𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

Love-An Emotion Or A Person?: Part Two.

(Edited)

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨

I need a gangster
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That's just what gangsters do

I'm fucked up
I'm black and blue
I'm built for, all the abuse
I've got secrets, that nobody, nobody, nobody knows
I'm good on that pussy shit
I don't want what I can get
I want someone, with secrets that nobody, nobody, nobody knows.

I listened to Jasmine quietly sing Gangsta by Kehlani as we walked hand in hand up the stairs to the room where we will carry out this BDSM scene. Usually we'd do it in our room, but not this time, no. This time was special. And for a special occasion such as this, we need a special place to do it. We need somewhere private, intimate, and most importantly —soundproof.

"Where are we going Sir? The strip club?" Jasmine asked curiously as I led her down the hallway on the second floor which held the strip club, the sunroom, the library, the conference room, a fully stocked weaponry a home theatre and a gaming room where we kept the Xboxes, TV's, computers, and PlayStations.

The last door led to a private room where I brought my past submissives to engage in BDSM scenes. It could only be opened by me with a six digit code that only I knew. After unlocked the shiny cherry wood door, I ushered Jasmine inside, watching her face contort into sheer pleasure at the sight before her.

The Playroom. (Bedroom Area)

"Oh my God, look at this place, it's amazing," she said happily. "Don't get too excited baby, this is only the bedroom area," I chuckled as I walked across the room to a set of double doors and pushed them open. Jasmine followed me and when she came face to face with the room's interior, she let out a gasp and her jaw dropped in astoundment. "Ay dios mío."

The Playroom (Dungeon Area)