hidden in the recesses of his mind he felt … disappointed. In himself. In her. He didn’t want to dwell in that headspace. He didn’t want to be hidden in that detached persona any longer. Not now. Not after he’d spent so much time with her, his feelings growing by the second. He was quick to quell those thoughts though. He wanted her more than he had ever desired any other woman and that overwhelming need came first.
“Come.” He beckoned to her with his hand. Using her foot, she pushed off the wall and took a step. He held his palm up to stop her and she instantly stilled. “On your knees. Crawl to me.” He gulped when she instantly dropped to the floor. So obedient. He adjusted his pants and sat up straighter, his eyes trained on her. “Slower, Mackenzie. I want to observe you.”
Her knee must have caught on the edge of one of the tiles because she winced. The sadistic part of him, the one he wanted to squash, was thrilled at that, but another part of him wanted to ask if she was okay. He ignored the war going on in his head and said nothing. She continued on, sashaying the bare cheeks of her delicious ass in the air. She had her back arched and her green eyes focused on his. She moved cat-like and looked elegant doing so. She looked too fucking good to be true – the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
When her hands were spread on the floor, inches from his shoes she stopped, bit her lip and looked up at him with eyes full of desperate need and desire to be accepted, loved. She may not have meant for that to be seen, but he could see it. She needed him and he was going to prove to her that he could be exactly what she wanted – her man. Later. For now, he was going to give her what she’d asked for – a Dom.
“Kiss my shoes, Mackenzie.” Her eyes didn’t even flicker, no question in them, no hesitation, just obedience that had his hard cock twitching. She leaned down gracefully, kissing the tip of one shoe and then the other. “Good girl. Now take them off.”
As she set about undoing his laces, he felt like an ass. He’d seen these games before, hell he’d played them, he knew that he was meant to love it, and he kind of did, but at the same time the war in his head continued. He’d only ever wanted to make Mackenzie happy. In all those months of watching her at The Blue Room he’d craved all of these things, to have her obey, be demeaned at his hands, treated as his slave, his sub … but now, she was his woman . The conflict and inner turmoil was unexpected and he didn’t like unexpected.
Mackenzie removed Sir’s second shoe and looked up at his face. She saw his brow was crinkled and his eyes distant, looking through her like he was lost in thought. She hesitated a moment before quietly asking, “Is everything okay, Sir?” He blinked, looked down on her and moved his hand to cup her chin. This wasn’t Sir. He smiled and she smiled back. There he is, my Nate, she thought, looking up into his warm, dark brown eyes. My Nate? When did I start calling him that?
“Yes, everything’s fine.” He dropped his hand back to his knee and cleared his throat. “Now, undo my pants.”
He leaned back in his chair and let his legs fall open wider. Mackenzie sat up higher on her knees, wedging herself between his. She reached for his belt buckle and slid it undone, then the button and fly of his suit pants before reaching inside his boxers to free him. He was rock hard, silky smooth and veiny, he had the most attractive cock she’d ever seen. She fisted him and looked into his eyes, awaiting his next instruction. She smirked at him seductively, surmising exactly what that would be. She licked her lips in anticipation.
“Kiss it,” he breathed loudly. She jolted at his words and then did as she was told, lightly kissing the tip of his cock. “Again.” His voice was raspy and full of
“Come.” He beckoned to her with his hand. Using her foot, she pushed off the wall and took a step. He held his palm up to stop her and she instantly stilled. “On your knees. Crawl to me.” He gulped when she instantly dropped to the floor. So obedient. He adjusted his pants and sat up straighter, his eyes trained on her. “Slower, Mackenzie. I want to observe you.”
Her knee must have caught on the edge of one of the tiles because she winced. The sadistic part of him, the one he wanted to squash, was thrilled at that, but another part of him wanted to ask if she was okay. He ignored the war going on in his head and said nothing. She continued on, sashaying the bare cheeks of her delicious ass in the air. She had her back arched and her green eyes focused on his. She moved cat-like and looked elegant doing so. She looked too fucking good to be true – the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
When her hands were spread on the floor, inches from his shoes she stopped, bit her lip and looked up at him with eyes full of desperate need and desire to be accepted, loved. She may not have meant for that to be seen, but he could see it. She needed him and he was going to prove to her that he could be exactly what she wanted – her man. Later. For now, he was going to give her what she’d asked for – a Dom.
“Kiss my shoes, Mackenzie.” Her eyes didn’t even flicker, no question in them, no hesitation, just obedience that had his hard cock twitching. She leaned down gracefully, kissing the tip of one shoe and then the other. “Good girl. Now take them off.”
As she set about undoing his laces, he felt like an ass. He’d seen these games before, hell he’d played them, he knew that he was meant to love it, and he kind of did, but at the same time the war in his head continued. He’d only ever wanted to make Mackenzie happy. In all those months of watching her at The Blue Room he’d craved all of these things, to have her obey, be demeaned at his hands, treated as his slave, his sub … but now, she was his woman . The conflict and inner turmoil was unexpected and he didn’t like unexpected.
Mackenzie removed Sir’s second shoe and looked up at his face. She saw his brow was crinkled and his eyes distant, looking through her like he was lost in thought. She hesitated a moment before quietly asking, “Is everything okay, Sir?” He blinked, looked down on her and moved his hand to cup her chin. This wasn’t Sir. He smiled and she smiled back. There he is, my Nate, she thought, looking up into his warm, dark brown eyes. My Nate? When did I start calling him that?
“Yes, everything’s fine.” He dropped his hand back to his knee and cleared his throat. “Now, undo my pants.”
He leaned back in his chair and let his legs fall open wider. Mackenzie sat up higher on her knees, wedging herself between his. She reached for his belt buckle and slid it undone, then the button and fly of his suit pants before reaching inside his boxers to free him. He was rock hard, silky smooth and veiny, he had the most attractive cock she’d ever seen. She fisted him and looked into his eyes, awaiting his next instruction. She smirked at him seductively, surmising exactly what that would be. She licked her lips in anticipation.
“Kiss it,” he breathed loudly. She jolted at his words and then did as she was told, lightly kissing the tip of his cock. “Again.” His voice was raspy and full of
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