Black Red Room Novels & Stories

Ajay is right on one thing, these men are shameless disrespectful sex maniacs! Averting my gaze from the emotional torture brought about by that scenery, I ricochet my distress around the corners of this black-painted hall. Black-representing the dark sins taking place here. The evil roaming in this whole place. No other colour would have fitted these walls better. The red lanterns on the walls are doing enough justice in illuminating the black-painted hall. Good combination - red and black. Evil and danger. Cold and deep.

I had thought his room was going to look exactly how a king's room looks in movies, but I was soooo wrong. His bed was big, practically huge but it wasn't coloured golden or made with real gold, it was black. And the curtains were also black, even the fucking ground was black. There were three doors, both also coloured black, and a reading table and chair, guess the color, fucking black! "What is this, the black room? " I asked myself looking around. The room was big, that was without a doubt, it wouldn't be called the master bedroom if it wasn't... But it had no life in it.

Jenny turned back while stepping out. A devilish smile appeared in Austin's eyes while watching her make her way towards the bedroom. • • • Jenny opened the door when her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock. The bedroom is complete in red, damn. The room is decorated in red with some BDSM equipment. She looked around the room—it was completely red and horror-style. She blinked her eyes in confusion, and for a second she thought—she had come to some pub. There are red chairs and a huge bed in the color red.

Well, in more ways than one. He nodded, taking a huge breath before opening the door. I was dumbstruck at the sight. The room was huge, the large space painted with dark tones of red and black, giving it a mysterious look. It looked like a dungeon or something that just came out of a Fifty Shades of Grey movie. The sleek leather chairs by the sides and the huge, king-sized bed in the middle, just helped to tie the whole thing together. It looked regal and at the same time very intimidating to be standing in it.

We reached a heavy door at the end of the hall, and one of them opened it, revealing a dark, cold room inside. Theo stood by the door, watching me with that same unsettling smirk on his face. “Take her to the Red Room,” he ordered coldly, not sparing me a second glance. His voice was final, and the guards immediately obeyed, pulling me into the room. I fought against their grip, but it was useless. The room was stark and clinical, the walls painted a deep shade of red that made my skin crawl. There was a large chair in the center, and several chains hanging from the walls. It was the kind of room you never wanted to be in. The kind of room where bad things happened.

If she didn't know she was living in the modern world, she would think she got lost in the medieval era. There are fluffy and silky designs everywhere as the bed looks like it was for a princess. Fortunately, it wasn't color pink and rather red and black. "Am I a vampire?" K Whatever grinned as she liked the theme! Truthfully, the rooms have color coding and it just happens that this room has a red and black theme, which made it seems a vampire's room but instead of a coffin, it has a bed... Since K Whatever requested to have soft pillows but not much soft bed and near Sebastian's room, this room has it all.

Red Room The heavy steel door of the Red Room creaked open with a mechanical hiss as Alessandro stepped in. The room was dimly lit, blood-red LED strips casting a sinister glow over the walls, which were lined with old-world books, tech equipment, and weapons both antique and modern. Every corner pulsed with quiet danger, every shadow a reminder of the power that resided here.

A part of her wanted to go watch TV but another one wanted to go to that Red Room. She walked there slowly and the more she approached the more she heard sounds. Which she assumed that they were ‘Erotic’ sounds. She opened the door slowly, noticed there's no one in there. She took a look around and she was stunned. There was a Bed there, it was in black sheets and a huge mirror on the wall next to the bed. Not only did the room glow red but the walls were also painted red. All those BDSM toys she researched about were all in that room and surprisingly placed in order as if they've never been used before.

I step inside, following behind him. His apartment looks exactly like him — dark, not so clean, and cold. Gray walls, black furniture, a whiskey decanter on the counter. A single dim lamp in the corner, throwing long shadows that seem to move when I blink. The place feels like him… dangerous and predatory. Just as his living room’s door lock chimes behind us, he drops the luggage, snatches my wrist, and drags me towards the room I know too well…his red room. The door, painted in maroon and black, is the last room in the hallway.

And then there’s the red area, where I am taking my fucking angel. The red area is divided into rooms. The Black room. You have to go alone, no couples allowed and the lights are off you can’t see shit once you’re inside, you are blindfolded and from then on you can end up in a fucking gang bang, or be fucked just by one person, the sky is the fucking limit.