Chapter Eight

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While Penelope tugged at her bound wrist, she felt Derek fasten the other one with the other convienent strap that was in a cubby hole in the headboard. Grumbling to herself, thinking sarcastically that this wasn't exactly a regular type hotel room after all, she began to feel nervous again, and a little clausterphobic.

"Okay, D. This was fine a moment ago, but now you need to let me go."

He paused for a second, looking down at her. "Do you really want that? Or do you trust me, Penelope?" He rubbed his hand down her side, made a slow, soft circle on her belly.

Her eyes flared with heat for a moment, and she swallowed convulsively.

"Do you trust me to make it good for you?" he asked, standing and moving to the foot of the bed. He gripped her ankles, running his hands slowly up her legs, playing with her calves, the backs of her knees.

It felt so good, him touching her. Her mind was rebelling; she was so strong, so independent. To be tied up took that away, but her heart was crying to listen to him. He'd made magic for her tonight already, and she wanted to keep feeling that magic, desperately.

"I'd cut off my right arm before I'd hurt you, P," he whispered, lifting her foot and kissing the instep. "I worship the ground you walk on."

She knew it was true. He always protected her, always cared for her. She answered softly as he gave an opened mouth kiss to her ankle, "I trust you, Derek."

Reaching down to the footboard, he pulled out another strap and fastened it around the ankle he was holding. Then he repeated with the other side, giving the same soft kisses to her other foot, ankle and calf.

She was laying with her legs spread, not much different from when she was on his lap in the viewing room. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking up, stopping between her legs for a moment. She licked her lips, glancing at him with some nervousness. He was unzipping his jeans, removing them while she watched.

"You are beautiful," he said, running his hands up her legs again.

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