Eraser Lilac (4 page)

“I want a relationship with you.”

“Huh? You just said you don’t do relationships.”

“I haven’t for a long time.”

“Oh…”

“But I want to.”

“So what would that entail exactly?”  Mackenzie didn’t know how to be in a relationship, let alone with someone like him.  He was just so forthright and unusual, so powerful and assertive, sophisticated and…
let’s face it, he is the sexiest creature I’ve ever known.

“You at my beck and call, of course,” he said, with a smile that melted her panties, or it would have if she’d been wearing any. She crossed her legs under the table, trying to stave the wetness forming between her thighs. “I want you to sleep in my bed every night. Dine with me. We would spend time together. You would need to be available for work functions and family gatherings, that sort of thing.”

She couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. Mackenzie mulled it over for a moment. The allure of the words he spoke was overwhelmed by the directness. It was odd. In the past, when a man would push for more from her, there was emotion behind his words and Sir had a way of hiding his, most of the time. It was a skill that a lot of business men possessed.

“It sounds to me like a business proposition, perhaps you should hire somebody who would better fit the bill,” she eventually settled on saying. He needed a taste of his own medicine.

She was smiling at him.  She was having a laugh at his expense. 
A business proposition! 
He reigned in his anger, he struggled, but he did it. He huffed in annoyance.

“
Mackenzie
, I was merely answering your question as literally as possible.  What I am after is a relationship,
with you
. You asked what that would entail and I have given you the answers.” He was a little perplexed. He furrowed his brow in confusion. “Those are the type of things that would be expected in any normal relationship… isn’t that right?”

“I wouldn’t know,
Sir
, I haven’t been in a
normal
relationship before,” she answered curtly, getting annoyed at his condescending tone.  “But I dare say expecting someone to move in after only two dates would not constitute normal behaviour, which, essentially, is what I would be doing if you wanted me to sleep in your bed
every
night.  Oh, and knowing the person’s name would be a good start to any
normal
relationship, I bet.”

Sir let out a huge belly laugh that shot straight to Mackenzie’s heart.  His eyes lit up with such joy that it was impossible for her to stay mad
or
to look away.  Much to her aggravation, she felt her lips curving into a smile too, his happiness contagious.

“What?” she asked, with a semi-frustrated giggle.

She was just so entertaining to him. The way she got so easily agitated. The fact that she fought him and got annoyed with him. It didn’t matter to her who he was, she was being herself. Staying true to who she was. Being with her would never be dull and it was something he felt he just had to have.

“So you don’t wish to spend every night in my bed? Is that what you are saying?” he asked when he finally stopped laughing. He crooked one eyebrow at her. Teasing her right back. Loving that he put a smile on her face and loving how quickly he could make it drop, too.

Well, now that you put it that way…
He looked delicious with that cheeky grin on his face.  Seeing him every day would be…
  No!  That is ridiculous!  Is he really asking me to move in?

“Maybe not
every
night, initially… okay,” he conceded.  He didn’t want to push her too hard.

He looked a little disappointed and maybe even confused. 
He’s confused? Fuck!

“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.