Code Of Command (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novella Trilogy, Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

back to face Sirella, he handed her an empty bottled water he’d held casually in his hands. Without a beat, she lifted her hands and accepted it, cradling it firmly between her small hands. Releasing one hand, she placed her palm outward in front of him, face up. Delicately, he placed the chain in the center of her palm. Fanning her fingers closed, she licked it inside her fist. Turning, she glided across the room, making her way to a small station along the south wall. Midway between the ceiling and the floor was a row of black dispensers. I squinted, doing my best to see what they were. Finely-printed labels read “Condoms”, “Lollipops”, and “Wetnaps”. Just above, a neon sign instructed guests to “Take One! Take Three! Take as many as You Need!”
    Fascinating, I thought. Just below were was a row of recycle and compost bins. Sirella dropped the empty bottle into the appropriate bin, spun on her thin heel and walked back to rejoin us, her hips swaying seductively with each step. I turned my face toward Lark, watching as he gazed upon her with a look of pride. Outstretching his hand, he opened his palm, Handing her Master her chained leash, she nodded in completion of her task. He smiled, praising her silently.
    “There are thirteen rooms in Subspace,” Lark said. “Each room has a particular theme. I’m sure you know single men and single women are only allowed in seven of rooms, the rest being reserved for couples.”
    He stopped, turning quickly, and eyeing me quizzically. “Are you a Domme or a sub?”
    I shrugged, shaking my head in confusion. “Oh, I’m not really anything at all. I mean, I suppose… I guess… I really…”
    Lark laughed. “I put you on the spot. Research. I remember, research…”
    He turned to march ahead, continuing his tour. “It’s a good thing we saw you when we did, then. Subspace is a friendly place, yes, and most newbies visit to explore and…,” he cleared his throat, “…research, but there are wolves in this forest. Some hungry Dom or Dominatrix would have found you quite quickly and pounced.”
    Leading me and his submissive to a descending stairwell, he guided us down. It was shadowy, lit mainly by several small iridescent bulbs along the ceiling. My eyes quickly adjusted and, as I glanced feet ahead of me, I caught glimpses of figures in the distance, talking, mingling, and pulling leashed and chained submissives room-to-room. I was so enthralled with the people, I nearly missed a step, grasping the side of the wall to keep my balance. Twisting her body backward toward me, Sirella extended her hand to me. Sliding my fingers into her palm, I allowed the exotic beauty to steady and guide me.
    “You’ll be able to enter restricted areas with us,” Sirella whispered to me, squeezing my hand lightly in an effort to reassure me.
    My eyes widened as we passed a number of play rooms, some big, some small, each with a doorless entrance giving a view of inside play. I peeked, but didn’t see much. I was surprised rooms were as empty as they were. People mulled about, but what I imagined to be occurring within wasn’t occurring.
    Lark led us to the farthest end of the hallway, where we were met with a double, frosted, glass door. Placing his hand on the long, vertical, metal handles, he pulled them open with massive strength. They swung wide, revealing a white wonderland, easily two thousand or so feet wide. Modern, platform beds with white frames draped in crisp white sheets, fluffy white carpet, and white embossed mirrors decorated the space. Large, antique chairs, upholstered in rustic white damask sat neatly in each corner. Stepping in, the cool air tickled the skin on my arms. A number of people sat on beds, talking or stood wandering about with their partners, each stark naked.
    “This, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, is the White Room. In the White Room, we are pure. Naked, as nature intended.”
    My eyes locked up on a burly, muscular, bearded man to my