Eraser Crimson

by Megan Keith

  “Just be careful.”

  She turned to Alex and gave him a reassuring smile. “I promise to be careful.”

  A moment later, she felt a large presence behind her and spun around to find Simon standing on the other side of the bar.

  “Ms. Reed.” He gave her a brisk nod.

  “Hi Simon!” She smiled at him, unable to contain her glee at being able to see Nate soon. “Alex, this is my ride. Do you mind closing up on your own tonight?”

  “Sure. No problem.” Alex smiled at her but it didn’t reach his eyes. His concern was endearing but unnecessary. He eyed Simon warily. He was a big man, but to her, he seemed to be a gentle giant. She felt safe around Simon.

  Mackenzie had an extra bounce in her step when she went to the staff room to collect her overnight bag.

  “Bye Alex!” she called as she passed him on her way back out. When she rounded the bar she was surprised to see that Simon had her coat in his hands, the one she’d left at the mansion. He held it out for her and she turned so he could help her into it. It was a sweet gesture. “Such a gentleman, Simon,” she gushed and she swore the man blushed at her words. “Thank you.”

  She was even more grateful for the thicker coat when Simon opened the door of the bar and a gush of cold night air hit. She shivered and he quickly ushered her toward the car. Simon helped her into the back seat, closing the door behind her with a solid thud. Her heart was hammering in her chest in anticipation. She thought about how different this trip was to the last time she had been driven to Nate’s apartment. She only knew him as Sir then and had been blindfolded the whole time. She had felt his presence on the seat beside her. She closed her eyes and recalled that feeling. Her breathing became heavier and tingles ran through her body.

  Mackenzie had not known what lay ahead of her that night, but tonight … it would be whatever she wanted. She smiled to herself thinking how funny it would be if she said she wanted to watch a DVD and curl up on a couch with him. Would he do that? She had a feeling Nate would, but would Sir? The ever aroused sex god probably wouldn’t allow that to happen. Which one was she seeing tonight? It suddenly occurred to her that she had the control. Maybe she could bring whichever one she wanted to the forefront. It was a strange power to behold.

  Simon had walked Mackenzie into the apartment, then bid her good night, closing the door on his way out. She now stood in an empty living room. Though the term ‘living’ didn’t seem to fit the space. It felt cold, not homely at all. Shiny, stark white tiles lined the floor, modern white leather seats were arranged sparsely, white walls holding detached-looking bland colored artwork framed the room and a lonely potted plant sat on the floor to her side. The small palm the only splash of color and life in the whole room. It was nothing like his beautifully decorated mansion. That felt like a home, an overly large one, but still inviting. This place felt clinical. Definitely more Sir than Nate.

  Nate butted his cigarette out in the ashtray, the blistering cold wind biting his fingers and cheeks. Sliding the glass door open he stepped from the balcony back into the warm apartment and froze at the sight of the beautiful woman standing in the center of the room.

  “Mackenzie,” he greeted her, his legs making quick work at eating up the space between them. He cupped both of her cheeks and placed a tender kiss on her lips. He had been waiting more than thirteen hours to have her back in his grasp, his lips on hers. Too fucking long.

  Mackenzie shivered at the coldness of his hands. She sighed into his mouth before his hot tongue dipped in and she fell into his kiss. He tasted of cigarettes, scotch, and just HIM. His hands rested on the sides of her face when he pulled back to look at her, his dark eyes focusing on her green ones. She was struck by the thought that all day a part of her had been missing and now, back in his arms, she felt whole again.

  “Hi,” she said, almost shyly.

  “You’re finally here.” He pressed another kiss to her lips before moving his hands down to her neck, back, then lower to cup her ass. Pulling her against his body, he said, “It was a really long day.” He kissed her chin, neck and collarbone as his hands skimmed the edge of her skirt. He inhaled her sweet perfume, loving that she was back in his arms. His fingers trailed up her thighs, lifting her tight black skirt as they went.

  “Nate,” she whimpered.

