Run! The Lost Princess of the Black Wolves

Chapter 37 - Bound by desire

The door swung open without a sound, revealing a room enveloped in darkness.

"I’ve always been curious about this room," Iron's voice was barely above a whisper as he murmured, his hand tracing the wall, seeking the light switch.

Finally, his fingers found it, and a soft glow seeped into the room, casting intriguing shadows. Yet, it remained quite dark, creating a mysterious ambiance. Chloe took cautious steps forward, her eyes widening in astonishment as she turned around slowly, her jaw dropping in disbelief. This room was nothing like she had imagined.

The walls and ceiling were painted black, and the furniture was old-fashioned and solid, as if plucked from another time. It was a stark contrast to Rebecca's usual preference for bright and modern decor…

In the heart of the room stood a grand bed that dominated the space. It was dressed in vibrant crimson sheets and crowned with a luxurious velvety canopy, its majestic mahogany frame and intricately carved bedposts giving it a decadent and luxurious vibe.

“Are you sure this was my mother’s room too…?” Chloe lingered with her gaze on a black swing suspended from the high ceiling, feeling a mix of curiosity and doubt.

Leaning against the wall, Iron crossed his arms and nodded. "Yep… It was part of her training," he explained, his gaze wandering over the room. "She was taught how to deceive and manipulate, including the art of seduction. Legend has it that Thora employed both a male and a female tutor to guide her, teaching her how to create that irresistible connection, making any man, or woman for that matter, crazy with desire, wishing to become her submissive. I’ve heard Aurum was quite the Dominatrix, knowing how to wrap any man’s heart around her little finger."

Chloe wrinkled her brow, feeling skeptical. "But she was so young…" she objected. What kind of mother would put her own daughter through that? Chloe was starting to think Thora was entirely wicked.

"As long as it comes from within..." Iron shrugged nonchalantly, walking over to the bed to examine the meticulously carved bedpost, his fingers delicately tracing the intricate patterns. He had discarded his suit jacket, revealing the subtle play of muscles beneath his crisp white shirt, while his tailored pants accentuated his well-defined physique.

Chloe felt a subtle warmth coloring her cheeks as her gaze involuntarily fixated on Iron's alluring frame. Her eyes widened as he casually plucked a silk rope from the bed, deftly rolling it in his hands, a mischievous smile gracing his lips.

Biting her lip, she had to force herself to look away. Moving with cautious curiosity, Chloe meandered across the room to a leather bench adorned with restraints, an unmistakable invitation for someone to surrender to its embrace.

"It's a fuc.k bench," Iron closed the distance between them, his fingertips tenderly sweeping aside her hair as he leaned in to plant a kiss on her neck.

Chloe couldn't help but let out a playful chuckle. "Oh, and here I was thinking it was a bench for midnight prayers," she quipped, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

A low chuckle rumbled from Iron's lips, his warm breath tickling her neck. "I suppose it all depends on what you pray for," he teased, the seductive undertone in his voice intensifying their electric connection.

Chloe closed her eyes, leaning into his embrace. It was very tempting to give in to his advances, almost too difficult to resist. Letting out a deep breath, she reluctantly pulled herself away, casting a playful glance over her shoulder. “There are so many things to see in this room,” she remarked with a flirtatious smile. With a swag in her steps, she began to wander, taking in the details of the room.

On one wall, several ropes and harnesses were hanging on large hooks, piquing her curiosity. What would one do with such a harness? She mused.

However, it was the glass cabinets adorning the walls that truly captivated her attention. Each one held a treasure trove of fascinating objects. One cabinet proudly showcased an assortment of handcuffs and gags, while another revealed a collection of intricately decorated black facial masks adorned with gems and feathers. Chloe couldn't resist the temptation and plucked a shimmering mask from its display, positioning it against her face.

“How do I look?” she asked with a seductive voice as she turned to face Iron, who stood casually with his arms crossed, leaning against one of the sturdy bedposts.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips, "Like a seductress," he replied, his eyes gleaming with desire.

Fueled by his response, Chloe returned her attention to the glass cabinets. She examined one filled with an assortment of silvery objects – balls and plugs in different sizes, as well as clamps and strings of beads.

