The Room Next Door
It started with the sound. Not moaning, not quite—not yet. Just… muffled movement. A creak of a bed frame, a rhythmic thump against the wall that separated Emma’s hotel room from the one next door.
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It started with the sound. Not moaning, not quite—not yet. Just… muffled movement. A creak of a bed frame, a rhythmic thump against the wall that separated Emma’s hotel room from the one next door.
Blindfolded and lying on satin sheets, I felt my entire world narrow to the sound of my breathing and the anticipation of my next sensation. My hands were tied loosely to the headboard with silk scarves, not for restraint but to remind me to surrender control. "Just relax," Marcus whispered somewhere to my left. Without sight, his deep voice alone sent a thrill through me.
I knelt on the bed, heart thudding in my chest, as James secured my wrists together with soft red rope. The dim light of the bedroom and the anticipation coursing through me made every sense sharper.