by Megan Keith
“Are you sure you don’t want me to lock up?” Alex asked.
“I’ve got it.” Mackenzie tried to speak casually, and not with a highly aroused voice, but when she saw Nate was leaving his seat and heading in their direction she knew it didn’t matter, Alex was onto them.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Alex whispered in her ear.
“Good night, Alex.” She felt her face flush.
“Bye guys!” he called on his way out the door moments later.
“Bye.” Nate followed and locked the door behind Alex, turning to face Mackenzie.
“I’ll uh, just put the money in the safe.” Mackenzie sucked in a breath, feeling nervous for some reason.
“Just a second.” He walked toward her. “I haven’t settled my bill yet.”
“Yes you did. You paid me earlier and you gave me a large tip.” She scrunched her face in confusion.
“I’m going to give you far more than the tip, Mackenzie, I promise,” Nate whispered seductively, forcing her to back into the counter when he approached. He lifted his hand to her face and swiped her bottom lip with his thumb, then reached over her shoulder grabbing the half-full bottle of Glenfiddich from the shelf. “I’m buying this.”
Mackenzie wanted to object, to be annoyed because she’d already closed off the till, but she couldn’t, she was too busy getting worked up in other ways. She shivered, recalling his words from earlier about his plans for that drink. She silently counted the wad of cash he handed her, started the till back up and entered the figures before doing a new printout and tucking it into the money bag. She knew he’d paid too much but she also knew the change was of little importance to him, so she made a mental note to sort it out with Alex and give him the extra.
She went out back, put the money away in the safe and then went to the staff bathroom to freshen up. She stood in front of the mirror and pulled out her pony tail, ran her fingers through her hair and checked her make up.
When she returned to the bar she saw Nate leaning against the back counter. He’d removed his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves, her eyes caught on his strong forearms and those veins she loved. He was no longer wearing his tie and the top couple of buttons of his shirt were undone, too. Her apprehension from moments ago left her at the sight of his sexiness. Her body was humming with need.
“Come.” He beckoned her with a crook of his finger. She went willingly.
Standing opposite him, she leaned against the prep area of the bar. He took the two steps required to reach her and lifted his hand to her amber heart necklace.
“I really like the way this necklace looks on you, Mackenzie, but I’d prefer to see you wearing nothing else with it. Remove your clothes.”
“What? No.”
“No?”
“There are security cameras here, Nate.”
“Can you see a red light on that?” He pointed to the camera in the corner of the room. “I had them switched off for an hour.”
“What? But how?”
“Never mind. Just know that you’re safe with me, papillon.” He knew the owner, but loved keeping her guessing, so he didn’t answer. “No one but me gets to see you naked. We have one hour to complete this mission, Mackenzie. So you can choose to stand there and argue … or you can start stripping.”
“So I’m a mission now. One to conquer?” she teased.
“Absolutely.” Leaning his body against hers, he impatiently began undoing the buttons of her shirt. “One I plan on conquering again right now.”
She pushed him away and waved her finger. “Uh-uh.” She side-stepped him and headed to the stereo, selected the song she wanted and hit the repeat button.
He raised his eyebrow at her when ‘Bed of Nails’ by Alice Cooper started pumping through the stereo speakers. The wink Mackenzie gave him, along with the song choice, let him know her desire; tonight he would not be gentle. She unbuttoned her shirt while swaying toward him.
“Wise choice, papillon.”
By the time she was directly in front of him she had her shirt spread wide open, exposing her white lacy bra. He admired the nipples he could see through the thin material and watched as they rose and hardened because of the cool air that hit them. He ran his fingers up the inside of the shirt, skimming her breasts then dipping them under the material to push it from her shoulders. He moved slowly and with purpose, watching her skin break out in goose bumps. He loved making that happen, he’d always found it fascinating that he could affect her with the barest of touches. His fingers glided and tugged on the material until it was off her body and tossed over the counter. He reached behind her waist. Pulling her against him, he undid the zipper at the top of her black skirt, letting it drop to the floor. He moved away to give her room to step out of it. Taking two steps back, he leaned against the opposite counter, crossing his arms over his chest and his feet at the ankles. He let his eyes slowly take in her perfect body - a sight of which he would never tire.
“Take off the rest.”
“As you wish, Sir.” She kicked off her shoes, unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it from her body, dangling it on the end of her finger before flinging it at him. It missed and landed on the shelf behind. His eyes were intense and focused, dark with desire and it felt as if they were caressing her body. She unclipped her garters and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her underwear. She slowly pushed them over her hips, stopping mid-thigh to look back at him and wink.
He loved how playful and confident she had become but, as always, he loved having the upper hand, too. He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her onto the counter top the second her panties hit the floor, too impatient to wait a moment longer. She let out a small squeal.
“Forget the stockings and garters, leave them. You're bare enough for what I want to do."
“Bare enough?” she said with a laugh, loving his neediness for her. When desire overtook him like this Mackenzie found him so incredibly powerful. He was always at his sexiest then.
“Mhmm,” he mumbled, nuzzling her neck.