Yet, it was another cabinet that held her fascination, boasting an array of leather riding crops and whips in various styles and shapes. Her eyes settled on a particular leather whip with a black handle and a long, sinuous tail. Carefully, she retrieved it from the cabinet, playfully flicking it to create a captivating sound that resonated through the room.

"You like it?" Iron murmured, drawing closer and placing his hand on the small of her back.

"It's... fascinating," she smiled, feeling excited as she opened another cabinet adorned with a few exquisite feathers. Her fingers delicately caressed a large feather, its beautiful green and blue hues standing out amidst the sea of black and red. "What would you do with this?" she mused aloud.

“I’ll be more than happy to show you,” Iron reached for the feather, and with slow deliberate movements he brushed the feather across her skin, sending delicate shivers along her arm, teasing her senses. It was as if he held the power to awaken every nerve in her body, and her breath became shallower with each tantalizing stroke, leaving her craving for more. Damn, this man was irresistible!

“Not here,” she breathed, once again leaning into his embrace. It was so tempting, but she couldn’t give in to him in this room, the very room where her mother had played out all her fantasies.

“Come,” he murmured in her ear, gently tugging her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

Leaving the mask and whip behind, Chloe obliged and followed his lead as he guided her down the hallway to the room adjacent to hers. Unlocking the door, he flashed a grin. "Welcome to my temporary domain," he announced as he brought her inside. She quickly surveyed the room, finding it to be nothing more than an ordinary bedroom. Its simplicity was almost jarring compared to the other rooms she had just witnessed, almost as if those surreal rooms only existed in her imagination.

Without dwelling on it further, Chloe became acutely aware of Iron's proximity as he slid his arm around her back, drawing her closer with a gentle pull. Locking eyes with her, he traced her neck with the large feather, causing her to instinctively bite her lip. The very sight elicited a low rumble resonating from deep within his chest, making him pull her even closer.

"You brought the feather," she breathed, her knees weakening under his touch.

"Of course," he purred, allowing the feather to trail down to her cleavage. "But you're wearing far too many clothes."

Placing the feather on the bed, he cupped her cheek with one hand, his thumb tracing the curve of her bottom lip, while his other hand slowly descended, unzipping her dress. The fabric cascaded to the floor with a soft thud, and with their gaze locked, he assisted her in stepping out of it. Now wearing nothing but her lace underwear, her body was exposed to his hungry gaze, making his eyes flash with craving.

Leaning in, he inhaled her scent. “Fireweed, sweet and delicate,” he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation. "And wild clary, adding a touch of spice. Your scent is intoxicating..." With hot lips, he planted a kiss on her cheek, slowly trailing down to her jawline and the hollow of her throat, causing her to tilt her head back in surrender.

Chloe's mind whirled with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, the rush of excitement mingling with a sense of hesitation. Was this really the right thing to do? She had never felt this aroused before, and it clouded her thoughts. Maybe she should put a halt to it now before things went too far?

Yet, as his lips met hers, she couldn’t help but let out a little involuntary moan, revealing her overwhelming desire. Okay, just a little longer, she told herself, fully aware that her self-restraint was slipping away.

Grasping her thigh, he effortlessly lifted her, allowing her to straddle him as he carried her towards the bed. Carefully, he set her down upon the soft covers, their eyes locked as he climbed up in bed with her.

Leaning in closer, his tongue traced a path down the valley between her breasts, playfully nibbling the edge of her balconette bra. "Still too many clothes," he murmured playfully as he slipped his hand behind her back. Deftly, he unhooked her bra and cast it aside, revealing her bare skin to his hungry gaze.

Suddenly, he let his lips cover one of her nipp.les, causing her to gasp as the electrifying sensation traveled all the way down to her core. As if he could read her body like an open book, he slid his hands down to her panties, letting his thumb circle on top of the fabric, caressing her budding bundle of nerves underneath.

"Oh Goddess," she panted, letting out a moan as the friction almost sent her over the edge, causing him to stop with a wolfish smile on his lips.

"Not so fast," he chuckled, his voice a low, enticing rumble. "There are so many things I have in store for you." His intense gaze locked with hers as he produced a vibrant red silk ribbon, teasingly wrapping it around her wrists.