Do You Like The Red Room Novels & Stories

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.

"They're cute, adorable creatures with spitfire tempers. Just like you." I find myself blushing at his words. "So you think I'm cute?" "You're not cute. You're fucking beautiful." My cheeks turn hotter. I've been complimented before. I've been told how beautiful I am, but hearing Nick say it just hits different. "What is a red room?" I ask after a while. "I can't explain it. You'll have to see it for yourself." "Can't you just give me a hint?" "Well, you can call it a sex dungeon." He says with a chuckle.

Ivy spilled over the stones like vines, windows shuttered with heavy iron, the kind that told you this place was once meant to keep something in or keep someone out. We stepped off the boat and approached the old brass door. The key slid into the lock as if it had always belonged there. Inside, the air shifted - thick, dusty, dry like parchment. The foyer opened into a long hall lined with faded portraits, faces with no names. And at the very end, a crimson door. No signs. No labels. Just that eye symbol burned into the center like a brand. The Red Room. I paused before the handle. Jeffery looked at me. “We don’t have to do this.”

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.

***** Mature Content ***** Shelly’s POV When normal people hear the words “Red Room” they tend to get anxious and nervous but me. I always get excited and turned on. Sebastian and I haven’t been to the red room as much as we want to lately because of our lives. But when we do, the night goes on forever in the most pleasurable way. I knew I was kinky before but damn I’ve turned into a kink freak since getting with Sebastian but I definitely don’t mind it because I truly love this time we get.

Rose pov My eyes got stuck at her. However much I wanted to either move close to her and cover up or just get out of the room. The thing is I didn't do any of the above .I just stood there watching at whatever she was doing... You can call me what you want. Moments later, I came back to my senses and realized that I was seeing my roommate, a good friend of mine mastrabating on my bed. Can this be true, she could do this in her room. What has made her do this..

“Or do you just enjoy knocking girls’ stuff on the floor so you can watch them bend over?” His eyes flashed with something hot. He stepped closer. “Careful. I might start thinking you want me to watch.” Heat flooded my face. I could still hear those moans in my head, and now my traitor brain swapped the stranger’s voice for his, deep, rough, and commanding. “Back off,” I said, but my voice came out breathier than I wanted. Wesley tilted his head, looking at me as if he could read every dirty thought I was trying to hide. “You ran out of your room looking all flushed. What happened? Bad date? Or maybe you heard something you shouldn’t have?”

she says, making a small space between her thumb and index finger. "Where's the bathroom?" I say, looking around. "Over there in that corner." Riley says, pointing. "You have to go through the red room." she adds. So The Red Room actually has a red room? Wonder what they do there. Maybe it's just a VIP room. I walk into the room full of red lights and as soon as I open the door, the smell of alcohol and sex slaps me in the face. "Oh my god. In public?" I say, gagging.

We can't play dress up anymore and we can't cuddle anymore. I reached his bedroom, well, our bedroom and opened the door, stepping into the all red bedroom. The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the house where everything was a neutral white with black design pieces to make the home appear more modern. Oden and I's bedroom was one of the bigger bedrooms, but it didn't feel that way because of the dark red on the walls. The walls were painted in a deep dark red that gave off an eerie feel, his round platform bed sat in the centre of the room and the sheets as well, were a dark red silk. The floor was the only thing that wasn't red, because it was black marble and cold. That's why Oden

Richard opened a door furthest from the long passage and walked in. Sarah inspected the room when she entered and couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over her skin. Up above the wall of the strangely decorated room, was an inscription that said, 'red room'. Sarah gasped and panted softly. There were so many tools here some of which looked like instruments for sexual gratification. She looked at each of the items in the room and couldn't help but look at Richard suspiciously. There was so much about this man that she was yet to know.