She moved her hands to undo the buttons of his shirt and pulled it from his body. Running her hands over his hard-muscled chest she felt her heart beating even faster. She watched a bare chested Nate take a swig of alcohol from the bottle. Fuck, that’s hot!
“Open.” He held the bottle to her lips and poured some into her mouth. She swallowed and he had his tongue in her mouth a split second later. He moaned, his chest vibrating against her own and she moved her hands to his back, pulling him even closer and kissing him eagerly. He bit her bottom lip, hard, causing her to whimper. It increased her need for him. “Hands behind your back,” he instructed, when he eventually pulled his mouth away.
Mackenzie propped her hands on the counter behind her, pushing her breasts closer to his mouth in the process. His lips took hold of her left nipple and sucked on it. She watched him, enjoying the sensation, feeling her arousal heighten at the visual, and loving the feel of his stubble as it grazed her.
“Open,” he instructed, again lifting the bottle of expensive scotch to her lips, purposely tipping it faster so that it overflowed from her mouth and dribbled down her chin, to her neck and onto her breasts. “Fuck, will you look at that!” He leaned in to lick it up, biting her on the chin, throat and breasts.
She pushed her hips forward, pressing her pussy against his groin, she was needy and he loved it. He slid a finger into her, feeling her slickness as her body clenched around him. He pulled his finger back out and sucked on it, then lifted the bottle of scotch above her head.
“Move away from the edge, papillon. Tilt your head back,” he demanded, looking into her jade eyes that were overcome with desire. As soon as she moved into position, he dribbled the alcohol down her chest, watching it trickle over her exposed breasts. Her breathing was rapid, chest heaving, as the liquid trailed past her navel and down between her legs to puddle on the bar. And then he attacked her. Lapping up his favorite drink from the beautiful and sexy body o
f his favorite person. “You taste divine, Mackenzie,” he managed to say, only removing his mouth from her body for the smallest amount of time. He continued to lick up every last drop while Mackenzie writhed and moaned on the bar top.
“Fuck!” she gasped when his scorching tongue met her clit. His hot mouth over her body would have brought her to her knees if she had the strength to disobey him and move from the bar. “Yes! Fuck … that feels so good!” His mouth moved over her wet heat, his tongue swirling against her opening, while she looked down on him and wriggled her ass in the expensive puddle of liquor. He lifted the bottle to her breasts again and this time she watched as the amber liquid covered her.
“Fuck, that’s gotta be about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Nate said appreciatively, before moving in to quickly lap it up. His hand squeezed her side before slipping between her legs, where he slipped two, then three, fingers inside her, pulling them from her body and pushing them back in again.
“Oh my god!” She moaned, her body clenching at his fingers, while he continued to move his tongue over her stomach and up to her breasts, drinking from her, nipping her, licking and sucking her.
He looked up at her with a wicked glint in his eye. “As I suspected, it tastes even better combined with your essence,” he said before bowing his head to again lick at her alcohol drenched clit.
He continued his onslaught and Mackenzie’s thighs tightened around his head. She moved one hand to his hair and tugged on it, drawing him closer, grinding against his mouth and moaning louder.
“Fuck!” She started to quiver around him, her insides clenching and pulsating, her hips thrusting forward while she pulled him closer still. He groaned against her, dipping his tongue and tasting the intoxicating combination of scotch and Mackenzie. When her orgasm came to a head he felt drunk on her. His own arousal spurring him forward, he pulled away, pulled her from the bar, and stood her in front of him. “God, Nate! I need you inside me now!” she demanded breathlessly, frantically reaching for him.
He couldn’t even find the ability to speak, he was so desperate for her. Together they undid his pants, tugged them down and pulled his cock free. He let Mackenzie fist him for a couple of seconds before grabbing her by the hips and spinning her to face the bar. With a palm to the center of her back he got her to bend forward, until she was at the perfect angle, then he thrust into her at full force.
“Fuck, I love you, Mackenzie.” He pressed a hard kiss to her shoulder, then supported himself on outstretched arms, his hands either side of hers on the bar. “And I love fucking you!”
His thrusts became harder and faster, to the point of violence, but neither of them cared. Mackenzie didn’t care that the edge of the hard bar was digging into her ribs, she didn’t care where she was or that her screaming was so loud people on the street could probably hear. All she cared about was the man thrusting inside her, the man as needy for her as she was for him. The man she loved. Her second orgasm hit and hit, and kept on hitting, wave after wave crashing over her. Until he finally stilled, giving her a small reprieve.
“Lean forward,” he instructed and watched as she lay her chest against the hardwood. He reached over to grab the bottle from the bar and again poured the amber liquid on Mackenzie. He watched it trickle down her back, over her ass and disappear between their joined thighs. Her body slick and sticky, glistening in the dim-lit bar, made his cock harden inside of her but he held off his climax, leaning down to again drink from her body instead.
She savored the feel of his tongue along her spine and shivered. “Nate …”
“I love the feel of you, Mackenzie. And fuck, you taste delicious.” He licked her skin a moment longer before pulling out of her body and turning her around. He lifted her so that her long legs encircled his waist.
Mackenzie clung to him as he walked them to a nearby table and placed her ass on top of it. He leaned over her and effortlessly slid his cock back inside her willing body. The skin of their chests made sucking sounds as it stuck and released, stuck and released, with every hard thrust Nate made.
