Friday
As Rhett’s room reflected his gothic aesthetic, and Cameron’s his country farm tastes, Heath’s room was entirely him. Sleek, polished surfaces, no clutter, expensive and designer. His bed, like Rhett’s, was a four-poster, but square and spare. He had chosen a four-poster she saw in order to use the poles to mount the restraints. Each pole had several fixtures, from finger-thick metal loops to black rope already tied into place. Next to the bed was a glass-topped table, upon which laid a wide array of s*x toys.
Heath’s s****l interests were unapologetically on display.
“I guess you don’t have a house cleaner,” she observed. “Or visitors.”
“No cleaner,” he opened the door into the bathroom. “And no visitors that would be invited into my bedroom.”
The bathroom was tiled in glossy
