“Who was that?” I asked. He looked familiar.
“Member of the House of Lords,” he said with a smirk.
“You’re kidding me?”
“No, we have many high ranking guests here.”
We walked down some steps, and I wanted to take a moment to admire the view. Rolling green fields went on for miles. We took a path and rounded a flint wall to find a row of small single storey cottages. Mackenzie led me to one and opened the door.
We walked straight into a large living room, beautifully decorated in soft pastels and floral accents. It was so very different to the harsh wood and browns of the main house. There was a modern kitchen, a luxurious bathroom with shower and claw-footed roll-top bath. He opened the door to the bedroom, and I fell in love. A four-poster bed sat in the centre of the room, sheer muslin draped from the canopy above. It faced another set of French doors that opened to a smaller patio area.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, as I walked around the bed. “Just like a holiday home.”
“This one is often reserved for the bride or honeymooners even,” he said, as he walked behind me. I felt his breath on the back of my neck.
He slid his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. He grabbed my wrists and raised them, clasping my hands around one of the corner poles.
“You see that small hook. I could tie your hands together and then to that,” he whispered.
“Why don’t you then?” I whispered back.
“I love to see your body crave my touch, I love to hear and smell your arousal.”
“I want to spend time here, with you,” I said.
“I know you do, and you will. I will give you the weekend experience.”
He kissed the side of my neck, just below my ear, sending tingles straight to my core. I heard him unbuckle his belt and the sound of it sliding through the loops of his trousers had my stomach fluttering. He reached up and wrapped it around my wrists, tying it tight before placing the leather over the hook. Then he turned me to face him.
“I could do some terrible things to you,” he whispered, as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt.
“I want you to.”
He smiled that wicked smirk he had.
He palmed my breasts; his hands ran over the material of my bra. He lowered his head and sucked on one nipple through the lace. While he did, he unbuttoned my trousers. He gently lowered himself to his knees; his lips and tongue trailed a path down my stomach. He lifted one foot and then the other, removing my trousers before running his hands back up the inside of my thighs.
“I like you like this, half undressed and with a wet cunt, waiting for me,” he said.
He ran his fingers over my panties, soaking up some of that wetness he so liked. I moaned at his touch. While he kissed my neck, he tore through my panties and pushed two fingers inside me. I cried out.
“Tell me what you want to do here,” he said, as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, stroking and teasing.
“I… I want you to restrain me, in that room. I want you to…” I moaned as his fingers found that one spot that had sweat bead on my forehead, a flush creep over my body, and my stomach knot with desire.
“And what do you want me to do to you?”
“Whip me, with the flogger.”
“Where?”
“My back, my arse, my…”
“Say it, Lauren,” he growled, as his teeth sank into my shoulder.
“My pussy.”
“Your soaking cunt, say the words.”
“My…” I panted, the vulgarity of his choice of words turned me on even more.
“My soaking cunt,” I hissed out between a clenched jaw, as his bites got harder.
“Such a dirty mouth, I love it. That dirty mouth belongs to me, do you understand?” I nodded.
His kiss was fierce and his tongue claimed mine. His fingers fucked me harder, and I arched my back when he inserted a third. I wanted more. I raised one leg, wrapping it around him. I dug the heel of my shoe into the back of his thighs.
He broke our kiss and withdrew his fingers. I wanted to protest, that was until he ripped my panties from my body. He undid his trousers, letting them fall. His cock strained against his tight black shorts. I watched as he placed his hand inside them and stroked himself.
“Fuck me,” I said, looking him straight in the eye as I did. I wasn’t asking, I was demanding.
He raised his eyebrows. He started to bend down to retrieve something from his trousers.
“No.” I said. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He grabbed both my thighs and wrapped them around his waist; he held my hips with one hand and guided himself in with the other. He fucked me hard and fast as he held my hips, supporting my weight.
He raked his teeth across my collarbone, my shoulder. He trailed his tongue back up my neck and across my jaw.
I moaned, panted, and cried out. “Come for me, baby,” he said. I exploded around him.
He pumped faster until sweat ran down his temple; I caught a bead of it with my tongue. He growled out my name and I felt his cock pulse inside me, his fingers gripped tighter. I could see his biceps strain against the white of his shirt, and a vein bulged in his neck as blood pumped faster throughout his system.
He rested his forehead against mine, while he got his breathing under control. Very gently he pulled out of me, and I lowered my legs to the floor. He opened his eyes and stared at me, and then he laughed.
“You are fucking gorgeous,” he said.
His cum ran down my thighs and I loved the feeling of it. It wasn’t dirty; it was completely natural; it belonged on my skin.
He unhooked my aching arms and took back his belt. He pulled up his shorts and trousers, and while I stood, a little unsure of what to do, he walked to the bathroom and returned with a box of tissues. I cleaned myself up, buttoned up my shirt and picked up my torn panties from the floor.
