Love's Dark Delights (Random x Sweet)

Chloe had chosen to be bold.

Leaving the grocery, she’d appear to be any average girl clutching to a pair of paper bags full of ingredients for dinner. But this wasn’t just any dinner, this was the meal that would showcase her culinary prowess and impress her semi-serious boyfriend into becoming a fully dedicated partner. Every night they’d planned together included heading out to a restaurant, pub, or some other form of public location followed by a steamy, yet brief, exchange of affections that were contained in their cars or in darker corners of a movie theater. Soon, it would all change. Of course she knew where he lived. Several times he’d gone out of town and had asked her to collect his mail. They’d even spent a night in watching a movie. At the time she had been too shy to make any aggressive moves, but not any longer. Chloe loved what she had and decided that commitment was something to be desired. After all, how often did one get the opportunity to impress their boyfriend and boss at the same time?

A note had been left behind at work in her absence that described some vague illness that would require an early leave and a necessity to rest. Having made sure nothing seemed too serious she proceeded with little guilt. The drive was short and it wasn’t long before his key was slipped into the familiar front door and her invasion was underway. She’d made quick work of his stove, having seasoned and prepped an impressively-sized roast and slipping the large cut into the heat to slowly cook. Nothing could speed the process up and she was forced to relax as the scent of dinner began to permeate through the kitchen.

Idly, Chloe glanced at her phone and eventually chose to tap at her texting application. Silently, her thumbs went to work. “I’m glad I chose to go home and lay down, I’m feeling much better.” The ruse was complete. Surely he wouldn’t suspect a single thing to be out of place. Feeling accomplished, she meandered into the living room and glanced about. Everything appeared to be in place and organized. Her gaze settled on the staircase, following the handrail as it led upwards into the unknown. The realization donned that a full tour of the house had never been offered which served only to pique her curiosity. Peering over towards the oven to ensure everything was running properly, she deemed it safe to abandon in order to explore.

Timidly, the first steps were taken. Her ascension was silent save for the occasional creek of the floor as her fingertips ran gently along the wall. While slightly dim, there was hardly a “haunted house” vibe. Several doors branched into what she assumed to be a bedroom and bathroom, maybe even an office. So what harm could come from peeking? Grasping gently at a knob, one of the heavy doors was cracked just enough to permit a small, exploratory observation of his bedroom. Bed, check. Night table, check. Dresser, check. Everything seemed to be in order. The normality of it all bred confidence, allowing her to make a complete u-turn and pry some more. “And what’s behind door number two…?” Not speaking to anyone in particular, she leaned into the second door and poked her head in.

Nothing could have prepared her for what was hidden within.

The room was dim from heavy curtains, allowing a small crack of light to stream through the shadowy room and reveal its contents. A swing hanging from the ceiling, whips and cuffs on the walls, a bench with straps attached. Several other utensils of dark desires littered the area. As recognition settled over her, the inevitable jaw drop was impossible to control. Shock overtook her as her arm extended to fully open the threshold and allow entry to the sinful place. Various metal buckles shimmered in the scarce light and the scent of leather was unmistakable. Shuffling forward, her slender hands hung limply at hips; Chloe simply gawked at the various devices. How could her boyfriend harbor such desires? Better yet, what was keeping her from backing away and immediately returning back to the living room?

Chris Johnson epitomized success in the business world.

Merely twenty-six years old and he was already the CEO of his company. Growing up, his father owned his own car insurance agency and his mother was a doctor. The man always got everything he wanted when he was a child, but that didn't deter him from hard work. His habits were impeccable and his skill and style were uncanny. His company was the largest sports apparel company in the country after only being in existence for just over a decade. As soon as Chris had taken over, the business started to boom.

Not only was his buisness at the apex of his field, but he was a great boss and a great person, too. Not one person in that company could say that they didn't like him. Better yet, not one person in that company could say they didnt' even know him. He made a point to get to as many stores as he could to introduce himself. Whenever a tragedy hit, Chris was the first one there. Sales Representative Mike Davis' mother passed away the year before and Chris was the first to the funeral and last to leave. He was there for his workers because he knew if he were to get them to work as hard as he needs them to work, then he has to show that he cares- and he does.

