O9.
Chris
Once her hand was in mine, I was ready to take her on a little expedition. She had already seen the main rooms such as the living room and the kitchen. Our first stop was going to be easy; the game room. Before I showed her the room that I really wanted her to see, I'll be simple with it.
"This is the game room. Any game that you name, I have. Try me." I boasted, looking down at her. She put on this cute concentration while she tried to think of a game that I wouldn't have. I mean, I should have every one. I play sport and action games while this nigga Chris like that Witch of Warcraft type shit. He always on that lame shit.
"Sims?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow. I nodded my head before crossing my muscular arms. I glanced down at my tattoo laced arms and instantly became infatuated with them. These things hold a hell of a lot of strength. Without knowledge, I started flexing my arms. When I looked up, Maree gave me a weird look.
"Are you like… checking yourself out?" she giggled, placing a hand over her mouth. By the rosy cheeks and cute giggle that escaped from her mouth, I can tell she was feeling a nigga. A smirk played on my lips before I licked over them.
"Okay, handsome. Let's go look at the other rooms." she chuckled, tugging at the hem of my black V-neck. Quickly, I reversed the hold she had on me so that I was holding her hand. Ain't nobody bout to lead me. Especially in my house. With that, I led her to the theatre.
My theater was small but cozy. It was decorated with red suede couches and black suede pillows. The French artwork danced around the walls. Black curtains covered up the huge screen that lied behind it. While I was getting amused at my own tastes, so was Maree. Her eyes held fascination while she scoured the room.
"We should watch a movie in here sometime." she suggested with an innocent smile. She had every intention of wanting to watch a movie in here. I would want to fuck her in here. Chris scary ass ain't gonna do it. If her and Chris watch a movie in here, it'll be boring as fuck cause that nigga don't know how to make a move. If her and I watch a movie, we won't even watch it. We'll be too busy making one.
"It'll be a nice movie night. We can do that sometime. You wanna go to the next room?" I smirked. She nodded and grasped my hand on her own. See, once you teach a woman something, they'll be obedient and always do the shit. Good women, that is. We made our next stop to the art room.
Chris is really the one who be in here doing all this creative shit. Whenever I get the opportunity to be out of the shadows, I don't come in this damn room. The smells from the paint gives me a mean ass headache. So, I leave the artistic shit to Chris.
We walked inside and the smell instantly hit my nostrils. It was so strong and I can feel the headache rising. I was about to tell Ree let's roll out but the intrigued expression she wore told be to bear with it. She seemed so amazed by all of the art that Chris has done. If she knew what I was capable of in some other areas, this bullshit would be irrelevant.
"Chris, this is so beautiful. You're truly blessed." she sighed, examining an art piece. I scoffed out of aggravation and folded my arms across my chest. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at me.
"Do you really think you're not talented? This shit is awesome. I love it." she smiled, misconstruing my sudden attitude. I have to admit, Chris can dabble some paper up. Great, she got a nigga over here actually praising this stupid shit.
"Thanks, Ree." I mumbled, following her lead to another piece. While she was gazing at that drawing, my curiosity got the best of me. There was a white cloth splattered in paint over an easel. Waltzing over to it, I lifted up the cloth. Chris is a goddamn lover boy. He was drawing a picture of Maree. It was half-way finished but you can catch the gist of who he was drawing.
"Hey, what's under that?" Maree inquired curiously, making me hurriedly throw the sheet back down. I'm sure Chris was trying to surprise her with that and for some odd reason I don't want to fuck that up for him.
"Nothin' ma. It's just some shit I ain't get to finish yet." I lied, licking over my lips. She side eyed me before nodding and turning to look at something else. That's what I like about her. She don't pressure shit and ask too many questions. If she would have started interrogating the shit, she would have gotten cursed out, no doubt. Nosy bitches are not the business.
Maree stood in front of a huge painting in pure confusion and admiration. Her face twisted up before she tilted it from left to right. I chuckled lightly before standing beside her. I bet you Chris can't even tell her what the fuck this is. All I know is she better not ask…
"Chris, what is this supposed to be? If you don't mind me asking." she whispered, never taking her eyes from the intricate piece. Problem is, I do mind her asking. Sighing, I tried to find the words to say. I always get myself out of shit by speaking smoothly.