“I guess I won’t be wearing those,” I said, shoving them in my bag. I pulled on my trousers.
“You don’t want to clean yourself up?” I asked.
“No, I like the smell of you on me. When I pleasure myself over this memory, I’ll have you on my hand.” I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or not.
“Do you do that a lot?” I tried to keep the surprise from my voice.
“All the time. I only have to think of you and I’m hard. It’s a fucking bitch when we’re at work.”
I smiled; I turned him on that much! I wasn’t sure whether it was pride or something else that swirled around inside me, but it sure felt good.
We walked back to the main house and he led me to the bar. He ordered two coffees and we sat for a while.
“What happens now?” I asked.
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll return on Friday. In the meantime you need to decide exactly what else you want to experience.”
A thought ran through my mind, one I was scared to voice. I bit down on my lower lip.
“Tell me,” he said, quietly. “What’s going through your mind right now?”
I was saved from answering immediately by the appearance of Veronica. She pulled up a stool and a glass of iced water was placed alongside our coffee. I watched her inhale deeply. I hoped I was wrong, but could she smell me on him?
“What do you think of our facilities, Lauren?” she asked.
“I think it’s a beautiful place that allows people the freedom to express themselves in a safe environment.”
“I think we should use that in our brochure,” she said with a laugh.
“What were you going to say?” Mackenzie asked.
“It can wait,” I replied.
“Lauren, this is all new to you. Whatever you wish to experience next we need to prepare for. Let Mackenzie know in advance.”
“We’ll be back Friday, keep the cottage for us, for the weekend,” he said.
I took a deep breath. “I’m not sure how well I’ll deal with the pain, I do
n’t know what to expect other than what I saw. I…”
I took a sip of my coffee as I composed myself.
“You what?” Mackenzie said, gently.
“Can I watch you?”
He didn’t respond immediately and I heard a sharp intake of breath from Veronica.
“Explain,” he said.
“Can I watch what you do to Veronica?” My heart hammered in my chest as I spoke.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Lauren,” she said.
“Why?”
“Can you separate in your mind what he is doing to me is for my sexual gratification and not because he wants to fuck me?”
Again that word sounded so strange in her accent.
“Yes, I can. I’m not a jealous person, Veronica. I need to know how hard he’s going to hit me, how he performs, if that’s even the right word.”
Mackenzie leaned forward. He placed his hand on my thigh.
“What I did to Veronica, will bear no resemblance to what I do to you.”
“You can watch anyone, Lauren.”
“I need to see it from him. Please don’t ask me to explain it; it’s just important to me to know how he does it. I know it doesn’t make sense, but…”
Mackenzie leaned back on his stool. “I said I’d give you any experience you desired, but this one I need to think about. How you see me with others, Lauren, isn’t how I am with you.”
“I understand that, and I would expect you to be different. This is all so new to me. I just ask you to think about it, and if it’s a no, then fine.” I smiled to let him know that if it was no, it really was fine.
He sighed as he picked up his coffee. Once again it felt surreal to be having that conversation in a beautiful environment.
“Thank you for showing me around. Obviously, I’ve never been somewhere like this before. I meant what I said, it’s a beautiful place, I’m so glad you were able to keep it,” I said.
“So am I. Now I have work to do, hopefully I’ll see you again on Friday,” she said. She smiled at Mackenzie and left.
He turned to me, pulling my stool closer so my legs were between his thighs. He ran his fingers down one cheek, across my jaw until his thumb brushed over my lips.
“I wish you’d…” he said.
“You wish what?”
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“You wish I hadn’t asked that?”
“No, I wasn’t going to say that. Please, leave it.”
There was a hint of sadness in his voice. I wondered what I’d done to cause that, if I’d done anything at all.
“I promised you dinner and I’m kind of hungry right now,” he said.
His smile had my heart missing a beat. There was no point in chanting my I will not fall for him mantra because I had, so it was irrelevant. I decided on a new one. Don’t break my heart, I thought.
He slid from the stool and held out his hand. His grip was firmer than usual, and we walked out the house and to his car. We drove back to London in near silence.
****
I learned more about Mackenzie over dinner than I had in the whole month I’d been in his company. He told me tales from his childhood, but all the time he spoke he never mentioned his mother, or the accident he’d been involved in. It was over coffee that I decided to ask.
“You don’t mention your mother,” I said.
He didn’t reply immediately. “My mother died, a long time ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.
“It’s okay, she was a wonderful woman. Supported my father in whatever he wanted to do. She got cancer. All I can say is we were thankful it took her quickly. She smiled and laughed right up to the last minute. I was with her when she died.”
“How old were you?”
“Seventeen.”
“So young still.”
“It is what it is, it fucked me up for a long time after. I drank too much, got high on a regular basis and... Anyway, you don’t want to hear about that so, now, your turn. Tell me about your family,” he said, I guessed to stop me asking more. I wondered if the drunk too much, got high had anything to do with the vehicle accident I’d read about.