However, his proudest accomplishment was his current girlfriend, Chloe, whom was also his secretary. Their company didn't have a policy against dating co-workers because, well, he could change the policy how he saw fit and even before their relationship happened, the rule was the same. He didn't see any point in doing that. he believed that the heart will want what it wants and nothing can be done.

They are not quite to the serious part of their relationship but they are getting quite close, he thought. Throughout their few months together, he truly had been the best boyfriend he could. Buying her little gifts often, creating things for her, building a birdhouse she always talked about wanting, dropping by her house with flowers, making her dinner and inviting her over... he was really a true gentleman.

He really wanted this to be forever with Chloe. She was such a nice and sweet girl and she really had his heart. Of course, he had girlfriends before but none of them worked out. No relationship he had ever been in though that ended was any fault of his own. he had been cheated on, neglected, and just under appreciated so much. But being the nice guy he is, he just moved on without making a big deal about it. He knew this would be the one that worked, though, he just knew.


Upon reading the note on Chloe's desk that read of her abscene, he frowned to himself. It was saddening to know that his sweet, gentle Chloe was feeling so bad. Chris would get off work in an hour, so he decided he would go to her house and check up on her. Also, Chloe still had a couple spreadsheets to do so Chris finished that up for her, seeing it unreasonable to ask her to do it when she felt bad.

Finally, all the work was finished and Chris was ready to go. He walked faster than normal, wanting to check on his girlfriend. He even stopped in a flower shop on the way there and got her a bouquet of flowers because, what girl wouldn't be ecstatic to get a surprise visit from her boyfriend that had flowers when she was sick? Chris couldn't wait but his anticipation went away with a bit of disappointment and hurt. She wasn't even home.

Through his past experiences, he was assuming the worst but he didn't want to believe that she was fooling around. Instead, he just left and headed on home. He would call her later and hopefully there was a good explanation. Upon arriving, he closed the door to the passenger seat and stood up, walking inside. Once inside, he lay the flowers down in a vase and water to keep them alive until he got a chance to give them to her... then a strange scent hit his nose... food . Who would be in here cooking food? Perhaps Chloe was here instead? She had a key. He looked around the bottom level but saw nothing, so he finally decided to walk upstairs, nervouness building. If she was upstairs then she was near his playroom, but he always locked it so he wasn't worried about her getting inside (unbeknownst that he forgot to lock it when he put a few toys in yestereday). "Chloe?" He called out and walked towards the bedroom.

She couldn't believe it. All this time they'd been growing and learning about each other, yet there she stood in the middle of a... a... Oh, she didn't want to think about it! The whole place was like a train wreck. How she longed to simply look away and ignore it, but its presence alone rose so many questions. Honey brown eyes peered towards the hall for a moment before turning back to likely one of the deepest secrets that Chris was keeping.

She began to explore.

What harm could come of it? She was alone and wouldn't move a single thing out of place. After all, it would be unreasonable to resist her urge to poke around, especially when he'd gone through such great lengths to keep it hidden. Her steps were light and nearly silent as she approached the ominous bench. Her fingertips traced length-wise along the edge as she passed by, the eclectic collection of whips and paddles hanging neatly on the wall had grabbed her attention. Chloe had never seen such a well-organised.. dungeon? Well, she'd never seen one at all, so the bar was set rather low at that point. Following a paranoid glance over the shoulder, she reached out to feel the tassels of one of the devices. The svelte quality surprised her. Everything seemed to be in a fine condition, as if completely unused.

An airy sigh slipped through painted lips as she gingerly leaned against the stock. What did all of this mean? Chris had been nothing but gentlemanly their entire relationship, yet here he harbored several devices of dark pleasures. Why hadn't he asked her? Surely for someone to invest such an amount of money into a hobby they would hope to... use them. A manicured finger pressed firmly at the center of her lower lip and caused an indent as she pondered. She had literally zero experience with any of this. Not even a playful spanking. But what if he ask her to-

Her train of thought was immediately derailed the moment she hard the slamming of a car door. Oh no! Checking the time on her phone, Chloe whispered an uncharacteristic curse to herself. Why was he so early? Scampering to the only window, the heavy curtains were gingerly pushed aside in an attempt to catch a glimpse of him. The sight of flowers allowed immediate guilt to settle in the pit of her stomach and radiate out through the rest of her slender frame. Oh god, he was planning to be wonderful and here she was... Oh, no! Here she was!