  He glided his fingers over the garters on her thighs, she shivered and his cock hardened. He found the edge of her panties, quickly tugged them aside and slid a finger inside her. She was already wet and ready for him. He sucked in a quick breath.

  “So fucking good.”

  “Ahh,” she gasped. He withdrew his finger then re-inserted two. She bucked against him. “Your fingers are cold,” she whispered, her hands tangling in his dark hair as she leaned into him. He started pumping his fingers in and out of her body, the coldness of his flesh only adding to her pleasure. She was clenching and climbing, aching to climax.

  He could read her body, she was close, she needed it. Tightening his arm around her waist, he increased his pace, bending his fingers to hit that special spot. She leaned her chest against him, her head lifting, back arching, she was gasping into his neck, her hot heat clenching around his fingers.

  “Come for me,” he pleaded. He needed her pleasure as much as he needed his own. He wanted to give her all that she desired, he wanted to give her … fucking everything.

  “Ahh …” Her whole body twitched and writhed against him. “Yes,” she croaked out, desperate for oxygen in her lungs, her mouth dry as her orgasm ripped through her. “Mmm.” She clung to the lapels of his jacket, resting her forehead on his chest, just below his shoulder, breathing heavily on weak legs.

  “Hi,” he murmured into her hair as he withdrew his fingers.

  “Some greeting.” She smiled, squeezing her eyes shut tight, trying to regain some composure. “I thought I was meant to decide what we do tonight.” She was out of breath as she spoke.

  “Ah, yes.” He stepped back to look at her hooded eyes, trying to appear at least a little apologetic, though he felt nothing of the sort. The look on her face made it obvious she didn’t believe him for a second either. He chuckled. “Mackenzie, something tells me that if you objected to what I just did, you would have spoken up.”

  “True.” She smiled genuinely before placing a soft kiss to his lips. “Can I use your bathroom?”

  “Of course.” He turned, placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her toward the bedroom. They stepped inside the door and Nate pointed to the ensuite to the right. “Go right ahead. I’ll wait for you out here.” He left her to it, retreating to the living area.

  Memories of their first night together flooded her mind as her eyes took in the room. It was a large bedroom, modern, stark, and only a little more inviting than the living room. White walls, charcoal carpet, a bed with black and white linen. A black armchair sat in the corner – the armchair that held her clothes the last time she was here. She gulped in discomfort. It was the corner where she stood to get dressed when she had been dismissed. In the opposite corner, near the large wall of glass overlooking the city, there was the small side table that held a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid, she presumed to be Glenfiddich, a couple of glasses beside it. One of which he had drank from when he’d turned so cold and told her to leave. She swallowed a lump in her throat, looking away.

  Her eyes caught sight of a large black leather ottoman to her left. It was a rectangular shaped piece of furniture, low to the ground, and she immediately knew that it must have been what she had knelt beside that night. The leather her face had been pressed against when she was blindfolded, her arms bound behind her back – she squeezed her thighs together as moisture pooled between them – when Sir had given Mackenzie her first experience at anal play. She looked to the bed where he handcuffed her, made her body cry out for more, where he had fucked her hard and given her their first ever kiss.

  Yes, her mind swirled with an array of emotions in this room, but the
one that was winning out was desire. She decided right then what she needed to do.

  Ruby red lips were what he noticed first. The color her mouth was freshly painted in stood out against her pale skin and hair so dark. She had removed her work shirt and skirt and was now standing in the doorway wearing a black lacy bra, matching thong, black stockings and garters. But it was the heels that his eyes stalled on. They were killer. They had to be the sexiest stilettos he’d ever seen. How he hadn’t noticed them when she’d first arrived, he’ll never know. They were black with diamantes or rhinestones … whatever the fuck you called them they were wrapped over her feet like cuffs. No, collars. One thing was missing in this picture and that was a matching collar around her neck. His cock strained at the thought of collaring her, making her his, in every way. He shook his head. No, that’s not who Mackenzie is, she’s more than that. Besides, it’s not like I’ve ever collared anyone before.

