Eraser Blue

by Megan Keith

  He was reminding Mackenzie who was in control and it wasn’t her. He violently fucked her mouth, thrusting deep down her throat – his groin hitting her lips as she took him all the way. She found it difficult to breathe, her eyes watered, but she offered no resistance. She wanted it. She didn’t care in that moment that a hair or three was detaching from her scalp, or that she was giddy from a lack of oxygen.

  She wanted him. She revelled in the feel of giving herself completely to this man, of opening herself up and taking him all. Somehow she managed to relax her muscles, so much, that he went further down her throat than she had ever taken a man before. She was so wanton with her own need that he could have done anything to her in that moment and her desire wouldn’t have wavered.

  He expected she would be good, but the way that she played him far outweighed his expectations. She sucked at him hard and fervently, her warm tongue sliding along his length, while she took him down her throat, over and over. Her hand moved perfectly in sync with her sucking, and her eyes never strayed from their focus on his face. He was having a hard time keeping his orgasm at bay.

  Eventually he stilled and she felt the hot liquid spurt down her throat.

  “Take it all, Mackenzie. Every last drop.”

  He was buried so deep in her mouth at the time, she had no choice but to oblige. And she was more than willing to do so. She took everything he had to give.

  Before she realized he was spent, Mackenzie was shoved away. The loss of contact left her bereft. She sat back on her heels, wiping saliva from her mouth with her fingertips. She searched his face for answers but he only glanced at her momentarily. The sudden change in atmosphere set her heart racing, panic replacing her elation. Her need for him slipped away when she saw the coldness in his expression. She recognized that look. How could she forget? It was the same one he gave her right before he dismissed her from his bed, at the apartment, just last week.

  “You may leave,” he had said, with barely a glance in her direction, then took a drag of his cigarette.

  No! Panic rose in her chest. Please… not again.

  She watched him stand in front of her. He tucked himself back in his pants and did them up, leaving his belt on the floor. He offered her his hand and caught the look in her eye. She looked uncertain. He pulled her to stand in front of him, tugged on her dress and watched it fall back into position.

  He had gotten carried away. His desire for her was so strong, and he had waited all this time to have her like that, he lost control. He didn’t mean to be so violent with her, not yet. As much as he enjoyed it, he knew he should have eased her into that. He felt bad because she no longer looked at him like she wanted him. She looked like she felt dirty and used. He had seen that look on her before and he berated himself for putting it there again.

  “Hilda!” he called loudly, causing Mackenzie to flinch and look at him in disbelief. Grabbing her chin, he explained, “Hilda will show you-”

  “Out. Right.” She huffed in defeat, tugging her face from his grasp. “You know… I thought this time would be different.” She shook her head and stepped away from him. He grabbed hold of her arm tightly, causing her to stumble.

  “Hilda will show you to the bathroom, so you can freshen up,” he explained angrily when the woman entered the room. He spoke just as much for Hilda’s benefit as he did Mackenzie’s.

  “Oh.”

  “Yes, oh.” His voice softened and he looked at her with an odd expression.

  “I thought that-”

  “I know what you thought,” he said quietly, and forlornly, letting go of her arm and looking down at his feet.

  Hilda gave Mackenzie a wary smile before leading her from the room.

  She thought I was sending her away, that I was done with her. Like last time.

  He removed a cigarette from the pack on the side table, lit it, and drew in a long, controlled breath. His mind ticked over as he exhaled. He had acted like an ass the night he told her to leave his apartment. It had been a mistake. He should have trusted his instincts and stopped himself from doing it. She deserved more. His reaction to the hurt in her eyes, just now, reminded him that Mackenzie wasn’t just any woman.

  He stood taller, a new plan forming in his head. He needed to redeem himself in her eyes. She shouldn’t be doubting his interest in her. She needed to know that his past would be erased with her.

  It begins and ends with Mackenzie.

