Dirty Flowers – The Lion and the Mouse Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
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As the wall slid open, I was greeted by a rush of cool, refreshing air and a hidden space of sensual opulence.

I couldn’t help but gasp.

It was an expansive chamber with gothic chandeliers. Plush carpet covered the floor. Sensuous fabrics draped the walls.

Everywhere I turned glowed in opulence and grandeur.

Diamond shaped mirrors were strategically placed around the room and on the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope light show throughout the space.

The atmosphere felt different here—almost magical—like I had stumbled into a secret kingdom only accessible through Kaz’s silver disk.

“What is this, baby?”

“I figured that as Paolo and Emilio grow up, they may wander in our bedroom at times when we do not want them to.” Kaz gestured for me to go inside. “Therefore, this is our room of fantasy and pleasure—a place to hide from everyone and everything. In here, none of the outside nonsense matters, mysh.”

I stepped over the threshold. “This is fucking incredible, baby.”

“We still have a way to go before it is finished, but I wanted you to see it before we leave for New Orleans.”

Another beep sounded.

I glanced over my shoulder.

The wall slid closed.

Kaz placed the disk back into his pocket.

“How long have you been walking around with that remote control?”

“For two weeks.”

“You were able to hold on to this surprise for that long?”

“Barely.” He took my hand and guided me around.

The scent of leather and sandalwood filled the air.

I turned to the right.

There stood a silver bird cage big enough for a human to live in.

It stood tall and proud, with its elegant silver frame stretching up towards the ceiling. The metal gleamed in the chandeliers’ light, casting a sparkling reflection all around.

I stepped closer. “Kaz. . .”

He smiled at it. “I told you that I knew a man who made beautiful cages.”

“I have to admit that. . .this is truly stunning craftsmanship.”

The door was covered in tiny diamonds, and the base of the cage was decorated with a sparkling array of gems and pearls.

Inside, the cage was fitted with a soft cushioned floor of plush pillows and velvet blankets.

I looked at him. “But, are you sure that you will be able to live in there?”

“Very funny, mysh.”

“Then, you better not get in trouble.” I guided us in the opposite direction. “That is the first place I am putting you.”

A dark chuckle left him.

We strolled forward.

Further up, the space around the bed was romantic. Several rose scented candles covered the side tables.

Three video cameras were on tripods and positioned strategically next to the bed.

A delicious shiver ran down my spine.

I looked at Kaz.

He wore a wicked smile that hinted at dark delights.

I grinned. “Apparently, you will be pursuing a hobby in cinema this year.”

“We will definitely be making movies, mysh.”

“You are so nasty.” I bit my bottom lip. “And I love it.”

We walked forward.

Carefully curated works of erotic art lined the walls—ranging from sculptures to paintings. Bodies twisted in provocative poses and glistened with pure carnal desire.

I widened my eyes. “This is so amazing.”

“I am glad you like our space.”

I eyed a wooden bench on the left. Buckled leather straps ran parallel to the bench and were attached to the sides.

I pointed to it. “What’s this?”

“A spanking bench.”

I smiled. “I did not know you wanted me to spank you.”

He laughed. “You think I am the one getting spanked on that bench?”

“I’m certain of it.” I took the lead and pulled him away. “You have a heavy hand. I am not letting you hit my ass.”

“It is only a matter of time, mysh.”

I stopped us by an odd object.

What is this?

It was a large wooden frame with one large hole in the center and one small hole on each side.

I stared at it. “This looks like something from the Middle Ages.”

“Good guess.”

I stepped closer and touched it. The rough texture of the wooden frame scraped against my fingertips. I could see the deep grooves left by the blade of a saw.

Kaz spoke, “The stocks were an instrument from the Middle Ages.”

I looked at him. “What was it used for?”

“Punishing criminals.” He pointed to the big hole. “Your head will go through this part, and then your wrists will be secured in the smaller holes.”

I eyed him. “My head and wrists?”

He grinned. “You will see.”

“I don’t know about that.” I strolled away.

Further ahead, a large, padded table stood by a big shelf stuffed with red satin boxes full of items.

“What’s happening over here?” I tried to walk that way.

“We will explore that another time.” Kaz took back my hand and kept us moving forward.

That was when I noticed a dedicated viewing area at the back of the space, with a large cinema-style screen and sound system.

Oh my. My baby is not playing around at all.

In front of the screen, a stage stood with three steps to get on it. A black, six-foot tall divider rested on the right corner of the stage.


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