Black Red Room Novels & Stories

His kitchen was so neat, maybe he's a neat person or he doesn't cook. A bar table was at the corner, filled with wine glasses and bottle, I quickly look away, another door, it had a sign on it 'Gym' says. We made it to the room. This was his room, but the color was not appealing. It was all black and red which screams danger. "So......." He utters. I look at the red bed. "Mendez-" "Aria-" I tell him but he cut me off. "Mendez..... Tell me more about you" he falls on the bed, his eyes boring into mine intensively, he taps the bed, and I find myself walking over and taking a sit.

She asked "How?" I asked "You stood like a psychopath and a serial killer......" She said raising her hands up and down in the air "What are you doing in my room?" I asked "Your room? Or Dracula's hideout?" She said and folded her arms I raised my brows in amusement with a smirk plastered on my face as two of us scanned the whole room again Dark purple walls, red drapes, black blackout curtains. French doors that lead to a balcony, white trim, black hard wood floor. Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter.

the other said, her hand slipping boldly into his. Niall hesitated, guilt flashing in his chest but the sway of their hips and the promise in their eyes burned that hesitation away. They led him through a side hall down a dark staircase to a heavy black door. The Red Room. Inside, the air was thick dimly lit by crimson light. Plush velvet draped the walls. Chains and ropes hung like decorations but the real heat was in the bed in the center draped in scarlet sheets. One woman pushed him onto the bed the other straddled his lap. Their lips brushed his neck, his jaw, his chest. His breath shuddered as his hands were restless unsure where to hold first as their bodies pressed against his.

They silently bowed their heads to Rolph who seemed not to be aware of their presence, then quietly left the suit. Immediately the front door clicked, Rolph walked to the door by the bed and opened it. Red light rays enveloped him as he paused and took another long swing at the bottle of wine he was holding. He was still gulping down the wine when he stepped into the room and closed the door after him. It was a red room. Not because it was painted red, but because a huge chandelier of small, tear-drop shaped red bulbs hung in the middle of the room and bigger bulbs of the same color were installed, one in each corner of the wall. And they were all switched on.

The door was heavy as I pushed it in, the place was dark at first, there was only a red light focusing on the room, so I could see better into the room as my eyes began to adjust to the hue of the lamp. "Come in, baby," he encouraged me and I entered with small steps, there was a pleasant temperature in the room, not too cold and not too hot. The whole room was literally red with shades of red and black. There was a low bed in the middle of the room that was red velvet, but there were some small chains on its ends, there were also various objects scattered around the room from handcuffs; gags; chains; padlocks; whips; belts; ropes; adhesive tapes; candles; costumes; in betweenother objects.

There is a small red door beside it with a passcode design. "Note down the password." Sebastian alerted her as he entered the password, and she captured it in her mind. "What's in this room?" She inquired. "Come you'll know by yourself." He winked at her with a horny smile while giving a chill down her spine. Grabbing her wrist, he dragged her inside with him. Gosh! The room looks scary. The room is decorated in red with some BDSM equipment. She looks around the room—it's completely red and horror-style.

He led me upstairs, a flicker of shyness in his tone that made me smile. When the door opened, my breath caught. The room looked like something out of a dream, or maybe a fantasy. The walls were dark, sleek, and modern, lit up with a deep crimson glow from hidden strips of light that traced the ceiling and bedframe. A massive black-and-red bed dominated the space, dressed in velvet textures and crisp layers, with soft golden lamps casting a warm contrast against the sultry red. Everything in the room whispered luxury, but in a way that felt intimate, like it belonged to him alone. By now I already know he's a lover of black.

Just a flick of his gloved fingers and a door opened with the whisper of something ancient. The hallway beyond was long, crimson-lit, pulsing like a heartbeat too slow to be human. I walked it alone. Not because I wasn't afraid. Because I wanted them to see me that way. The Black Room wasn't black at all. It was obsidian and wine and gold, everything decadent and dangerous. The walls breathed shadow. The ceiling flickered with low-hanging lights like the last embers of a dying fire. A long table stretched in the center, but only one figure sat at it.

She was famished and exhausted but still had energy to prepared herself for Black Mamba She looked around The bedroom that was enormous , decorated in red roses and scented candles . Taapur nervously watched the whole room . It was the third time she came in his room and each time was embarrassing for her but this time , for the first time , Taapur took notice of the room and noted the small things in her mind His room was painted in a black and gray screaming his masculine and Dominating personality . Room was dimly lit , making her panick . She found herself standing a few feet away from a large king sized bed .

he was looking like normal human . In a Red room.... The room's each and every single things was painted red ..it was feeling like someone rubbed red blood on everywhere ....dim light with red room it was like Gothic Villa...every inch of this room was screaming the danger....the foot sound was echoed suddenly ...then crack craackkk.....the door opened...