  He was casually leaning back in one of the arm chairs, his burgundy tie loosened around his neck and the top two buttons of his shirt undone, his jacket open wide. Though he was across the room, Mackenzie could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, see the desire in his dark eyes. Propping one foot against the wall, her knee bent, she leaned against it and gave him her most seductive look.

  “Want to play a game?” she asked, smiling wickedly at him.

  “What type of game, Mackenzie?” His answering smile made her breath hitch.

  “I want you, Sir. I want you to give me pleasure like I’ve never known before.”

  She winked at him and he chuckled at her playfulness.

  With her heart beating erratically in her chest, she said, “I want something like that first night in this apartment. Surprise me.”

  His primal urges instantly took over his body at her words, but, deep down, somewhere hidden in the recesses of his mind he felt … disappointed. In himself. In her. He didn’t want to dwell in that headspace. He didn’t want to be hidden in that detached persona any longer. Not now. Not after he’d spent so much time with her, his feelings growing by the second. He was quick to quell those thoughts though. He wanted her more than he had ever desired any other woman and that overwhelming need came first.

  “Come.” He beckoned to her with his hand. Using her foot, she pushed off the wall and took a step. He held his palm up to stop her and she instantly stilled. “On your knees. Crawl to me.” He gulped when she instantly dropped to the floor. So obedient. He adjusted his pants and sat up straighter, his eyes trained on her. “Slower, Mackenzie. I want to observe you.”

  Her knee must have caught on the edge of one of the tiles because she winced. The sadistic part of him, the one he wanted to squash, was thrilled at that, but another part of him wanted to ask if she was okay. He ignored the war going on in his head and said nothing. She continued on, sashaying the bare cheeks of her delicious ass in the air. She had her back arched and her green eyes focused on his. She moved cat-like and looked elegant doing so. She looked too fucking good to be true – the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

  When her hands were spread on the floor, inches from his shoes she stopped, bit her lip and looked up at him with eyes full of desperate need and desire to be accepted, loved. She may not have meant for that to be seen, but he could see it. She needed him and he was going to prove to her that he could be exactly what she wanted – her man. Later. For now, he was going to give her what she’d asked for – a Dom.

  “Kiss my shoes, Mackenzie.” Her eyes didn’t even flicker, no question in them, no hesitation, just obedience that had his hard cock twitching. She leaned down gracefully, kissing the tip of one shoe and then the other. “Good girl. Now take them off.”

  As she set about undoing his laces, he felt like an ass. He’d seen these games before, hell he’d played them, he knew that he was meant to love it, and he kind of did, but at the same time the war in his head continued. He’d only ever wanted to make Mackenzie happy. In all those months of watching her at The Blue Room he’d craved all of these things, to have her obey, be demeaned at his hands, treated as his slave, his sub … but now, she was his woman. The conflict and inner turmoil was unexpected and he didn’t like unexpected.

  Mackenzie removed Sir’s second shoe and looked up at his face. She saw his brow was crinkled and his eyes distant, looking through her like he was lost in thought. She hesitated a moment before quietly asking, “Is everything okay, Sir?” He blinked, looked down on her and moved his hand to cup her chin. This wasn’t Sir. He smiled and she smiled back. There he is, my Nate, she thought, looking up into his warm, dark brown eyes. My Nate? When did I start calling him that?

  “Yes, everything’s fine.” He dropped his hand back to his knee and cleared his throat. “Now, undo my pants.”

  He leaned back in his chair and let his legs fall open wider. Mackenzie sat up higher on her knees, wedging herself between his. She reached for his belt buckle and slid it undone, then the button and fly of his suit pants before reaching inside his boxers to free him. He was rock hard, silky smooth and veiny, he had the most attractive cock she’d ever seen. She fisted him and looked into his eyes, awaiting his next instruction. She smirked at him seductively, surmising exactly what that would be. She licked her lips in anticipation.

