Eraser Crimson

by Megan Keith

  Her heart skipped a beat at his words. It was all Nate, his voice filled with warmth and admiration. He wasn’t being the Sir she no longer required. She needed this guy. She was happy to play these games, have some fun, explore and indulge in untold pleasures, but underneath it all she was beginning to realize she needed the comforting voice of Nate. Not Sir.

  He fucked her body hard, gripping her skin with fingers that were bound to leave a mark, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was a man on a mission and that was to get what he needed. He was chasing an orgasm that was about to rip through his body any second now. He could feel Mackenzie was almost there and he wanted them to do it together.

  “Fuck! Yes! Yes!” she called when her body started convulsing and he let himself go, violently spilling inside her.

  Dropping his weight forward, he whispered her name against the center of her back. He trailed kisses all over her skin as they continued to rock gently against each other. She shivered and he quickly pulled out of her body. “Come on, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

  He stood, tucked himself back into his boxers, leaving his pants undone. He put his hand out for Mackenzie to take and pulled her up from the floor. Pushing her in front of him he guided her by her hips. His mind was a mess, all he could focus on was the perfect body in front of him. The gorgeous heels and the even better legs. The tight ass that still held a redness to it from his hands. His hands that were now gripping her sides. The feel of her skin under his finger tips and palms. The long, dark brown, wavy hair swishing slightly against her flawless back as she walked. I need her.

  When they entered the bedroom he was at a loss for words that she was here again. Finally. After months of dreaming about it, and only once before having her in this room, he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first. But for her he made a snap decision. She wanted a Dom tonight and she was going to get it.

  “Lie your stomach across here,” he instructed, guiding her toward one side of the room and pointing to the ottoman. She hesitated and he could see the apprehension in her eyes. He ran a finger down the side of her face, stepping into her until he could taste her breath, his nostrils filled with her perfume. “Don’t lose your bravado now, this is what you wanted. Remember?” he whispered.

  Mackenzie’s breath hitched at the intensity of his eyes and she shivered at the contact. Surprisingly though, she was relieved at his reassuring tone.

  “Now lay yourself across this, knees on the floor.”

  Mackenzie did as instructed, glad to feel the carpet below her knees instead of the cold, hard tiles of the other room. She lay her head against the leather, turning it on the side to watch him go to the walk in closet.

  “Close your eyes,” he said a moment later, exiting the doorway, and she did, before Mackenzie had a chance to see what he had in his hands. She heard him walk to her and place something on the floor behind her folded legs. “You can open them now.”

  Nate knelt in front of her. Grabbing one wrist he pulled it to the edge of the ottoman and started wrapping it in a piece of jute. Without having to be instructed, Mackenzie moved her other hand forward so he could bind the two. Once done, he let her hands go and picked up the black strip of material from the floor.

  “I’m going to gag you.” He watched her eyes widen.

  “But how will I use the safe word if I can’t talk?”

  “Trust me. You won’t need it. Clasp your hands like this.” He joined his palms together and linked his fingers. “And if you want me to stop just unlink your fingers and wave them like this.” He held his wrists together as if they were invisibly bound, opened his hands and spreading his fingers wide, he wriggled them in demonstration. She nodded but uncertainty marred her features. Nate hated it. He wished she would just trust him explicitly already. “I promise to watch your hands.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Now open your mouth.”

  Mackenzie swallowed then allowed him to thread the material through her lips, wrap it around her head, and tie it at the back. Her heart raced erratically but when her eyes again caught his as he knelt before her, the back of his fingers caressing her cheek, she took a deep breath in through her nose and began to relax. The cold look of Sir was no longer present, the warmth of Nate eased the tension in her body. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, further easing her mind.