  Mackenzie followed Hilda down a wide hallway. In a daze she took in Hilda’s features. Older, perhaps late forties, early fifties. Prematurely grey, her hair pulled back in a tight bun. She was a petite thing with a friendly smile. She came to a stop at a doorway.

  “In here, love,” Hilda said, opening the door for her and stepping back.

  “Thank you,” Mackenzie replied, sliding past the woman.

  Hilda gave her a polite smile and nodded before closing the door. Mackenzie used the time to regain her composure. She let out a deep breath and caught her reflection in the mirror. She looked paler than usual, despite her carefully applied make-up.

  What on earth is going on here? He wants me… he doesn’t? He’s so hard to read.

  She washed her hands then ran a damp palm across the back of her neck, her make-up preventing her from splashing her face with the cool water. She dabbed at her mouth a little with her fingers, then stared at her reflection.

  What am I doing?

  She had no answers and staying in the bathroom wasn’t going to help her find them. She smoothed out her dress and checked her reflection one last time. She inhaled a deep, calming breath and reached for the doorknob. I can do this, I can’t let him rattle me. She had barely made it through the doorway when she was turned and swiftly backed up against the wall.

  “What the hell?” she gasped. He caged her in, his arms either side of her head, then relaxed his body against her. His erection pressing into her. He licked his lips just inches from hers.

  She breathed him in, her senses going into overdrive with the heady mix of his scent – cigarettes and masculine cologne. Her eyes made their way to his, she was relieved to see the warmth back in them.

  “You scared me,” she whispered.

  “Do you need me to prove just how much I want you, butterfly?” he asked, his eyes searching her face. He swept away a loose tendril of her hair then slowly trailed his finger down her cheek. It was a gentle and sweet move that had Mackenzie catching her breath. It was a delicate gesture, the polar opposite of his earlier behavior, and it had Mackenzie captivated.

  He inched forward, as if in slow motion, and when his lips finally captured hers they were full of need. The kiss was a slow burning one that she felt all the way to her toes. She immediately found herself sinking into his sweet, unhurried tenderness, her cheeks heating with the overwhelming feeling of passion she felt by returning it. I could kiss this man all night in this way.

  He thread his fingers through her hair, holding her head in place against the wall, deepening the kiss. She loved the feeling of being held there by him. She could feel her already rapid pulse increasing in tempo, her need becoming more desperate. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, sliding it against his. Her hands came around to his waist and she tugged on his shirt, pulling him closer. His erection pressed against her. The heat between them intensified, their kiss becoming more fervent and less tender.

  He particularly loved the feel of her breasts between them as he kissed the life out of her. Mackenzie needed to know what he was feeling, he needed her to feel it too. There was an electric current between the two of them and she needed to know that it wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t going anywhere… and neither was she. He was going to keep her, whether she fought him on it or not.

  He rained hard kisses down her neck, biting the top of her breast before bending lower so he could reach the length of her long dress.

  “You look stunning in this.”

  “Yeah?” she breathed out, clutching onto his shoulders for supp
ort.

  “Yeah. But I need you. Now.”

  Tugging the dress upwards was more difficult than he had anticipated. He moved back from her to bend down and in his frustration of hurrying to get to the prize, he grabbed the hem with both hands and tore the material in two. The long split revealed the apex of her legs, and he revelled in the sight of black lace. The loud ripping sound caused Mackenzie to gasp. He quickly pressed his mouth against hers and swallowed her noise.

  He dropped the material in favor of touching her. He ran his fingers under the torn fabric and caressed her hip before pushing them inside the top of her underwear and tugging them down. Barely able to remove his lips from hers, he pushed the panties blindly down around her thighs, shoving his hand in their place.

  Mackenzie moaned again when he deftly rocked the palm of his hand against her. The man has skills, mad skills. The pressure against Mackenzie’s clit was immense and she desperately wanted more. She wriggled her legs as much as she could to get her panties to fall down further, as Sir continued to palm her teasingly, while kissing her furiously. When she finally felt the material around her ankles she managed to kick them off one leg, then lifted it up against his hip to give him more room.

