Eraser Lilac (2 page)

“Good.” The scissors pressed over the top of her dress again.

“Wait, wait. Don’t we need a safe word or something?” Mackenzie asked in a rush, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

His eyes softened and focused on hers. “Okay.”

Mackenzie sighed in relief.  She stared at him and swallowed. 
I can do this. He won’t hurt me.

“How about papillon?” she suggested. “You seem to be fond of that word.”

“No, not that.” It was his pet name for her, they couldn’t use that. He thought for a moment, his eyes wandering her body. He remembered the first time he had her bound to his bed, in his apartment, and recalled the song playing that night. “Eraser,” he whispered.

“Yes.”  She smiled at him and nodded. 
Perfect. 
It was their song.  Unconventional – but so were they. 

He climbed on the bed, settling between her legs before leaning over her.  He rested the cool metal of the scissors against the bare skin of her breast.  She gasped and their eyes connected briefly before he leisurely dragged the scissors down further.  He watched her body tremble under his touch, goose bumps forming on her skin.  She remained frozen to the bed, her eyes focused on the ceiling.  He felt like he was barely containing himself at the sight of her, he was throbbing so hard.  He loved having her under his control like this. 

Her dress was split right down the middle from the peak of her legs and was showing a lot more skin now that she was tied down, her legs spread wide now void of fabric almost entirely.

“You have very sexy legs, Mackenzie, I’m looking forward to getting between them again.”

When he reached the apex of her thighs he could detect just a hint of her black lace covered pussy. He tucked the edge of the scissors under the tear of her dress and started to slowly cut away the fabric, revealing more. The only sound in the room, besides their collective heavy breathing, was the short, sharp snips of the scissors.

Mackenzie could feel the glide of the metal against her skin – it wasn’t anything to be afraid of.  In fact, Mackenzie
liked
the feel of it.  The slow movements of the hard metal against her skin kind of tickled and her body relaxed into the moment.  The danger of it, combined with the material slowly splitting apart, had her skin tingling, heart racing and her body aching with longing.  But it was the feeling of helplessness, of being restrained and held captive, that had her insides clenching with anticipation.

Her eyes made their way to Sir’s face. His forehead was lined, his brow scrunched in concentration and his dark eyes filled with determination, while he focused on the task at hand. He was even more attractive to her in that very moment. Something about the studious look on him made her like him more. It wasn’t long until he was snipping the last shoulder strap of her dress. He was done.

Placing the scissors on the bedside table, he observed that the terror in her eyes had been replaced by need. 
Perfect.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked.

“No, Sir,” she replied with a smile.

She watched him undress, his penetrating gaze focused on her the whole time.  She was already aroused, but seeing his hefty erection spring free, she felt another bolt of pleasure course through her.  With a predatory look, he climbed on the bed, settling back between her legs, he lifted the dress away from her body.  He eyed her appreciatively, sending a shiver through her as he burned her with his heated gaze.  Leaning over her, he reached for the scissors again and snipped the center of her strapless bra.  She gasped when her breasts were freed, dropping heavily to the sides of her body, the air causing her already erect nipples to harden further.  He dipped lower and she sucked in a quick breath when she felt the metal against her hip.  He used the scissors to snip one side and then the other, to divest her of her panties.

“Beautiful.” He sat back on his legs to admire his handiwork. There she was, spread eagled below him, the material of her destroyed clothing framing her naked and magnificent body.

He ran the edge of the scissor from just below her navel, up the center of her body, all the way to her throat.  He put a small amount of pressure on her skin and watched her eyes widen for a moment before moving the sharp object away.  She instantly looked relieved and he felt heady with the power he held.  It made his cock strain painfully.

“Fear is natural, but unnecessary, Mackenzie. You give me the power but I won’t hurt you. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Mackenzie was stunned at just how right it felt, giving him that power.

Repositioning himself on top of her, he slid against her wet heat. “Can you feel how wet you are, Mackenzie? Literally dripping with desire.”

