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“On your hands and knees,” he commanded in her ear.  “I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

Her body felt weak with need as she got into position on the bed, her ass in the air as she rested on her wobbly outstretched arms.  She felt him get into position behind her, the bed dipping at her knees.  The thrill of the blindfold was wearing off, she wanted nothing more than to be able to see him in his naked glory.  He grabbed hold of her hips and slid into her body wonderfully slow, pulling pleasure from her with every miniscule movement.  He stopped once he had filled her to the hilt, remaining still for her to adjust to his size.  Then his fingers dug into her sides as he pulled out and then slid right back in again with an almighty thrust.  It was so hard and fast that her hands slipped, her elbows bent and she almost fell.

“Hold on,” he warned
, pulling out once more before again forcing his way back inside her.

The strength of his movement caus
ed her to gasp.  And then he really fucked her.  He fucked her in a way that she had never been fucked before, it was primal, animalistic.  Hard and fast.  The angle causing her to again near the edge of climax.  She breathed rapidly, moaning with pleasure.

“You like that?”

“Yes…. Yes, sir.”

“Harder?”

“Yes sir.”

“Say it,” he demanded
.

“Harder!” she gasped, then louder, “H
ARDER!”  And even though she didn’t think it were possible his hips started moving faster.  He jutted into her harder, deeper; deeper than anyone before him.  His hands roamed her body, squeezed her breasts, tugged on her nipples as he continued to thrust into her, purposely in time to the music.  His hands reached up to the blindfold and he yanked it free from her head.  She blinked rapidly at the sudden burst of light.  His hands came up to her neck as he continued to pound into her from behind.  The strength of his large hands around her throat made her feel even more desired.  His finger dipped into her mouth and she automatically began to suck it.

He moaned in her ear and kissed the back of her neck, sending a chill through her body.

“YES!” she screamed once before her body convulsed yet again in pleasure.  She wanted to collapse, she wanted to lie down, her body suddenly felt like a dead weight but he didn’t stop, he continued to pound into her.  She was exhausted but she forced herself to remain in position as he claimed her over and over.  His hands at her throat keeping her upright until he eventually climaxed, his throbbing cock slowing and thrusting into her a couple more times as he released.

As soon as he pulled out of her she sat back on her heels and dropped backwards into his arms.  His hot chest pressed into her back and his strong arms encircled her.  She tilted her head back,
her cheek leaning into him.  She finally had the opportunity to look at him but she was so tired she couldn’t keep her eyes open.  He kissed her chin, just below the lips where she wanted him to kiss her, and then repositioned her on the bed.  Curling on her side, she let out a contented sigh when he draped a sheet over her body.  She was vaguely aware of him leaving the bed.  The room was silent and she had no idea when that had happened. 

When did the music stop?
was her last thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Five

 

 

She felt hot and sweaty when she woke.  A heavy weight was pressing on her.  She blinked her eyes open and saw that it was Sir’s arm.  His body was curved into hers and their legs entwined.  Untangling her legs, she rolled over to face him.  She let her eyes wander over his chest, the lower half of his body covered by the sheet.  The curves of his pecks, the definition of his six pack - this guy had the body of a fitness model.  He was perfect.

S
nuggling in closer, she breathed him in.  His arms again held her.  Tilting her head backwards she looked up at his handsome face.  He was awake and the look on his face was one of conflicting emotions.  On one hand, he looked calm and at peace, and on the other he looked unsure.  She didn’t know what to make of it.  His dark eyes were looking at her with an intensity she couldn’t quite read. 

Could it be admiration?

She lifted her head as he leant forward, finally capturing her lips with his own.  This was their first kiss.  It was slow and sensual.  Tender and sweet.  It was what she had always hoped it would be.  Warmth and desire again crept through her body as his tongue met hers.

A moment or two later
he abruptly ended it, letting her go and leaving the bed.  Leaving her cold.

“Get dressed,” he said from across the room
, his voice void of emotion.  With a bewildered look on her face, Mackenzie sat up and watched as he poured himself a drink and lit a cigarette.  He kept his back to her.  He had on a pair of black silk boxers and nothing else.  Mackenzie desperately wanted to go to him, to run her hands along the skin of his back, wrap her arms around him, but she knew she couldn’t.  She felt the change in the air.  It was over and he wanted her to leave.