  “Birth control?” he breathed out against her mouth.

  “I’m covered,” Mackenzie breathed back before kissing him again.

  “Good.” He spoke between kisses. “I want no barriers… between us this time.”

  He hastily undid his pants, shoving them down before guiding himself to her entrance. He paused with his tip right there and looked intently into her eyes.

  “This is about you, Mackenzie, after tonight there will be no need to doubt me again.”

  He slid inside her slowly, she was more than ready for this, for him. He kept his eyes trained on hers, and then stilled when he’d filled her completely. The intensity between them had her heart pounding rapidly but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. He leaned forward, giving her a gentle kiss before sucking her top lip between his teeth and clamping down. Dragging his teeth and mouth away, he circled his hips and caught her eye again, pulling back until he was at her entrance once more. He rubbed himself on her clit and she trembled. She was nearing breaking point, although she knew he’d only just begun. He inched his way back inside her, deliciously slow. And when he’d reached his limits she lifted her head from the wall and kissed his lips. He growled against her mouth.

  His body was rigid with tension, the feel of her body molding to his was heavenly, but it wasn’t enough. He could feel himself losing his grip, losing control of his own actions. His hands found their way to her throat as he pulled his hips back gradually. He was trying to prove his point, show her how much he wanted her. He had planned on giving it to her slowly and sensually but now he was inside her he couldn’t get enough. He charged forward, slamming her so hard against the wall that an ‘umph’ sounded from her throat. He again withdrew gently and then slammed back in to her.

  She felt him reach so deep into her womb that she saw stars. It was painful, but so, so good. With both hands she latched onto his hair. She pulled it gently, threading her fingers in and locking on tight.

  He loved her green eyes even more in the throes of ecstasy, he purposefully pushed his way into her and watched them slightly roll back in her head. He tightened his hands around her throat and kissed her lips. She sucked on his tongue and he loosened his grip. Moving one hand to her breast, he tugged her dress downwards, exposing her black lace covered flesh. He pressed his hand inside her bra, pushing the lace aside. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb while squeezing her bare breast. His other hand moved to her side, squeezing her hip before moving to her ass.

  Thank fuck for heels, he thought as he pounded into her. The height her stilettos afforded her meant that he didn’t have to lift her, leaving both hands free to worship her body and his hips to do whatever they pleased. With knees slightly bent, he pressed her so hard against the wall as he fucked her, that he heard her whimper at the pressure of it. He knew he should slow it down, savor her, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t get enough. He bit the top of her breast again, sucking her silky skin and flesh into his mouth. Her hand tightened in his hair and he sought out her other one. Entwining his fingers with hers, he raised her arm above her head.

  She flexed her fingers in his as he held her hand against the wall. She moaned into his mouth when his lips again reached hers. Writhing between him and the wall, she bit his lip as he drove into her, deep and hard. With one leg hoisted around his waist and the other balancing on her high heel against the floor, she felt wide open, yet empowered. She felt desired. He was devouring her and she loved it. Her insides clenched and she closed her eyes briefly before looking back at him. He lifted his head from suckling her breast and held her gaze intently.

  She stared at him and he felt himself begin to go rigid inside her. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. Repositioning his angle, he thrust forward, hard. He knew he’d hit the right spot when she moaned in appreciation and her supporting leg buckled. He steadied her before driving forward again, increasing his pace. She cried out and he crushed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue in her mouth as he rammed into her. She came undone, her muscles contracting around him tightly. He moved his head back so that he could watch her. She was never more beautiful than when her face was flushed and her lust-filled eyes were on his. Her cries of ecstasy pushed him over the edge and he lost himself inside her, exploding with unprecedented force.

  She felt his hot liquid warming her from the inside as he continued to rock into her. He again sucked hard at her breast. He was causing her pain and she was surprised at just how much she was loving it. He rode out his orgasm then looked up at her with hooded eyes, while resting his chin on her now marked breast.

