"I modelled it after a labyrinth, easy enough to get in but I'm the only one who knows the way out." Jeremiah said, striding through the winding hallways with you close behind. "Don't go through here without me until you've memorised the layout." he ordered. You just followed in silence, your hand clasped tightly in his as he lead you through the maze.
Finally, you came to a door. You passed a second one a while back, but he mustn't want you to go in there. "These are the living quarters." the ginger said, entering a code to open the door. Stepping inside, it was a refreshing change from the grey concrete walls outside.
White walls and black tiled flooring, a large dark red mat with an L-shaped lounge and tv setup with a coffee table in the middle sat in one corner of the open room, to the right a kitchen and ahead of you a hallway that presumably led to the bathroom and bedroom.
A large water-wall feature was set against the wall of the loungeroom, giving a relaxing ambiance to the room with the sound of constant dripping water. "Follow me." he said, leading you down the hallway and into the bedroom, letting you walk ahead of him.
In the centre of the room was a king-size bed, an elegant four poster frame made of dark oak and red curtains accompanying it. Another luscious crimson red rug lay snug beneath and around the bed, a fireplace on the wall opposite with a tv above.
"How much was all of this?" you asked, mouth gaping. Surely it cost a few hefty thousand at least, and that was the furniture alone. "That's unimportant." Jeremiah said, his voice low as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, his breath warm against the back of your neck.
"Miah..." you moaned, sinking into his touch as he placed gentle kisses against your neck, trailing down your collar bone before sweeping you up off your feet and bringing you towards the bed, crawling on top of you as he laid you down.
You groaned beneath his touch, his hands snaking across your body and trailing up your shirt, grabbing at your breasts as he continued to kiss you. "Miah, please..." you squirmed, your body begging for him to take you.
It took him mere seconds to remove his clothes along with yours, your moans competing against one another, lips locking in a battle for dominance and an attempt to silence the needy groans. Your heat beckoned him, begging him to fill you up with his length. Wet and needy, red blurring your vision as he took you, pleasure overwhelming you until all you could think about was him. He was everything.
"Fuck." he grunted, pacing his thrusts. He seemed much more timid this time, his thrusts gentle as he cupped your face, peppering kisses against your cheek and temple. Slower, softer thrusts than the last few times when the lust came in the moment. This time the two of you were savouring one another.
As your climax approached, your hands gripped onto his shoulders, giving him one final kiss on the lips as you tightened around him, finally reaching your limit. An explosion of pleasure erupted from deep within, urging you to close your eyes as Jeremiah finished with you.
Your bodies collapsed beside each other, hair messy and tangled, sweat covering every inch of your skin. You had to admit, shy and reserved as he was, Jeremiah was an amazing lover when it came to pleasing you in bed. A rather unexpected trait you wouldn't assume he had due to his quiet demeanour.
"Welcome home." he whispered, cupping your face and locking lips with you. You smiled into the kiss, pulling him closer before you parted. "I have to go sort out my study, don't go back into the maze without me." Jeremiah warned, kissing your forehead before gathering his clothes and leaving.
You lay there for a few minutes, catching your breath before putting your clothes back on and getting up to explore further. The bathroom was massive, a marble tub in one corner of the room with the shower in the other. A wide mirror sat behind two marble sinks, your reflection clear as crystal. The kitchen was fully stocked, the fridge full of fruits and veg among other goods.
A few other boxes lay by the door, mostly unopened other than one that contained a few books Miah had kept since college and some files you hadn't seen before. Shrugging, you thought why not. You slumped down, unpacking the box until its contents were strewn around you.
You started by sorting the files in alphabetical order, going through A, B, C etcetera until you came to J, which contained only one file. Jerome... you opened it, flicking through and reading the brief description that was given on his background.
Raised in the circus, twin bother, abusive home... "Y/N? What are you reading?" Jeremiah asked, his voice snapping you out of your trance before realising what you were reading. Before you could say anything, he'd snatched it from your grasp, tucking it under his arm.
"You shouldn't be reading that." he said, walking towards the door. "Hey, come back. Miah, I'm sorry!" you called after him, following him out into the maze. He turned around, grabbing you by the wrist. "You know how I feel about him. If you haven't read it, then there's a reason." he snapped, releasing your wrist shortly after as he continued walking to his study. You didn't follow, standing there rubbing your wrist in shock.
He'd never laid a hand on you before... What's he hiding?