Your Dad's Perfect (Ruby)

My eyes widen. "As you can see, the rooms are fully equipped; anything someone may need is there. Within reason, as I said, anything that goes inside the body has to be bought and taken away with you."

I stay staring. The woman is kneeling, her mask covering her eyes. Nothing much is happening. The man is walking around the room, picking up things. I feel Alaric move and follow him.

"Again, submissive." His words have me look through the window. Shit. Okay, this is more than the last window. The woman is tied up, the whip swinging and hitting her. "This hall is for submissives, male and female. There is a limit to three people in the room." Turning, he guides me back out and down another hall. Unlocking the door, we step through, and my body stops.

"This side is more extreme. This hall is where people come if there will be more than three people. These rooms are typically used by those into gangbangs, orgies and such." He says it like it's normal. Each room is similar, with a male or female submissive surrounded by people.

He walks out and goes down the next hallway. I'm not sure what to expect in this hallway. He stops, and I look.

"This is swingers." Okay, that's not as big of a shock. "The rooms are locked; only those signed in can enter them. These hallways are staff halls; they can check everything is fine while doing their rounds." "Rooms are locked?"

He nods. "Before going to a room, people sign in, sign contracts, and such. Let's say you had a partner. You could come here with another couple and rent the room. Only you and that couple would have access. Or, you may come here as a couple and request a couple join you, and if one is available, they would."

I nod slightly. "And the last hallway?"

"Those rooms are different; the submissive agrees to how many people, and beforehand, they also agree they are happy with it being those people. Again, people come here with the people they plan to use, or they come and request others join." He walks out, and I join him.

A few minutes later, we walked through another door. "This side is open." He walked down a hall, and I again looked in the room. The door was open? I turned and looked at him. "Exhibitions and Voyeurisms, those who like being watched, or like watching. People can walk into any room they want and watch and play with their own friend if they have one with them."

He takes me from the hall into another. "This side, is open, rules still follow though. So, for instance, this one." He stops, and I look. A woman is strapped up. Another woman is kissing her body as a man whips her. "The submissive, as you can see, has her master with her, but those who want to can join in. Behind you will see a list of permitted acts, and strengths allowed to be used."

He leaves the hallway and guides me down another. "This side is like all of the others, only it's more set up for rope bunnies." He stops, and I look through the window. That's a lot of rope on a woman, and she's suspended in the air.

He guides me back to the lobby and hands me a drink. I sit with him, processing everything.

"You said the hallways we used were staff hallways, so you work here?" I can't remember what he said he did for work, but this is different. How does he have so much money working here?

"Kind of, you could say that." Is that a yes or no?

"And the windows?" Why were there windows?

"Those are one-way windows; staff can see in, but they won't see us. Staff often walk through the hall and glance in to ensure nothing is being done against the rules. So no, they didn't see us there watching." My eyes rolled; that wasn't why I asked.

"Why would you come to a place like this?" He looks at me. I go to answer, and he continues. "Why would you let something my foolish son say make you think you need to come somewhere like this to prove a point?" "Because your foolish son wasn't wrong. I wasn't exciting; I didn't do anything fun. I was boring in and out of bed." I thought he understood that.

"He was wrong."

I laugh. "How can you know?" He can't. I haven't fucked him to prove it wrong.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

"Ruby, today alone has shown that you're not boring. That list proves that you're not boring." He leans towards me. "I suspect my son failed at fucking you right, which made sex boring for you, and well, boring sex doesn't make people want to do it or seem like they are having fun."

"Or, it's just me who didn't find it fun, and he was fine." There's a chance it's down to me.

He chuckles slightly.

"The fact he failed to please you any time you were with him proves he was the issue. People can find sex boring, especially when they have opened themselves to a world like this. It doesn't mean it fails to give them pleasure, however. You shouldn't use places like this." Why is he so against it? "You said this place was safe. So why would it be an issue if I did use a room here?"

"Because you're doing it to prove him wrong, it is an issue. You're not here for yourself; you're here to prove a point."

I open my mouth to tell him he is wrong, but he's not. "You're right. I created that list to prove people wrong. I came here to prove people wrong. Maybe I am bored of the same life, and this is different, which I need."

"People don't get bored of sex and instantly run to a place like this." His eyes stay on mine.

"Maybe I do?" Okay, I don't, but still...

"Okay, indulge me. Let's say you were to use this place, what would you use it for, what would ask for?"

Oh. He sits looking at me and waiting. I have no idea. No idea at all, he wants an answer though.