Eraser Crimson by Megan Keith, Renee Kubisch Page A

either.  He chuckled.  “Mackenzie, something tells me that if you objected to what I just did, you would have spoken up.”
    “True.”  She smiled genuinely before placing a soft kiss to his lips.  “Can I use your bathroom?”
    “Of course.”  He turned, placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her toward the bedroom.  They stepped inside the door and Nate pointed to the ensuite to the right.  “Go right ahead.  I’ll wait for you out here.”  He left her to it, retreating to the living area.
    Memories of their first night together flooded her mind as her eyes took in the room.  It was a large bedroom, modern, stark, and only a little more inviting than the living room.  White walls, charcoal carpet, a bed with black and white linen.  A black armchair sat in the corner – the armchair that held her clothes the last time she was here.  She gulped in discomfort.  It was the corner where she stood to get dressed when she had been dismissed.  In the opposite corner, near the large wall of glass overlooking the city, there was the small side table that held a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid, she presumed to be Glenfiddich, a couple of glasses beside it.  One of which he had drank from when he’d turned so cold and told her to leave.  She swallowed a lump in her throat, looking away.
    Her eyes caught sight of a large black leather ottoman to her left.  It was a rectangular shaped piece of furniture, low to the ground, and she immediately knew that it must have been what she had knelt beside that night.  The leather her face had been pressed against when she was blindfolded, her arms bound behind her back – she squeezed her thighs together as moisture pooled between them – when Sir had given Mackenzie her first experience at anal play.  She looked to the bed where he handcuffed her, made her body cry out for more, where he had fucked her hard and given her their first ever kiss.
    Yes, her mind swirled with an array of emotions in this room, but the one that was winning out was desire.  She decided right then what she needed to do.

 
     
    Ruby red lips were what he noticed first.  The color her mouth was freshly painted in stood out against her pale skin and hair so dark.  She had removed her work shirt and skirt and was now standing in the doorway wearing a black lacy bra, matching thong, black stockings and garters.  But it was the heels that his eyes stalled on.  They were killer.  They had to be the sexiest stilettos he’d ever seen.  How he hadn’t noticed them when she’d first arrived, he’ll never know.  They were black with diamantes or rhinestones … whatever the fuck you called them they were wrapped over her feet like cuffs.  No, collars.  One thing was missing in this picture and that was a matching collar around her neck.  His cock strained at the thought of collaring her, making her his, in every way.  He shook his head.  No, that’s not who Mackenzie is, she’s more than that.  Besides, it’s not like I’ve ever collared anyone before.
    He was casually leaning back in one of the arm chairs, his burgundy tie loosened around his neck and the top two buttons of his shirt undone, his jacket open wide.  Though he was across the room, Mackenzie could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, see the desire in his dark eyes.  Propping one foot against the wall, her knee bent, she leaned against it and gave him her most seductive look.
    “Want to play a game?” she asked, smiling wickedly at him. 
    “What type of game, Mackenzie?” His answering smile made her breath hitch.
    “I want you, Sir.  I want you to give me pleasure like I’ve never known before.”
    She winked at him and he chuckled at her playfulness.
    With her heart beating erratically in her chest, she said, “I want something like that first night in this apartment.  Surprise me.”
    His primal urges instantly took over his body at her words, but, deep down, somewhere