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  Copyright © Megan Keith 2014

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  Edited by Renee Kubisch

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  This novella is for MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY! It contains explicit sex scenes with BDSM type scenarios.

  You must read the first two instalments BEFORE starting this!

  This story picks up exactly where volume two ended.

  To Renee ~ the bestest friend (and editor, collaborator, co-conspirator, cheerleader, mischief maker, motivator, pervert, Mutley laugher, snowball thrower, shit-stirrer) in all the lands!

  “We accept the love we think we deserve.”

  ~ Stephen Chbosky

  Once the words had left Mackenzie’s mouth, he didn’t hesitate. “Sir, please tie me up,” she had said, and then laid back on the bed, watching him with those gorgeous jade eyes. He quickly gathered the rope from the floor then stepped to her side. His fingers twitched with excitement and his body flooded with adrenalin. Her breasts, barely contained by her low cut blue evening gown, were heaving with rapid breath. He could see she was nervous.

  “I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he repeated, reassuring her once more, before moving to her ankle.

  She silently nodded and took a deep breath. Waking up tied to a bed and not knowing exactly how she got there had been a frightening experience for Mackenzie. But after recovering from the initial shock she found she could forgive him. She was beginning to think she’d probably forgive HIM for just about anything. Though she had not initially consented, out loud, it was something that she did want. He was right. More than anything she wanted to be held captive by this man and to be held at his mercy.

  “No garters or stockings,” he observed aloud, though he had noted it last night he felt compelled to bring it up now. He wanted her to relax as much as possible and he felt some conversation might do the trick. “Do you often go bare-legged under an evening gown?”

  She laugh quietly before answering, “You do come out with the most random of things.” His hand caressed her leg sending a welcoming shiver through her body.

  He smiled at her, pleased that his words had distracted her from the horrible mistake he’d made, at least momentarily. Drugging her? What was I thinking? I knew the allure of being held captive was something she wanted, but I went about it the wrong way. He chastised himself for making such a stupid error in judgment. He always prided himself on being a smart man and the fact he did something so idiotic, and irresponsible, worried him. It was something he was going to have to keep in check where Mackenzie was concerned. There was something about her that made him act irrationally. He felt desperate when she said she would leave, but he should have told her and not-

  “The heels,” she said, cutting him from his thoughts.

  “Hmm?”

  “Open toed heels. Not a good look with stockings, therefore no need for garters either,” she explained.

  “Of course.”

  She watched him waste no time returning to full Sir Mode – all business and determination. Though he was determined in concentration, he was a contradiction by being tender in his movements, handling her with care as he tied her to the bed. The sunlight was streaming in through the large window to her left, bypassing the bed, hitting the far wall near the door. It cast a shadow across Sir’s face when he leaned over her, making it hard to see his expression until he came to the other side of the bed. He was still dressed in his white shirt and black suit pants from the night before. A five o’clock shadow embellished his handsome face and matched the natural sexiness of his dishevelled dark hair. Her body hummed at the sight of him, and the feel of his light touches to her bare skin, as he secured her to the white metal frame of the bed.

  He admired her perfect little toes, with nails painted in lilac, as he tied the last of the jute rope around her ankle with a tight diamond knot. He was no kinbaku master but he had done a little internet research and was pleased with his efforts.

  “Done.”

  Mackenzie gasped when his finger ran down the side of her cheek, her throat and then between the crevice of her breasts. She acknowledged just how much she craved his touch. She arched her back to get closer, as much as she could while tied so tightly. She was spread wide, her legs and arms tethered to the corner posts of the bed. His finger ran further down the center of her body and dipped between her legs. She moaned when he pressed through the material of her panties, against her clit. Then he moved his hand away and she groaned at the loss of contact.

  “This dress simply won’t do, it’s time for it to come off,” he said, reaching for something beside the bed.

  Mackenzie’s eyes widened in shock when she caught the glint of the shiny pair of scissors. He held them near his face with a wicked look in his eye. The situation suddenly became very real. She was tied down in the home of a man she barely knew.

  A dangerous and seductive man that I cannot help but be irrevocably attracted to …

  She closed her eyes when he ran the blunt edge of the scissors against her cheek. She was frozen to the spot, her breath coming fast. She whimpered, suddenly worried she’d made a huge mistake.

  “Open your eyes.” Mackenzie blinked up at him, unable to disobey his sexy, gravelly voice. He moved his body a little closer, leaning over her. “As much as I enjoy the terror in your eyes, you need to remember that you trust me, papillon. I won’t ever put your life in danger.” He ran the scissors over the top of her royal blue evening gown and paused at her navel, increasing the pressure slightly. “Understood?” He looked at her expectantly.

