Fifty Shades Red Room Novels & Stories

Are they coded? Chin high, confidence forced, I walk through the red door. I need to find Rico. If I don’t, it might cost me my job. He’s a nightmare of a boss, but he’s very clear about what happens if I fail. The red room is suffocating. The light paints faces in demonic hues. Women shimmer, their skin painted gold, catching the glow like living statues. One meets my gaze. High cheekbones, brilliant eyes—stunning even under the harsh red lighting.

I said trying to make my voice sound different. He didn’t reply. Rather, he put on a mischievous smirk that sent a shiver down my spine. As we reached the VIP section with a sign on it glaring “The Red Room”, i noticed it had different sections . Each section had a bed and chair, a long cushioned chair and some handcuffs hanging above the bed. There was a stripping pole in the middle and lastly, wine. This was practically Sin City. “I am intrigued with all that I see; aren’t you?” he said, looking me in the eyes, then progressively shifting his gaze to my breasts.

I nodded and waited for them to open the door before stepping inside. My heart wouldn’t stop racing as I entered the richly furnished room. It was painted red, with a black couch, table, and most of the decorations in the same color. The room only had a bed in the center, covered in red sheets. In one corner stood a closed black wardrobe, leaving me curious about what was inside. Overall, the room had a romantic vibe and seemed perfect for those into BDSM. I looked around but couldn’t find the man who had paid for this dance. Shouldn’t he be here already?

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

I suddenly felt exposed, but the feeling was not unpleasant at all, it was in fact thrilling, fucking phenomenal. Clint got to a hallway and approached a glossy, brown door. Balancing me firmly in his arms, he clicked the door open and my mouth dropped at the large room in my view. It was exquisitely decorated with the finest and tastiest of furniture one could imagine and the chandelier hanging at the top of the ceiling gave the bedroom a very magnificent look. I came to understand that this was Clint's red room. I have heard a lot about red rooms and I could only imagine what Clint had in store for me in here. A thrill ran down my spine at the thought.

I only sighed in relief when warm light flooded the room. Only for my eyes to widen when I finally got a look around. What the heck?! Am I seeing things? Why does a man like him have a place like this in his home? My eyes roamed the area, letting it soak into my already frustrated brain. There was too much happening tonight that I could barely keep up. Oh my gosh! I gasped when it finally sunk into me that what I was seeing was real. It was a fucking red room! A BDSM room. Play room! Whatever you want to call it!

I said and he shook his head. "I am going to interrogate her. Don't disturb me. I will do this my way." I said and exited the room with Gael trailing behind me. We got to the red room and she was already shouting and scrambling. I am yet to start with the interrogation, she is already screaming and squirming. This place, wanna know why it is called the red room? It is used for traitors. Everywhere, absolutely everywhere is as hot as hell. She was tied with chains that held her hands up so think about the immeasurable pain she must in

Every shadow, every movement ignited something inside me, something raw and restless. Cameron didn’t pause. He knew exactly where he was taking me. We stopped before a Red Room, the deep hue glowing under the soft flicker of sconces mounted along the walls. Without hesitation, he led me inside. Three sprawling beds filled the space, and every one of them was chaos in motion. Bodies tangled in sheets and limbs, thrusting, grinding, moaning—some slow and sensual, others wild and filthy. One woman rode her partner like she was trying to break him, her nails dragging red down his chest. Another man had his lover pinned, rutting into her so hard the headboard slammed the wall in time with the bea

He walks towards it. I lick my lips and walk over towards him. He opens the door. He is telling me to walk in. I don’t know. I look at him; he has a smirk, and he nods his head at me to go in. So, I go into the room. I know in 50 Shades of Grey it’s called the red room. But his room is the color midnight blue, the same color as my dress at our 8th-grade dance. Why this color, I thought. When I walked more into the room. I was looking around. I didn’t hear the door shut and click, and I didn't see Derrick holding his belt.