Chapter 10

The Games Room

The space was a symphony of dark fantasy.

Katie’s eyes darted from one station to the next. A polished St. Andrew’s cross stood against one wall, leather restraints hanging open, waiting. Nearby, a sturdy table was equipped with more straps. A metal cage, barely large enough for a person to kneel in, sat in one corner—the “jail box” Destiny had mentioned. And on the far wall, two discreet holes were cut into the dark wood. A glory hole, and its inverse counterpart.

But Destiny’s focus was singular. She guided them toward the center of the room, where a single, high-backed office chair sat under a soft, focused spotlight. It looked stark and utterly out of place, an island of mundane corporate reality in a sea of decadence.

“This,” Destiny said, her voice dropping to a husky, intimate tone laced with dominance, “is my favorite game.”

She trailed her fingers along the chair’s back. “It’s about trust. And control. And the most exquisite kind of surrender.” Her eyes, sharp and knowing, locked onto Katie’s. “One person sits. Blindfolded. They have no idea who is touching them, or how. They just ... feel. A stranger’s hands. A stranger’s mouth. A strangers cock. The chairs rotate and new feelings feel you up.”

Destiny’s gaze flicked to Luca, a silent command passing between them. He hadn’t moved, but his posture had shifted; he was watching Katie with an intensity that felt like a physical touch.

“The person in the chair gives up everything,” Destiny continued, stepping so close to Katie that their bodies almost brushed. “They become pure sensation. And the ones serving them...” She finally looked at Luca again, a wicked smile playing on her full lips. “ ... they get to play. To give pleasure as an anonymous gift. Or a punishment.”