  She swallowed before answering, “Yes… Sir,” with a dry and scratchy throat. She believed him. She didn’t know why, but she did. Even though he was switching back to full Sir Mode her nervousness lost its edge with the realization that she really trusted him.

  “Good.” The scissors pressed over the top of her dress again.

  “Wait, wait. Don’t we need a safe word or something?” Mackenzie asked in a rush, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

  His eyes softened and focused on hers. “Okay.”

  Mackenzie sighed in relief. She stared at him and swallowed. I can do this. He won’t hurt me.

  “How about papillon?” she suggested. “You seem to be fond of that word.”

  “No, not that.” It was his pet name for her, they couldn’t use that. He thought for a moment, his eyes wandering her body. He remembered the first time he had her bound to his bed, in his apartment, and recalled the song playing that night. “Eraser,” he whispered.

  “Yes.” She smiled at him and nodded. Perfect. It was their song. Unconventional – but so were they.

  He climbed on the bed, settling between her legs before leaning over her. He rested the cool metal of the sci
ssors against the bare skin of her breast. She gasped and their eyes connected briefly before he leisurely dragged the scissors down further. He watched her body tremble under his touch, goose bumps forming on her skin. She remained frozen to the bed, her eyes focused on the ceiling. He felt like he was barely containing himself at the sight of her, he was throbbing so hard. He loved having her under his control like this.

  Her dress was split right down the middle from the peak of her legs and was showing a lot more skin now that she was tied down, her legs spread wide now void of fabric almost entirely.

  “You have very sexy legs, Mackenzie, I’m looking forward to getting between them again.”

  When he reached the apex of her thighs he could detect just a hint of her black lace covered pussy. He tucked the edge of the scissors under the tear of her dress and started to slowly cut away the fabric, revealing more. The only sound in the room, besides their collective heavy breathing, was the short, sharp snips of the scissors.

  Mackenzie could feel the glide of the metal against her skin – it wasn’t anything to be afraid of. In fact, Mackenzie liked the feel of it. The slow movements of the hard metal against her skin kind of tickled and her body relaxed into the moment. The danger of it, combined with the material slowly splitting apart, had her skin tingling, heart racing and her body aching with longing. But it was the feeling of helplessness, of being restrained and held captive, that had her insides clenching with anticipation.

  Her eyes made their way to Sir’s face. His forehead was lined, his brow scrunched in concentration and his dark eyes filled with determination, while he focused on the task at hand. He was even more attractive to her in that very moment. Something about the studious look on him made her like him more. It wasn’t long until he was snipping the last shoulder strap of her dress. He was done.

  Placing the scissors on the bedside table, he observed that the terror in her eyes had been replaced by need. Perfect.

  “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked.

  “No, Sir,” she replied with a smile.

  She watched him undress, his penetrating gaze focused on her the whole time. She was already aroused, but seeing his hefty erection spring free, she felt another bolt of pleasure course through her. With a predatory look, he climbed on the bed, settling back between her legs, he lifted the dress away from her body. He eyed her appreciatively, sending a shiver through her as he burned her with his heated gaze. Leaning over her, he reached for the scissors again and snipped the center of her strapless bra. She gasped when her breasts were freed, dropping heavily to the sides of her body, the air causing her already erect nipples to harden further. He dipped lower and she sucked in a quick breath when she felt the metal against her hip. He used the scissors to snip one side and then the other, to divest her of her panties.

  “Beautiful.” He sat back on his legs to admire his handiwork. There she was, spread eagled below him, the material of her destroyed clothing framing her naked and magnificent body.

  He ran the edge of the scissor from just below her navel, up the center of her body, all the way to her throat. He put a small amount of pressure on her skin and watched her eyes widen for a moment before moving the sharp object away. She instantly looked relieved and he felt heady with the power he held. It made his cock strain painfully.

  “Fear is natural, but unnecessary, Mackenzie. You give me the power but I won’t hurt you. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Mackenzie was stunned at just how right it felt, giving him that power.

  Repositioning himself on top of her, he slid against her wet heat. “Can you feel how wet you are, Mackenzie? Literally dripping with desire.”

  Before she could respond with even a nod, he was shoving his way forcefully into her body. Her muscles squeezed around him and he groaned with pleasure, her answering moan sounding heavenly. On outstretched arms he watched her as he began to move. Increasing his tempo, he dove deep and fucked her hard.

  “Look at me, Mackenzie … watch me,” he insisted when her eyes faltered. And she did. She obeyed him, keeping her eyes fixed on his, reminding him that she was exactly what he was after. He admired her obedience and was glad she was accepting of him. And though she sometimes fought him a little, which he too admired, she wasn’t opposed to his inclinations. She was willing to try and that was important – he had many things he wanted her to try in their future.

