Craving Mr Redd

13. Kinks

Wait. What?!

She wanted to look up, but he held her face, positioning it to the dark wall before her.

"Eyes on the wall. Under no circumstances should you look away."

A beep followed, and the wall in front of her lifted slowly, a mechanical groan filling the silence. Kyla’s heart skipped as the hidden room revealed itself.

Red light. Dark walls. A naked woman at the center was bound, kneeling in front of a man who circled her like a predator. His hand brushed her cheek before gripping her chin, tilting her face up to him.

Kyla’s stomach dropped.

She should look away. She couldn’t. The scene held a kind of pull that mesmerized her.

The man said something she couldn't hear. The woman lowered her gaze. Not an ounce of resistance, just pure… surrender. The woman shivered when he touched her. It wasn’t fear. It was wanted.

Kyla’s mouth went dry.

“What—what are they doing?” she whispered.

Carlos's voice sounded behind her ear, resonant and deep. “When it comes to flavor, everyone has their own preference—meals, wine, ice cream, diet. The same goes for s****l desires. They call them kinks. Some are soft, some hard. Some are crazy, painful… even sick.” His voice dropped lower. “And some… deadly.”

Her pulses jolted violently at the last word. She wanted to look at him, but his voice stopped her.

“Eyes on the wall, Wildling.”

She obeyed, swallowing the bile that rose in her throat. Then she found herself wondering what kind of kink she could have.

“Here is where they explore them,” he continued. His fingers now trailing her neck, sending tingles over her. “And that... before you is a dominant and submissive relationship.”

"Relationship?" She breathed, barely recognizing her voice.

He hummed.

His fingers were now at her collarbones, trailing down to the middle of her chest. The view before her faded, leaving her hyperaware of his touch and the electricity it sent through her body. The painful clench at the apex of her leg. Her painfully erected n*****s beneath the fabric of her dress. The arousal that bubbled in her stomach.

“The submissive stays good and does whatever the dominant wants. It’s all about trust.” His breath was on her neck, and she was tempted to tilt her head for more.

“And… what if she… doesn’t obey him?” She could barely think. Her lips parted, desperate for air.

"She gets punished.”

She swallowed. “How?”

Just in time, the man in view spanked the woman's ass. Kyla almost jumped, mouth parted like the woman in view.

The woman arched her back even more, then bit her lower lip as the man slid two thick fingers inside her, delivering pain and pleasure at the same time.

“That is how they get punished," Carlos's voice drew her back. "Sometimes it could be other things.”

Kyla's throat tightened. "What other things?"

She gasped as his hand clamped the hem of her dress. She wanted to look but couldn’t.

Why? Why was she still stuck in the loop of his command?

'Eyes on the wall.'

Oh God, she couldn't breathe.

Unable to take it, she forced her eyes away, flicking them down to his veiny hand dangerously close to where she ached the most.

He stopped.

A whimper burst through her lips as he ended the heat. She was beginning to crave more. She wanted to pull that hand back, but the cuff made her groan.

"They take what they desire in their vulnerable state, leaving them frustrated."

Why did she understand what he just said? Was it because he literally just demonstrated it?

She was indeed frustrated. So frustrated.

He came in front of her. Her eyes settled on his lips as his hands went behind her. A click echoed.

"This is not your world." The cuff fell from her wrist. He straightened. "You don't belong here."

As he walked away, Kyla's chest heaved as if she'd run a mile. His words still lingered in her head. In her skin. Everywhere.

Then it hit her.

She didn't flinch at his touch.

It was the same on the night he had defended her.

How was that possible?

"Then... teach me?" She flicked her gaze to the man gulping another glass of wine.

"Get your ass up. We are leaving."

"Be my dominant!" She exclaimed before he could take a step. Glancing over his shoulder, he raised a brow like she had lost her mind.

Maybe she has.

"I... didn't flinch at your... touch."

Something flickered in his eyes. Primal. Raw. As if he realized that as well. But they disappeared immediately as if she'd imagined it.

"You can't even follow simple instructions..."

"I..." Her lips paused, words freezing at her throat.

"You have no idea what you're asking. I can't give you what you want," he mumbled, beginning to leave.

~~~~~

He led her out, hand clamped firmly around her wrist. Her legs tried to keep up, but it seemed he was still upset with what happened.

As they got out through the back of the club, the world froze when she sighted someone familiar.

His eyes were buried in his phone before flicking to them.

Jayden straightened up. His incredulous gaze moved between her, Carlos, and the club behind them.

Betrayal slowly etched his face, and Kyla immediately knew what he was thinking.

His nose flared as he stormed towards them fast.

Kyla's stomach sank, but Carlos?

He didn't budge from his place.

Before Kyla could react, Jayden's fist met Carlos square on the face...