Eraser Lilac (8 page)

He found himself pushing her up against the wall a second later, his hands under her dress, squeezing her bare ass, Mackenzie’s arms wound around his neck. He chuckled when he had to pry her off him because he heard Simon re-enter the room, she had no idea. The look on her face showing him just how aroused and oblivious she had been. He held a hand on each of her hips and turned his head toward Simon.

“Get Hilda to sort me some work clothes for the morning and drop them by at eight a.m.” he instructed. He felt Mackenzie’s body stiffen beside him. “Thanks, Simon.”

“No worries. See you then.” The big man nodded and backed out the door of the apartment.

“Did you just invite yourself to stay here overnight?” Mackenzie asked, as soon as the door was closed. The look of shock on her face was delightful, and her frustrated tone of voice was more than arousing. He crowded her against the wall again, an arm either side of her head, his palms flat against the surface.

“No, Mackenzie, I didn’t
invite
myself.”

“I didn’t
invite
you either.”  She scowled at him.

“And your point is?” He leaned his face closer to hers. He could almost taste her lips.

“What gives you the right to decide you’re staying here?” She licked her lips and took a shaky breath, yearning for him overtaking her senses. “What if I don’t want you to?” she whispered.

He chuckled and pressed his body against hers. Her breath hitched and she made an inviting little sound from the back of her throat.

“Here’s the thing, Mackenzie,
you do want me to stay
.  You want me to do all sorts of nasty things to your sexy little body.  You want me to fuck you.  You want to feel my hard cock inside your tight pussy as much as I want to put it there.”  Her breath started coming heavy and fast against his cheek.  “I can see it in your eyes, feel it in your breath. There’s no denying it. You want me.” He pulled back to stare at her eyes, willing her to see what he saw reflected there – desire. He wanted her to see that he was just as affected by her. “I have decided to spend the night, there is no need for an invitation when we both know what we want.”

She opened her mouth to argue but he stopped her by thrusting his tongue inside. Their mouths collided with force and his hands moved back under her dress, cupping her ass. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Her arms wound around his shoulders as he deepened the kiss and pushed her harder against the wall. He squeezed her ass and stole a moan from her before prying his mouth from hers. He looked over his shoulder and spotted the sofa. Taking a couple of easy strides, he eased himself onto it, Mackenzie straddling him. Their lips locked passionately, tongues exploring. He gripped her neck pushing her closer. She started gyrating against him. Her hands pushed under his shirt, nails scraping along his skin, he pulled back so Mackenzie could remove it. He looked down to see her tight dress had ridden up, revealing her thighs and just a hint of her bare pussy. He groaned, tugging her hair so that she arched backwards and he could nibble on her throat while she continued to rub against him.

“Can I see what you bought?” he asked, suddenly pulling his lips from her skin.

“What?” she grumbled in confusion, her breath leaving her in heavy pants.

“You bought me a tie… please get it.”

Mackenzie suddenly remembered the feeling of Sir’s tie bound to her wrists on their first time together and got his meaning. She jumped from his lap excitedly, pulled her dress down to a respectable level and started hunting through the bags by the door. It didn’t take her long to spot the lone small bag amongst all the larger, overflowing ones. She pulled the item out and returned to him.

“Why would you buy me this?  You knew that I detested the color.” His face scrunched in annoyance.

“You liked it when I was wearing your shirt,” she stated, convinced he was just being over-dramatic.

“Yes. 
On you
, Mackenzie, I said I liked that shirt
on you
.  I told you I wasn’t a fan of that color on me.”

“I know.”  She smirked at him, loving his look of exasperation.  She got back on his lap and wound the tie loosely around his neck.  “This color looks exquisite on you,” she said, throwing his words from last night back at him. 
God, was that only last night? It seems so long ago.
  “Your mother is a smart woman,” she added, remembering that she had been the one to give him the lilac shirt.

It thrilled him to hear Mackenzie speak of his mother.  He wasn’t sure why.  But it also doused the flame in his loins a little. 
Your mother is not what you want to think about at a time like this.
  Mackenzie rubbed against him, instantly re-igniting that fire though.

