My wildest fantasy was indeed coming true. The woman of my dreams and an empire in my grasp. Robert Stone

He invested half a million dollars into Kesha's business idea and now it was up and running.

SexxRoom, Inc., was the name they came up with and he helped her get the name registered and trademarked as a business. They leased space in the Brentwood area for the storefront, but they would also do business online, which is where the bulk of their sales would come from.

It was a huge store, bigger than she initially wanted, but he had money to go all out, so why not? Most of the store was black, with black walls, a black floor, and a black ceiling with several crystal balls hanging down for effect. There were rows and rows of products against every wall. The few touches of color were from the purple lights throughout the store.

For now, she was the only employee. He would come in sometimes and assist, but he was supposed to be a silent partner, though she would ask for his input, and he would give it. He did not think owning a sex store would be his thing, and now, he wished he would have thought of it sooner.

SexxRoom would have everything thought of as far as sexy toys but also include furniture for sex rooms. Kesha helped to design and order every single sex toy in the store and would assist the clients as needed with finding their kinky side. Some people came into a sex store with no idea what they were looking for. Kesha had no problems getting down and dirty explaining positions and what things were used.

As much as his brother thought he had the field on lock in sex, this was missing, and Kesha had come up with the perfect complement to the strip clubs and sex.

Roberto researched a lot deeper into sex rooms and why people wanted them. He wanted their store to be a place people came to when building their very special, sexy rooms.

He loved going to the store, watching Kesha in her element, helping customers, and the look on their faces as she explained the types of vibrators: anal, clitoral, bullets, butterfly, shockwave, finger, g-spot, classic, massage wand, mini, realistic and pearl to name a few. When Kesha talked about them he quickly learned...and then tried a new one on her at night.

Or explaining why pleasure from a dildo was not always about size, length, or girth. She explained the differences in the texture and curves and attachments. Kesha showed them there was more to toys than vibrators and dildos.

SexxRoom display of toys and play items included: USB-charged flutter-tip external personal massager, lubricants of all kinds, flavored oils, heated oils, bullets, rose for women, double penetration beads, nipple clamps, cock rings, ball gags, sex dolls, little licking tongues, anal beads, pussy pumps, chastity devices, games, and novelty items, and edibles including oils, panties, and chocolates.

There was also a clothing section for dress-up play. And since she knew a thing or two about exotic dancing, of course, they had stripper poles for sale.

He loved working in the store with her. Watching her do what she loved, what she created was a turn-on.

"This is why I love you."

Kesha finished a customer, and he came behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, moved her locs aside, and kissed her neck.

She giggled while she finished straightening the counter. "Why is your dick so hard pressed against my ass?"

"You know why, I want you anytime, anyplace." His hand slipped down into her tight pants, his fingers finding her warm, soft folds and caressing them.

He could tell she was holding in a moan so his fingers went deeper inside her. He whispered in her ear. "Come for me."

"Is this your fantasy? Fucking in a public place?"

Though it was public, there were no customers in the store right now. Anyone could walk in on them and it did excite him.

"Fucking you in every corner of this place, our place, yes." He nibbled her neck as he continued to finger fuck her as she finally released her moan. "And after we fulfill all my fantasies, tell me yours and we will do them all then come up with more together."

Now that I had everything I ever wanted. Playtime! Kesha aka Dye-Monde

"Let's make a video," she said to him.

Most people did not buy porn videos anymore, but she wanted there to be secret access to instructional sexy videos. That was Roberto's forte, making a deep dark web place for women and men to fulfill their fantasies. They could download videos of their fantasy sex or watch others. For a fee, and many signed up already.

Of course, to get things rolling they downloaded videos of themselves. She was not camera shy, and neither was Roberto. She started with a couple of instructional videos on how to use the toys for self-pleasure, then with a partner.

There were no outright videos of them having sex...yet.

"Right here? Right now?"

"You said any time, any place."

Damn! How lucky was she to fall in love with a man that was freakier than her?

While he fucked her good with his fingers, she reached over to turn on the laptop computer to record them. There were also cameras around the store recording them. She needed to see this at all angles played back to her.

"Do all the things to me you haven't done before," she said to him.

"Baby, we have done them all." His kisses on her neck were intoxicating. This man had her so sprung she would never need another.

"We haven't played with every toy here."

On top of all the toys and games, they also specialized in building sex rooms. There were tantric chaises, Sybian saddles, inversion tables, whips, floggers, riding crops, ropes, chains, handcuffs, BDSM torture tools, and cages. There also was lots of sex decor like posters, artwork, figurines, and sculptured dicks to have around.

Roberto had not dived into the BDSM side of her. She wondered if he would like it.

"Tie me up," she moaned to him as his fingers released her first orgasm in their foreplay.

Roberta moved his hands away and brought his fingers to his lips.

"I have to have more."

She turned to him, smiled at his handsome face then grabbed him in her arms for a long, passionate kiss.

"Tie me up. I promise you can taste more of me then."

Robert went to lock the front door, put a closed sign on the door, then made his way to her, undressing along the way. She slipped out of her pants, blouse, and bra, only leaving her skimpy lace thong. She grabbed some red, velvet rope for their rope play.

"How do I use this?" Robert asked as he took the rope from her.

Kesha didn't worry about his innocent question because she knew once he learned he would become an expert as he had done in all their sexual activities.

She gave him a few simple instructions and then Roberto commenced tying elaborate knots that made her wetter and wetter. Because he was already an analytical-minded person, it seemed he could figure out ways to tie her up and tighten the knot to give her the most pleasure.

"Be a good girl and Daddy will give you a treat." He teased her by tongue kissing her hardened nipples while her wrists were tied behind her back, and layers of rope were wrapped around her body and knotted in all the right erogenous places.

This man had her at his beck and call.

"Have you had enough, baby?"

"No, I want more!"

Roberto walked to one side of the store, then came back with a black, satin blindfold. She smiled, licked her lips, and stood there while he secured the mask over her eyes.

"Stand there, let me just watch you," he said in a coarse whisper.

"Fuck me!"

"No, you're not ready yet."

She could not see him and wondered what he was doing. She wriggled a bit, then he grabbed her and smacked her on the ass which aroused her even more.

"I said don't move."

"I'm a bad girl, spank me again."

He loosened a couple of knots, but not the ones around her wrists. Then he bent her over the counter. She could hear him re-adjusting the laptop, then adjusting her body so they were still in the camera's frame. The wait for him only intensified her longing for him.

He grabbed a handful of her locs, wrapped them around his hand, and gave her a gentle jerk as he slid inside her body with his hard dick. She screamed out and whimpered as he went full force, fucking her from behind. The sensation of him pulling her hair, combined with the blindfold and being tied up made her come nearly immediately.

All she could hear was the wet sloppy sounds of their love-making. It was music to her ears.

Then there was a loud banging on the door.

"Are you going to get that?" she asked.

"Nothing's more important than fucking you."

If he was not stopping, she did not mind missing a customer or two. They were doing well in the few weeks since opening. They were becoming so popular, that whoever it was would surely come back another day.

"It's the police! Open up!"

A/N: The police interrupting their little playtime. Whatever could they want?

Oh yeah, I wrote this chapter with the help of How to Build a Sex Room on Netflix. Go check that out if you want to know more about certain devices.