Eraser Blue (5 page)

He smirked at her, not convinced that she meant that no, and if she did, convinced he would change her mind.  He could be persuasive.  He was a man who knew how to get what he wanted.

He looked at her gorgeous face, his eyes wandering lower.  She had a lovely, elongated neck.  Her breath was coming fast and her breasts were heaving.  His eyes locked on them.  The milky white cleavage pronounced over t
he top of her dress was mesmerizing.  To him, she looked like a precious china doll, like the ones his grandmother used to collect.  Faultlessly pale, smooth skin, huge eyes, slightly rosy cheeks, shimmery hair, biggish breasts, small waist – she was perfection.  It was hard to take his eyes off her and he felt the need to tell her so.

“Forgive my rudeness, it was remiss of me not to mention how beautiful you look tonight,” he said, trying for a change in tactic.  He was losing her.  He needed to do something to relax her, and besides, she did look stunning.

Mackenzie choked on the small amount of wine still floating in her mouth, before putting her glass down on the table.  His constant changes in direction of conversation were hard to keep up with.  He was quick to vacate his chair and come to her aide as she coughed.  He swept her hair to the side, pushing it over her shoulder.  He rubbed her bare back in circles, shooting stars of pleasure to her already addled mind.  He bent forward, bringing his mouth to her ear.  His proximity sent shivers through her body, even before he spoke.

“You have divine taste.  This dress shows the perfect amount of skin.  I love how low it dips on your back.”

He ran his fingertip slowly down the center of her spine, that was void of fabric entirely, the dress beginning at the top of her ass.  She visibly shivered and he couldn’t help himself, he leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“You’re glowing.  I’d love the
chance to make you scream while wearing this dress.”

He kissed her neck with warm and supple lips before removing his hand from her back and taking his seat again.  Her whole body tensed as her nether regions pulsated with desire.  Mackenzie struggled to collect her wits and was glad that the staff chose that moment to re-enter the room armed with dessert plates, it gave her a chance to breathe.

She watched in frazzled silence as they removed the remnants of her main meal and placed a piece of apple pie with ice cream in front of her.  She was glad for the distraction and couldn’t help but smile at the simplicity of the dish.  There was nothing simple about the man seated opposite her but his taste in food was one for the books.

When the two staff had left the room she looked up to see him watching her closely.  She couldn’t read his expression.  Still struggling to reply to his earlier comments, she instead picked up her spoon and tucked into her dessert.

A small, appreciative moan escaped her lips and his already hard cock ached at the sound.  He closed his eyes briefly, trying to contain himself, and when he re-opened them he was met by Mackenzie’s jade ones.  They stared openly at each other, frozen in their seats for at least twenty seconds, before she finally broke his hold and looked down at the pie in front of her.

She knew he was watching her but she made a point of concentrating on her food
, using the time to calm herself.  He unnerved her in a way that nobody else ever had.  He was unusual, frustrating, demanding, arrogant,
and freaking
nameless
, but that didn’t deter from the fact that she wanted him unlike anyone else she had ever encountered. 

He watched her intently while she ate.  He enjoyed it immensely – the way her mouth opened and wrapped around the spoon, how her throat moved when she chewed and swallowed, those ruby red lips, so luscious he longed to feel them.  He had a hard time focusing anywhere but on her mouth.  Eventually, she put the spoon down and looked at him.

“You don’t want your pie?” she asked quizzically, her plate already empty.

His eyes stayed trained on her lips for a moment before coming to her eyes.  He didn’t even glance at his untouched dessert before replying, “Feed it to me.”  Her eyes went deliciously wide but kept his hold. 

She hesitated for a split second before standing and walking to his side of the table.  She didn’t allow herself to think about her actions, just did what was demanded of her.  He moved his chair back a little and patted just above his knee.  Mackenzie silently took her place on his lap and grabbed his spoon from the side of the plate.  Using its edge, she broke off a piece of pie and dragged it through the ice cream, before turning to him with it.

His dark eyes met hers as she brought the laden spoon to his parted mouth and inserted it.  Her focus returning to his lips as they closed around it.  As she slid it from his mouth she swallowed and looked up to his eyes.  The dark orbs locking her gaze, trapping her again.  Desire coursed through her, the heat of his stare and the feel of his warm legs under her, made her body so achingly aroused, it hummed.  Her eyes flicked back to his mouth when he licked his lips and she squeezed her legs together, ever so slightly, looking for some kind of relief.  She blinked rapidly before turning to load the spoon with more pie.

While Mackenzie’s back was slightly turned, Sir’s hand touched her knee and glided carefully up to her thigh.  He gripped it firmly with his large hand and she closed her eyes momentarily, savoring the feel, before turning back to focus on his mouth.

The drawn out process of feeding this man pie was intoxicating.  The need she felt for him was all she could think about the entire time.  Once she had scraped the plate clean, she silently put the spoon down.  She lifted her hips slightly, in an attempt to remove herself from his lap, but he stopped
her fast by gripping her thigh tightly, keeping her in place.  Then his other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him.  She felt his erection against her ass.

“That was the best pie I’ve ever had,” he said huskily.  The meaning of his words going so much deeper than the dessert.  They stared at each other a moment.  Then his hand moved slowly up her thigh and he kissed her gently on the neck.  “I want you.  Submit to me,” he said, suddenly.  It wasn’t a question.

“Submit?” She looked into his near black eyes.  “As in…”

“Give yourself to me.  Allow me to rule your body.”