“Well, I have another use for this hideous tie,” he said, pulling it from his neck. “Close your eyes.”

Mackenzie had been expecting to feel the material wrap around her wrists and was surprised to instead feel it around her head.  Sir tied it swiftly and then his lips were back on hers and she was suddenly airborne for a moment before landing with her back against the soft fabric of her sofa. It wasn’t an overly large piece of furniture and she had no idea how Sir was managing to cover her body without falling off. She didn’t care either, not when he pushed the material of her dress up past her waist and buried his head in her thighs.

He’d neglected to instruct her to keep her hands above her head, and when her fingers tangled in his hair he decided he preferred the intimacy of that so much more than her obedience. He lapped at her juices and she tugged on his hair, groaning in ecstasy. He loved nothing more than the taste of her on his tongue, her hands on him and the sounds coming from the back of her throat. He decided against the delayed gratification he had first intended and instead went in for the kill. Dipping his tongue insider her, as far as he could, while flicking her clit with his fingers. It didn’t take her long at all to be calling out “Sir!” as she came.

When her body went lax he stood and walked to the kitchen. He only rifled through a couple of drawers before he found what he was looking for.

She had no idea what he was doing when he left her lying on her back, with her dress bunched up around her mid-section and a tie covering her eyes. She had just regained control over her breathing when he was back by her side. She heard the zipper on his jeans and the coarse sound the material made as it was pulled from his body.

He hovered over her, “On your stomach,” he instructed. Using his hands he urged her to roll over.

She folded her arms under her head and got comfortable. The sudden smack across her ass was unexpected and caused her to cry out.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“Don’t speak out of turn.” He smacked her again with the wooden spoon, a little more gently. “That was for buying me such a hideous tie and this,” he hit her again, “is for your pleasure.” She heard the smile in his voice and she smiled right back.

Her ass stung, but she welcomed the feeling because HE
was doing it. When the fourth strike came she groaned with need. By the fifth, she was pulling her knees up onto the sofa and pointing her bottom in the air. The sixth stroke touched on her pussy and the sting was welcomed. The seventh strike had her almost orgasming.

“Again!” she called out.

Even though she really didn’t grasp the concept of being a sub, he found at that point he didn’t care. The fact that she was speaking when she shouldn’t, moving her body when she wasn’t told to, or that she had taken it upon herself to straddle him earlier, none of it mattered. Her ass pointed in the air, the red marks across her cheeks, and her pussy so wet it glistened, that’s all he cared about. He hit her one more time before dropping the spoon to the floor, climbing behind her on the sofa and pushing his finger inside her.

“You have a beautiful ass, Mackenzie. Especially now with my marks on it.” After coating his finger in her juices he pushed it against her tight puckered hole. She cried out in pleasure when he inserted it. “You like that?” He leaned forward, expecting a response.

She gasped, getting used to the sensation before answering with a labored breath, “Yes… Sir.”

He positioned his cock at her entrance, slowly sliding it into her pussy. Her orgasm had begun with that last slap and it continued with his thrusts and his words. He filled her so completely and deliciously, rubbing on her insides in such a faultless manner that her pleasure was heightened immensely. Just as it began to plateau, he increased his pace and she started climbing that peak again. When he introduced his other hand to the mix, rubbing on her clit, she almost combusted. That, with the feel of double penetration, was too much – her orgasm soaring to a whole new level.

“You feel amazing!” He watched his cock slide in and out of her pussy and his finger in and out of her ass, while he was on his knees behind her. “Good, Mackenzie?”

“Oh… god… yes!” She thrust back on him, panting, riding out the longest orgasm she’d ever experienced.

Eventually he slowed his ministrations and she felt him tense against her before withdrawing from her body. 

He’d been staring at that perfectly round, pale-skinned ass of hers, complete with the red lines he’d marked her with and he couldn’t wait a second more. He just had to have it. He eased his cock into her ass. Her body squeezed his cock so tightly, it was exhilarating.

“Argh!” she exhaled loudly, lurching forward. He tugged her back by her hips, pressing his body into hers.

