Black Red Room Novels & Stories

The room I was in looked dark and sultry. The walls were painted in a deep blood red, the floor and ceiling the same matte black as the door... Even the furniture was all in matching tones of the same color. There were also no windows. My pulse skipped, my body flushing as my eyes landed on the huge four-poster bed covered by a deep red duvet. Was he going to force himself on me? Was that his reward? Or was he going to make me bleed the same color as the walls? Zevran didn't move to the bed. Instead, he strode easily and confidently across the room to a bar cart next to a gas fireplace.

It was quite typical, except that the color scheme of black and red just made it unsettling. "This is your room. You shall stay here until tomorrow. Today shall be the only day you will ever be exempt from your chores. But, because of your juvenile delinquency, you shall not eat until tomorrow morning." Are you kidding! She wasn't bluffing. She left the room, locking the door behind her, and she closed the door so fast, it blew out a candle, making it even darker. The door to the left led to a small bathroom with a toilet, sink, and bathtub. The floor was covered in black and red tiles, the wall and ceiling being red. There was another candelabra in the corner near the tub.

The solder leads her up the stairs and into Devilo’s room. His bedroom is very large, and the bed is big enough for ten adults to sleep conveniently. The room is painted red, and the rug is black and red. Even the bedsheets are black. Basically, the room is decorated in red and black. However, Devilio himself is nowhere to be found.

She had never been inside of his room before and so she was surprised that he was suddenly interested in pulling her in. Once she was inside he heard the door slam shut behind the both of them. His room was a dark shade of gray and it seemed to be a touch bland. But she didn't have any further time to look over it when suddenly she watched as he turned his angered faze towards her as he began to breathe heavily and his eyes glowed a bright red color. He looked towards her with his eyes bright yellow.

“ Stay still baby… “ I said while slowly twisting the doorknob to open it. Right after the door made way, I explored my eyes around and what I saw made me amazed in an instance. The room was not big at all. In fact, it looks like a mini room. There’s a huge bed with four big pillows, all red. Next to it is a table with a unique type of lamp, or is it even considered as one? In front of the bed is a three door cabinet with a white color. Nothing more. As I stepped my foot in it, my head hurts. I leaned on the door but Black rushed into the bed and laid down quickly. Seems like he was enjoying himself because of its softness.

He looked back at the girl, sneered, and smacked her cheek lightly as he drove his cock out of her mouth. “I’m not done with you….” He growled and made his way out. Anton followed Alexei to his room which had a dark tone because all the interior decorations were black color. It oozed their mafia vibes. While Alexei’s room had a black tone to it, Anton’s had red…the two colors that portrayed the life they lived. “What is it?” He asked Alexei who had just sunk onto his bed, gazing into the laptop before him. Anton’s curiosity doubled. With wrinkled brows, he hurried over to his brother’s side and stopped before the computer.

“Follow me.” I crawled behind him down the long hallway to a door I had never noticed before. He opened it and the sight inside made my breath catch. The room was painted a deep, rich red with soft, dim lighting. One entire wall was covered in mirrors. There was a large padded bench, a St. Andrew’s cross, hooks hanging from the ceiling, and shelves lined with every imaginable toy — dildos in every size and shape, vibrators, plugs, floggers, paddles, ropes, nipple clamps with chains, spreader bars, and things I didn’t even recognize. It was a fully equipped private BDSM room.

Every shadow, every movement ignited something inside me, something raw and restless. Cameron didn’t pause. He knew exactly where he was taking me. We stopped before a Red Room, the deep hue glowing under the soft flicker of sconces mounted along the walls. Without hesitation, he led me inside. Three sprawling beds filled the space, and every one of them was chaos in motion. Bodies tangled in sheets and limbs, thrusting, grinding, moaning—some slow and sensual, others wild and filthy. One woman rode her partner like she was trying to break him, her nails dragging red down his chest. Another man had his lover pinned, rutting into her so hard the headboard slammed the wall in time with the bea

She searched, but she saw nothing, she was starting to lose hope of finding the book. “Seriously, where could this book be?” She asked, she decided to go to their private room, she took permission from Alex to search his room, then she got into Clyde's room, stepping in, she could not help but notice that he had a nice room, Black colored walls With numerous aesthetic pictures placed on frames, a lager king-size bed, With a walk in closet, a bathroom, he even had a mini bar in his room, his room was dim lit with the color red. She felt a forceful dark energy in his room, she always got that energy whenever she was around them.

~Scarlett's POV~ The whole cottage was beautiful with light colors and flowers but this room... This room was freaking dark with black and red walls! Who the fuck paints their walls dead red? Only the white and golden lights in the room were making me think straight; otherwise, the color of the room was scaring me to death. It was screaming death from every corner of it.