by Keith, Megan
“We have a connection Mackenzie. It’s not something I’ve come across before, never so strongly as this.” He furrowed his brow. “I’m asking you to explore it with me.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re asking me to explore a Dominant/submissive relationship with you?”
“Yes,” he answered with trepidation.
“Have you done this before?” she asked just as carefully.
“No. This is new to me too. As I told you earlier, I want things with you that I haven’t craved before.”
“BDSM?” Mackenzie murmured softly.
“Yes.”
She took a sip of her coffee before answering, “I guess we could try.”
“Guess?” He cocked his eyebrow at her.
“Sorry, I… yes?”
“That sounded like a question, Mackenzie. Why is that? What is your concern?”
“You scared me… you drugged me.”
“And I promised to never do it again. You need to trust me if this is to work… Do you trust me?”
“I do.” Mackenzie didn’t hesitate to answer. She did trust him but she also needed answers. “I just don’t know exactly what this kind of relationship entails. You said you’ve never done it before so how do you know what you’re asking?”
“I haven’t had a ‘relationship’ with a permanent submissive, only temporary ones.”
“One nighters?”
“Yes. I’ve never wanted more. Until you.”
“Why me?” Mackenzie shook her head to clear it. “What makes me so special?”
“Just say yes. Agree to try ...”
“Yes.” The word left her mouth without her giving it permission. There was no hesitation. She couldn’t deny that she wanted to take whatever he was willing to offer. Even if she didn’t know what the rules were.
“Good.” He gave her a nod and then collected his coffee cup from the table. A breakthrough! Finally. He felt very relieved she was in agreement.
The powerful man sitting with her could pull off a goofy grin quite well. It made him seem boyish; it was cute. It made her relax completely. She returned her attention to her breakfast with relief, her nerves finally leaving her. To think, she had been sitting at this table last night worrying he would use her and toss her aside again, she hadn’t considered the opposite occurring. He wanted an arrangement of sorts, a relationship, she still wasn’t quite clear, but he’d said he wanted to keep her and that’s all that mattered. She looked around the room, anywhere but at the man staring at her from across the table. She didn’t belong here, in a place like this, but she was damn sure she was going to give it a red hot go. Enjoy the ride while it lasts!
“Full?” Sir asked, when Mackenzie leaned back in her chair, her croissant gone.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Come. Sit here,” he said, after pushing his plate away. He patted the table in front of him.
Mackenzie sat where he asked. She felt vulnerable and suddenly shy. Keeping her knees together and the robe pulled tight across her body, she folded her arms in front of her.
She was so cute with her legs tucked to the side, dangling awkwardly in the air, he couldn’t supress a chuckle. He gripped her ankles and pried her legs apart, forcing her feet to rest on his thighs. Her eyes widened slightly when he tugged at the sash around her waist. The robe fell open, revealing a slither of her naked flesh. He felt his way under the satin, his hands caressing her full breasts before opening the robe wider and trailing his hands down the curve of her body.
“Much better,” he admired. Leaning to the side, he kept his eyes trained on her while reaching behind her back for the bowl of fruit. “Do you like strawberries, Mackenzie?” he asked, casually leaning back in his chair and taking a bite of a big, fat, juicy strawberry.
“I guess,” she said, her eyes focused on his mouth. He gave her a pointed look because of her answer. “Yes,” she stuttered, correcting herself. He chuckled at the affect he was having on her. She was terrible at hiding her body’s desires.
“Good answer. Place your hands behind your back.” He reached around her for another strawberry. Bringing it to her mouth, he instructed her to, “Bite.”
She wrapped her lips around the fruit and sunk her teeth in. When she pulled back, juice trickled down her chin. He leaned in, catching it with his tongue, before giving her a closed mouth kiss. She smiled at him when he sat back. She licked her lips seductively as she chewed.
He took a deep breath, inhaling her as he leaned in and again moved the strawberry to her mouth. God, she smells so good, draped in my scent. She took another bite of the fruit and watched him with desirous eyes while she chewed. He reached around her for another and bit it. When she swallowed her mouthful he pressed his strawberry to her lips, she opened them and he pulled it away. She followed the fruit with her mouth. He rubbed it against her lips, coating them in its juices before removing it again and kissing her instead.
He slid his tongue along her lips before plunging it into her mouth. It was a hungry kiss and she returned it greedily. Her hands came up to his neck and she pulled her body closer to the edge of the table, closer to him. He ended the kiss abruptly.
“Uh-uh, hands behind your back,” he admonished.
She reluctantly let her hold on him go, putting her hands back where instructed. He smiled at her and her insides clenched. With a light touch, he ran his fingers along the edge of the satin robe, down to her thigh and gently pushed her legs open wider. She shivered. With his other hand, he rubbed the juicy strawberry along her lips once more, teasing her, removing it before she could take a bite. He ran the fruit down her chin, her neck, slowly down to her chest, leaving a trail of moisture on her skin. She shivered again when he moved onto her breast then gently circled her nipple with it. He continued to rub the fruit in circles against her nipple while he kissed her on the lips, then began a slow trail of kisses down her body, his tongue lapping up the juices as he went.