She felt so good around his cock.  “So tight.  You need to relax.”  He gyrated his hips. 

“Sir, no ...” She couldn’t relax, it fucking hurt.

The feel of her ass clamping down around his cock had his own climax building.  The room began to darken and he could hear the sound of his heart thumping in his chest.  The feeling of taking Mackenzie in this way was overpowering. 
So fucking perfect
. On his next thrust, her ass clamped down on him so tight he snapped out of his bliss.

“ERASER!”

“What the fuck?” He instantly pulled from her body and she hurriedly scrambled to the end of the sofa, away from him. He collapsed against the back cushion and took a moment to slow his breathing.

Mackenzie pulled the tie down from her eyes, leaving it around her neck. She saw him swallow and she could see he was concerned, even a little shaky.

“Mackenzie?”

“I- I wasn’t expecting,” she began, “I wasn’t prepared for … that.” Her eyes were wet with tears when she blinked up at him. He reached out for her but she held back.

“I hurt you?”

She nodded and wiped at her eyes. The look she saw on his face was soft, caring. He held a hand out for her again and she took it, allowing him to pull her onto his lap.

“I’ve never done that before,” she said quietly and with vulnerability.

“Never?  But you were so receptive last time.  I assumed…”  He recalled that night in his apartment, when he’d…
used a butt plug. Oh shit
. “I’m sorry, Mackenzie. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She leaned into his touch when he pushed the hair from her face and cupped her cheek.

“I didn’t think Mackenzie, I apologize.”

She nodded before curling into him, tucking her head against his body. The light sprinkling of hairs across his chest tickled her nose as she nuzzled him. She loved the feel of his warm body wrapped around her and when his arms tightened around her back she sighed contentedly. It wasn’t long before she was forgetting all about the pain he had just inflicted.

“Okay?” he asked, stroking her hair.

“Up until that last bit, um, wow!”

“Um, wow?” He chuckled. “Tell me how you really feel.” He took hold of her chin and lifted her face.

“Best orgasm of my life,” she replied unashamedly.

“Pleasure like you’ve never known before?” he asked with a smug and sexy smirk.

“Yes, Sir.” The smile she gave him stole his breath. “It’s not that I’m opposed to the idea of…” she trailed off.

“Say it.” He grinned down at her.

“Anal.”

He nodded. “I understand. We’ll have to work on that.”

She nodded again and snuggled back into his chest.

“I just took your virginity.”

Mackenzie’s ear was pressed against Sir’s chest when he spoke and she wasn’t sure she had heard him correctly at first. But when she pulled back and looked at his face she knew she had.

“You don’t have to look so damn smug.” She smiled.

“No one can ever take that away from me.  I was your first and so your ass is mine, Mackenzie.”  His smile looked boyish with a hint of wonder.  It made her so happy to see. 

He nudged her chin upwards and planted a soft, tender kiss on her lips. It seemed so heartfelt. The words ‘your ass is mine’ played repeatedly in her head as they kissed. When their lips parted, and their eyes met, Mackenzie couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by the man.

When did I think I didn’t want him to stay? I take that back. He can stay for as long as he likes.

“I’ve decided I do like this tie after all,” Sir said, tugging on it. “In fact, I think you should wear nothing except this tie for the remainder of the day.”

“Oh really?” She smiled. “But you bought me so many sexy new things to wear.”

“Plenty of time…” He tapped her lightly on the nose. “I think the tie will be enough for today.”

“Well, then…” She stood from his lap, removed her heels and tugged the dress that was still bunched up around her waist, up and over her head. “Better?” she asked, putting her hand on her hip and jutting it out to one side. She was completely nude but for the tie. The cheeky smile on her face almost more than he could bear.

“Much.” He stood in front of her, undid the tie and redid it in a loose Windsor knot around her neck. “There.” He gave it another tug when he was finished. “Now you’re perfect.”

She blinked up at him in a daze, his dark eyes searing hers. He really needed to stop being so damn charming. It was hard to get a handle on the guy and even harder to reign in her emotions.

“I, um, I need to use the bathroom,” she murmured, needing any excuse to step away for a moment. “Be right back.”