Mackenzie’s nails dug into the skin on his back, the pain spurred him forward. He held himself upright with one hand against the table top and his other wrapped around the small of her back. As he felt his orgasm coming for him he flexed his fingers, digging them into her skin as he lost all control. “Fuck!”
He collapsed on top of her, resting his head against her bare breast. Their bodies, pressed together in a mess of sweat and sticky alcohol, were heaving with rapid breaths. He sighed happily when her fingers started to play with his hair.
“And you were worried about me not being able to handle work so soon,” she whispered playfully.
“I love that you’re mine, Mackenzie.”
“I love you, Nate.”
Mackenzie was woken the next morning by the feel of something pulling on her wrist. She opened her eyes when Nate lifted her other arm and tied it to the bed rail.
“What are you doing? It’s so early,” she grumbled.
“I don’t care. Time is irrelevant when I need you.” He finished tying her hands and kissed his way down the length of her body.
“I don’t have a choice?” Mackenzie asked with a smile.
“There’s always a choice.” He winked at her from where he was repositioning himself between her legs. “You only need to say that one word for me to stop.”
“Eraser.”
“Yes. Do you wish to use it now?”
She shook her head against her pillow. “No Sir.”
“Good,” he said with a smirk before licking her.
“Oh god!” Her hips bucked upwards. He stopped and lifted his head.
“It’s Nate.” He gave her a flashy smile that caused her to giggle. That giggle ended abruptly when his tongue again circled her clit.
“Nate!”
“Much better.” He spoke against her body, the vibration against her lower lips eliciting more pleasure.
“Yes!” she called out. He was a master with his tongue. He moved quickly, slowly, gently and forcefully, his constant changes in approach always kept her guessing. Swirling his tongue on and around her clit, in and out of her pussy, adding his fingers to the mix. And when she quickly would near that peak he would change pace again, teasing her relentlessly, nipping her thighs and all around where she needed him. “No, Nate, please don’t stop!”
He loved to tease her, it gave him great satisfaction having Mackenzie at his mercy. While his hands roamed her body and his tongue teased her, the sounds she made only spurred him on. And when he finally allowed her to come it was on his terms, and only when she was begging for it.
“Fuck! Yes!” Nate teased the last of the orgasm from her body before lying beside her. When she caught her breath she looked at him quizzically. “What about you?” she asked, when it appeared he had no intention of having sex with her.
He shook his head. “That was all about you my papillon.”
Her hands remained tied to the bed while Nate was propped on his elbow beside her. The warmth from the early morning sun filtered into the room, creating an amber glow as they lay amongst a sea of pillows.
Mackenzie could see there was something on Nate’s mind. She’d sensed there was something he needed to say since last night, when they’d left The Blue Room. They’d gotten back to her apartment and showered all of the sticky alcohol and sweat from their bodies. Mackenzie had then rubbed some antiseptic lotion onto Nate’s back where she had left long and bloodied scratches. She’d felt terrible when she’d first seen them – “Mackenzie, I’m proud to have them,” he had assured her, “it is my honor to be branded by you.” – Crazy man! But then he had gone silent, only offering her a quick good night kiss before spooning her in bed. She’d lain awake in his arms and felt that he was awake behind her, but he never spoke. Something felt different and she couldn’t decide what it was. And now this?
Looking at Nate propped beside her in the early morning light she had a
feeling she was about to find out what was on his mind.
“Mackenzie, I told you the reason I call you my papillon, but I left one detail out.” He let his hand drop back to trace his favorite pattern on her thigh.
“And that is?” she prompted when he remained silent.
“Did you know the Greek word for butterfly means the same as ‘soul’ or ‘mind’?” Mackenzie shook her head. “In Japan, some people believe that seeing a single butterfly in a guest room of your home is symbolic of a great love coming to visit, that the butterfly is the personification of a person’s soul.” He watched his fingers as they continued to trace patterns against her skin and Mackenzie wondered where he was going with this. He lifted his head and caught her eye. “I saw a lonely butterfly the day you first served me at The Blue Room.”
“You did?” The air left her lungs.
“On the balcony at my apartment, when I was having my morning coffee. It was an orange butterfly, a Monarch I think. It’s not something you’d expect to see so high up, that’s why I remembered it.” His eyes locked on hers. “It was a sign, because you came into my life that very day.”
“What are you saying?” she asked, barely above a whisper, her heart beating a million miles a minute.
“You are my great love, Mackenzie. The only one for me. You are ingrained on my soul, always on my mind and in my heart, and I am in love with you.”
“I love you, too, Nate.”
He repositioned himself on top of her body. With one hand pressed against her pillow he lightly placed the other on top of her bare breast, right over her heart. He looked into her eyes – they were wet with tears and brightness. It was like his world had suddenly been bathed in sunshine, she made him so happy.
“You know I don’t want to hide anything from you ever again, right?”
“Yes?” she asked with uncertainty.
She wriggled underneath him, staring at him expectantly. He felt her heart rate increase under his hand.
“Well, Mackenzie, I need to get something off my chest…”