Whispers After Dark
It was a fully equipped BDSM playroom.
Black leather couches lined one wall. A sturdy St. Andrew’s cross stood ready. A padded spanking bench waited in the center. Racks held neatly coiled ropes in every weight and color. Crops, floggers, paddles, and canes hung in precise order. A glass cabinet displayed plugs, nipple clamps, blindfolds, and vibrators, everything was elegant, expensive, and terrifyingly tempting.
Jeff released my hand and moved to the center of the room, turning to face me with that same sly, knowing smile.