Mackenzie tilted her head upwards with a gasp when his mouth finally enclosed around her hard nipple and began sucking. Her senses were so focused on the feel of his mouth that she didn’t realize, at first, where the fruit was now going. When he pressed it against her lower belly she came to. She looked down at him just in time to catch his eye as he removed his mouth from her breast. She felt her heart skip a beat when he held her gaze.
Pushing his chair back, he bent forward, licking her skin clean, continuing his happy trail. He ran the fruit against her thigh, following it with his tongue. She moaned when he bit her high on the inside of her leg and again when he pressed the strawberry against her clit. He gave her an answering moan when he tasted her juices mixed with the fruit.
“Delicious.”
He touched her opening with the strawberry and she jolted. He sat back and watched her, pressing it against her before putting it to his lips and eating that last bite.
She could have exploded watching him eat like that, from her body. When he grabbed another strawberry and started the dance all over again she thought she just might. He teased her with his tongue and rubbed the strawberry against her wet heat, before lifting it to his mouth and taking another bite. And then again. Once he’d finished that piece of fruit his fingers entered her body as he kissed her pussy hungrily. She closed her eyes and exhaled.
Her insides clamped down on his fingers when she hit the edge of her climax. He quickly removed them, and his mouth, and stood from his chair. He held back. He so badly wanted to pull down his pants and shove his cock inside her, but he wanted her to need him more. She opened her eyes and blinked rapidly, confusion on her face.
“Wh-What…?”
“Delayed gratification. It will do us both some good.” He stepped back and adjusted his erection.
“But-”
“Don’t argue with me. You agreed to play by my rules. Now stay put.”
She closed her legs and tugged her robe closed.
“No.” He opened the robe and pushed her legs
apart again. “Put your hands back behind you, on the table. Stay exactly like this.” His heated gaze trailed her body, focusing for a moment on her breast, at the hickey he’d left the night before. “Perfect. I want you to sit here and think about how much you want my cock inside you right now. Don’t move.”
He left the room. Mackenzie squirmed. She was so highly aroused, she was sure she would be leaving a wet patch behind on the dining room table when she was allowed to move. I can’t believe he left me like this! She froze when she heard Sir talking to someone out in the foyer. She had no idea what he was saying or who he was talking to. She felt panicked that whoever it was could walk into the room at any moment. Was it Simon? Or Hilda? Perhaps the other girl she’d seen on staff, the one that worked with Hilda last night. She was a mousy looking thing and Mackenzie couldn’t help but wonder what kind of shocked reaction that girl would have if she walked in the dining room right now. The muffled voices quietened and Mackenzie thought she heard Sir’s footsteps on the stairs. Where is he going? She didn’t hear the other person leave and she found herself holding her breath, waiting for them to enter the room.
After a few minutes she started to relax a little, thinking they must have left. Perhaps Sir had told them not to go in the room. She stretched her arms behind her head and then placed them on the table behind her again. She was so exposed, practically naked, and so very vulnerable. Her heart was pounding both in anticipation of someone catching her, and desire for the man that left her that way. She was practically dripping with lust. She was tempted to put her own hand between her legs to finish herself off, she was so desperate. How could he leave me like this? It became obvious to her that this was a test. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint him. He wanted her to stay put and so she did.
Oh god, how long is he going to leave me here like this? Mackenzie was becoming restless. Surprisingly though, her desire didn’t waver, if anything, it became stronger.
Eventually she heard footsteps on the stairs. She sat up straighter, her eyes focused on the door. When he casually waltzed in, Mackenzie let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, only for it to catch again when she took in the sight of him. He was dressed in designer jeans and a plain white long sleeved top that hugged his body nicely. The sleeves were pushed up, revealing tanned and muscled forearms complete with sexy arm veins, a weakness of hers. He had on a pair of runners and his hair was wet from a shower. A shower? He left me here while he showered? She wanted to be angry at him but as he came closer, and his eyes swept over her body, she couldn’t. His dark eyes focused on hers when he stood directly in front of her and he smiled.
“Good girl.”
She sat exactly how he had left her. The cold shower he had endured had been worth it. She was so needy right then that it made his heart flutter and his cock stand to attention once more. He dumped the items in his hands on the chair in front of her, dragging it out of the way. He grabbed her by the back of the neck, inching his mouth toward hers, causing her breath to hitch. “Miss me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk, before crushing his lips to hers.
She moaned against his mouth when he inserted his fingers into her sopping wet heat. He thrust them in and out, hurriedly, kissing her passionately until she came. It didn’t take long before her whole body was shuddering under his hands.
“Worth the wait?” he whispered against her neck before kissing it.
“God, yes!” She was still gasping for air. He held her in his arms for a moment before stepping back.
“I brought down some clothes for you to wear.” He motioned to the pile on the dining room chair.
Mackenzie was still reeling from the orgasm he had just given her when she stood on shaky legs. She couldn’t allow herself to ask the question that she really wanted an answer to, didn’t he want some satisfaction as well? She saw him adjust his erection from the corner of her eye but did her best to ignore it. This is his game. If he wanted me, he’d take me.