  With her hands bound in front of her, a gag in her mouth, and her body bent over and pressed against the leather, that had now warmed with her body heat, she felt a surge of arousal. She wanted this. She’d asked for this – to be surprised and pleasured by this man. She knew in that moment everything would be okay, the unknown with him wasn’t something to be feared. She could trust him. He wasn’t going to hurt her … not physically anyway. The more she thought about it the more she knew, the only way Nate could hurt her was emotionally.

  He could break her heart.

  As he moved beside the length of her body his fingers ghosted along her skin, making her pulse race and setting her body ablaze.

  He ran his fingers over the raised globe of her ass before grabbing hold of the top string of her thong and dragging it slowly down. He watched the goose bumps raise across her skin and his cock went to half-mast already. God, I’m insatiable around her. The material caught on her hip and he lost his patience.

  The pull Sir made on her underwear was almost painful when he suddenly became aggressive. Mackenzie groaned against her gag when the audible tear resonated around her ears and the material disappeared. He’d torn them clear off her body and it made her hotter than ever. She felt intoxicated. His hand ran down the crack of her ass and a hiss erupted from Sir’s mouth. He pumped his finger in and out of her pussy a couple of times.

  “Feel that? Can you feel my cum on you, Mackenzie?” He coated his finger, spreading their combined essence before easing a finger into her tight back hole.

  Mackenzie stilled, letting a small moan escape as she adjusted to the feel of it. He slid his finger out and back in again. Though she liked the sensation, she found herself getting anxious as to where he was heading.

  “Relax, I won’t take you where you’re not ready to go, papillon.”

  His words had the desired calming effect. The fact that he had again read her so well sent a whirlwind of unexpected emotions swirling through Mackenzie’s head. How does he know to say the exact right thing? The way he read her mind and her body made her feel (amongst other things) it made her feel safe.

  He removed all contact and admired the view in front of him. Her bare ass and glistening pussy right there for the taking. Her flawless skin and shiny hair spread in front of him. He reached for the flogger from the floor beside his knee. Raising it he slowly brought it down across her back. She jumped and moaned with pleasure.

  “Do you like that?”

  She nodded excitedly. It was unexpected but it felt so, so good.

  He did it again, diagonally across her back. Watching her hands for any sign of distress, he went in for a third, slightly harder, hit. Her answering moan was louder and she bucked her hips toward him. She was enjoying it. Nate groaned with satisfaction before standing to remove his clothes.

  Mackenzie flexed and then tightened her entwined fingers, clasping them tighter. She adjusted her mouth around her gag and looked over her shoulder to see him in his naked glory, his eyes dark with desire and trained on her ass. She relaxed her butt muscles in anticipation. She saw him raise the flogger and pull his arm down sharply. The thwack sound resonated around the room, the sting she felt on her ass was more pleasurable than when he had smacked her with his bare hands. It felt amazing. Her muscles clenched and she could feel herself climbing toward another orgasm.

  The loud muffled moan that escaped around her gag with the first hit across her ass had his cock throbbing. He did it again hitting only one cheek then a stroke on the other. He continued flogging her, alternating b
etween cheeks and intensity of each hit, keeping her guessing. The sounds she was making around her gag, and the way she was rotating her hips, informed him that she was close, very close, to climax. He threw the flogger to the floor, dropping to his knees behind her. Grabbing her ass with both hands he shoved his way inside her.

  “Come Mackenzie. Come around me.” He thrust his hips fast and hard and felt her muscles contracting around him. “That’s it babe … own it.”

  His mouth went dry as he struggled to breathe. Her body felt amazing as she squeezed him and shuddered, moaning loudly around her gag. The muffled sound only bringing his own orgasm to a glorious head.

  “Oh … fuck … god, yes!” He pumped his seed into her. They both continued to rotate their hips against one another, squeezing every last bit of their orgasms out. Nate leaned forward, resting his chest on her back.

  She welcomed the weight of his heated body along hers. They were both slick with sweat, both breathing heavily. His cock continued moving minutely inside her. Mackenzie was relieved when he reached up and undid the tie of her gag. She flexed her jaw when she felt the material disappear. She was able to inhale a deep breath through her mouth again and it was a welcomed feeling.

