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Was that enough?
Did I need any other reason than that to keep going? Daniel and Henry didn’t seem to think so, but this needed to be my decision. I didn’t know if I could trust this woman, but I was asking her to trust me and let me do things to her body she might never have experienced.
If I was going to ask that of her, I knew I had to make my mind up once and for all. I had to decide if I was going to give her a proper chance to earn my trust, too.
And so far, so good. Once I stopped looking for every single possible red flag, I started to see the green ones. She was kind to everyone around her, even the people who couldn’t help her or could be considered beneath her.
This woman was at least trying to be a decent person on some level. That was as good a place to start as any.
I finished my wine, noticing that she had drunk about two-thirds of her glass. It was enough. My goal wasn’t to get her drunk or take advantage, only to help her relax with me.
As she put the glass down, more composed again, I once more shifted closer to her. I had fucked her earlier, and I was going to have her again. But this time, I was going to make love to her. While she was still here and not protesting, I was going to take my time enjoying her but also show her what I was capable of.
I reached for her hand as I stood. She put it in mine, her big eyes looking up at me with curiosity. Our conversations had also calmed her, and it gave me the confidence I needed to be able to lead her to the bedroom.
My apartment wasn’t large, but I had as good a view from my bedroom as I had from the office. It overlooked the city, and her eyes took it all in, the lights reflecting in them and illuminating her face just enough.
As she went to the window, I followed and stood behind her. I stroked a hand down her hair, sweeping it away from the back of her neck. Without warning, I kissed her there, then again, trailing my lips up to the bottom of her ear. She shuddered against me, and I shifted closer to her.
Leaning into me, she let out a soft moan and tried to turn. I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her away from me.
“Patience,” I whispered before very gently biting her ear.
She exhaled a ragged breath, unable to form a reply with words, but it was enough. I could feel her body heating under my hands as I continued to explore the contours of her body with my mouth. After a few seconds more of slow, exploratory kisses over her skin, I ran a hand down her arm and to her fingers.
I entwined them for a moment, bringing her arm around her body with my hand, wrapping her up in both our arms. At the same time, I brought my body as close as I could behind her. I knew she would be able to feel my erection and desire for her, and I wanted her to. This was going to show her not only how controlled I could be with her body but also with mine. I needed her to know that I was more than ready to screw her hard, but I was going to take my time anyway.
While she was still facing away from me, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, the soft material adding to the sensations we both felt. At first, she reached up as if to try and stop me, and I had to hold the entwined hand away and kiss her neck a few more times.
It only took a little encouragement for her to yield to me. Slowly, I revealed her body, her skin smooth and warm. She wore a bra that seemed to barely contain her breasts, each intake of air raising them as if they wanted to be free.
With my mouth still exploring across her skin, I ran my hands up and over her torso. She gasped as I caressed her more intimate area, able to feel her hard nipples through the fabric. Her reaction encouraged me to do it again, a little slower this time.
Again, she tried to turn toward me, but I immediately shifted my hands and held her tighter in my arms.
“I said patience.” This time, I was louder, adding a little growl to my words. A slight reminder that she had agreed to let me be in control. I would enjoy her when I was ready to do so and not before.
She let out a sort of frustrated growl of her own, and it only made me chuckle and kiss her neck some more. Her desire for more was exactly what I wanted.
Slowly, I lifted a hand up her back, trailing my fingers across more skin. I listened to every sigh and moan she made, everyhitch of breath as I kissed and touched, taking my time. She was almost like a puppet, and I was in charge of making her sing.
I gently removed every piece of clothing she was wearing, taking my time, paying attention to every part I exposed. I led her to the bed. Again, she reached to undo my clothing. I was still fully dressed, but that could be solved later. Once more, I took her hands in mine, but I was gentle.
Bringing her fingers up, I pressed them to my lips, one by one, keeping eye contact with her in between. Finally, when I was done, I pushed them down to her sides and put both arms around her.
For the first time since this had begun, I kissed her mouth, still keeping the kisses slow and steady.
“Is this what you mean by being in control but taking care of me?” she asked, her voice almost hesitant as if she wasn’t sure she should be talking at all.
“It is. Do you trust me?” I studied her as I asked the question. This was the point where she could stop this and end it if it was too much for her, but I really wanted her to say she was okay. I wanted her to give me her trust.
“Entirely.” She looked up at me and gave me the sweetest smile.
I couldn’t breathe. That one word and look had undone me completely.
Without another word, I lifted her onto the bed and placed her gently in the middle.
“I promise that I will take very good care of you,” I whispered in her ear while I reached for the restraints I had tucked underneath the pillows. The bed had a restraint system rigged up underneath it, bands going from the center to each corner. Each had a metal ring on the end and, attached to those, a soft Velcro-fastened cuff.