She lifted a lilac business shirt from the pile and held it against her body. It was long enough to be a dress on her. The next item she saw was a pair of men’s briefs and then a pair of black athletic shorts. She also noted her purse and high heels.
“Um…” She swivelled to face him, her face screwed up with an adorable look of confusion.
“I’m sorry, that’s all I could find that might fit you. Do you remember your way to the bathroom?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied unevenly.
Mackenzie gathered all the items in her arms and walked to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, before leaning against it with a sigh. After cleaning herself up she put the clothing on. The sleeves of his shirt covered her hands. The shorts luckily had a drawstring that she pulled tight around her waist to stop them from falling. His underwear was surprisingly comfy though, even if baggy. She rifled through her bag and applied some make up. At least she could fix her face, pity about the rest of her. She tried to tidy her hair but gave up with a sigh. She reminded herself to make sure to remember her brush the next time she swapped purses. She put on her silver heels and stood in front of the mirror. She looked and felt ridiculous.
She walked back into the dining room with her head held high though. She wouldn’t let him win on this. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment when Sir laughed at her. She felt her own lips curl at the sound. God, I love that laugh!
She looked silly, but so damn cute. The shorts were down to her knees and she had tucked the shirt into the front of them, finishing off the outfit with her sexy heels. He shut his mouth when he saw the smile on her face, even embarrassed, she managed a grin that made his heart beat faster.
“Come here.” He held a hand out to her and when she took it he pulled her against his body and he held her tight. He kissed the top of her head, then led her toward the dining room table and he picked up a hair brush. “May I?” he asked, holding it up.
“Please.” So full of surprises! She turned her back to him when he let go of her hand.
“You have beautiful hair, Mackenzie.”
She’d never, not once as an adult anyway, had her hair brushed by someone who wasn’t a hairdresser. She had no idea how loving and comforting such a simple act could be. She felt more and more cherished with every stroke. There was something so moving about the way he gently swept her hair from her face and brushed it with slow gentle strokes that she felt tears welling in her eyes. I’m turning into such a sook lately! What is wrong with me? She pushed aside her thoughts, instead focusing on the even strokes of the brush and the heat radiating from him against her back. She had never felt anything like it and she never wanted it to end.
“There, that’s better,” he said, putting the brush down on the table when finished. She turned to face him, an odd look on her face. He chuckled at her. “What is it?”
“That was nice.”
She held his gaze for a moment before looking away. He wasn’t sure but it looked like her eyes were wet, he wanted to ask if she was okay but thought the better of it. She was a naturally closed off person and he didn’t want to push her too hard right then.
“Let me take you shopping.”
Mackenzie was taken aback at his sudden suggestion. “I don’t need you to buy me things.”
“You do. I owe you a dress and some underwear.”
“I’m not keeping tabs and you really don’t need to replace them. There is no way I’m going shopping dressed like this, besides the fact I look ridiculous, it will be too cold out there.”
“You agreed to try this relationship with me, so we are going. And you won’t be cold, it’s about seventy-five degrees out there.”
“It is?”
“Yes.” It was unusual for Chicago to have such a warm day in February, but not unheard of. It seemed the sun would be shining down on them today.
“But-”
“No buts, Mackenzie.”
She didn’t know how to argue with him. She was mortified at the thought
of going out in public dressed in such a state. She had a feeling that Sir perhaps felt it was necessary to spend money on the women he dated and she didn’t want to be one of those. She was not after his money.
Though, at the same time, he was right, he did destroy her clothing, so she couldn’t argue that he owed her. It’s not like she could really afford to replace the dress herself, and if they were going to give this ‘relationship’ a go he said he would expect her to go to dinners with him and such… maybe she would need a new dress or two.
But I can’t go out like this! She looked down at the clothes she was wearing and that’s when she spotted Sir’s belt from last night on the floor. It had been kicked under the table and must have been missed by his staff. She bent down to collect it, pulled off the shorts she was wearing and cinched the belt around her waist. She rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and undid the top button.
“There. That’s better.” She smiled a mega-watt smile at him and his eyes wandered over her body. It looked like she was wearing a dress, a sexy dress that showed off her curves perfectly. She flung the shorts at him and they hit him in the face. He wasn’t prepared to catch them, he was too busy admiring the beauty in front of him.
“Wow!” he said, under his breath.
“You like?” She smiled wickedly at him before doing a slow turn. The bottom of the shirt barely covered her ass. Her long legs of milky white perfection called to him and he had the sudden urge to bend her over the table and fuck her senseless. She finished her circle and was again facing him. “Better?”
“I think I’m going to give you all of my shirts to wear from now on. Let’s forget about shopping, you can have them all.”
She laughed – a loud, sexy, full on laugh that made his chest constrict.
“You have an eye for design. You made it look so easy.”
“All I did was add a belt,” she said with a giggle. “It looks better than what you had me wearing. I’m creative.”
“As am I, Mackenzie. Particularly with a belt.” She gasped. “It will serve you well to remember that.” He grabbed her purse and thrust it toward her before taking hold of her hand and pulling her from the room. “Let’s get out of here before I change my mind.”