How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 2: Startling Revelations

     The sight of the red room had her pussy throbbing with an aching need. She had only heard about these kind of places in erotic novels, at least until now. The room was a sexual playground of sorts. There were various punishment implements hanging on the walls, padded benches with restraint cuffs attached, a very medieval looking trunk, a huge "X" against the back wall, and ropes and shackles hanging down from the ceiling. A tremble of fear and arousal danced down her spine, but her sex clenched of its own accord and a bit of moisture accumulated in her panties the moment she spotted a blue tissue papered exam table in the far left hand corner of the room.

"Holy hell," she breathed.

Looks like there was more to this guy than she originally assumed. He was more than a bachelor or playboy, he was a fucking dominant! Either that, or he had a wife or girlfriend living with him who was into the lifestyle and it was her room. Swallowing hard, she peered around the door, looking down to see what it was that had fallen over. It was a big black wrought iron barred cage.

Her jaw dropped, eyes growing wide once more. "Oh holy shit...he has a cage but no pets?"

Well...no animal "pets" anyway.

Pulling her cell phone out of her back pocket, she powered it on with her camera and snapped a couple pictures. She was just about to step in further, curious and intrigued to explore this new world she had stumbled upon, but stopped short. It might not be the best idea. What if he found evidence of her being in there? She could probably make it look like an accident if she left everything as it was right now, tell him she thought it was the bathroom, but if she went any further...well, she'd rather not think about that.

Shaking her head, she flipped the light off and pulled the door shut, trying to tell herself it was better to leave the room alone and try to forget it was even there. However, now that she thought about it, Mr. Masters hadn't mentioned anything about it in the rules, but being that he had tried to prevent the door from being opened, she had a feeling he wanted to keep it under wraps. And more importantly, away from her. Sneaky bastard.

Sighing softly, she tried the next door, and her eyes lit up when she realized it was the master bedroom. The walls were charcoal gray, and there was a very comfy looking king canopy bed, with a huge black velvet headboard in the center of the room. Her jaw dropped as she walked into the room, taking stock of everything around her. There were sheer gray curtains over the floor to ceiling windows and tied back to the bed's iron posts. The bedding itself was a black and gray metallic, and appeared to be made of silk.

She didn't waste any hesitation in flopping down on the bed, giggling softly. "Amazing," she breathed, feeling as though she had just landed on a cloud. This was definitely the bed she was sleeping in tonight. No contest. She turned her head and looked around. The end tables were black laminate, light fixtures with large shades and bases reminiscent of an Art Deco. The two arm chairs in the room were black velvet just like the headboard and there were a few very sensual and classy looking paintings hanging on the walls.

Her gaze suddenly fell upon an ajar door off to the left of the spacious and masculine looking master bathroom. With furrowed brows, she pushed herself up to her feet and crossed to the door, pushing it open and feeling around for the light. It was a closet, a huge and very well organized walk-in closet, meticulously so. The man sure loved to look sharp. Hanging on one side of the closet were pressed suits, crisp cotton dress shirts, ties, polished leather shoes and boots, and an array of dark Fedora hats.

Snatching up one of the hats, she placed it on her head, turning to look herself over in the full length mirror to her left. She tipped the brim over her eyes then pushed it up with the tip of her finger, giggling softly. "Very sexy, Mr. Masters. Love the hats." Keeping it on, she continued to explore the room. There was a big beige chest of drawers at the back of the closet, where she assumed he kept his... "Underwear!" She exclaimed, dashing over to it with an excited giggle. "Time to see if he's a boxers or briefs man." Sliding open the top drawer, she saw no printed boxer shorts, only briefs. Absolutely nothing but briefs in neutral tones. "Well that answers the question." Her lips curved in a smirk, brows arching intriguingly.