Heat shot through her body.  His intense stare caused butterflies in her stomach.  She couldn’t understand the desire she felt to do just as he asked.  This was all so new to her.  But her arousal betrayed her mind.  She wanted to submit, just like last time.  She nodded and he raised his eyebrow to her.

“Do you agree?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, realizing that must be the correct response.

“Get on the floor,” he instructed suddenly.  His expression changed to a more calculated and cunn
ing one.  His voice and demeanor now assertive.  Her eyes went wider and her heart pummelled beneath her breast bone.  “On your knees,” he said, his lips brushing her ear.  Her panties suddenly felt very damp at his demand.  She hesitated for a moment and he nudged her hip.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, getting off his lap.  Lifting the long skirt of her dress to just above her knees, she knelt down beside h
im.  He turned his chair toward her, repositioning himself so that her chin was almost at his knees.

“Undo my pants.”

The need in his eyes burned into hers.  She would not defy him on this – she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.  She silently complied.  Lifting herself up straighter, she moved her body between his legs.  She began by undoing his belt buckle and then pulling the belt free from the loops of his pants.  Abandoning it on the floor beside her, she quickly undid his pants button before slowly dragging the zipper down, her fingers ghosting over the heat and hardness hidden underneath. 

He eyed the belt on the floor by her knee,
I might put that to use later. 
He imagined the sounds it would make when it hit her bare ass and the delicious pink marks it would leave behind.  His breath became ragged with anticipation as he watched her slowly undress him, her eyes reaching his every so often.  The ache he felt was near unbearable.  Those eyes were something special, but having them below him, the long dark lashes obstructing his view slightly, in just the right way, while she looked up at him and while he anticipated those lips wrapped around him… was… out of this world.  Her eyes widened further and her pupils dilated, when he was freed from the constraints of his clothing.  Her focus was on his large member as it throbbed for her.

“Suck it.” 

Mackenzie froze, wide-eyed, and drew in a sharp breath.  It was unintentional, she was merely stunned by his directness and by how much she longed to do exactly that.  She was also a little distracted by his size – he was huge.  He misread her completely, taking her reaction as hesitation of a different kind.

“I have a clean bill of health, I assure you.”  He paused, placing his finger under her chin, lifting her face slightly.  “Take me in your mouth Mackenzie, take it all,” he said, seductively, his voice taking on a throaty undertone.  “Suck me until I’m satisfied.  Understood?”

She nodded, his words arousing her beyond reason.  Her body so full of desire that she felt her own reality slipping.  She understood, and was more than willing, she couldn’t wait to take him in her mouth.

“Pardon?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She moved her head forward, took hold of the base of his shaft in one hand, spread her lips and darted her tongue out, catching the drop of moisture glistening on his tip.  She circled his head with her tongue a couple of times before dipping and licking the underside, running her tongue along his throbbing vein.  He groaned and she revelled in the sound, until he gripped her head suddenly and forcefully pushed her toward him.

“Mackenzie,” he hissed, “Suck. It.”  Pushing her face downwards he impaled her with his hardness.  He was larger than she was used to and when he hit the back of her throat she had to fight the urge to gag.  She wrapped her lips around him and sucked, slowly settling into a rhythm.

He watched her cheeks hollow out and released his hold on the back of her head.  She lifted up, tightened her grasp on him, her knuckles going white when she squeezed, and then she began to really move. 

When he groaned a moment later, Mackenzie smiled around his cock, enjoying his pleasure.  She slowed her movements, teasing him by taking her mouth away and licking his tip again, before sucking him back in.  She looked up to see him tossing his head backwards on a moan.  She felt powerful, having him this way… that was until his hand again gripped the back of her head.  He tightened his hold on her hair so much that her scalp burned.  He began to thrust his hips in small movements toward her, while pushing her harshly downward.

He was reminding Mackenzie who was in control and it wasn’t her.  He violently fucked her mouth, thrusting deep down her throat – his groin hitting her lips as she took him all the way.  She found it difficult to breathe, her eyes watered, but she offered no resistance.  She wanted it.  She didn’t care in that moment that a hair or three was detaching from her scalp, or that she was giddy from a lack of oxygen.

She wanted him.  She revelled in the feel of giving herself completely to this man, of opening herself up and taking him all.  Somehow she managed to relax her muscles, so much, that he went further down her throat than she had ever taken a man before.  She was so wanton with her own need that he could have done anything to her in that moment and her desire wouldn’t have wavered. 

He expected she would be good, but the way that she played him far outweighed his expectations.  She sucked at him hard and fervently, her warm tongue sliding along his length, while she took him
down her throat, over and over.  Her hand moved perfectly in sync with her sucking, and her eyes never strayed from their focus on his face.  He was having a hard time keeping his orgasm at bay.

Eventually he stilled and she felt the hot liquid spurt down her throat.

“Take it all, Mackenzie.  Every last drop.”

He was buried so deep in her mouth at the time, she had no choice but to oblige.  And she was more than willing to do so.  She took everything he had to give. 

Before she realized he was spent, Mackenzie was shoved away.  The loss of contact left her bereft.  She sat back on her heels, wiping saliva from her mouth with her fingertips.  She searched his face for answers but he only glanced at her momentarily.  The sudden change in atmosphere set her heart racing, panic replacing her elation.  Her need for him slipped away when she saw the coldness in his expression.  She recognized that look.  How could she forget?  It was the same one he gave her right before he dismissed her from his bed, at the apartment, just last week.