Eraser Lilac (9 page)

He watched her sexy ass retreat from the room. Light red marks still marred it and he smiled in satisfaction, knowing he was the only man ever to have it. Not only had he marked her wrists and breasts, but now that, too. He started imagining other ways to claim ownership of her body.

Mackenzie had only just flushed the toilet when she was startled by the sight of Sir in the bathroom doorway.

“Nice place you have here.”

“You scared me. Do you have a habit of walking in on people when they’re using the bathroom?” He didn’t answer, instead moved to the vanity, opened the cupboards underneath and started sifting through her belongings. “Do you not have any boundaries at all?”

“I already told you I don’t.”

“What are you looking for?”

“Nothing. I just want to get to know you.”

He shut the cupboard doors and swivelled to face her with a twinkle in his eye.  He’d put his jeans back on, but was wearing nothing else but a cheeky look on his face. 
So damn sexy! 
She nudged him sideways so she could wash her hands. He placed his hands on either side of her, his palms flat against the counter, caging her in. She caught his eye in the mirror when he rested his chin on her bare shoulder. They stared at each other for a few seconds, until she nudged him again so that she could wipe her hands on the towel hanging off to the side. Something in his eyes was too … familiar. It made her feel things she shouldn’t be feeling so soon for this man.

“Come.” He grabbed hold of the tie around her neck and tugged her from the bathroom. When he spotted the bed in her room it looked too inviting to pass up. He was dead tired. He could think of nothing better than sprawling out on it.

Mackenzie watched Sir lie on his back in the center of the bed.  He stretched out and tugged on the tie so she had no choice but to lie down beside him, not that she minded.  She was relieved when he closed his eyes and seemed content not to have sex again.  The man was a machine and she needed a break.  She lay on her side.  Tucking her hands under her head, she watched him.  He hadn’t shaved since the day before and the stubble on his face only enhanced how devilishly handsome he was.  His perfect face was relaxed.

“Tired?” she asked.

His eyes sprung open and focused on her. He nodded.

“I didn’t sleep last night, I was too busy watching over the sleeping beauty in my bed.” He smiled that flashy smile that had her heart beating faster.

“Smooth talk again.” She smiled back. “I like it.”

He rolled to his side. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled into his body, then slid his hand down to her thigh. He started tracing soothing patterns of figure eights against her skin.

“Let’s rest for a bit,” he mumbled into her hair, sleepily. Only moments later, she felt his hand stop moving and his breath even out. He was asleep. She pulled the blanket from the end of the bed over them both and joined him in slumber.

Mackenzie woke up when she felt something hot and wet on her nipple. She opened her eyes to see Sir lifting his mouth from her breast. She was now flat on her back with Sir hovering over her body.

“Hey, sleeping beauty, are you hungry?” he asked. She nodded silently and he climbed from the bed. “Looks like a nice bath you have. How about it?”

“Mmm, a bath sounds nice,” Mackenzie replied, stretching across the bed. She watched his naked back and tight jean clad ass walk into the bathroom before resting her eyes. She heard the faucet running but didn’t hear him return to the bed. She smiled when she felt his warm breath across her face.

“I’ll make us some toast,” he whispered, giving her a quick peck on the lips. She opened her eyes to ogle him as he left the room.

Mackenzie stretched on the bed with a smile. 
He’s running me a bath and making me toast. Who’d have thought?
  She shook her head and bit her lip.  It seemed surreal that HE was here, taking care of her and making himself at home in her apartment.

The sound of running water was her cue to use the bathroom.  Afterwards, she sat her naked behind on the edge of the large bath and stroked the tie she had slept in.  She was mesmerized by the bubbles forming in the water below.  She was lost to her thoughts as she ran her other hand through the warm water in a sweeping figure eight motion.  They needed to lay down some ground rules or something.  It was obvious that he wanted sex,
like all the time
, but what else did he want from her?  Snuggling in bed and running baths didn’t seem to fit the picture.  She needed some answers, she needed to know what being in this kind of relationship entailed.  He’d said he wanted to be her Dom and as willing as she was to try, she didn’t really know what it all meant.  Would she always be at his beck and call?  Would he continue to treat her with respect or just demand things of her body and not much else?  She was suddenly stricken with grief at the thought that he only wanted her for her body.  To use her until he was done.  The past forty-eight hours had been such a rollercoaster she was struggling to take it all in. 
I don’t know what it is about him that makes me so damn emotional!
  She wiped a stray tear from her cheek and bent over the bath to turn off the tap. 

“Mmm, I like that view,” Sir’s deep voice startled her and she almost toppled into the bath.

She braced herself on the edge and flushed with embarrassment at her clumsiness.  She watched him place a plate of buttered toast and a glass of orange juice on the bathroom counter.  Her eyes wandered from his broad shoulders, down his muscled biceps and to his tapered waist.  Just looking at him made her want to do it all again, regardless of how tired her body was.  He leaned against the counter, facing her with a sexy smirk. 
Oh god, caught ogling him, again!
 

“Have some toast,” he said, before taking a bite.

The look in his eye was a desirous one and his voice was demanding.  Mackenzie didn’t question the fact that she did what he asked until she was standing beside him, biting into her own piece of toast that she didn’t even feel like eating. 
This whole situation is so un-nerving! Why am I so willing to do almost whatever he says?

