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.

cameras in each corner that hang

the largest bed I have

hell are all the chains for? What are all

a circle. The walls are all painted satin black with white baseboard trim. The floor is covered in a plush black carpet, with white marble underneath. Arm restraints sling from the ceiling to the wall, and an intricately woven black rope hangs from a hook near

a sex shop

I breathe, turning back

accented with black satin pillows as well as a handful of red rose petals. In fact, there are 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

often do you use this place?" I can't help

been in here or not and the bedding switched

answer my first question," I point out, closing my fingers on the lapels of my robe as if the

while," Alex says. "The last

up suspiciously. "What are the cameras for? Is there like a hidden door in the wall that hides a group of monitors or

there is a hidden door in the wall that leads straight into