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“You will be afraid, Sesto. But you only have to remember that I would never risk hurting you. Not under any circumstances.”

“I know,” I said with conviction.

His Lordship kissed my forehead and unlocked the door.

There was nothing red in the room. Not a single cushion, not a curtain, not a speck of paint on the walls.

I swallowed.

Why did they call it the Red Room when there wasn’t a trace of red in sight?

And that wasn’t the most unsettling thing about the place.

The walls were bare stone, broken by three thick wooden pillars standing to the left of the room’s single, narrow window. Leather restraints with metal rings and tarnished buckles were fixed to the pillars, worn from use. Just below waist height, a row of iron rods jutted out. Across the room, heavy chains hung from the stone wall, each ending in a cuff.

The room looked like a medieval torture chamber.

The lone window, high and slit-thin, faced north. From where I stood near the door, I could just make out a solitary star gleaming in the arch above.

Despite what I’d just told His Lordship, I trembled with fear.

A loud banging noise made me spin around. His Lordship slid a thick iron bar across the door, closing us in.

“It’s time for you to undress, omega.”

Heart pounding, I disrobed. Even though I was scared, it didn’t occur to me to disobey.

His Lordship opened a chest that stood by the first wooden pillar and rummaged around until he pulled something out. He crouched by the pillar and fastened the item onto the metal rod, then stepped back.

It was a long, thick dildo, made of black silicone, only vaguely resembling a human cock. The tip was unnaturally pointed, with distinct ridges and veins running along the shaft, and the base swelled into a bulging knot. Huge veiny balls hung below. The thing stuck out at an upward angle, looking like an unnecessarily large, obscene coat hook.

“Come here.”

Dazed, I averted my gaze from the thing. I didn’t want to think about it. I tried not to imagine why it was there or what the leather cuffs and buckles were for.

My eyes were on His Lordship, my beloved alpha, as he opened his arms for me.

“You’re such a good pet,” His Lordship murmured as he grabbed me by my ass cheeks and lifted me. He kissed me deeply and demandingly, and I slumped in his arms. My alpha’s firm fingers rubbed through my crease and around my rim, spreading wetness with practiced ease.

Then my back met the wood. Something cold and firm grazed my opening.

“Don’t fight it,” His Lordship murmured as he lowered my body, and the head of the dildo popped in.

I gasped.

It felt cold and very, very large as it burrowed into my flesh, the ridges rubbing my insides in a disturbingly pleasurable way. His Lordship mounted me on it as if he were hanging a decoration on a wall. When my spread ass met the knot and the dildo couldn’t go further, His Lordship kept me pressed to the wall with his thigh between my legs and fastened a thick belt around my chest, tightening the buckle. Another belt went around my waist, and two leather cuffs pinned my arms to the wall.

His Lordship stepped back, and my body sank lower with its weight. The dildo felt huge, the tip digging into my guts, and the knot threatened to stretch my rim beyond capacity. I clenched on instinct, trying to stop the thing from going further in, but it was a ridiculously futile attempt. On my next breath, my rim only yielded more. I glanced down where my toes barely nudged the floor. His Lordship wrapped two leather belts around my thighs.

The belts kept me pinned to the pillar, but I hung on the wall by my asshole.

I’d never been so helpless.

His Lordship pressed a long kiss to my forehead before fastening the last belt around my head.

I couldn’t move a muscle. I panted, scared yet strangely detached, watching as His Lordship stripped. My alpha cast his clothing into the corner by the door with a carelessness unusual for him. The chains rattled as he reached for them. To my astonishment, he cuffed his own wrists and ankles, chaining himself to the opposite wall.

Clanking metal accompanied his movement when he charged at me. His arms bent backward, trapped in the chains, but he could kiss me on the lips.