Before she could respond with even a nod, he was shoving his way forcefully into her body. Her muscles squeezed around him and he groaned with pleasure, her answering moan sounding heavenly. On outstretched arms he watched her as he began to move. Increasing his tempo, he dove deep and fucked her hard.

“Look at me, Mackenzie … watch me,” he insisted when her eyes faltered. And she did. She obeyed him, keeping her eyes fixed on his, reminding him that she was exactly what he was after. He admired her obedience and was glad she was accepting of him. And though she sometimes fought him a little, which he too admired, she wasn’t opposed to his inclinations. She was willing to try and that was important – he had many things he wanted her to try in their future.

“Please, Sir,” she gasped on a deep thrust. Not sure what she was begging for exactly. His movements were steady but fierce, hitting her so deep, but it wasn’t enough.

“I’m going to fuck you harder now, Mackenzie. You ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” 
It’s as if he can read my mind.

He adjusted his position, increased his tempo and moved deeper still.  The angle causing him to rub on that special spot inside her body that always put her on edge, but was rarely reached by anyone but her, with a vibrator. 
He sure knows what he’s doing. 
The fact that she was tied down made the feelings he was provoking even stronger, he took away her ability to move and therefore increased her craving. Just as she would reach that precipice of orgasm he would readjust his position to stop it.

“Sir, please…”

“Not until I say the word, Mackenzie.”  The intense look in his eyes prevented her from disobeying.  He read her body so well that she couldn’t hide her amazement. 
He
amazed her.

He kept her on edge, made her ache with desire and pant with need as he continued to move. He fucked her so hard and so long that Mackenzie was aching inside. She became desperate for release. He hit that spot again and she almost went over but he stopped himself and halted her climax once more. She pulled a face of annoyance.

“Not yet.”

Her only answer was another moan. She wanted to please him but at the same time it was becoming increasingly difficult. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold off the impending explosion. “Sir!”

“Now!” he called, much to her relief. “God. Yes, Mackenzie. That’s it. You feel so good coming apart on my cock.” Watching, and feeling, her ride out her orgasm was beautiful. His movements slowed, he had to withdraw to hold off his own climax and he saw her wince.

When he pulled out, her rigid body sagged against the bed.  She was aching all over, her arms and legs stretched tight and her insides deliciously sore from his rough fucking. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his body hovering above hers and his expression softening.

“Yes. It’s a good kind of hurt though.” She smiled then quickly added, “Sir.” The relief he felt at her answer was overwhelming. Mackenzie was not someone he wanted to disappoint, in any way, and knowing that she enjoyed the little pleasurable pain as much as he enjoyed giving it, gave him a head rush.

She watched him quickly move his body downwards on the bed.

“Let me see what I can do to help you out with that.” He was kneeling between her legs when he spoke, a sexy, wicked, smile upon his face. This was the softer side of him, the less Sir like and more playful fun guy she had been catching glimpses of, the one she admired most. He was definitely less serious than he was in his apartment last time, more relaxed. It pleased her greatly to see.

A second later, Mackenzie was moaning in heightened pleasure again as his hot, wet tongue licked her slowly from end to end. She shivered in delight, the sensations he was eliciting overwhelmed her. She couldn’t help but wriggle against her restraints when he teased her a second time. Then he licked one side of her lips before concentrating on the other.

“Mmm, you taste good,” he said, his voice vibrating against her.

His tongue circled her clit, over and over without touching it, before going down through her center and back up.  And then he would start the pattern all over again, alternating from light touches with the tip of his tongue to strong ones with the flat.  It drove her wild. 
He
drove her wild in way that even topped their previous encounters.

“Please, Sir,” Mackenzie eventually whimpered, badly wanting sweet release again. She winced, expecting his slap for speaking out of turn, but it never came.

He teased, bit and sucked at her body until she was desperately, silently, begging for her climax.  When he finally allowed her to come, by stretching her wide with his fingers and licking at her clit roughly, she felt overwhelmed with gratitude, coming violently and loudly. Her body was still shuddering, and her lungs still catching their breath, when he was again thrusting his hard cock back inside her. He relentlessly continued his torment on her tired body, pushing himself into her hard and fast until Mackenzie again found herself climaxing with another loud cry.

