Eraser Blue

by Megan Keith

  “Problem?” he asked.

  “No. I’m just surprised, that’s all. First a soup and now roast with vegetables. It’s just not what I expected.”

  “Disappointed?”

  “I’m not disappointed in the slightest. I guess, I just-”

  “You guess? No guessing, just tell me what you expected.” If there was one thing he hated it was wishy, washy answers. He always spoke with directness, and he expected it from those around him too.

  “I expected a-la-carte dining considering our decadent surroundings,” Mackenzie said, succinctly and with a smile.

  “Aha, the usual presumptions. I’m wealthy but I still enjoy simple things. Often it is those that give you the greatest pleasure.” He smiled back.

  “Oh… is that right?” She blushed, collecting her knife and fork.

  “What else did you presume about me?”

  She finished her mouthful of roast beef before answering. “I presumed that you were taking me to dinner at a restaurant in the city.” He nodded his head while he chewed. “I also presumed that the apartment we were at last Friday was your home. I never imagined a place like this.”

  “I have two properties, the penthouse apartment and this mansion. I prefer to spend my Saturday nights here.”

  “Just Saturday nights? Seems like an awfully big property to upkeep for just one night a week.”

  “True. But for now, due to the majority of my time spent in the city for work, the apartment serves its purpose.”

  “And exactly what is my purpose here, Sir?” she asked with a seductive smile.

  His only answer was a raised eyebrow and a meaningful look. Then he gave her that smile, his best one, the one that reverberated through her entire body, all the way to her core. The one that made her blush and feel so completely aroused. Sir chuckled and Mackenzie fought the urge to giggle. They ate in silence for a moment, occasional flirty glances aimed at one another. After seeing that devilish smile, Mackenzie couldn’t help but wonder what would come after they ate.

  He couldn’t think of anything but. He was imagining her seated on the ground with her legs folded beneath her. Her arms pulled tight behind her back, knotted with rope above her ass. Her head tilted upwards, gasps of pleasure escaping her lips, while he flogged her. He was getting hard just imagining the wide-eyed look on her face and her parted lips. He adjusted his trousers, took a sip of wine and tried to remind himself to act the gentleman for a little while longer.

  “What is your family like?” he asked, trying for a more mundane topic. Though he already knew she was an only child of divorced parents - he’d done his research.

  “They’re ordinary people. Divorced. We get along, but I’m not close with either of them.” She spoke with little, to no emotion, making him realize it was just as he expected. He was glad that his suspicions had been confirmed, it meant that no one would be standing in his way – the girl really was alone in the world.

  “No siblings?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

  “No.”

  It was a shame, such a rare and intelligent beauty was not surrounded by love. He already knew of her comings and goings. He knew that she had a girlfriend in the building where she lived, and that she got along with a couple of the employees at her work, but he also knew there wasn’t anybody else that was a permanent fixture in her life. He was going to change that. She was a rare gem and he would see to it that she got treated like one.

  “What about you…?” she trailed off, hoping he would fill in the blank by finally giving her his name.

  “Please, call me Sir,” he said instead, with a painfully smug look on his face.

  Mackenzie smiled through gritted teeth. He stared her down, his dark, intense eyes boring into her – he was dead serious. He had no intention of revealing his name. She was tempted to argue with him, tell him he was being ridiculous and demand to know it – if he thinks he can expect me to keep coming back for more, without ever telling me his name, he’s deluded. But there was something about the demand in his voice that sent a rush of adrenalin through her body. So, for the time being, she let it go.

  “Do you have any brothers or sisters? Sir?” She watched his eyes light up, a flicker of victory behind them. She was giving him want he wanted and that pleased her in a way she didn’t expect.

  “One brother.”

  “Close family?”

  “Yes, we are. My parents are living in London right now though, and my brother Tom is in Japan on business.”

  Mackenzie sighed. Letting it go is harder than I thought – what is his name? Deciding to skip the small talk and get directly to the point, Mackenzie placed her knife beside her fork, pushed her plate away marginally before taking a deep breath and speaking. “You seem like a no nonsense type of man, Sir, so I’m going to be straight with you and I would like you to return the favor.”

  “Of course.” He mimicked her movements, pushing his plate away too, giving her his full attention.

  “I’m not sure why I’m here. Why won’t you tell me your name? What is it you want from me? You made it perfectly clear last week that it was a one-time offer.” She had to lay her cards on the table. She needed to know where she stood.

  He smiled at her frankness. She’s perfect. “You are here because I want you to be.” He internally ticked off her questions. “Because I don’t want to. What I want from you… is you. And… I changed my mind.” The last one was a lie, he knew before last week that once wouldn’t be enough with her.

  “I don’t feel any wiser,” she said softly, after a moment of letting his words wash over her.

  “I answered your questions exactly as they were asked.” He smirked at her.

  “Well… yes you did, but…”

  “I want what we had last Friday night.”

  Mackenzie’s body hummed with the memories. Yes, I want that too...

  “Will you give me tonight?”

  “You mean, you are actually asking me? Not telling me?” she asked cheekily.

  “I don’t have a problem in telling you, if you’d prefer it.”

