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CHAPTER FIVE
Iron
I couldn’t lie, the smile wouldn’t leave my face even though I was layin’ alone in my bed.
She let me touch her.
It was a step closer to… something.
Maybe our trust was growing. Or maybe something else was. I knew better than to try and figure it out. All I could tell you was that I was damn happy at this moment, even if my back felt like it was on fire.
She hadn’t done her worst, I knew this because I knew her. She hadn’t ever given me more than I could handle, but she had toed the line. And she hadn’t ever been brutal in her play. It showed me that she knew what she was doing. And maybe that she cared, to a certain degree.
I didn’t understand her needs in the way that I thought about it and had desires to do that sort of thing. Or take it, in my case, I guess. I didn’t have this deep need to have someone dominate me and push me to the edge of my pain threshold.
That said, I got where she was coming from. I understood the reasons that she did things the way she did them.
I wasn’t saying that I didn’t like it. I would admit that I did. But I’d also say that if it was anyone other than Petra, I probably wouldn’t be into it even a little.
What did that say about the situation? A lot more than either of us were willing to put on the table. Probably more than she could handle ever. Which was alright with me.
She never let me touch her.
But tonight she did.
Hell, she let me kiss her and damn, that was something I wanted to take more of. Fuckin’ perfect lips, that was for sure.
I knew there were a lot of things about Petra that weren’t easy. I never wanted easy, though. If I had, I wouldn’t be here, that was for damn sure. But I honestly didn’t know how it would be when I first went to her.
That night flashed through my mind.
I’d been around the woman only twice and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Neither time she seemed like she wanted to give me the time of day. If it hadn’t been for that tiny flash in her eyes and the fact that she seemed like she was trying hard to ignore me, I wouldn’t have thought she noticed me at all.
I was half out of my mind that night I drove over to her place. I’d gone there with the intention of talking to her to make sure she wasn’t hiding anything that could hurt the club. But that was just the lie I told myself. And we both sat there and spat some shit about needing to trust each other. Since when did trusting lead to her getting me bent over her desk? Or letting her spank my bare ass like I was some kind of bitch? But I fucking let it happen. And I even enjoyed it. Especially the part where she made me bury my face in that sweet pussy. Oh, and I’d never forget the anger in her eyes when I told her trust went both ways. Seeing her lips wrapped around my cock was something I’d never forget.
It was a good thing it was burned into my mind because it hadn’t happened since. I could have asked for her to get on her knees for me tonight. And I wouldn’t lie, I thought about it. Only, there was something I wanted more.
Lifting my head, I punched my pillow a few good times.
I needed to stop thinking about it. I was sure it was just a one night type of thing. The next time she called me to come, I’d be back to being bound and unable to touch her creamy skin.
If it was one thing I knew, it was that Petra didn’t give if she didn’t want to.
But why had she given me this much?
My hand ran through my beard as I thought about the answer.
Could it have been that she felt bad about what happened earlier in the day? About ignoring my ass when she saw me at the coffee shop? It wasn’t like I was throwing a friendly wave her way, either. But then again, I’d been going off of her reaction.
I wasn’t saying I was right.
I reached for my phone. Seeing it was nearly five in the morning didn’t stop me from pulling up her number.
“Why are you calling me?” she asked right away.
She sounded tired but not like I’d woken her up.
“Do you ever sleep?” I asked, letting myself get sidetracked from the reasons that I’d called.
