Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Inside the Playroom

**ROMANY**

It's nine o'clock by the time the five of us are standing inside the Playroom_ and at the moment everything is draped in darkness. I can't see anything in this room. Nothing. And I'm starting to get more than a little nervous. Alex bid me wear nothing but my robe, despite the fact that I'd originally selected the cutest piece of lingerie that I have at my disposal. He said it was better if I was natural. If I was raw.

Damien stands in front of me with Tiny to his right. The pair of them seem to know exactly where they're going, even given the pitch black of the space. That fact is mildly troubling, but I shake it off.

Mickey stands just behind me with his hand on the small of my back and I'm grateful for the contact, because otherwise I'd be a little spooked.

I have _never_done_anything like I am about to do and, to be honest, I'm not sure if I'll like it.

"Ready?" Alex's voice echoes, just before he flips a switch along the far wall and the room is suddenly illuminated in a mixing haze of red-gold and bright white light.

After blinking a few times against the sudden brightness, I focus on the room.

are no windows, but there _are_ four cameras in each corner that

the

all the chains for? What are all the

the ceiling to the wall, and an intricately woven black rope hangs from a hook near one corner of the room. There's an entire section of the room completely devoted to different whips. Sparkling whips, leather whips... _beaded_ whips. There are

like a sex

shit," I breathe, turning

different streaks of red all about the room. Giant red pillows, a red velvet bench, and a collection of fluffy red fur handcuffs make up an entire corner of the space. A red leather seat swings in another corner, with black straps that lead up to the ceiling and harness to the wall. There's even what appears

this place?" I can't help but

is sterilized once a week whether I've been in here or not and the bedding switched out

fingers on the lapels of my robe as if the fabric alone

last time was a week before you arrived

Is there like a hidden door in the

there is a hidden door in the wall that leads straight