  He liked this playful side of her. He gave her a warm smile, before going in for the kill.

  “To be honest, Mackenzie…” His tone and candidness made Mackenzie sit up straighter, “I will keep you here regardless,” but his words stole her breath. “I am making a compromise here. Will you accept?”

  “Accept?” Mackenzie repeated in a whisper.

  Keep me here regardless? She should be frightened, she knew, he was implying he would keep her against her will, but… what will? Her will to leave was long gone. Keep me here, how? Mackenzie wondered if he meant that he would restrain her. A bolt of pleasure went from her chest to between her legs at the thought of being tied up again, by Sir. He was being an overbearing ass and she was getting turned on. What the hell?

  “Just what compromise do you think you are making? It seems to me, you are doing no such thing.”

  “My compromise is that I’m giving you the chance to say yes. Admit it, you like the idea of me restraining you though. I can sense it.” She remained silent, so he pushed on. “Mackenzie, you wanted frankness, so I’m giving it to you. I’m asking you to stay tonight and we’ll take it from there.”

  Take it from there? Mackenzie’s mind was still reeling.

  “Do I have your permission to keep you here the night?”

  “No,” Mackenzie replied automatically, before she decided to listen to her body instead of her head. “Why? Why do you want…?” her voice trailed off. She took a large gulp of her wine. This is all too much.

  He smirked at her, not convinced that she meant that no, and if she did, convinced he would change her mind. He could be persuasive. He was a man who knew how to get what he wanted.

  He looked at her gorgeous face, his eyes wandering lower. She had a lovely, elongated neck. Her breath was coming fast and her breasts were heaving. His eyes locked on them. The milky white cleavage pronounced o
ver the top of her dress was mesmerizing. To him, she looked like a precious china doll, like the ones his grandmother used to collect. Faultlessly pale, smooth skin, huge eyes, slightly rosy cheeks, shimmery hair, biggish breasts, small waist – she was perfection. It was hard to take his eyes off her and he felt the need to tell her so.

  “Forgive my rudeness, it was remiss of me not to mention how beautiful you look tonight,” he said, trying for a change in tactic. He was losing her. He needed to do something to relax her, and besides, she did look stunning.

  Mackenzie choked on the small amount of wine still floating in her mouth, before putting her glass down on the table. His constant changes in direction of conversation were hard to keep up with. He was quick to vacate his chair and come to her aide as she coughed. He swept her hair to the side, pushing it over her shoulder. He rubbed her bare back in circles, shooting stars of pleasure to her already addled mind. He bent forward, bringing his mouth to her ear. His proximity sent shivers through her body, even before he spoke.

  “You have divine taste. This dress shows the perfect amount of skin. I love how low it dips on your back.”

  He ran his fingertip slowly down the center of her spine, that was void of fabric entirely, the dress beginning at the top of her ass. She visibly shivered and he couldn’t help himself, he leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

  “You’re glowing. I’d love the chance to make you scream while wearing this dress.”

  He kissed her neck with warm and supple lips before removing his hand from her back and taking his seat again. Her whole body tensed as her nether regions pulsated with desire. Mackenzie struggled to collect her wits and was glad that the staff chose that moment to re-enter the room armed with dessert plates, it gave her a chance to breathe.

  She watched in frazzled silence as they removed the remnants of her main meal and placed a piece of apple pie with ice cream in front of her. She was glad for the distraction and couldn’t help but smile at the simplicity of the dish. There was nothing simple about the man seated opposite her but his taste in food was one for the books.

  When the two staff had left the room she looked up to see him watching her closely. She couldn’t read his expression. Still struggling to reply to his earlier comments, she instead picked up her spoon and tucked into her dessert.

  A small, appreciative moan escaped her lips and his already hard cock ached at the sound. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to contain himself, and when he re-opened them he was met by Mackenzie’s jade ones. They stared openly at each other, frozen in their seats for at least twenty seconds, before she finally broke his hold and looked down at the pie in front of her.

  She knew he was watching her but she made a point of concentrating on her food, using the time to calm herself. He unnerved her in a way that nobody else ever had. He was unusual, frustrating, demanding, arrogant, and freaking nameless, but that didn’t deter from the fact that she wanted him unlike anyone else she had ever encountered.

  He watched her intently while she ate. He enjoyed it immensely – the way her mouth opened and wrapped around the spoon, how her throat moved when she chewed and swallowed, those ruby red lips, so luscious he longed to feel them. He had a hard time focusing anywhere but on her mouth. Eventually, she put the spoon down and looked at him.

  “You don’t want your pie?” she asked quizzically, her plate already empty.

  His eyes stayed trained on her lips for a moment before coming to her eyes. He didn’t even glance at his untouched dessert before replying, “Feed it to me.” Her eyes went deliciously wide but kept his hold.

  She hesitated for a split second before standing and walking to his side of the table. She didn’t allow herself to think about her actions, just did what was demanded of her. He moved his chair back a little and patted just above his knee. Mackenzie silently took her place on his lap and grabbed his spoon from the side of the plate. Using its edge, she broke off a piece of pie and dragged it through the ice cream, before turning to him with it.

