Stepping out of my car, I walked up to the front door. Smiling, I pushed the door open and stepped into the giant foyer. Looking up, I was in awe of the giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Some of the fixtures we used in the house were from one of Tristan’s grandparents’ houses. They fit in perfect with our house and it made it that much more special for Tristan. He was close to both sets of grandparents, so it made me so happy when I suggested it and he thought it was a great idea.
Heading into the living room, I did a little hop and clapped my hands. All of the furniture had been delivered earlier and set up. I hadn’t been there to see it because I was helping Chris out today at the vet clinic.
Making my way through the living room, I walked through the formal dining room and into the kitchen. This was my dream kitchen with stone countertops, high-end appliances, and a trash compactor. I had no idea why I was so excited for that damn thing. Tristan laughed his ass off when I got giddy in the store while picking it out. The rest of the first floor was my office, a guest bedroom and the master suite, which was amazing. The bedroom was huge with a separate section for sitting. The fireplace would be so romantic and I couldn’t wait to make love in front of it. The bathroom was like stepping into a spa. Last night while taking a shower in there, Tristan had walked in with handcuffs that had suctions on the end. At first there was no way I was gonna use them. I didn’t trust them. Soon I was lost in Tristan fucking the hell out of me while my hands were above my head in the handcuffs. He had held most of my weight the entire time.
Biting on my lip, I smiled as the memory washed over my body. Letting out a deep breath, I pushed my building desire down.
Heading up the staircase, I walked onto the second-floor landing. Three bedrooms were on this floor, each with their own bathroom. It was important for Tristan to have each room have its own private bath. I agreed. For guests it would be nice, but some day when we had kids there would be no fighting over a bathroom to share. Rounding the corner, I climbed more stairs that led to the third floor. Giggling, I thought back to Lark bitching Tristan out. “You just always have to one-up me, don’t you? Two stories wasn’t enough, you went for three!”
Walking up, I looked at the two doors that were across from each other. Each room was huge. To the left was Tristan’s home office. To the right, the playroom that I had yet to see. Walking toward Tristan’s office, I heard him on the phone. We had planned on spending today moving all of our stuff from the shop into the house, but Tristan was sidetracked and Chris called begging for me to run his front desk for him. The receptionist had slipped and fallen, spraining her ankle. I knew how much pain she was in, so it wasn’t a hard choice to go and help out.
Standing in the doorway to Tristan’s office, I leaned against the door jamb. Tristan looked up and smiled. Then he pulled his head back in wonder. I was wearing a long raincoat and it was over eighty degrees outside. Pushing off the jamb, I slowly opened my coat and dropped it to the floor.
Tristan’s mouth dropped open as his eyes perused over my body as he took it all in. I was wearing a red corset and thigh-high stockings that were attached with a red garter belt. My high heel red fuck-me shoes rounded it all out.