For the next couple of minutes the only sound in the room was the crunch of their bites as they silently stood side by side eating toast.

He swallowed his food and then washed it down with some orange juice before removing his jeans and entering the warm bath water.  He settled himself and looked back at the beautiful naked woman standing there.  She really was a sight for sore eyes – her long, messy, dark hair flowing down her back, her perfect breasts begging for his touch, her eyes burning for him …
And that damn lilac tie around her neck, hanging between those breasts… yeah, it’s growing on me.

“Come here,” he said, motioning to her with the crook of his finger. She took a gulp of juice, undid the tie and placed it on the counter, before slowly walking his way. He lifted his hand for her to take and helped her into the water. Much to his dismay, she seated herself at the opposite end instead of in between his legs, where he had guided her. “You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckled.

She ignored his comment, she needed time to think.  Once she relaxed against the end of the bath opposite him, she let out a sigh at the feel of the warm water cleansing her body and closed her eyes.  Her butt was still a little sore but the water was soothing.  Sir tugged her foot to his lap and started massaging it.  She moaned softly in contentment, it felt so good. 
Yes, he has mad skills.
  After a while, he gave her heel a gentle squeeze, before returning her foot to the bottom of the bath.  She opened her eyes to see him reaching for her other foot, with a worried expression.

“What are you thinking?” he eventually asked, slicing through her contented bliss.

All thoughts of this new sexual world flooded her mind and the doubts re-surfaced.  She wasn’t sure she could do it.  The sex was great so far, but what if he demanded more from her body than she could handle? 
What if he doesn’t want me for me?

“Why is it that you want to be a Dom?”

He remained silent and it frustrated her.

“What, Sir?” She pulled her foot from his grasp. She was mad at him for not wanting more than some strange kinky relationship, when she now craved so much more than that. “You said you would be nothing but forthright with me. So tell me, what is it that calls you to the lifestyle?”

Her tone was angry and spoiled the relaxed atmosphere of the bath, he didn’t care for it but she was eyeing him expectantly so he answered, “I have a strong need to draw pleasure from a woman’s body. I crave it.” He didn’t want to make it about her and scare her off.

Any woman’s body? 
She wanted to ask, but was afraid for the answer. 
I’m no one special,
she concluded
. 
It made her feel so hurt, angry and upset.  “So it’s a power trip, to bend a woman’s will to your own?”  He shrugged, as if it was nothing.  As if
she
meant nothing.  “You always get your way, don’t you?  Are you one of those wealthy, spoilt rich kids?”  She tried to make light of the situation but there was no hiding the bitterness from her voice.

She let her eyes wander over his features, or what she could see of them above the deep bath water and bubbles. He smirked at her before finding her foot in the water again. He began to rub his thumbs in such a way that it distracted Mackenzie from her sudden anger at the man. She let out an involuntary moan and opened her mouth to protest at his blatant interference tactics when he spoke.

“First of all, yes, I come from a wealthy family and I have lived in luxury my whole life,
but
I am not some spoilt brat.  I have morals, I have manners and I have a strong work ethic.  So I don’t appreciate you jumping to that kind of conclusion.  Secondly, I don’t know how to answer you.”

“Why? Just tell me what it is you want from me!” She pulled her foot from his hands again.

“I don’t appreciate your tone,” Sir reprimanded.

“I don’t appreciate yours, either,” she said with a huff. She felt the sudden need to remove herself from the situation.

Mackenzie lifted her ass from the bottom of the bath in an attempt to get out. She barely got her legs straightened before he was pulling her back down. She landed with a thump and slid slightly. He sighed in annoyance as he righted her, so she kicked him.

“What do you want from me, Sir?”

“I already told-”

“You haven’t told me anythi-”

Sick of her interruptions and angry at being kicked, he tugged on her foot so hard that she slipped and her head dipped below the water. She coughed and spluttered when she resurfaced a second later.

“You’re an ass!” She was in shock that he would do something so brash. She again tried to get out of the bath but his body was suddenly hovering above hers, his arms braced on the edge of the bath, either side of her. He moved so quickly that it stole Mackenzie’s breath.

“Will you listen to me now?” he said angrily.

His eyes drilled into hers and she felt her resolve weakening.

“
Fine!
  I’m listening!”  Mackenzie crossed her arms over her chest, a furious look on her face. 

“Why do you infuriate me so much?” he demanded.

She blinked up at him, suddenly wondering about that herself. He was a force to be reckoned with and she kind of liked the fight for some reason. He moved away from her a little and she sat up straighter. She opened her mouth to speak but he held out his hand to stop her.

“Please, listen to me. I’ve already told you, I want a relationship,” he said, a little too calmly for Mackenzie’s liking.

“But I don’t understand about the whole Dom/sub thing and I need answers,” she said quietly. 

He looked into her eyes and saw confusion there. He wanted to be honest and ease her mind. He needed to get his words right before he could voice them to her. He thought back over his day of shopping, the overwhelming urge he had to follow her into the change rooms, fucking her senseless, the hand holding, walking down the street, eating hot dogs, sleeping beside her in bed, having her in his arms… her laugh…