She spotted her clothes neatly hung across the back of an arm chair in the corner of the room.  She quietly got dressed sans the stockings
and garters which she tucked into her bag.  She stood beside the chair and watched the man in the corner of the room as he stood motionless by the window overlooking the city lights.  She cleared her throat.

“You may leave,” he said with barely a glance in her direction
, then took a drag of his cigarette.  So she picked up her bag and jacket and went to the door, reluctantly pulling down on the handle.  Turning back to her captor to soak in his handsome features one last time. 
No repeats. 
Her eyes wandered over him, lingering on his muscly biceps for a moment.  Then with a sigh she left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

She had no idea where she was.  Taking in her surroundings she saw the elevator across the hall and walked over to it.  Pressing the
down button she waited.

It was then she knew her life would never be the same again.

A minute or two later the doors slid open to reveal a man inside the elevator.  She recognised him as the man that had opened the car door for her hours earlier, the driver.

“I will drive you home Miss,” he said simply
, pressing the elevator button for the basement.

Mackenzie no
dded.  In a daze she followed the man from the elevator to the car, gave him her address and allowed him to drive her to her empty apartment.  It wasn’t until she was home that she realised she hadn’t even paid any attention as to where she had been driven.  She had no idea where she had just spent the evening.  She felt stupid for not taking note, she could have known where Sir lived, how to find him.

But now, for all she
knew, she may never see him again.

Chapter Six

 

 

All week Mackenzie had hoped that she would hear from him.  She knew it wouldn’t happen but it didn’t stop her from hoping.  Day in and day out, he was always in her thoughts.  She remembered the night they spent together fondly and could think of barely anything but the man with no name.  At work she looked longingly at his chair and at home she fantasized about him.

One day blurred into the next and before she knew it
, Friday arrived.  Anticipation had her making a mess of her job.  She spilt more than one drink and wasn’t as quick to notice when client’s glasses were empty.  Alex had to nudge her on more than one occasion.

Nine-thirty came and went.  Sir didn’t arrive. 
Mackenzie stared at his corner of the room and remembered that night.  He’d treated her differently then.  The more she thought about it, the more she knew it to be true.  He’d plied her with drinks and kept his distance like he was struggling a little for control.

Maybe I imagined it after all.
 
Maybe I have been used and spat out like the rest of them.

Well
, it is what she was told to expect.  He’d told her “no repeats” but for some reason, on some level, she hadn’t entirely believed him.


Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to have you in this position?” he’d said.  He’d fantasized about me, which meant more.  Didn’t it?

The gentle kisses he placed on her spine
… and after sex, when she had awoken in his arms… the way he looked at her… the way he kissed her…

Nonetheless, it was now going on ten and he wasn’t here. 
Mackenzie was concerned for his wellbeing, she worried for him.  He was always here on a Friday, always the same time.  She shouldn’t have expected him to contact her at any time prior, that she knew, but regardless she did expect him to be here at his usual time on a Friday.

“Maybe he’s running late,” Alex s
poke, drawing Mackenzie from her thoughts.  She looked at Alex, a little stunned that he knew what she was thinking about.

But of course
Alex knew, how could he not when you are so unfocused on your job and constantly day-dreaming?

She forced a smile his way and shrugged her shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant, tryin
g to act like she didn’t care.

“I’m sure he’ll come,” Alex said with a
n encouraging smile.

But he didn’t come, her man with no name, he didn’t arrive
.  Mackenzie cared for him more than she should and the heartbreak she was beginning to feel floored her. 

At one am, Mackenzie was closing out the till when the door to the bar opened.  She was about to turn to tell the person entering that it was closing time but then she felt it - his presence - and she froze.  She didn’t need to turn around, she just knew.  Alex come up beside her and took the money from her still frozen hand.

“I can finish this up,” he said, giving her a nudge with his elbow.  “You go.”

She turned her head to see Alex smiling at her and she returned his smile, it was no longer a forced one, as it had been all evening, she was genuinely happy.  He came back. 
He
was here.  Then the smile was wiped off her face and a different kind of thrill hit her.  One that didn’t go to her belly but shot right through her heart.  It happened when he spoke.  He said the one word she thought she would never hear from his lips.  The word he had only ever spoken to her once before.

