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***Alexei's POV***

"You can open your eyes, Daddy." Gavin announces with tangible excitement.

I stare at the room in complete shock. It's disorienting. The room is dark with the only light coming from the small window that sits above Gavin's bookcase. The only illumination for the gray walls are methodically placed bulbs that are suspended from the ceiling. They look professionally placed. Thank God. Although my kitten misrepresented the fact that he wouldn't be putting holes in the walls. There are definitely holes in my ceiling at the very least.

Albeit they are absolutely necessary.

I turn around in the middle of the room, scanning the decor, as Gavin described it. There is nothing decorative about the placement of these items. Each one has a purpose and it is not for visual pleasure. My heart thumps. The rhythm is hard, and slower than I would expect. The beat is akin to the pulsing music you hear right before a murderer shoves his hand through the glass, to unlock a door meant to keep him out.

The wood floor is covered in a plush pewter colored carpet. The pile is so thick; it holds the impression of my shoes. Gavin's desk is no where to be found. In it's place is a new bed. I have not purchased nor seen a bed just like this one. There are cutouts on the headboard and a leather bench at the end where a footboard would usually sit. A light illuminates from beneath the frame where I see familiar restraints resting.

A swing is suspended to the side of the room. The leather seat and chains make it apparent this is not for relaxing nor reading a book. There is a chair sitting off away from the swing. Although, it appears to be for lounging, I do not think anyone would like to lay across the curved back for too long. There is a very comfortable recliner so maybe Gavin just likes to have choices.

Every piece of furniture has a very peculiar placement, yet the room flows nicely.

I catch my eye on a piece of wall art in the shape of an "X". There is a leather plaque built into the cross section of it. The placement is odd, but the artwork is stunning. Moving steadily towards the piece, I realize it is wooden. It has been mounted to the wall with sturdy lug nuts and has manacles installed at each point. I am unsure of its use. Although, I can think of a very naughty way to utilize it.

With all the new furniture in the room, it is hard to rationalize that it was ever a cozy office for my kitten. This is far from the soft ambiance that once occupied this room. Now, the space seems colder, darker and almost erotic. Maybe Gavin is going through a darker phase in his life. I don't think it's unhealthy so I will allow him his space to grow.

"What do you think?" Gavin breaks my reverie with his interested tone.

"It's different. Not a bad thing. I am concerned with some of your choices, though. Why did you put a bed in here?" The question has been swirling around in my mind since the moment I laid eyes on it. Does he plan on using this room to punish me when we are arguing? If that is the case, I will burn it to the ground. There is no way in hell he will be sleeping away from me whether we are fussing or not.

"Why else?" Gavin looks at me as if I have grown two heads.

"You're not sleeping in here. I don't care if you do get pissed at me, love. This will not be a means for you to ignore me. We can work out our problems like adults. You don't need a separate place to sleep." I ground out. I am putting my foot down. I will be damned if he uses this to punish me.

"It's not for sleeping." Gavin's tone holds implications. It is as if I am missing a vital piece to the puzzle.

"As long as we both understand." I agree with a nod of my head. I am glad that is clear.

"What about the rest? Do you think you will like it?" He is awfully worried about what I like. It is not my space. I have an office. I only wish for him to enjoy his time in his room. I have no reason to care or have an opinion.

"I will like whatever makes you happy. As long as you find pleasure here, I will be perfectly at peace. I think you went a bit overboard on the prison theme but, if that is what you like." I shrug my shoulders. Who am I to judge?

"Daddy, you don't know what this is, do you?" Gavin asks me skeptically. He looks disturbed. His face gives way that I am obtuse. I am just unsure what I am missing.

"It is your new playroom. This is where you will come when we have arguments, or when you want time to think about your behavior. The same as always, I am sure you will be in here when you get bored." I ramble off all the reasons my love comes to his room.

"Not exactly, but close." Gavin grabs my hand. He takes me to the bed. I stand over it with a frustrated glare. He may have said he wouldn't use it as punishment, but the bed is still offensive to me.

"Alright. I am here. You have the floor." I wave my hand over the room waiting on his elaboration.