  His dark eyes met hers as she brought the laden spoon to his parted mouth and inserted it. Her focus returning to his lips as they closed around it. As she slid it from his mouth she swallowed and looked up to his eyes. The dark orbs locking her gaze, trapping her again. Desire coursed through her, the heat of his stare and the feel of his warm legs under her, made her body so achingly aroused, it hummed. Her eyes flicked back to his mouth when he licked his lips and she squeezed her legs together, ever so slightly, looking for some kind of relief. She blinked rapidly before turning to load the spoon with more pie.

  While Mackenzie’s back was slightly turned, Sir’s hand touched her knee and glided carefully up to her thigh. He gripped it firmly with his large hand and she closed her eyes momentarily, savoring the feel, before turning back to focus on his mouth.

  The drawn out process of feeding this man pie was intoxicating. The need she felt for him was all she could think about the entire time. Once she had scraped the plate clean, she silently put the spoon down. She lifted her hips slightly, in an attempt to remove herself from his lap, but he stopped her fast by gripping her thigh tightly, keeping her in place. Then his other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him. She felt his erection against her ass.

  “That was the best pie I’ve ever had,” he said huskily. The meaning of his words going so much deeper than the dessert. They stared at each other a moment. Then his hand moved slowly up her thigh and he kissed her gently on the neck. “I want you. Submit to me,” he said, suddenly. It wasn’t a question.

  “Submit?” She looked into his near black eyes. “As in…”

  “Give yourself to me. Allow me to rule your body.”

  Heat shot through her body. His intense stare caused butterflies in her stomach. She couldn’t understand the desire she felt to do just as he asked. This was all so new to her. But her arousal betrayed her mind. She wanted to submit, just like last time. She nodded and he raised his eyebrow to her.

  “Do you agree?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, realizing that must be the correct response.

  “Get on the floor,” he instructed suddenly. His expression changed to a more calculated and cunning one. His voice and demeanor now assertive. Her eyes went wider and her heart pummelled beneath her breast bone. “On your knees,” he said, his lips brushing her ear. Her panties suddenly felt very damp at his demand. She hesitated for a moment and he nudged her hip.

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied, getting off his lap. Lifting the long skirt of her dress to just above her knees, she knelt down beside him. He turned his chair toward her, repositioning himself so that her chin was almost at his knees.

  “Undo my pants.”

  The need in his eyes burned into hers. She would not defy him on this – she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She silently complied. Lifting herself up straighter, she moved her body between his legs. She began by undoing his belt buckle and then pulling the belt free from the loops of his pants. Abandoning it on the floor beside her, she quickly undid his pants button before slowly dragging the zipper down, her fingers ghosting over the heat and hardness hidden underneath.

  He eyed the belt on the floor by her knee, I might put that to use later. He imagined the sounds it would make when it hit her bare ass and the delicious pink marks it would leave behind. His breath became ragged with anticipation as he watched her slowly undress him, her eyes reaching his every so often. The ache he felt was near unbearable. Those eyes were something special, but having them below him, the long dark lashes obstructing his view slightly, in just the right way, while she looked up at him and while he anticipated those lips wrapped around him… was… out of this world. Her eyes widened further and her pupils dilated, when he was freed from the constraints of his clothing. Her focus was on his large member as it throbbed for her.

  “Suck it.”

  Mackenzie froze, wide-eyed, and drew in a sharp breath. It was unintentional, she was merely stunned by hi
s directness and by how much she longed to do exactly that. She was also a little distracted by his size – he was huge. He misread her completely, taking her reaction as hesitation of a different kind.

  “I have a clean bill of health, I assure you.” He paused, placing his finger under her chin, lifting her face slightly. “Take me in your mouth Mackenzie, take it all,” he said, seductively, his voice taking on a throaty undertone. “Suck me until I’m satisfied. Understood?”

  She nodded, his words arousing her beyond reason. Her body so full of desire that she felt her own reality slipping. She understood, and was more than willing, she couldn’t wait to take him in her mouth.

  “Pardon?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She moved her head forward, took hold of the base of his shaft in one hand, spread her lips and darted her tongue out, catching the drop of moisture glistening on his tip. She circled his head with her tongue a couple of times before dipping and licking the underside, running her tongue along his throbbing vein. He groaned and she revelled in the sound, until he gripped her head suddenly and forcefully pushed her toward him.

  “Mackenzie,” he hissed, “Suck. It.” Pushing her face downwards he impaled her with his hardness. He was larger than she was used to and when he hit the back of her throat she had to fight the urge to gag. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked, slowly settling into a rhythm.

  He watched her cheeks hollow out and released his hold on the back of her head. She lifted up, tightened her grasp on him, her knuckles going white when she squeezed, and then she began to really move.

  When he groaned a moment later, Mackenzie smiled around his cock, enjoying his pleasure. She slowed her movements, teasing him by taking her mouth away and licking his tip again, before sucking him back in. She looked up to see him tossing his head backwards on a moan. She felt powerful, having him this way… that was until his hand again gripped the back of her head. He tightened his hold on her hair so much that her scalp burned. He began to thrust his hips in small movements toward her, while pushing her harshly downward.