It was almost like I wanted her to stay here with me for good. Not that I would ever admit it.
“Have you used the hot tub much?” I asked, reaching for another topic, just wanting her to keep talking.
“Oh yeah, a few times, never more than half an hour at a time, though. I go up and sit on the edge and let the air cool me down before going back in.”
“It can be really fun to go in naked,” I said, before I had time to think. “Quite a different sensation.”
“Yeah.”
She blushed the color of a cooked lobster and I had a strong sensation that I might have been preaching to the converted.
“Oh, it’s perfectly safe, you know. I mean, no one can see you around here, except me of course, but—”
“I know, it’s cool. I mean, I like it, going in naked. It feels really free. Especially when I get out and air dry with nature all around me.”
It was a feeling I knew well and a large part of the reason I had bought a hot tub and had put it in where I did.
“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“I have to tell you something.”
“Have to?” I was intrigued.
“Yes, the guilt might kill me if I don’t.”
“Goodness, then you’d really better tell me.”
“I’m afraid you’ll be mad.”
“What if I promise not to show it if I am? I can’t promise not to feel mad, of course, but I promise I’m very good at controlling my emotions. At least outwardly, anyway.”
“I found your room,” she finally said, after a long pause.
“My bedroom?”
“No, the room with all the stuff. Racks and stuff. I didn’t mean to. I just got curious. It was like it was pulling me to it. I didn’t go in or anything. I knew— I just knew it wasn’t somewhere I was allowed to be. Like it was a private space for you and, uh, others— but only those whom you choose to allow in, of course. I’m really sorry.”
It wasn’t rage that coursed like lightning through my body and mind. It was lust. I suddenly wanted her so badly I knew I’d do whatever I had to do to claim her as my own, even though originally I would have thought it was a terrible idea to seduce the young woman having to live with me due to the pandemic.
I took Petra’s wrist as she stared into her lap, wincing like she thought I might hit her.
“Please don’t hurt me, sir.”
Drying her tears with my other hand, I forced her to look at me. I was holding her chin as well as her gaze.
“Never. I would never hurt you.”
With a slow determination, I eased her onto my lap, taking her weight with ease and holding her close to me as I rocked her. Fear was a constant friend most of my life, and I hated to see it in others. Especially for petty infractions.
As renewed tears from her eyes dampened my shirt, I realized that it was more than finding my playroom that Petra was reacting to. It was years of fear, decades of obedience, her whole life most likely, all coming out at once.
“You’re safe now, don’t worry,” I reassured her.
Safe from what? I wasn’t certain. But I felt it was important she knew. Whatever I said seemed to do the trick and she slowly calmed down, not yet relinquishing her hold around my neck.
Once she did so, I kissed her, and she responded, our tongues wrapping around each other’s firmly.
“I want you so bad right now,” I told her, and squeezed one of her perfectly thick thighs. “I’m going to put my hands all over your curvy body.”
“Can we go to your secret room?” she asked me, surprising me.
“You want to play?”
“Yes, sir, I do.”
She was certainly firm in her conviction.
And I was excited to take her there.
So, there was only one thing to say.
“Of course, then, let’s go right now. Breakfast can wait!”
Chapter Nine – Petra
My hands were trembling, but I knew my heart was ready. After careful consideration, I’d decided both feelings were valid after seeing the room for the first time.
“I have a confession also,” Adam said, closing the door to his secret room behind us.
“Oh?”
“I’ve seen you naked,” he told me. “Not while hot tubbing but a little after. Back near the beginning. I’d opened the door to your room, to see if you were okay. There was no response when I’d knocked and called, so I decided to open the door and check and there you were. Naked as nature and pretty as a picture. A masterpiece, to be exact. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”
“Would you like to see it again?” I asked, already unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing.
“Yes.”
Moving in like a flash, he soon took over the undressing duties, his fingers flying along the row of buttons as my arms fell to my side. Within seconds I was naked, the shirt— his shirt— draped over a nearby table, as I fought the urge to cover myself, wanting him to see every inch of me, if he so desired.