Her name.

She turned slowly, and was surprised to see his casual appearance.  He was still impeccably dressed but not in the usual way.  He wasn’t wearing a suit.  He was wearing designer jeans, a pale blue t-shirt and a black leather jacket.  He looked positively edible.  He smiled his genuine smile at her and she felt it across her entire body.

Epilogue

 

 

He’d seen her plenty.  Every week for months in fact.  She was a beauty.  He liked the way she called him sir, her voice all honey and sultry.  But he saw fire in her eyes.  He felt her resistance to him.  She wasn’t dominant but still not quite as submissive as the girls he usually took.  And that’s what he did,
he took
.

Week after week he took.  He had given up the other bars he had frequented in the past for the opportunity to go to where
she
worked.  Every week at the same time to make sure she was there.  She never took a night off.  From the night she started working there he had been drawn to her.  So he came back every week.

He didn’t stop his activities because of her
, but instead brought them to her attention.  Flaunting the women and showing her the power he held.  He wanted to make sure that she knew him and knew what he was capable of.  He needed her to really understand him.  He needed to know that she would accept him and that she would give in to him.  And she needed to agree to his proclivities and enjoy the same things.

She
also needed to know what he was willing to give up for her.  That she held the power to
erase
all of the women from his life, from his bed.  Only her. There had never been anyone else capable of doing that for him.  It was like she was made solely for him.  And their activities last weekend had only solidified that.  She needed to understand.

T
hen and
only then
, would he treat her the way that he wanted to.  Yes, he had known from the start she was different.  Week after week he had watched her.  She captivated him - the way she moved, the way she spoke to customers, the flirtatiousness, the smile, her interactions with other staff and her laugh – God, he loved her laugh.  Oh yes, he had watched her very carefully.  Listening to her conversations, he had got to know her very well.

L
ast week he felt like giving a little.  He’d forgotten the thrill that came when they struggled.  She had offered just enough fight.

He knew he had her
.

Had known for weeks.  But h
e had been biding his time.  Waiting for the right moment to strike.  Perhaps he could have waited a few more weeks, let her stew on things a little longer.  Then maybe she would have been less resistant to his charms.  But the pickings were slim that evening and he felt like the challenge.  When that blond man had accosted her at the bar and she had denied him, it had pushed him to make his move.

He was glad
that he’d taken her that night, and that he was prepared with the music he had specifically chosen for her, with no one else in mind.  It had been perfect and it had confirmed for him that he had been right.  She belonged with him,
to
him.  He had almost caved and changed his plans completely when she had snuggled into his arms in bed.  She was so at ease with him, as if she also knew he was her home.  When she had slept he didn’t want to let her go.  But she had needed some space and time, even if she didn’t know it.

So he didn’t ditch his plans, he made her wait, made her
dwell on it a bit more.  She needed to want him bad enough that she couldn’t possibly say no.  He couldn’t risk giving her what he wanted until he knew for sure.  So he made her wait a week and then a few more hours before turning up at her work right on closing.

He spotted her immediately.  She was at the till counting the day
’s takings, her back to him and yet she still froze to the spot when he entered the bar.  She felt his presence as surely as he felt hers.  He moved in behind her, the bar between them.

Now he was here to finally stake his claim.

“Mackenzie.”

He spoke her name aloud for
only the second time to her.  He had however said it over a million times in his head these past few months.  He liked the way it felt on his tongue.  He’d never disliked it, even though he told her so, it was just a part of his plan.  He had been waiting for this moment.  Waiting for the time he would claim her as his.

She turned slowly and took a step toward him.  Putting her hands on the bar in front of her, the lower part he couldn’
t reach.  She looked up at him through long dark lashes.  Her jade eyes sparkled as they lit for him and a smile played upon her lips.  She was unable to hide her pleasure at his appearance.  The corner of her mouth tilted more, her smile broadening, causing his chest to constrict.

Yes, she was
a beauty and she was his, the look on her face confirmed it.

“I’
ve come to take you home,” he said and he didn’t mean just for the night.  This was the girl that he was going to give his heart too.

No.  This was the girl that had already stolen it.

He reached his hand out across the bar, turning it on its side for her to shake.

“I’d like to introduce myself.  My name is…”

 

 

 

 

 

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