Panic bubbled through her, hand releasing the curtain as if it burned like a hot stove. She heard the front door open and close. No, no, no! He couldn't find her this way! Her heart raced, adrenaline immediately surging through her veins as she contemplated her options. Finding few, the haze of emotions prevented any ability to act which left the girl mindlessly rooted in her spot. The sound of her own heels tapping at the floor would give her position away, no matter how slowly she'd tread. His own ascension was signaled by the telling squeaks of the staircase that she'd replicated mere minutes before. Without any form of an exit, her heart sank.

He called out to her. Never before had his voice made her feel so nervous. Her breaths grew shallow as she heard him walk down the hall. A palm pressed firmly against her lips, hoping to keep quiet as he searched. Oh and then what? The stupidity of her fear earned a small spike of anger. Why was she the one who was terrified? He was the one with the secret dungeon! It felt like ages had passed before she'd finally worked up the courage to reveal herself, her palm releasing it's firm hold.

"I'm in here," her tone sounded wary. By the way she spoke, her location would be completely revealed.

There stood Chloe, in the center of several devices in a dark room with nothing but a small sliver of sunlight casting across her shoulders. It was obvious she hadn't even changed from work, wearing a thin button-up with a small polka-dot pattern and a pencil skirt that ended just above her knees. Plush cheeks burned hot with embarrassment, her eyes focusing adamantly upon the floor while waiting for Chris to come and retrieve her.

With no immediate response, Chris was about to check the bathroom to see if she was alright but that's when he heard it. It was her... and he wasn't the smartest guy in the world, but he was still pretty smart and able to tell where a noise originated from and undoubtedly, he knew where it was.

Fuck. He cussed in his mind.

Entering his bedroom, he was still puzzled as she got in until he realized that he indeed forget to lock the door. This was just a messed up situation overall. Placing the flower on the dresser, he took a deep breath and slowly entered the dungeon. He looked in the little sliver of lighting through the windows and then to the form of Chloe standing there in the midst of all his toys. He took a shaky breath and just looked at her, not saying anything at first.

It wasn't like the room was full of torture devices though, he wasn't hardcore and abusive. He had his collection of floggers, whips, and paddles. Along the walls in little placeholders that he created to hang from the wall, was an assortment of bondage rope in all kinds of different colors. The same was true with bondage tape and duct tape and even some microfoam tape aligned under them. The tape along with different gags like ball gags, ring gags, scarfs for cleave gags, bit gags and so many other types of gags were around, showing that he loved gags.

Next were restraints. Handcuffs, leather cuffs, combined cuffs and leg irons, leg irons themselves, and just many ways he could restrain a girl. A few toys were here and there as well, including a remote controlled vibrator that could easily fit in Chloe's panties with a remote for Chris to use.

One second seemed like one million years in that moment. At first, he didn't know why he felt ashamed. It wasn't like he had done anything wrong- he truly hadn't. He wasn't cheating on her and using this room with some other girl- and she would be able to tell that everything was still in a package and unopened. He didn't have a plan to kill her or rape her or abuse her. He just wasn't like that. If being different was a crime, then put him in jail. But of course, it's not a crime. It's also not ordinary, however.

He was afraid that Chloe would leave him right then and there with that discovery. He wasn't hiding it from her though. They haven't made it that far in their relationship to having sex and she never went upstairs or asked him about what he liked or fantasized about. He was going to tell her what he had when the time arrived for them to have sex but he was beat to the punch.

He didn't know whether to expect her to slap him, scream at him, or just leave - the house and him. His ideal scenario would be for her to smile and say she would love to try this with him, but that seemed impossible, even in his imagination.

Finally gaining the courage to speak, he looked into her eyes finally with a blush on his face (and it was weird because Chris never, ever blushes).

