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Everything was perfect and pristine. Though, that didn’t surprise me.
However, Iwassurprised at how simple it was.
In the middle of the opposite wall sat a bed, the coverings mostly white with blood red roses sporadically painted on. The two white bedside tables on either side had gold embellishments. Same as the wide dresser along the left wall and the vanity on the right one.
There was a sitting area in the corner with a plush chair and a tall lamp beside it.
I had a hard time picturing Petra sitting in it. I couldn’t imagine she stayed still that long, especially if she wasn’t in her office.
Her hand fell away from mine as she continued on to the bed.
I waited for her commands because I wasn’t really sure how I needed her right now, but they never came.
She crawled onto the middle of the bed, the bottom of her dress riding up just enough to show me the lace at the top of her stocking and the tips of the garter holding them up.
She turned around, her back resting against the sturdy headboard, and held out her hands.
I blinked as I looked at the dangling pair of leather cuffs. Then my eyes slid to hers questioningly.
The look in her eyes said everything I needed to know.
Petra was giving me the control.
I didn’t feel like I had to take it from her. I didn’t have to fight her for it. I didn’t even have to ask.
I kicked out of my boots and took my socks off before I made my way to the bed. As I moved over her body to grab the cuffs, her legs parted allowing me to get closer.
Setting the cuffs to the side for a moment, my hands ran up the bare part of her thighs. Her back arched and her body wiggled as I slowly pushed the dress up, exposing her creamy skin one inch at a time. My lips met the valley between her plump breasts that were still surrounded by black lace. She leaned forward, giving me enough room to slip my hand behind her. I wasted no time releasing the clasp at the middle of her back.
Her arms went up as I pulled the dress and bra away from her body.
My hands cupped her ass as I slid her down the bed until her head rested on the mound of pillows.
Her ice blue eyes were almost warm as she looked up at me.
Reaching for the cuffs, I searched for any sign that she wanted to resist.
I was surprised when I didn’t find any hesitation or regret.
Her hands went up as I looped the cuffs through the spaces in the headboard. I held her eyes as I secured them around each wrist. Her lips went up at the corners as she tested how well I’d done them.
I kissed my way down her body, taking a long moment to suck her pebbled nipples.
Her eyes were on mine as I unclipped the strings from the band of her stockings. The garter belt and panties easily slid down her legs as I pulled them off.
I wanted to burn this image into my mind.
Sitting back on my haunches, I took in every inch of her body splayed out in front of me.
Stepping off the end of the bed, I removed my clothes one piece at a time.
This moment was perfect except for one thing.
She was giving me every ounce of her trust.
And I was an asshole by taking it.
Because as I crawled in between her parted thighs, I was lying to her.