“Yes!”

He kept going as her insides clenched around him, and her body shuddered under his, as much as her restraints would allow. She was gasping for air, her wide green eyes focused on his. He could see so much passion behind them. So much lust adorned her beautiful face that he couldn’t hold off his climax a second longer. He shouted, the loud sound from his mouth not quite a word, as he released himself inside her.

While riding out the last of his orgasm, he kissed her passionately on the lips and she returned the kiss, thinking to herself how different it felt each time their lips met.  This kiss was more tender than any of the others, more caring.  When they broke apart briefly she looked back into his eyes and saw a gentleness there, his eyes were now comforting and warm again.  He was still softening inside her when he returned his lips to hers.  It was slow and sensual, a delicious dance, as he moved his mouth against hers, their tongues leisurely caressing.  Eventually he stopped moving his body and collapsed heavily on top of her.  She welcomed his weight.

She longed to touch him, run her hands over his body, play with his hair, anything … and when he eventually lifted himself from her body and withdrew from inside her, she instantly felt cold and in desperate need of losing the restraints.  She wanted, no
needed
, to be held by him. The overpowering need she felt to be wrapped in his strong arms was surprising to her, it was unlike her to be yearning for intimacy.

He moved to untie her, stopping momentarily to drink her in one last time. There she was, laid out and bound, with scraps of clothing decorating her edges. Her lush, dark, shiny hair spread across his pillow and rosy cheeks brightening her normally pale skin. She looked thoroughly fucked and he wanted the image burned into his memory. If he had a camera nearby he would have been tempted to take a picture. Instead, he settled to take a few extra seconds to gaze upon her perfection.

He untied her ankles first, sucking in a breath at the light marks left behind from the ropes. They gave him an unexpected sense of satisfaction. He then hovered over her, untying her wrists and inspecting them closely. Red lines criss-crossed around them. He hadn’t tied her too tightly but she had obviously struggled with her arms as the markings were quite severe on her right hand. He lifted it to his face and pressed his lips to the inside of her wrist, while gently rubbing his fingers on the other side.

“Sore?” he asked, his lips still pressed to her skin while he looked down at her. He was a little apprehensive of her reaction. But when he saw how her eyes were lit up he knew he needn’t be.

“Deliciously so.”

She smiled wickedly at him and he felt her wedging her place further into his heart. 
Perfect.

He made her feel cherished when he kissed her wrist again, his dark eyes holding an unfathomable depth of concern for her and his mouth curled into a delicious crooked smile.  He pulled her arms over his shoulders and gave her a peck on the lips. It took great effort to keep her arms in place, they felt as heavy as lead from being pulled tight for so long. But she needed to feel him. She ached for the contact. She threaded her fingers through his hair and sighed a happy sigh while looking up at his handsome face.

His eyes faltered and a second later she was forced to let him go when he suddenly rolled to her side. He was literally pulling away and it made her heart ache unexpectedly. She followed until she was facing him. They lay naked, staring at each other, their bodies lying side by side, close but not touching. She fought the urge to snuggle – she didn’t know if she were meant to – the look in his eyes held a warmth that was again out of character for ‘Sir Mode’ but she wasn’t sure if he was about to go back to being cold once more.

When he rolled onto his back he surprised her by hooking his arm around the back of her neck, pulling her head down to his chest. She wriggled the rest of her body closer to his and he held her firmly in his arms. She smiled against his skin, moving her arm to drape it over his waist. She spread her hand against him, loving the feel of his skin under her fingertips. She felt comforted when he pulled her closer still, the sign of affection punctuated by a contented sigh leaving his lips as he held her.

Mackenzie felt so right in his arms, her body curved into his. She belonged there and when she sighed against him he knew she could feel it too. Rather than speak and spoil the moment, he closed his eyes and ran his fingers through her hair, while imagining the future they could have together.