"It's an enigma, babe. You're not supposed to understand it. Shit, I don't even know what it is." I laughed, making her join in. About five seconds later, she peeled her eyes from the captivating artwork and looked towards me.
"Anymore touring?" she grinned. Just then, I remembered the best room in the house. The dungeon. I haven't seen the room since we first moved here. Chris and I don't have much in common but BDSM happens to be the bond between us. Difference is, that nigga is also willing to make love. I never did that and I never will.
"I actually do have one more room in the house. Before we go though, I need to speak to you right quick. That room is… explicit. Just be discreet about it, aight? This might be too much for you to handle. So, you still wanna come?" I asked with wide eyes. A couple of seconds went by before she nodded.
Shrugging, I grabbed her hand and walked us down the stairs and to the hidden room. It was cold down here mainly because the area was surrounded with concrete. The big black double doors came into view. I retrieved the keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. Before opening it, I glanced back at her.
"You good?" I asked. She nodded and squeezed my hand tight as fuck. I don't what she was expecting but the grasp on her hand made me think that she thought I had dead bodies down here. I pulled the door back and walked through first. It was pitch black until I found the light switch. Once I flicked it on, a red glow illuminated the room.
All of my bondage equipment scattered across the room. The gags and ropes hung up neatly in their shelfs. My floggers were placed out on the tables. Best of all; the bars and restraints. Those contraptions give me complete control when it comes to this shit.
I was getting aroused at the sight of it. Glancing over, fear covered Maree's pretty little face. Call me crazy but that shit turned me on even more. Her grasp on my hand loosened before she fully detached from me.
"This is so cruel." she mumbled, shaking her head at me. My eyebrows knitted together and just at that moment, I grew irritated with her presence.
"Don't come down here disrespectin' my shit, Ree. How the fuck is this cruel?" I growled.
"Well, you have whips and things that look very hurtful in here. It's degrading to women!" she shouted. Cackling, I held my stomach and bent over. My laughter only made her become even more flustered.
"Oh, shut the fuck up. Women prostitute, they strip, they do all that shit. I'ma nigga that strap you down and fuck you good. I ain't makin' you show your ass to every nigga around. I ain't givin' you money. I'm givin' you straight dick. But because I wanna use restraints, I'm cruel? Ree, get the fuck out." I sighed, fanning her off.
"You know what, Chris? Fuck you! Don't ever talk to me again!" she shouted.
"I ain't fuckin' Chris! I'm King Caesar! And watch who the fuck you talkin' to. He might tolerate that loud shit but I don't." I gritted. The stumped look on her face right now was priceless. I mean, she has to know sooner or later. We can't just keep this shit in hiding. He did that last time and we ended up in a rut with Ester.
"You're a fuckin' lunatic, yo. I should have never defended you at the mall. I should have never came over here with the snacks. I should have never spoken to you." she mumbled with a scared look on her face. She quickly turned for the exit and left me in the red lite room. My questions are; what the fuck happened at the mall and why didn't I get any snacks?
Shrugging, I pulled out my phone and called Paris. Before I let Chris make a return, I need to get some pussy.
"Degrading to women? We'll see." I chuckled before placing the phone to my ear.
Maree
Disgusted. Confused. Scared. Worried. Naive. That was the list of adjectives that you could use to describe me at the moment. I never thought I would ever have to see that sexual equipment up close. It all looked very painful and humiliating to the female that would agree to engage in that. Who would ever agree to that?
Once I was home safe, I went into my bedroom and curled up under the covers. The last thing he said to me replayed in my head. King Caesar? I can't even fathom why he would believe he was Caesar. That explains the royal aspect of his home. Still, where is all of this coming from?
So many questions ricocheted through my head. I can't believe how Chris behaved today. It's like… he was a totally different person. I don't want to end what Chris and I have. I really like him but I just need some time to stomach all of this. If this is how he's going to be permanently, then he can take his new-found confidence and kick rocks. I'm not here for his new behavior.