Black Red Room Novels & Stories

And just like that, his hand was on my neck again, harsher this time, dragging me deeper into the room. The Red Room was nothing like I expected. For one, it wasn’t even red. The entire theme screamed luxury in shades of deep, royal purple. The bed in the center was massive and circular, larger than the oversized king in his bedroom, covered in silk sheets that gleamed under low lighting. Above it, the ceiling carried a perfect mirror of equal size. A stage and its audience all in one.

6 BDSM (Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadochism and Masochism) Red room represents itself by its name, the walls the chandelier, everything was red, even the flicker of the candles that adds to the atmospheric theme of Red room. They're both naked on heel that Aru can feel his every step on the carpet, he can't help but watch every of his step behind, which left a footprint and slowly dissipates after he lifts his feet up, made him giggle inside.

“Enter “ said Beta Connor, bringing me out of my thoughts, opening the door and pushing me inside a large dark room. There was a mini bar with exotic looking bottles neatly arranged by the far end of the room , then various kinds of ropes and chains adorned both sides of the wall. Everything was in red and black , before my eyes could adjust to the dim red light and figure what this place is , certainly not a dungeon. “Haa…Ugh…Aahhhh”

The space was dark at first, but lights flickered to life after a few steps. The sight made my breath catch in my throat. The room was a study in black and red. I stood frozen, staring in awe. What kind of room is this? A chandelier and wall sconces cast a warm, crimson glow—not harsh white light. The ceiling and floors were black, while heavy, rich-looking curtains draped the walls in deep red. In the center sat a low, circular sofa that seemed to sink into the floor. Against one wall was a massive black bed with a canopy and flowing red curtains.

Hunnie I open my eyes in a lovely black and red room, the wall in front of me was painted red, and black, heavy curtains lined the high windows. A black matching armoires to the black sofas sat across the room. It all looked like very sweet and gothic.

Rose looked around the room, taking the opportunity now that she was yet to be seen to scan the room and people. Tina had done wonders to the room, painting the ballroom with different mixtures of black, white, silver, gold and little bits of blood red. The outreached half wall, decorated with circular small mirrors was painted a deep red. The rest of the walls were each painted a different colour from the four colours.

I'd hate for the man to find me walking around naked. walking into the Red Room, which wasn't Red. They just called it the Red Room because - well, I don't need to explain that. If anything, it had this nice dark woody interior. The shelves and the rails each holding a different equipment and toys for us to explore. The four poster vast bed on the other end of the room.

There were no alarms and guards. Only silence and memory. The Red Room was not a room; it was a chamber of reflections, with walls of mirrored glass floor-to-ceiling, and in the center was a single table holding a projector, a steel file case, and a small black notebook bound in red leather. My pulse quickened. Jeffery stepped closer, watching the mirrored walls as if they might move. “This place is designed to make you question yourself.” “Fitting,” I murmured, walking to the table.

Past where his assistants worked was his office. There was a space to meet people and deal with business matters—but the real highlight was his secret room. That room meant the world to Matthew. He said it was his only spot to catch his breath in the busy, money-scented world of finance. I was the only one allowed in. It was our little secret—one of the perks of being his wife. Whenever I came to get him, I would hang out in that room until he was done with work. It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to.

Stuttering like she was suffering from a terrible harsh cold. I felt bored and just knocked. “You asked to see me?” My brows furrowed. Watching his bare back turned to us as he's doing something I don't know on his king sized bed. The interiors of his room are laced in red and black. Especially red, giving a striking resemblance of his stupid personality.. Then he turned, then looked back. “I didn't give you permission to step into my room. Have some manners Darcie. Don't be an intruder.”