  “Oh,” Mackenzie mumbled in disappointment when Nate’s body left hers slumped against the ottoman. She felt so physically drained.

  “Can you stand?” Nate asked, leaning over her.

  “I’m not sure that I can,” she replied through a breathy smile.

  Nate hooked his hands under her arms and raised her to her feet before quickly bending to sit her back on her bottom.

  “Here let me …” Nate crouched in front of her and concentrated on undoing her bound hands, then he removed her heels, stockings and garters. He took his time, savoring her.

  Mackenzie watched in fascination, noting he was unable to meet her eye. What’s that about? Her eyes took in all of his features, his slightly furrowed brow, intense dark eyes, the straight line of his lips. She wanted to see him smile. She couldn’t wipe the satisfied one off her own lips and needed him to feel the same as she did.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered. His eyes flicked to hers and she could see the unease there.

  “Really?”

  “Oh-my-god-yes!” The change in his face at those four words was immeasurable. His lips curved into that special flashy smile, his brow flattened out and his eyes lit up. Mackenzie heart raced at the sight.

  “I’m so relieved.”

  “Where’s the confident Sir gone?” Her hands now unbound, she lifted a finger to his face and traced a line down his cheek.

  “I’ve made so many mistakes with you, Mackenzie. I don’t want to make any more,” he said carefully, in a moment of honesty. “You’re too important to me. I don’t want to ruin this.”

  Her heart fluttered at the sentiment. Nate was back in full force and Mackenzie smiled big at his words. He cleared his throat, reached around her back with one arm, hooked his other under her knees and stood up. Carrying her bridal style to the bathroom. He kissed her softly on the lips before standing her gently beside the shower. He reached in and turned on the tap before facing her. Mackenzie reached behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Keeping her eyes on the man in front of her. She noted his eyes focus on her breasts. He took a step in her direction, his hands coming to cup and fondle them. Mackenzie’s eyes searched his lust-filled ones, locking on them a moment before he blinked and turned to step into the shower.

  “Come. Let me wash you.”

  She let him take her hand and lead her into the hot spray. She stood with the water cascading down her back as Nate moved in behind her. He filled his hands with liquid soap and started lathering her shoulders working his way down her back and onto her ass. Mackenzie moaned contentedly at the feel of his hands running over her body.

  “Are you sore?”

  “No, not at all.” Mackenzie was surprised that she didn’t feel the least bit tender, not even when he was massaging her ass. “What was that thing you were hitting me with? A flogger?”

  “Yes. You enjoyed that.”

  “I did. I thought it would be painful but it wasn’t at all, a little bit of sting, but it felt good. What was it made of?”

  “Elk. Some floggers are made for pain,” he leaned forward and seductively whispered in her ear, “but I prefer pleasure.”

  Mackenzie turned to face him. Raising her arms to drape them over his shoulders, she stood on the tips of her feet and placed a tender kiss on his lips.

  “Thank you.”

  “For?” he asked.

  “For knowing exactly what I need. I had no idea it could be like this.” Mackenzie felt a sudden overwhelming emotion that caused tears to form in her eyes. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was so she grabbed hold of the soap in an attempt to distract herself. Lathering her hands she turned her attention to washing Nate’s hard body. She paid particular attention to his chest and the spattering of dark hair that resided there. She could feel the strong beat of his heart under her palms.

  He rested his hands on her hips while she set about washing his body. He groaned when she reached behind him to run her hands down his back. She massaged his butt, pulling herself against his body to slide her hands down to cup his balls from behind, before gliding them around the tops of his thighs and onto his cock. He was getting hard again. It was so late and he knew he should be going to sleep if he wanted to be alert for his busy schedule the next day at work, but there was no way he would be getting any shut-eye any time soon. Not with this woman near him. He made sure they were both rinsed clean and then turned off the water. He had to have her again.

