dont read this is you don't enjoy being pushed to the limit.
I push open the door to room 1C, the hinges creaking as dim red light spills out into the hallway. My palms are slick with sweat, heart pounding in my chest. I've never felt so on edge, like my skin is going to crawl right off my body if I don't keep moving.
The room reeks of s*x and iron. Crimson drapes cover the walls, sheer enough that I can make out the outline of chains and whips behind them. In the center of the room is a large four-poster bed, black satin sheets in disarray.
And there she is. Elle. Lounging across the bed completely nude, all creamy skin and platinum curls. Our eyes meet and her ruby lips curl into a smirk.
"Been waiting for you, Ryan," she purrs, trailing a lacquered nail along her inner thigh.
I swa
