“Did I say you could do that?” Mackenzie said.
Before she had the chance to even shake her head, he flicked the slapper against her lower stomach. She cried out. He slapped her again, and again, each time harder than the last. Her skin was raised and red. She wrestled against the chains holding her, and I swallowed down the panic that was starting to rise in my chest. I had no idea if she was enjoying it or not.
He aimed short flicks all the way down her stomach and across her thighs, trailing the leather back up and over her pussy. It glistened with her juices.
He continued to flick her skin, fast and hard, all the way down her legs. Sweat formed on his back, soaking his white shirt. The smell of him, of her permeated the air, it was cloying, arousing, electrifying. I could feel the wetness between my legs, and I wanted to desperately clench my thighs together. Mackenzie walked around Veronica, continuing to flick the slapper against her skin. He very briefly looked over to me; it was the first indication he’d remembered I was in the room.
He paused. “Spreader,” he said to the man.
“Mac…” I heard Veronica say. Mackenzie slapped her into silence.
I looked at the man as he walked towards me; he held a metal bar in his hands. I looked over to Mackenzie; I guess the expression on my face told him all he needed to know.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
The man knelt at my feet. He lifted one and gently removed my shoe.
“Do not touch her unnecessarily. She is mine, and mine alone,” Mackenzie growled in a completely different tone of voice to the one he’d just used.
I wanted to be outraged at what he’d said but I couldn’t. I guessed without realising I’d fallen into the zone myself. I wanted him to take complete control of me. My stomach clenched at the thought, my pussy throbbed with want.
A strap was placed around one ankle and then the other. The bar was extended until my thighs were too far apart for me to use them to gain any relief. I looked at Mackenzie; he gave me a very brief smile and a gentle nod of his head. I could tell then. At that moment, I knew. He would treat her as she wanted, demanded; he would treat me as I needed. He was capable of switching between the two personalities, and I was so thankful for that.
The man sat back on his heels, he looked at me then quickly to my feet. I shuffled them back a little as he licked his lips. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to lick them or not.
Mackenzie made a noise not dissimilar to a growl and the man moved away. He stayed on his knees in the center of the room. It dawned on me then. Mackenzie had control of everyone in the room, me included. The man wanted to be dominated by Mackenzie. The power Mackenzie held over the people in the room had my stomach clench even tighter. I was surprised at how arousing it was.
He dropped the slapper he held and transferred the other one to his dominant hand. He trailed it over Veronica’s body, and when she moaned, it was clear that time it was a moan of pleasure.
“You need to come, don’t you?” he said. She nodded her head.
He walked behind her and brought the slapper down on her backside. He trailed it down her back, alternating between giving her very gentle flicks, to hard whacks.
Each time she moaned louder. I saw the black leather slide between her thighs, he rubbed it slowly back and forth over her. She writhed, and I could see the sweat run down between her breasts. I could feel a bead of my own sweat run down my back.
I gripped the chaise, my fingers dug into the material. I shifted against it, trying to gain some friction and then realised the point of the silk. All I did was slide, the dress having no purchase against the velvet material.
I moaned as I watched, and I saw a ghost of a smile on Veronica’s lips. She glanced at me and gave a subtle wink.
Her smile was lost as Mackenzie slapped her pussy. What I saw after had my jaw drop. She came, instantly, and it gushed down her legs. At the same time Mackenzie removed the nipple clamps and she screamed out, writhing against her restraints.
“Fuck,” I whispered. The man looked up at me.
Mackenzie walked back to stand in front of her. He drew the end of the slapper through her cum then raised it to her mouth. She opened and extended her tongue, he placed the leather on it, and she sucked it clean.
I struggled to control my breathing. I broke a fingernail as I clawed the chaise. The sound echoed around the room.
“Remove the spreader,” Mackenzie said, without looking at me.
As soon as my feet were free I wanted to clench my thighs together, he held my knees apart. I placed my hands over his and tried to push him away. I saw, from the corner of my eye, Mackenzie stride over.
“Release Veronica,” he said, the man immediately scuttled back and away from me.
Mackenzie held out his hand and I stood. Without a word he slid the straps of my dress from my shoulders, it fell and pooled around my feet. I wasn’t remotely embarrassed about standing there in just my panties. I was beyond that with what I’d just seen.