  Mackenzie let out a small squeal when Nate picked her up and carried her from the shower. He unceremoniously plonked her behind on the bathroom counter, kissing her passionately on the mouth before moving on to nuzzle her neck. Her fingers clung to his hair and she closed her eyes in pleasure, tilting her head for him. He lifted to look her in the eye before pressing a closed-mouth kiss on her lips and stepping away to grab a couple of fluffy white towels. He wrapped one around her shoulders and then set to work on drying her thighs down to her feet. When he turned his back to collect a towel for himself Mackenzie jumped from the counter and continued drying herself.

  They watched each other in silence as they dried off, the air between them thick with sexual tension. Mackenzie followed Nate’s lead and threw the towels into the hamper then left the room. She collected her bra on the way out and then went to the ottoman to collect her thong. She held up the scrap of torn material.

  Mackenzie’s raised eyebrow and cheeky smile as the torn underwear dangled from the end of her finger made Nate laugh.

  “Sorry about that.”

  “No you’re not.” She laughed.

  “Actually, you’re right, I’m not,” he said with a shrug.

  “Neither am I. Good thing this handsome man I know bought me a heap of new lingerie recently.” She flung the material at him and it hit him in the chest.

  He growled and lunged for her. Mackenzie squealed when he tossed her over his shoulder, took a couple of strides toward the bed and threw them both onto the mattress.

  “Handsome, huh?” He smirked at her, placing his arms on either side of her head and rubbing his nose against hers.

  “Very.”

  Mackenzie brushed the damp hair from his forehead, wound her hands around his nape and lifted her head to press a kiss to his lips. He kissed her quickly then jumped from the bed.

  “Don’t move,” he said sternly.

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  He walked over to the mini stereo in the corner of the room and turned it on. The fast, yet mellow beat spread across the room – the mesmerizing music she recognized as ‘Hunter’ by 30 Seconds to Mars. She watched Nate’s naked form retreat to the closet and come back out with his hands behind his back. He stalked toward her and she squirmed in anticipation. Nate climbed onto the bed, his d
ark eyes intense and focused on hers. His slow movements matched the sensual lyrics, surrounding her and seeping into her body. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

  With his knees against her right hip he leaned over her, bringing one arm from behind his back he showed her a white feather before he ran it across her stomach in a figure eight pattern, causing her muscles to twitch. His cock throbbed in answer as he did it again. He moved it lightly across her bare pubic bone before circling her hips and gliding it up between her breasts. She shivered and squirmed under his touch.

  “That tickles,” she whispered, breathlessly.

  “Don’t move,” Nate demanded. He inhaled a deep breath and closed his eyes as he savored the scent of her perfume. When he re-opened them he watched the feather glide over her. His eyes focused on the tiny goose bumps forming across her skin and he just had to taste.

  When his lips touched her body she almost jumped clear off the bed. He trailed hot wet kisses over her, making her body writhe with pleasure. Remaining completely still was no longer an option. Nate continued to run the feather up to her neck then down to her breasts, circling her nipples before moving down onto her belly button, to her thighs and all the way to the soles of her feet, his tongue chasing the feather the Whole. Damn. Way.

  She felt like she was going to explode and when Nate’s eyes caught hers she almost did. Mackenzie was so wet and excited, mewling with delight and desperation as he tormented her. He nipped at her, licked and kissed her, all the while trailing the feather along her skin as the hauntingly beautiful music played on repeat. It was driving her wild. She needed more, she needed something, he was moving too slowly, too lost in the moment. Her hands moved to cup her heavy breasts, squeezing them gently while Nate continued his silent assault.

  His eyes focused on her hands as she massaged herself. He trailed the feather over her neck. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Nate used his other hand to slide it between her legs, feeling her wetness on his fingers he salivated at the thought of tasting her.