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.

four cameras in each corner that hang from the ceiling like silent

my God. That is the largest bed I have ever

all the chains for? What are all

white marble underneath. Arm restraints sling from 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.

a sex shop in

shit," I breathe, turning back toward

takes up the most space near the back of the room. It is round and unlike any mattress that I've ever seen. Dressed in a heavy white velvet blanket, it's 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

often do you use this place?" I can't help but ask. "And is the bedding

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

I point out, closing my fingers on the lapels of my robe as if the fabric alone can protect me from the

a while," Alex says. "The last time was a week

Is there like a hidden door

says. "But there is a hidden door in the wall that leads straight into the private