  He stared up at her a moment, his breath heavy. The depth of emotion he suddenly felt unnerved him. He put it down to the loss of power he felt. He’d lost control with her, again, it was not his style – he’d always prided himself for retaining control, in all things in life. He shook his head to clear it, and reluctantly withdrew from her body, tucking himself back in, before collapsing on the floor. He folded his arms over his face and let out a deep breath, before looking up at the woman above him, propped against the wall.

  Sir beckoned her to join him on the floor. She willingly went. She lay down beside him and he pulled her into his side. They lay spent, on the carpeted hallway of his mansion, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm around hers. She gazed up into his eyes. They didn’t hold the cold look she had seen after his last orgasm and it was comforting. There was something about the man, and what he could offer, that she craved immensely and she couldn’t see herself tiring of it any time soon. She just hoped that whatever it was he was expecting of her, it was something she could give. One thing was for sure, she wouldn’t doubt him again in a hurry.

  Still struggling a little to even out her breathing, she looked down between their bodies. Sir’s jacket was nowhere to be seen, other than that, his outfit was barely touched, just his pants undone and white shirt slightly untucked. Mackenzie, on the other hand, was a right mess. Her dress had been tugged below one breast and torn from hem to waist, her panties were tangled around one ankle.

  “You really liked my dress, huh?” she said, looking back at him with a giggle.

  “I did,” he replied with a smile, looking down at her body, his eyes lingering on her bare breast. “Was it new?”

  “It was. I bought it today.”

  “That color looks exquisite on you.”

  “Really?” she asked sceptically. “It’s my favorite color.” Though Mackenzie thought it made her pale skin even paler, she couldn’t resist the royal blue elegance when she saw it.

  He adjusted his position, crooking his neck slightly so that he could look her directly in the eye.

  “Mackenzie, you need to understand something about me. If I say it looks exquisite on you, I mean it. I will n
ever lie to you.” Even though he was speaking with sincerity, he felt guilty that it wasn’t the entire truth so far. He would, however, endeavor to make it that way from now on. He would not outright lie to her face again, if he could help it.

  Mackenzie swallowed. “I bought it for you.”

  “It looked expensive.”

  “It was.”

  Mackenzie inspected the tear, the delicate material could not be salvaged. She sighed. Although she had really loved the dress, she would happily exchange ten more just like it, to repeat what they just did. When he’d ripped it open like that, it awoke something primal inside her. Her need for him deepened in that moment, and the death of one dress was a small price to pay to feel so alive.

  “I’ll have it replaced. Where did you buy it?”

  “There’s really no need.”

  “Tell me.” When she didn’t reply, he mumbled haughtily, “I’ll find out myself.”

  She looked at his face and didn’t doubt him. She couldn’t argue with him on the dress because she knew there would be no point. It seemed he could find out things, he was a man of power, he was controlling and she liked it.

  She was looking at him in the way he had craved so often before. There was a softness to her gaze, a sense of peace. The way they were positioned on the floor reminded him of when they shared their first kiss, in his bed, at his apartment.

  That sweet kiss before I rudely pushed her out.

  He wouldn’t do it again. If he had his way, she would never leave.

  His head slowly inched forward, his mouth drawn to hers. The electricity hummed between their lips when they touched. He kissed her slowly, savoring her plump, soft flesh.

  “Mmm,” she moaned into their kiss. This one was sweet, gentle and more. As his tongue slid against hers slowly, and sensually, Mackenzie couldn’t help but wonder what would come next for them.

  After a few minutes lying on the floor, kissing gently, he pulled back with a contented smile and helped Mackenzie up. She was a vision, even when she was a dishevelled mess wearing a torn dress. Her dark hair was tangled and her make-up smudged – it was a sexy look on her. She looked down and giggled, making him grin. She pulled the top of the blue dress back over her breast, adjusted the skirt and returned to the bathroom. He watched her disappear from the hall with a pair of black lace panties hanging off her ankle, right above her sexy high heel shoe. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. Yes, she was a vision. He folded his arms and leaned against the opposite wall to wait for her, the grin not leaving his face.