  “Kiss it,” he breathed loudly. She jolted at his words and then did as she was told, lightly kissing the tip of his cock. “Again.” His voice was raspy and full of need. Mackenzie squeezed her hand around him and leaned down to place another kiss on his tip. Then she moved her mouth to the side and kissed him again, and again. She kept kissing his large cock, waiting for him to give her the go ahead to suck it. If she was feeling the torture of desperation, of wanting to put him in her mouth, surely he must be feeling it too. She darted her tongue out to test the waters, looking up at him as she licked the drop of moisture from his tip.

  “Oh, for the love of … please, suck it!” He had tried to hold out but he needed her. He needed her hot, wet mouth surrounding him, drawing him into her delectable body. He needed it so fucking badly. He felt his balls tighten as her mouth slid around him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and fisted him and caressed him with her tongue. “So fucking good.”

  He ran his hands over her head, tightening his fingers in her hair. He assisted her movements, pulling her up and pushing her down. Her moans vibrated around his cock, he could tell she loved taking him as much as he loved her doing it.

  Over and over again she took, all the way to the back of her throat, fucking him hungrily with her mouth. She loved the control, the sound of his moans, the power she held, the way his fingers curled in her hair and the way his hips shifted ever so slightly when he was overcome with pleasure. Pleasure she was giving him. And when his control slipped and he began to move more, when he started to forcefully pound into her mouth, she loved that too. The dirty feeling it elicited to be taken by him, to have her hair pulled as he fucked her in that way, was strangely empowering. She had no problem with him using her body for his pleasure. She fucking loved it.

  Her beautiful jade eyes focused on his and he almost came undone.

  “Stop!” He pulled her head up by tugging on her hair. He was breathing heavy, fighting for control. He squeezed his eyes shut then reopened them to focus on the woman kneeling before him. She licked her lips and smiled. And he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found her. He needed her then, more than he had ever before. “Turn around.”

  She moved silently until she was on her knees with her back to him, her shoes against the bottom of the chair he was seated in.

  “Bend over.” She bent forward until she was on all fours again. “Lower yourself. I want you to place your cheek against the floor.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Mackenzie slid downwards, laying her arms in front of her, palms flat, forearms resting against the cold tiles. She shivered. Reluctantly she pressed her cheek against the tile in front of her, the chill making her gasp. Her breasts connected with the cold floor
, too, her nipples tightening at the contact that even her bra couldn’t protect them from.

  Her quick orgasm earlier from his cold fingers had given him the idea of heat and cold. As the top half of her body was taking in the chill of the floor he set about making her ass feel the heat. He inched forward until he was on the edge of his seat and started rubbing her cheeks with his hands, warming them.

  Slap! The sound echoed around the room. Slap! Mackenzie loved the feel of his hands on her. The slaps kept coming, broken intermittently by soothing warm hands that rubbed against her skin. His fingers ran the length of her crack, caressing her along the black string of her thong, her thong that was soaked in her arousal. He continued to slap and rub and caress her skin until she was ready to explode. This man and those hands!

  He smacked that ass until he couldn’t take it anymore. The skin of her cheeks were a delicious shade of crimson. Her moans of pleasure were doing his head in. He needed her, needed to be inside her body. He fell to his knees.

  She heard a scraping sound as the armchair behind them slid across the tiles. From the corner of her eye she saw the ugly wall art shake against the wall as the chair crashed into it with a heavy thump. And then he was there, his body against hers, leaning over her back. A hand tugged her hair, lifting her face from the floor. She arched her back so that his lips could reach her mouth as he came in for a heated kiss that ended as abruptly as it started. He let her hair go, his hands gripping her hips as he slid his cock between her legs. She moaned at the contact.

  He tugged roughly at her wet thong, pulling it away from her body so that he could slide his cock into where it belonged. He lodged himself deep with one thrust.

  “Yes!” she called on a moan.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said as he started moving. He swivelled his hips against her ass, sliding his cock along the walls of her pussy. “I can’t get enough of you Mackenzie. Never enough.”