R-18: You Are Not Mrs. Wistold

Sarah's POV:

 

I stood in front of the red room, but it was locked. "Anthony, it's locked," I pouted, and he approached me and hugged me from behind before he inserted the key.

 

"Yay, now it's open." I was so excited and hurried inside.

He closed the door from behind and switched on the lights. "Are you sure you don't want to leave?"

 

I shook my head in denial. I also wanted this. All my brain cells were in agreement with me.

 

"You don't like me?"

"I like you a lot," he responded. He moved closer to me and pulled me in for a hug, then his hands moved to my back, as if trying to find a zip.

 

"My gown has no zip," I chuckled, and he raised a brow.

 

"Now let's see how you take it off." It was so amusing that I laughed.

 

"Is it a dare?"

"Yes, Anthony Wistold."