Black Red Room Novels & Stories

Damen stood in the space in front of me, his eyes filled with lust. My heart is pounding so hard, that I worry it might jump straight out of my chest. His space has deep red panels on the walls, and the bed had red and gold bedding. I turn to look over towards where Max is standing and in his area the walls are black with chrome-colored trim, with a four-post bed made of a very dark almost black-colored wood.

As the door slowly creaked open, a dark red room entered my vision as my jaw almost dropped to the floor in shock. As my feet carried me inside, my eyes lingered around taking in the structure of room. The walls of the room were covered in dark red wallpaper, the same color as dried blood. The room was lit up by a single candle, casting eerie shadows all around. The furniture in the room was all black, including a four-poster bed with black silk sheets and a wardrobe with a single door that seemed to be made out of ebony. In the center of the room, there was a large wooden table with a natural brown finish that contrasted with the red and black of the rest of the room. On the table lay an ol

I called them users. I touched my hot cheek. That was my crime. I turned away from the mirror. I walked out of the bedroom. I didn't grab a robe. I walked down the dim hallway of the west wing just like this. The cool air raised goosebumps on my bare skin. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I reached the thick velvet doors of the red room. I pushed them open with trembling hands. The room was lit by a dozen dim candles. The air smelled like burning wax, sharp cologne, and raw alpha energy. The walls were painted a deep crimson. The windows were blacked out.

She had no idea, and even Victoria, in her status as his wife, remained completely oblivious, that such a hidden room existed within this home. "What is this place?" she asked in a tiny, mouse-like voice, a sudden wave of dread washing over her. "You'll find out soon enough," Julian answered curtly. The man pushed the heavy steel door open and guided Elena inside. When the room was fully revealed and the automated lights flickered on to a low, sultry glow, Elena was utterly stunned. Her entire body locked up. The sprawling, windowless space possessed a deeply dark ambiance, boasting a color palette of blood-red and pitch-black interiors that exuded an atmosphere both mysterious and intensely

Goddess, I fucking loved her. “Go ahead and get comfortable. I’ll get you another drink,” she told me as she ushered me inside the room. Ruby room made sense when I got inside of it. The room was bathed in shades of black and reds. Silk drapes lined the back of the stage as well as around the edge of the stage. Red and white lights shone down on the stage, ensuring optimal viewing. I dropped down onto the large black leather chair that was situated directly in front of the stage.

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, I stepped inside. The room was unlike anything I had ever seen. It exuded a dark, foreboding energy that sent a shiver down my spine. The walls were painted black, and the furnishings followed the same sinister theme. Even the bedspread was a deep, inky black. It felt like stepping into the lair of a villain in a storybook. I knew I shouldn’t be here, but something compelled me to keep going. My eyes were drawn to a red door at the far end of the room. It stood out starkly against the black surroundings, almost as if it were beckoning me.

I exhaled shakily, turning slowly to take in the small space. That’s when I saw it. Another door. Tucked into the far wall, painted the same gray as the concrete but with a heavy steel handle. My pulse spiked. I crossed the room and gripped the handle. It turned. The door swung open. And I stopped breathing. The room beyond was bathed in dim red light. Red. Everywhere. The walls were padded dark leather, stitched and buttoned. In the center was a large, low platform covered in black cushions and silk sheets.

“We can change it if you like.” I shook my head and explored my sight. It’s more than enough. I think Red’s room is bigger than my entire condo unit before. The chandeliers and the pleasant color of the white walls were satisfactory to see. There were even toys and an obviously expensive things inside the room. “Black, it’s too much.” I walked near the bed and kissed Red on his forehead before turning off the lights. “Should I sleep here too? Red is alone in this big room.” I said, gaining his furrowed eyebrows.

That's what I was thinking before I entered inside. I crossed the corridor in a hurry, not wanting to be seen by anyone right now. I finally got to my room and opened the door slowly. A black and red combination was, what the theme of the room was. A queen size, perfectly made bed, was placed in the center of the room, with black covers and red blakets. A matching dressing table, was placed at the far left corner of the room. All the black and red curtains were drawn, to hide the glass walls of the room. The left side's glass wall gave the view of the lake, the right side's wall gave the view of mountains and the rose garden.