Red Room Fifty Shades 소설 & 이야기

I quickly took my purse from my bedside table and walked majestically down the stairs, and over to the door, opened it slowly, and stood transfixed on the spot. Right in front of me was a long shiny spotless black limousine, and a handsome man with a perfectly tailored black suit standing beside it. His lips were moving but I was too busy checking him out to listen to whatever he had to say. He smiled patiently and said it again, this time a little bit louder than before. "Miss Richards?" he asked with a brief flicker of the eyelid. "Oh my God, did he just flirt with me?" my senses came back that instant. “composure girl” I muttered to myself.

Lindsey looked around the room and following the rose petals, she entered the room which was beautifully decorated. On top of the bed was a love-shaped rose petal, and a sexy linger, and then there was a bouquet and a bottle of red wine on the side table beside the bed, it was a perfect decoration for a romantic couple. Looking at the decorations, Lindsey's face flushed as she began to think of the things that might happen between her and Keith. She had always dreamt of a perfect wedding and a romantic first couple's night. She smiled touching her cheeks and giggling.

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

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.

But Elana knew this side of me before falling for me. I finally gathered the courage to go into the red room to monitor their work. I could already hear faint moans from outside the door. I took a deep breath and opened the huge doors. I was very close to throwing up due to the sight I was greeted with. The room was dark with red lights bouncing off the walls creating a perfect environment for what they were doing. The three workers were naked and on the bed. I went and sat in a chair and watched them. I could feel my member get hard but I wasn’t attracted to any of the women…nor the man.

She didn’t want to find out where this would go. “You are very gutsy, aren’t you? Pulling that stunt?” he circled the bed, and that’s when she noticed it was a red room. The room looked really red, bloody, and unpleasant. The color hurt her eyes, “You know, Rae, I thought, I drilled it into your head that you are not to escape nor to disobey me,” he licked his lips, focusing his eyes on a particular part, her nipples, they were poking through the silky red sheet she was under, much to her embarrassment.

The gym was the kind of place that didn’t exist on paper. No sign. No registration forms. Just a red door at the end of an alley that smelled like oil and rain, and the sound of fists meeting flesh behind it. Inside, the air was thick with sweat, blood, and cheap cologne. A bare bulb swung overhead, throwing sharp shadows across concrete walls. The ring wasn’t much, four ropes, sagging in places and a floor that had seen too many bodies hit it. Sudan felt at home the second he stepped in.

Well, in more ways than one. He nodded, taking a huge breath before opening the door. I was dumbstruck at the sight. The room was huge, the large space painted with dark tones of red and black, giving it a mysterious look. It looked like a dungeon or something that just came out of a Fifty Shades of Grey movie. The sleek leather chairs by the sides and the huge, king-sized bed in the middle, just helped to tie the whole thing together. It looked regal and at the same time very intimidating to be standing in it.

We soon stopped in front of a room which was the last room on the south wing, and he swiped out a card from his drenched suit pocket, and slid it on the door sensor to open it. As the door slowly opened, the room began to get lit with red lights, and a single bed which was obviously programmed, surprisingly came out from inside a wall. I sat on the bed, my long hair, sticking to my face as I struggled to search Dashiell's expression for some reason why we were in a room that was almost empty. "This room is called the red room," he announced. I quirked my head to the side and chuckled, "Let me guess…this is also known as your kink room?"

ENZO’S POV The red room glowed with deep crimson light. Thick velvet curtains blocked out the world, and the air hung heavy with the scent of leather and raw desire. I knelt in the center of the cool marble floor, my wrists bound tightly behind my back with soft black rope. My heart pounded wildly against my ribs as Elena circled me slowly. Her sheer black nightgown clung to her full breasts and hips like a second skin, her hard nipples pressing visibly against the thin fabric.