I told him about my mum, my brother. I’d never known my father, he’d skipped town when I was a baby. I explained that was probably why I was so hung up on having a stable relationship with a man; I didn’t want what my mum had for so many years.
“And now? Are you looking for a relationship?” Again there was that rigidity in his body as he waited for my reply.
“I’m enjoying myself right now,” I said, hoping that was the answer he wanted.
Whether it was or not, I couldn’t tell. He sipped on his coffee his features completely devoid of emotion.
He was a difficult man to read, he kept his body language to a minimum, and there were times when I wasn’t sure what he meant when he spoke. I thought I was telling him what he wanted to hear, but like then, there were times when I thought I’d gotten it wrong. I wished he would open up, but I was too scared to ask him to.
The waiter placed our bill on the table, without looking at it he laid his credit card on top. I would have liked to delay the evening a little longer. I wasn’t looking forward to returning to my empty apartment.
“I did something the other day,” I said, as we stood and walked to the restaurant door.
“What?”
“I bought some things.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I think you’re going to have to give me a clue.”
We walked to where he had parked the car.
“Sex toys,” I said. He stopped and looked at me. His smile grew broad.
“Sex toys, huh? What kind?”
“I can’t say here, someone might hear.”
“And when will these things be delivered? I assume you didn’t walk into a store and buy them.”
“I ordered them on line and tomorrow.”
“Then allow me to help you unpack them.”
He opened the car door and helped me in. I laughed as he took his place behind the steering wheel.
“What happened to that shy, worthless, inadequate woman I met just a month ago?” he said.
There was a pause as he started the car and pulled out on the road.
“You happened,” I said, quietly.
Chapter Fifteen
Gabriella appeared at my office door the following day. Although immaculately dressed, as normal, there was something ‘off’ about her.
“Hi, I wondered if you’d like some lunch then a trip over to Canary Wharf today?” she said.
“I’d love to. I’ll be honest; I’m pretty much done here. I’d like to move as soon as possible. Scott is being a total arse.”
“I heard about your exchange. He was encouraged to tender his resignation, did you know?”
“I didn’t, no.”
“It’s for the best. So, shall we go?”
I rose from my seat and collected my handbag. She had a car waiting on the double yellow lines outside. We slid in the back and she gave an address to the driver.
“I hear you met the delightful Addison,” she said.
“I did, although I did think she was delightful at the time. Until Mackenzie told me about them.”
“She’s a vampire, Lauren, be very careful around her. Don’t give her anything she can use to hurt you, she’ll bleed you dry. All she’s after is money, from whoever she can get it to maintain a lifestyle she believes she deserves.”
“Is she still in a relationship with your brother?”
“She picks him up and drops him whenever she wants, when she’s bored of her latest conquest, I guess. He’s a fool to not be able to see what she does, or maybe he just enjoys her using him. He ran when she fell pregnant, but I think he enjoys spending her money way too much to completely leave her.”
“Mackenzie told me a lot about himself yesterday. Your relationship as well.”
She smiled at me. “I loved him a long t
ime ago, now I love him like a brother. He’s very important to my momma and me. When he lost his own, she stepped in to care for him when his father was too broken to. And talking of my mother, she was most disappointed not to have received your offer of tea at The Ritz, I doubt she’ll ever forgive you,” she said with a laugh; drawing out the word ‘ever.’
“I’ll make it up to her, is still here?”
“No, she flew home yesterday.”
“What will you do, Gabriella, when Alex leaves?”
“He told you, huh?”
“Yes.”
She sighed and for a moment lost her composure. I took hold of one of her hands in mine.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.”
“It’s okay. I don’t have any girlfriends here, so it’s nice to talk. Like you, we have a man best friend, and for some reason, women steer clear of us. And as for Alex, I don’t know yet.”
“They do! Everyone thinks Jerry and I are constantly jumping in and out of bed; I slept my way to the top. Jerry wanted me to walk out of his office one day with my shirt buttons undone and my skirt tucked into my panties,” I said, with a laugh.
“Oh, that would have been so funny.”
“He wanted to give them something to really gossip about, I think he just wanted to see my underwear.”
It felt great to laugh, to gossip, and talk to someone like-minded and on the same level as me. There was no threat, no competition between us.
“I hear you went to the club,’ she said with raised eyebrows.
“For a look around,” I panicked as I spoke.
She laughed. “Isn’t it just the most amazing place? And such fun.” She winked and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“It certainly is an eye-opener.”
We pulled up outside a small bistro near Smithfield. The driver opened the door for us, and we were shown to a table as soon as we entered.
We both ordered a salad and a glass of white wine. And we didn’t stop chatting and laughing. Over coffee, the subject of Alex came up again.
“I don’t know what to do, Lauren. He wants to marry me and this opportunity for him in the U.S. is an amazing one. I can’t stand in his way. But I can’t leave Mackenzie either. Well, I didn’t think I could.”
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