Novel & Cerita Do You Like The Red Room

Did it really need to take 30 years, like what Dad said? Dad asked impatiently, "We'll check again tonight. Are the clothes ready?" "What are you worried about? The clothes have been in your wooden trunk this whole time. Go get them out yourself." Then, I heard the sound of rustling. Dad must be looking for something. As their door wasn't shut all the way, I could hear everything clearly. I slipped back into my room, determined to sneak a peek at whatever they were planning tonight. It was early autumn. For some reason, the night felt unusually cold. Even though my room was pitch black, at least the moon outside was bright. I left the window cracked open just enough to see the spot where the

I couldn't see a thing, and it didn't seem like the room had a window. I groped around in the darkness for some sort of light switch, and eventually, I found one. I turned on the light, and the room suddenly filled with a red glow. Is this... am I... “Fuck!! I just broke his rule. I'm in the red room?" I said to myself. I wasn't entirely sure if this was indeed the red room, but the red light and the lack of specificity in Aeros' description made me nervous. As I turned to leave, my eyes caught sight of pictures that had just been cleaned and hung up to dry. Slowly, I got closer for a better look.

I remembered that fuck as if it had been yesterday, he told me he liked hardcore, BDSM and stuff and I also remembered that my panties had gotten all wet because of that and today my state was no different. "I do remember, Daddy." I already started to feel a flutter in my lower abdomen with that and the fact that he had his hands rubbing my body wasn't helping. "Then I want you to see my Red Room," he said making me smile by the name, he put a key in my hand asking me so that I could open the door in front of me, I took my steps closer to the door and introduced the key in the keyhole and unlocked it. The door was heavy as I pushed it in, the place was dark at first, there was only a red lig

She just shook her head, so I sighed. "Follow me," I said and she immediately followed. I immediately held her hand and I felt the coldness. I don't want to show it to her but I can see the determination in her eyes. We entered my room and on the side of the closet there was a button, I pressed it. My closet moved sideways and a red door opened to us. “Do you really want to get to know me completely?” I asked. "Yes," she answered. I held my breath. “This is the Red Room of Pain, my playground. This is where I play and fuck those women hard. This room is for sexual, pain-and-pleasure torture dungeon.” I opened my door and various equipment for torture appeared before us. I heard her breathing

He didn’t look back, not even when I cried out or begged for him to stop. I had finally gotten myself into something way over my head. The elevator ride passed in a blur of terror, my limbs heavy with dread. When the doors opened, he pulled me down another corridor until we reached a door marked with two simple, blood-chilling words: Red Room. My stomach dropped to my feet. What kind of corporate building had a “Red Room”? “We are here,” he announced, a devilish smile plastered on his face. “H-here?” I trembled more as I forced the word out of my mouth.

I'd hate for the man to find me walking around naked. walking into the Red Room, which wasn't Red. They just called it the Red Room because - well, I don't need to explain that. If anything, it had this nice dark woody interior. The shelves and the rails each holding a different equipment and toys for us to explore. The four poster vast bed on the other end of the room.

To say don’t judge the room by its door is the exact phrase I should be speaking out loud, but I kept those to myself and stayed my expressionless as possible as I roamed my eyes around the room. The room is on fire, not literally, but it looks like it since the wall is painted red. Unlike the elegant-looking hotel-like guest room, the room that has been designated as mine is ablaze with red. I hate red, and they say that this room is where I will be staying. I don’t know how long it is already making me sick.

She kept thinking. ‘Why are we going to the red room?’ ‘What is going on?’ ‘According to the contract, the red room is for sex and punishment. Does he want to have sex with her? She has never had sex before. What is this all about?’ Different thoughts kept going through her head. She also wondered where the red room was. In his room? He walked to a corner and Aria stared at him. It was in front of a wall and Aria and next to it was a little painting.

he growled, his breath scorching my neck. The words made me shiver. “More than ready,” I whispered, pressing back into him. He groaned, fingers digging into my hips like he might take me right there against the glass. Then his voice roughened. “Blue or red room?” I sucked in a breath. “Hard choice,” I admitted softly. Images flashed—walking into a red room, letting strangers devour me with their eyes… or stepping into a blue room, closing the world out and giving myself to only him.

How can a person vanish just like that? Taking a deep breath I pushed open the door and stepped inside. It closed automatically behind my back. I blinked my eyes at the bright red light everywhere. No wonder it was called the red room. "Hello?" I whispered, my voice barely audible as I tried to walk further. The room was huge, furniture everywhere. I don't know if it was the lighting but even the furniture appeared to be red. This guy was clearly obsessed with the colour and had some issues if he was able to create a room like that. It seemed like something an insane person would do.