Room.of Requirement Novels & Stories

I bounce in place, unable to contain my eagerness. Zak laughs warmly, sliding his arm around my waist. “I think she’s ready.” Rose hands Zak the key with a flourish. “Then don’t keep her waiting, Alpha.” Zak grins, unlocks the door, and pushes it open to reveal a stunning room. The walls are painted deep, sensual burgundy with dark mahogany flooring and gold accent fixtures. Numerous anchor points line the walls and floors, ready for restraints and cuffs. Against one wall sits a massive California king-sized canopy bed, covered in luxurious red satin sheets. There’s a sleek, black leather sex sofa along another wall, a sturdy sex swing in the corner, and a beautifully upholstered St. Andrew’

Jeremy and I said as we carried our mates in and looked around. "This panic room apartment got three bedrooms and three bathrooms. Only I or Roman can enter using our handprint. The code is four numbers and in your rooms. The fridge is stocked full, and so is the cupboard, so you won't go hungry. If the ladies get a craving, just text me, and I will order it. This panic room is by my house, so it will only take a few moments for me to get here",he puts the bags down as I move to see the bedrooms. "Bedrooms are soundproofed, so you don't have to worry about hearing each other," Roman grinned.

Ciro returned moments later with two golden key cards in hand. Ren raised a brow up smiling. “Two rooms?” Ciro smirked, passing him the key card. “One.” Ren folded his arms, his lips twitching into a pout. “I’m not sleeping beside you,” he shouted, drawing attention, but he didn't care. “You won’t,” Ciro replied. “There’s a couch.” “I want a room for myself or to get a room with two beds.” “There’s only one suite available,” Ciro said calmly, smiling at Ren.

Alexi knows what works. The waiting list is piling up from his contacts but his idea of one member for each room means no one will ever have to wait to get served. Each room is tailored to a variety of specs and tastes and women or men chosen accordingly. A member is awarded a card when they arrive, which gives access to the themed room of their choosing. That means every night, twenty-five rooms are suited to twenty-five guests and it keeps everyone happy.

The room is a marvel of technology, with sleek lines, minimalist aesthetics, and cutting-edge innovations. My eyes adjust to the soft, blue-green glow emanating from the pure cream walls, which are adorned with holographic displays and data streams seen in the blue-green glow. The air is crisp and clean, with a hint of ozone, thanks to the air filtration system. I make my way to my personal quarters, which unlike the others isn't shared with anyone. Our room is a cozy, high-tech sanctuary with two sleek, silver beds that seem to float above the floor and mine with just a bed. The beds are equipped with advanced biometric sensors, monitoring our vital signs and adjusting the firmness and temp

“There’s enough space for the two of you or, if you prefer, your omega could—“ “I would like her with me.” I turned to her, and she beamed with a smile as we walked into the room. It has a living room space with all-white furniture with a huge TV. Separating the lounge space from the bed space were two sliding top-to-bottom glass doors. “IS this fine?” She asked me as I nodded my head. “Thank you for this,” I said, and she curtly bowed her head before turning around and walking away. “Luna…” she squeaked, covering her face and making me roll my eyes.

I didn't expect other fancy facilities; for me, this was enough. I spent an hour in the kitchen. Bring a plate to the lounge while watching television. I didn't find CCTV in this room. She only installed it in the room because according to the agreement, she didn't want us to do it in the open. I looked at the minibar where there were drinks. The place is perpendicular to the main door which is surrounded by thick, transparent glass. I think this could be the start of an interesting feud. I want to make love on top of this mini bar. To hell with the rules she has made.

“You look like you’re about to snap, Reyes.” “I need a scene,” I said, voice low. “Hard. No aftercare required.” Her eyes flickered with interest. “Top or bottom?” “Top.” The word came out rough. “I want to give orders. I want obedience. I want to feel in control.” She studied me for a long moment, then nodded. “Room Seven. Fifteen minutes.” I waited in the corridor, pulse already hammering. Room Seven was one of the larger ones—black leather bench, St. Andrew’s cross, wall of impact toys, dim red lights.

If I could just show him that we both stood to gain from a little rebellion, maybe he’d lend me the militia Oscar talked about. I reached the door for 214. The gold-plated numbers were hanging crookedly. I knocked. No response. Taking in a deep breath, I slid the keycard into the slot. The light turned green with a soft click. I pushed the door open. The room was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside the window filtering through thin, yellowed curtains. But I didn't need light to hear. A low, masculine moan echoed from the bed.

There’s a curtain and they can close it if they want, but if they want some people watching, they just leave it open and the green light above the window will flash while people are inside. Then you have the red room. The red room is my favorite, and that’s where I am taking Grace. The room is open to anyone. Anything can happen, but the couple is in charge. The couple in the center of the room can allow touching, fucking, or just watching by setting the light to blue, green, or red. Blue means just watching, with no contact with the couple. The green one means everything is allowed, and the red is no one to touch or watch.