"This is a playroom." Gavin breathes out.

"I got that much." I deadpan.

"For sex." Gavin claps his hands repeatedly.

"We have sex in our room, in the living room and the shower gets used a lot. We haven't christened the kitchen, yet. We can rectify that today if you would like. We didn't need a specific room for sex. The whole house is our playroom." I qualify. I am not a genius but that seems easy enough to conclude.

"Daddy, are you telling me you have never been to a sex club?" Gavin asks curiously.

"No. Why would I?" I reject the idea immediately.

"Oh, fuck." Gavin jumps back from me quickly. He covers his face with a deep grimace. I stare at him intently wondering what a sex club has to do with this.

"What is going on?" I wonder aloud. This is making me nervous.

"I may have made a mistake." Gavin starts to rub his arm, a tell that he is nervous.

"My heart. I am not upset that you changed your room. As long as you are happy and can utilize the space, then I am fine." I really don't understand his change of attitude from being excited to suddenly worried.

"I made this room into a mini sex dungeon of sorts. I thought you would know what to do with it. I feel embarrassed." Gavin goes completely blush causing me to want to console him.

Then, his words hit me.

Sex Dungeon

"You did WHAT?" I ask hysterically.

"I wanted to surprise you. I was hoping you would like it." Gavin starts explaining himself.

"Well you won there. I am fucking surprised." I bark out. I am also completely baffled.

"It's a place for us to explore punishments. I just wanted to encourage you to go back to the way it used to be. I thought it would be fun." Gavin advises me with a disappointed tone.

"So, all of this is meant to be used as ways to punish you, with sex." I clarify. I need an answer now because I can feel my dick hardening at the thought.

"Yes." Gavin drops his head and shrugs his shoulders seemingly ashamed of his idea.

"I thought you may be meaning to punish me in this room." I expose earnestly.

"That is exactly what will happen. When you decide to be bad, you don't get to use any of this unless I say so." Gavin sweeps his hand across the room with a deviant smile.

"What qualifies as bad?" I ask with a smirk.

"When you tell me no to stuff like sex or refuse to hear me when I am talking to you." Gavin puts his hands on his hips, daring me to argue that it hasn't happened before.

"So, clearly this is more of a reward for good behavior." I explicate. This is Gavin's best idea yet.

"Positive Reinforcement." Gavin nods his head knowingly.

"What happens when your bad?" I ask quickly. I need to know the rules before I play the game.

And I fully intend to play the game.

"You get to do what you want to do in this room. So, when I am bad you are the master of my space. When you are bad, I am the master of my space." Gavin's delirium is evident on his face.

"I think I need you to tell me the uses of this equipment before we start going over the rules." I justify.

"This is a bed. Obviously. These holes help keep my hands and feet comfortable and stable when you bind me on this side. The cuffs you used last time are attached at the bottom in case you want to use them on that side." Gavin points to the familiar leather bands that gave me my first experience with bondage.

"I see." I feign indifference.

"This is a bench for my comfort when I am in specific positions. You can use it too. It's really to give us better angles." Gavin runs his hands over the smooth leather. I don't miss the way his body shudders with the touch.

"And this one?" I ask blankly. It's the oddly shaped chair. I really want to understand it since it seems ridiculously uncomfortable.

Gavin rushes past me. He jumps onto the piece of furniture laying in different positions. He demonstrates just how useful this chair will be for me.

I have to adjust my cock at the site. I am going to wear that chair out. Gavin is going to wish he never introduced me to this.

"The swing." I point to it abruptly. "Show me." I direct. I think I have an idea of it's use but now that he has decided to model for me, it is exactly what I need.

Gavin climbs into the swing. He places his hands through the slip holders that are built into the arms. The site of him opening his legs for me is a beautiful display. I want to test the apparatus out this very moment.

"See. I can be on my stomach, backwards or like this. You can adjust the height and you control the speed." Gavin uses his body to move the swing around and then backward and forward.

"Interesting. The pillow on the ground." I point to the round stool that lays alone in the corner.

