The Right Turns

She watched him lean his head against the corner of the wall, close his eyes, draw a deep breath, then gently tapped a pattern onto the wall with his head. Before she could reach up to stop him, she heard the mechanical whine of an electric motor kick in. Granted, it was very faint, but between the deafening pounding of her heart, she heard it.

He stood still holding her close. A minute later, he looked back down at her and smiled one of those smiles that ignited deep seated passions of desire. She felt his member stiffen even more. It was time for her surprise.

As soon as the gap in the corner of the room was wide enough to accommodate his shoulder’s width, he sunk himself into it while pulling her in. The wall closed immediately behind her. He felt her body stiffen in a state of flight driven by understandable worry and fright.

The corridor they were in, as narrow and dark as it was, was cooler than the room. Another set of gears turned and a crack in the flooring behind him opened as slivers of lighting below stretched out fingers probing the dark passage.

Once the floor was done parting like the red sea, he turned to face the opening while holding her close behind him. He was looking below at the Blue Lagoon as the mini platform elevator rose to welcome him. Stepping on, he held her close and tapped a pattern with his hands on the wall.

The lift slowly lowered itself as she grabbed on to him tightly. This part was definitely not part of the floor plan. This upgrade had not been negotiate or agreed upon. Too many questions filled her mind, as she was the one who had designed and overseen the building of the house.

Once the lift had stopped it’s journey, it was clear to her that they had to be somewhere below the house. The room that greeted them was very beautifully set in the theme of an ancient castle. Reminded her of a courtyard in miniature. The various things hanging on the wall were not really era appropriate but had that feel of medieval times.

He led her into the room and introduced it as the Blue Lagoon. The lights turned into a sea of blue projected lights on the walls. The acoustic of the room felt very well managed and ultra quiet. The last time she had felt this type of acoustic was in a high end studio sound room.

He watched with sweet satisfaction as her mind connected the dots. This was in fact the room where sound came to rest. This only meant one thing, she couldn’t call for help.

Her eyebrows rose with a bit of cockiness, mock defiance, and a healthy does of playfulness. This was definitely a new twist. She was so glad her trust level had risen, the old her would have been never even gone into the wall to start with.

Putting on her best sexy pose, she tried to say “what’s your pleasure” as convincingly as possible. She instantly knew it came out wrong. There was no need for an echo to confirm that.

Sheepishly, she stepped towards the center of the room to look about. It was small looking by design, but as she moved about, it was much larger than she had thought. For starters, there were expansions that came into view. In those wings that branched out in four different directions, there were various implementations. She had no word to categorize what she saw.

These things looked like it could seriously torture someone. Then she realized a few things. This was the room she was supposed to have been in the night of her birthday. This was where she was going to learn a lesson. She was going to get her tush beat until she submitted.

This was probably also the room where he got his lashes from. Given all the things hanging about the place, whoever thrashed his body was skilled at using all these various whatever they were.