"Hey... Chloe..." He murmured quietly. "Well... I guess you know that I am into bondage." He murmured, completely speechless at the moment. He didn't want to lose her, he couldn't lose her. "I... I'm sorry?" He said but it was more of a question. He didn't know if he should apologize or what, but to be honest, it was her snooping around his house in the first place. Even though that was what happened, Chris wouldn't get mad with her or upset with her. He wouldn't dare do that because he just can't be mad with her. He only hoped that this wouldn't damage anything between them.

The silence was unbearable. Chloe wasn't sure wether she felt relieved or even more tightly wound once he had stepped through the entrance and joined her in the dark room. I took her a few moments to collect herself before managing to look away from the floor and direct her full attention to him. She wasn't frightened of him, he was still the same guy. Now she just knew he had an interest in tieing girls up and...

The thought alone was enough to keep her blushing, matching his own as they awkwardly stood opposite of each other surrounded by various tools of bondage. Sure, she'd wanted to eventually work towards spending the night with him and asking what all he enjoyed to do in bed, she'd just never thought an entire room would need to be dedicated to it all! His gentle declaration followed by a disorganized apology all seemed raher anticlimactic. What was she expecting? Chris had never been one to jump to anger, so why was she so concerned about him flipping a table in some emotional haze? Oh right, now it was her turn to try speaking.

"I, uhm..." Off to a great start, she did her best to avoid stammering. "I've just never been in..." The words hung in the air like a thick fog. Her hands trembled slightly, still feeling guilty for poking her nose where she never should have without permission. "That is, I mean, I just never took you for that kind of a guy. It's a surprise."

In all her words, none of them seemed to be negative. While Chloe was hardly experienced at all with intimacy, bondage was an entirely new world that she'd never even contemplated, let alone thought someone she knew was into it. Once before she'd browsed through an adult site and stumbled onto a video showcasing similar products that hung from his walls, but it all seemed a bit too crass for her. Without any love or affection between the couple, the whole thing was unpleasent to watch.

Her eyes turned to the wall, where she nodded in the general vicinity of his whips. "I... I liked the way that one felt. I thought they were all hard." Never before had Chloe ever felt she was having a conversation as strained as the one at this moment. How do you recover from breaking into a personal secret and attempt to make conversation from that point on? Inwardly, she wanted to curl up in a ball and sink right through the floorboards but that didn't seem to be an option. Plus, she still did like Chris. The room couldn't take away all of their previously shared memories.

Quite simply, the girl prayed they would be able to look back on this day and laugh about it. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Chris wasn't quite sure what her feelings were when she couldn't find the word to describe the place. It made him feel queasy and sick at the moment. "Yeah... no one really does." He answered simply when she said she didn't take him for someone who would be into bondage. It was true, everyone thought he would just be boring, vanilla boss man. However, the kinky side begged to come out but upon hearing her town and weariness, his hopes were shot down like a fighter jet over a war zone. There seemed to be no way in hell that Chloe would ever do this and the thought saddened him. Of course, he wouldn't leave her because of it, he would just think that their sex life would suck whenever they start doing those things. It would probably be enjoyable for Chloe since he was quite large but the vanilla side didn't appeal to him.

"I was going to tell you, Chloe, I promise. We just weren't at that stage where we were in bed together yet and I was afraid the thought would scare you away. When I bought this house, there was an extra storage room where the old closet used to be. I wasn't sure what to do with it but I found a stash of bondage tape one day when unpacking and clearing out the house." he paused with a little sigh. "So I kept it obviously in case any girl would ever want to try it. Then I found that the area had these BDSM festivals and that's where I got all those other things. I hadn't bought that much of any of this. Mainly I just won them from those parades and festivities. I thought I would meet someone there but nothing ever came to anything. I wasn't going to force you to do any of this. I was just going to bring it up to you and see what you thought." He admitted with a shrug. All he told her was the whole truth. He hoped that she believed him. He knew he never had given her a reason to not believe him about anything that he said so that definitely helped.

