Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [865]
6
I’D BEEN COMPLAINING to Jean-Claude for years that his decorating scheme was too monochromatic, but one look at Narcissus’s bedroom and I knew I owed Jean-Claude an apology. The room was done in black, and I mean black. The walls, the hardwood floor, the drawn drapes against one wall, the bed. The only color in the room was the silver chains and the silver-colored implements hanging from the wall. The color of the steel seemed to accentuate the blackness rather than relieve it. Chains dangled from the ceiling above the huge bed. It was bigger than king-sized. The only term that came to mind was orgy-sized. The bed was four-postered, with the largest, heaviest, darkest wood I’d ever seen. More chains dangled from the four posts, set in heavy permanent rings. If I’d been on a date, I’d have turned and run for it. But this wasn’t a date, and in we all trooped.
My understanding about most people who were into D and S was that their bedrooms were separate from their “dungeons.” Nearby perhaps, but not the same room. You needed somewhere to go to actually sleep. Maybe Narcissus just never rested from the fun and games.
There was a door in the opposite wall, and the drapes were drawn over the middle of one wall. Maybe his real bed was behind door number two or the drapes. I hoped so.
The only chair in the room had straps attached to it, so Narcissus offered us the bed to sit on. I don’t know if I would have sat down or not, but first Jean-Claude, then Richard did. Jean-Claude settled against the black bedspread as he did everything, with grace, settling his body against the pillows as if he felt utterly comfortable. But it was Richard who surprised me. I expected to see in him some of the discomfort I felt about the room, but he didn’t seem in the least uncomfortable. In fact, I realized for the first time that the heavy leather cuffs at his wrists and the collar at his throat had metal hooks in them, so they could be attached to chains or a leash. He’d probably worn them so he could blend into the club scene, as I’d worn the boots. But . . . but I could feel that he was calm about the room and everything in it. I wasn’t.
I looked at Jean-Claude and Richard and knew I’d decided to sleep with both of them tonight, however we arranged it. But seeing them on the bed in the middle of all this, watching them at home in it, made me wonder about my decision. It made me think that maybe, after all this time, I still didn’t know what I was getting myself into.
Asher was wandering the room looking at the things on the wall. I couldn’t read him like I could read the others, but he, too, seemed unruffled, and I didn’t think it was an act. Narcissus had swept into the room with Ajax at his back. He’d agreed to leave everyone else in the hallway, or downstairs, in exchange for us leaving our extra wolves outside the room. I guess for true privacy you did need less than a double digit worth of people in a room.
Richard held his hand out to me. “It’s okay, Anita. Nothing in this room can hurt you without your permission, and you’re not going to give that.” That wasn’t exactly the comforting comment I’d wanted, but I guess it was the truth. I used to believe that truth was good, but I’d begun to realize that it is neither good, nor bad. It’s just the truth. Life had been simpler when I believed in black-and-white absolutes.
I took his hand and let him draw me to the bed, between Jean-Claude and himself. Well, Narcissus had already made a play for Jean-Claude, so I guess we needed to make the hands-off point. But it still bothered me that Richard put me between them, not simply beside him. The warm, fuzzy feeling I’d had from the marriage of the marks seemed to be receding at an alarming rate. Magic does that sometimes.
I felt stiff and uncomfortable on the black bed between my two men. “What is wrong, ma petite? You are suddenly very tense.”
I looked at Jean-Claude, raising my eyebrows. “Am I the only one here that doesn’t like this room?”
“Jean-Claude liked this room very much, once,” Narcissus said.
I turned and looked at