"That's for my knees while I am swallowing your cock. I can also lay on my back. It's really up to us how we use it." Gavin falls gracefully onto the stool, placing his hands behind his back. He tilts his head back a little before opening his mouth.

"милосердие." I growl out.

God will need to have mercy on my angel.

"Last one." Gavin runs over to the artwork. I look at him with acute naivety.

"This one is called St. Andrew's Cross." Gavin stands in front of it, sprawling out as if he was hanging from the cross beams. My mind conjures dirty images of him naked and hard while I do unspeakable things to his willing body. I have to divert my attention to keep from having him demonstrate in more detail.

"You forgot the bookshelf." I point out quickly. I am very interested in all the leather chests that are locked tight in each of the cubby holes.

"That is filled with lube, vibrators, butt plugs, blindfolds and such. Just little things to make your job easier. You don't really need to be educated on those." Gavin waves it off.

"I see. So, you have set all of this up to help me keep you in check?" I verify knowingly.

"Encourage. You will encourage my behavior." Gavin differentiates.

"You have worked very hard. Quite the opposite of someone who seems to want to be corrected. What will I do when you need a reward?" I ask deviously.

"I didn't think of that." Gavin deflates in disappointment.

"I'm sure I will think of something." I tssk to mask the utter satisfaction I feel in knowing that I am going to greatly benefit from his scheme.

Suddenly, something occurs to me. I think through all of our conversations, rifling through the information to make sure I am correct. Confident that I am, I decide to ask.

"A couple of things," I begin. "Who put up all of these things up for you?" I ask first.

"Mak helped me pick things out. Grey and Mark did most of the heavy lifting." Gavin admits with no true interest.

I will need to thank them properly.

"How did you sneak all of this past me?" My next question is definitely one I am interested in. I need to make sure his sneaking does not become an issue.

"Everything was delivered to Mak and Grey's. I didn't want to tip you off." Once again, my cherub is so honest. It is a tad disappointing considering I need a reason to use his surprise.

"Lastly, how did you get the money for all of this?" I think I already know. I do not actually care either. I just want to watch my kitten squirm.

"That would be me!" Gavin points to himself. "Technically, you gave me the allowance. So, really, you paid for it."

The look on his face tells me that he meant for it to affect me. It doesn't. I would gladly pay for all of this, again and again.

"You seem pleased with yourself." I comment.

"You're not mad. So there is that. You didn't ask me to return it, not that I could. You seem to be interested, win for me. And, I am proud that I pulled it off." Gavin rattles off his accomplishments as I continue to stalk my prey.

"How did you know about all of this stuff? I recall that you hadn't been blindfolded or bound before? It is interesting that you had so much knowledge." I run my hand over my chin in thought. How did my little angel know about all of this delicious equipment?

"I watched porn the last few weeks because you wouldn't touch me." Gavin mumbles.

"I didn't hear you." I stand up straighter.

"I may have, um, watched porn while you were practicing abstinence." Gavin backs away from me.

"Why would you be watching porn?" I ask in genuine interest.

"Well, I needed to." Gavin looks up at me apologetically.

That isn't going to work this time.

"Needed to what?" I prod.

"I needed material to you know?" Gavin looks like he is nervous.

Good.

"I don't know. Enlighten me." I smirk.

"I needed porn to jack off." Gavin shoots for the door. I step directly in front of him, sweeping him off his feet. He lets off a yelp. I smile internally, grateful to be able to put all of my money to good use so soon.

"Isn't that one of the rules?" I ask in determination.

"Yes, Daddy." His confidence in his musings is gone. Gavin shrinks in my arms. He tries to turn his head away from me.

"What happens when we break rules?" I ask joyfully.

"We get corrected." Gavin rolls his eyes.

Even better.

"What was that?" I ask for dramatic emphasis.

"I get punished." He restates.

Perfect!

"Sounds to me like you need to strip and put your knees on that pillow." I point to the first thing I want to use tonight.

"Yes, sir." Gavin agrees with what I know to be false contrite.

"It's going to be a long night." I promise as I walk out of the room and close the door behind me.