In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but hope she would give it a try sometime. All throughout their relationship, Zach has done nothing but try to accommodate to Chloe and make her happy. He would even cancel plans with the guys to go hang out with Chloe and have a date night if she wanted. Of course, he never told her in case she would feel bad. He was totally dedicated to her and maybe since he always would do what she wanted, she would at least give it a shot.

"Do you... have any questions?" He asked. Maybe if she understood why he liked it, it would help.

As he went on in an attempt to explain away the elephant in the room, or rather, the room that was an elephant, she couldn't help but quietly stare at the wall as everything was processed. Her arms crossed loosely, palms resting at elbows in an attempt to avoid coming off as overly rigid or closed-minded. She took pride in the fact that she'd always encouraged her friends and family to do what simply made them happy. Everyone had a fault, but was this really something to be considered as a dark spot on someone's character?

By the time he'd finished, Chloe had managed to keep her lips pressed tightly together and her own silence remained intact. What do you say to the man you care for when you stumble across something like this? His offer of a continued conversation rolled through her mind. Questions? Who wouldn't have questions?! How much practice did he have? Did he picture her in these devices? Was there really no one else? All of these questions seemed jealous and petty. The last thing she wanted to do was start screaming when he'd been nothing but honest. Or at least for all she knew he was.

"So you..." A vague gesture was made, her hands swinging about to show the subject of her next question was the entirety of it all. "You just collected this and hoped I'd be into it once we started to date?" What the hell else could she say? How incredibly patient of him. No, that was too complimentary. Chloe felt like at this point in time, she was supposed to be seething with rage about it all. The problem though, was that she wasn't. Movies and television had shown her that once a great secret that your lover was keeping had been revealed, it was completely appropriate to react with rage. That seemed a bit extreme when he was already in damage control mode.

"I just don't know anything about it. And you know I'm not the type that would make you just throw it all away because I'm slightly put off about it all. I just thought that you weren't..." Chloe paused and looked away. Her eyes had grown misty and any moment tears were threatening to fall. "I didn't think you liked beating people." Woah, woah. Clearly, she had no concept of what it all meant, or what type of bond it required to trust your partner in order to safely play with these toys.

Chris just listened to her and nodded curtly. "Yes, basically. If you weren't into it, then I thought you might want to try it but I can see that it's not the case." He replied and shrugged his shoulders. "Look, I can just throw it all away and sell it and we can use this room for something you want instead." His small gesture should speak louder than any words. Something in his deepest desires were in this room, yet he was willing to sell them and just forget about them to accommodate to Chloe. If there really was anyone else, it would be difficult for this to work since he would no longer have these devices. Also, the way he worded his sentence - to accommodate to her . Not just him, not even the both of them, but her only. That fact alone should show how much he wants to be with her and wants her to be happy.

His mood changed a bit when she spoke her last words. About beating people. He wasn't one quick to anger and he wasn't angry after this, just harshly offended. First off, Chloe had not a single clue what this was all about and she was jumping to inaccurate conclusions. Second, she made it sound so harsh like he had done something wrong. He was not keeping a secret. It was not a secret at all, it would have come out when they started having sex or if she asked about what was behind that door. But no, she lied to him about being sick and went into his house to snoop around. Yet here he was, being the accused party.

As much as it disgruntled him, he simply bit his lip with his teeth and stayed calm. He would not get mad at her or get snappy with her or any of that, he refused to do so. "I don't like beating people." He explained in a calm manner. "Those whips aren't for beating, they are for arousal to both parties. It's not like I want to strap someone down and beat them senseless. Just a few whips here and there on the ass." He told her with a shrug, that's all it was. "Everything else are just restraints. You want to know what i like about it? Well, I just think it's fucking sexy for a girl to be bound and gagged, all helpless and submissive. That's it. Nothing like just beating the crap out to get a hard on. It's not what you think it is." he explained with a little frown.

All throughout, he kept a soft tone and didn't make it sound like he was upset or mad with her, he just simply explained. "Look, I will have all of this out of here tomorrow, Chloe. I promise. We won't ever have to speak of it again." He told her although it pained him to do so. He had imagined her in this situation so many times, with her cute little hands and feet tied up, a gag in her mouth as he ravaged her. It was so sexy in his mind but he would apparently never get to see it happen.