  “Please, Sir,” she gasped on a deep thrust. Not sure what she was begging for exactly. His movements were steady but fierce, hitting her so deep, but it wasn’t enough.

  “I’m going to fuck you harder now, Mackenzie. You ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.” It’s as if he can read my mind.

  He adjusted his position, increased his tempo and moved deeper still. The angle causing him to rub on that special spot inside her body that always put her on edge, but was rarely reached by anyone but her, with a vibrator. He sure knows what he’s doing. The fact that she was tied down made the feelings he was provoking even stronger, he took away her ability to move and therefore increased her craving. Just as she would reach that precipice of orgasm he would readjust his position to stop it.

  “Sir, please…”

  “Not until I say the word, Mackenzie.” The intense look in his eyes prevented her from disobeying. He read her body so well that she couldn’t hide her amazement. He amazed her.

  He kept her on edge, made her ache with desire and pant with need as he continued to move. He fucked her so hard and so long that Mackenzie was aching inside. She became desperate for release. He hit that spot again and she almost went over but he stopped himself and halted her climax once more. She pulled a face of annoyance.

  “Not yet.”

  Her only answer was another moan. She wanted to please him but at the same time it was becoming increasingly difficult. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold off the impending explosion. “Sir!”

  “Now!” he called, much to her relief. “God. Yes, Mackenzie. That’s it. You feel so good coming apart on my cock.” Watching, and feeling, her ride out her orgasm was beautiful. His movements slowed, he had to withdraw to hold off his own climax and he saw her wince.

  When he pulled out, her rigid body sagged against the bed. She was aching all over, her arms and legs stretched tight and her insides deliciously sore from his rough fucking.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, his body hovering above hers and his expression softening.

  “Yes. It’s a good kind of hurt though.” She smiled then quickly added, “Sir.” The relief he felt at her answer was overwhelming. Mackenzie was not someone he wanted to disappoint, in any way, and knowing that she enjoyed the little pleasurable pain as much as he enjoyed giving it, gave him a head rush.

  She watched him quickly move his body downwards on the bed.

  “Let me see what I can do to help you out with that.” He was kneeling between her legs when he spoke, a sexy, wicked, smile upon his face. This was the softer side of him, the less Sir like and more playful fun guy she had been catching glimpses of, the one she admired most. He was definitely less serious than he was in his apartment last time, more relaxed. It pleased her greatly to see.

  A second later, Mackenzie was moaning in heightened pleasure again as his hot, wet tongue licked her slowly from end to end. She shivered in delight, the sensations he was eliciting overwhelmed her. She couldn’t help but wriggle against her restraints when he teased her a second time. Then he licked one side of her lips before concentrating on the other.

  “Mmm, you taste good,” he said, his voice vibrating against her.

  His tongue circled her clit, over and over without touching it, before going down through her center and back up. And then he would start the pattern all over again, alternating from light touches with the tip of his tongue to strong ones with the flat. It drove her wild. He drove her wild in way that even topped their previous encounters.

  “Please, Sir,” Mackenzie eventually whimpered, badly wanting sweet
release again. She winced, expecting his slap for speaking out of turn, but it never came.

  He teased, bit and sucked at her body until she was desperately, silently, begging for her climax. When he finally allowed her to come, by stretching her wide with his fingers and licking at her clit roughly, she felt overwhelmed with gratitude, coming violently and loudly. Her body was still shuddering, and her lungs still catching their breath, when he was again thrusting his hard cock back inside her. He relentlessly continued his torment on her tired body, pushing himself into her hard and fast until Mackenzie again found herself climaxing with another loud cry.

  “Yes!”

  He kept going as her insides clenched around him, and her body shuddered under his, as much as her restraints would allow. She was gasping for air, her wide green eyes focused on his. He could see so much passion behind them. So much lust adorned her beautiful face that he couldn’t hold off his climax a second longer. He shouted, the loud sound from his mouth not quite a word, as he released himself inside her.

  While riding out the last of his orgasm, he kissed her passionately on the lips and she returned the kiss, thinking to herself how different it felt each time their lips met. This kiss was more tender than any of the others, more caring. When they broke apart briefly she looked back into his eyes and saw a gentleness there, his eyes were now comforting and warm again. He was still softening inside her when he returned his lips to hers. It was slow and sensual, a delicious dance, as he moved his mouth against hers, their tongues leisurely caressing. Eventually he stopped moving his body and collapsed heavily on top of her. She welcomed his weight.

  She longed to touch him, run her hands over his body, play with his hair, anything … and when he eventually lifted himself from her body and withdrew from inside her, she instantly felt cold and in desperate need of losing the restraints. She wanted, no needed, to be held by him. The overpowering need she felt to be wrapped in his strong arms was surprising to her, it was unlike her to be yearning for intimacy.