The screen caught my attention again. It had rolled around to the lounge area again. Alex and Diana had made their way back to the bar. Mitch smiled at Diana and shot a look at Alex as they sat down. The view changed again, and by the time it rolled around, Adam and Holly were with them and they were smiling and talking. Not much different than what you would see in a bar anywhere else. It rolled again and when it came back to the bar, Mitch was all that was left. I watched through the rest of the scenes and saw that Adam and Holly had gone to the Medical Room, but never saw Alex or Diana again. I watched through the next few rounds and when they still didn’t make an appearance, I made myself admit the truth.

Alex was Diana’s sub. She said she didn’t take on newbies, and Mitch did say that Alex liked to play with the whips. That was fine, but why could he not tell the truth upfront? Why a charade? Say ‘I am here for you, but I am already in a Dom/sub relationship’. Adam had no problem saying Holly was his first responsibility. The fact that he introduced me to her as his when he already belonged to her. That stung. The fact that Mitch and Adam knew showed it was common place here to “cheat” on your sub. Hmm, maybe that was not the right word. Lie to your sub? No, that was not right either.

I guess I was not good with sharing, but they were not either. Mitch had said that I was to either be with him or Alex and no one else. If I was theirs, then were they not mine? None of us should go to anyone else without the other’s consent. If Alex needed to be whipped, he could have told me. Respected me enough to tell me that he needed it, but since he left with Diana, I guess he needed more. It was not like he had sex with me, but if he belonged with her then was he getting punished for playing with me? Why would he, if he belonged to her? Did he owe Adam a favor? Did they expect me to give everything and give nothing of themselves in return? I shook my head. God, all these questions and for what? I wanted to be in the club to find out more about myself and see if this was something that fit me.

Me?

I didn’t even know who that was. Was I so busy searching for who I was that I readily fell in with anyone’s estimation of who they thought I was or what they thought I would be good at? Was I truly submissive or was it just the attention from two handsome virile men?

Hmm… no, I know I enjoyed giving over everything tonight. I didn’t know how much I truly wanted to give. I did know, though, after watching this video that they were asking too much from me. They should have talked to me and been honest.

“Yeah right, I’m a sub. And a newbie. What input could I possibly have?” I glanced back at the TV to see it had made it back to the Doctor’s room and Adam had Holly naked on the table and looked ready to perform an exam unlike one I had ever received. I grabbed the remote and turned it off. I had seen more than enough. I made my way back to the bathroom put on my dress. Going without panties didn’t feel the same now. The fact that Alex had them in his pocket while going home with Wonder Woman made it even worse. Dirty.