Black Red Room Novels & Stories

“They failed at protecting you. They let you deceive which created an avenue for you to walk into danger. This is what happens when my men disappoint me.” His tone carried no humor, only cold business. Another muffled scream rose up and I shivered harder. Alessandro continued upstairs without another word. He pushed open a familiar heavy door and stepped inside. The Red Room. I recognized it immediately from our two nights of being here. The walls glowed deep crimson under soft lights. Various tools and equipment lined the space, cuffs, paddles, whips, ropes, and things I only ever read about in dark books. My breath caught.

I can’t focus on anything but getting her where I want her. I open the door and let Rose walk through. My bedroom is a lot like my office—blacks and reds everywhere. The carpet is a thick black shag that is soft enough to sleep on. The walls are draped in blood red fabric, and a four-poster bed is in the middle of the room, covered in the same material. Hidden in each post of the bed is a range of harnessing devices and accoutrements. Above the bed is a giant mirror surrounded by a black metallic frame. The only light in the room comes from the dimmed chandelier hanging above us. The windows on the back wall are blacked out, keeping hidden the lights from the bustling city below.

“They were alive and well when I left.” Rancid stepped over to the control center and punched a few keys on the video monitor screen. He found what he was looking for. The camera in the commons showed a picture of a handful of vampires sitting around at tables, and the floor covered in blood. Rancid moved the camera and pointed it at the pod. He could see the door was wide open and blood covered the floor all around it. “Looks like they’re dead now.” Rancid said. “Looks like it,” Bohdan replied.

You have already seen his room back at his mansion in the US and the type of person he was’, I scolded my racing heart. Nikolai pushed open a door, revealing a room that seemed to embody his enigmatic and foreboding presence. The space was shrouded in dull, muted colors – greys, blacks, and dark blues – that seemed to suffocate any hint of warmth or light. The furniture was stark and minimalist, with sharp edges and cold surfaces.

She pointed to the door on the right “That’s my study, next to that the spare bedroom. On the left is the bathroom and shower. Here at the end is my room.” She grinned at me and turned the knob on the door and pushing it open. I gawked at the almost too neat room. What surprised me the most was the décor. Her bedding was in shades of black and red, including the bed. the walls were all painted between a dark charcoal to a black. Red geometric shapes covered one wall in semi circles. “It’s…” words failed me.

No words passed between them, yet something silent and unmistakable moved there all the same. Recognition. Possibility. As though Master Damian had just discovered a piece that might fit perfectly into a puzzle only the Leather Brothers could see. And somehow… Ruby had the strange feeling she’d just been noticed for far more than a simple first visit. The Red Room The heartbeat of Fantasy. The Red Room pulsed with lust, pain, and exquisite surrender beneath deep crimson lighting and mirrored walls that reflected every shiver, every gasp, every command. Velvet drapery framed massive leather restraint platforms while polished steel rings gleamed from walls and floors alike.

Red really is a color that excites the mind, it's often the most used color in this kind of environment. "Come in, please. " he says, opening the door for me. I walk slowly into the room. It's dark and its walls are covered in black velcro. There's a large armchair just in front of a glass window, a small cage with all the lights off. I sit down slowly, throw one leg over the other and lean back in the seat. The light in my room finally goes out. I feel a certain excitement about what is about to happen, I confess to myself. I hear everything better than any human. So I hear her voice behind the wall before she entries.

A single, double and three seater all placed strategically on the bed. The room gave off the vibe of dark sensuality and thrill. Was this his bedroom? “Red themed, huh?” I met his eyes. “It’s not where I sleep, if that’s what you mean,” he answered, releasing buttons from their holes, “this is my red room.” “Red Room.” I parroted softly, eyes scanning the room once more. “This is where I come to play.” He shrugged out of his shirt, “get out of that coat.” I obeyed instantly.

He stopped in front of the door at the end of the hallway. He opened a polished bronze-gold wooden door with simple but eye-catching raised stations. Her eyes were met with a large room, decorated in a European style. The room has only one main color, which is black. The curtains are black, and the black gauze really suits someone's cold personality. Looking to the right is a black sofa set. On the left is a bar. In the window there is a pot of white flowers. There is also a super thin 100-inch TV and some other decorations. Edwards' room looked like the president's room in a five-star hotel. - From now on, this is your room as well as mine. Edwards hugged her from behind, his chin resting o

Warning: 18+ brutal gruesome scene, mature content, skip if you aren't okay with bloodshed. Lorenzo's POV. Dread filled the air as I stepped into the red room, which had different restraints, sex toys, bondage gears hung about it. I caressed the wipe making sure it was strong, the way I wanted it to be before I flung it to the side. Taking in the monochrome room. The red room was just a name, it wasn't particularly painted in the color, although I would have, but it wouldn't give me the pleasure I wanted if blood splashed across it, I wouldn't see it dripping down, and it didn't sit just right with me.