He led me to the poles, turned me to face him. He ran his fingers down my flaming cheeks. His features had softened, but my body shook from head to toe.
“Shush,” he whispered.
He took one wrist and cuffed it; he did the same to the other. He knelt before me.
“You have all the power,” he said. He looked at my ankle then back at me, as if waiting for my consent. I nodded.
He cuffed both ankles then stood.
The man was knelt on the floor, he had Veronica in his lap and he was stroking her hair, comforting her. He was gentle, whispering to her. He stood and carried her to the chaise. He laid her down. I watched as he reached underneath for a basket. He opened a tube of liquid and spread it over his hands; he gently ran those hands over her body.
Mackenzie walked to the wall and selected a flogger. He strode back to me and ran it down my chest, over my breasts. His shirt was soaked through, his fringe stuck to his forehead. The heat in the room had turned humid; sweat glistened on my body and ran down my back.
He kept eye contact with me even when he flicked the flogger against my stomach. I took a sharp breath in. He flicked again. Each time my clitoris throbbed. I was desperate for touch and relief. I let my head fall back as his flicks moved up my body. I moaned as they rained down on my breasts. It wasn’t like any sensation I’d ever felt before.
The strands of the flogger hit my body at different times, split seconds between them, prolonging the sting, the heating of my skin, and the transfer of energy to my nerve endings underneath. Static coursed over my body, my skin felt alive. My mind was a mass of sparks as impulses of desire and pain fought to travel down the same pathways in my brain.
I needed to come. I needed to feel Mackenzie inside me. I needed more.
I cried out in disappointment when he stepped back. He chuckled.
He moved behind me and I raised my head. It was then that I saw Veronica looking at me. The man had his head between her thighs licking her skin, her pussy. We shared a moment that could never be repeated. A look of understanding flew between us. Although not to the same extreme, we were two women who willingly gave ourselves to the men we loved. She enjoyed watching what Mackenzie did to me, as much as I enjoyed watching what he’d done to her. Although I had no doubt what I’d witnessed was nowhere near what she’d normally experience.
I heard long before I felt the flogger on my back. It was harder than the flicks I’d received before. I cried out, and as the sting made its way to register in my brain, I felt his mouth on my neck. He kissed as if to stop the message arriving.
His hands were on my hips and as he lowered himself, his tongue trailed down my spine. He licked the pain away. He reached under me and dragged his fingers over my exposed pussy. The relief I felt was instant. I wanted to come there and then. I moaned when he, once again, pulled away, denying me his touch.
He walked back to the wall and selected a wooden paddle, I knew what it was; I’d seen a plastic version online. It was wide
and I hoped the wider it was, the less painful. Without warning, he wrenched my panties down and slapped the paddle on my arse. It was a similar sensation to when he’d used his hand, and I liked it just as much.
I tried to control my breathing, I could feel myself falling towards that abyss, and I struggled to keep back from the edge. I wanted more, I wanted longer.
Veronica rose from the chaise and walked towards me. Mackenzie grabbed her wrist before she could place her hand on my breast. I watched his knuckles whiten as he gripped her hard.
“She just needs a little more,” she whispered, not taking her gaze from mine.
I looked at Mackenzie and his face displayed anger. I smiled at him and nodded. “Please?” I whispered. Without a word he released her wrist.
She held my hips and lowered slightly. Her tongue flicked over my nipple and as Mackenzie brought the paddle back down on my arse she bit, hard. I heard the paddle fall to the floor, the sound only marginally louder than my moans.
My body ached from being held in one position. I felt myself sag a little, letting the poles and the chains take my weight. While Veronica transferred her attention to my other nipple, I felt the strands of the flogger run down my back. I closed my eyes and tensed with anticipation as it was pulled away and then brought down on my backside.
“Again,” I said. He complied. I did, as he’d told me, have all the power.
“Harder!” I screamed out the word.
I think I received two more before my body gave in. I screamed out his name. I writhed and tried to wrench my arms from their restraint. Veronica moved away, and I felt his hands on my thighs and his nose run over my clitoris. That was my undoing. I came so fucking hard, so brutally that my stomach hurt, my body shook, tears coursed down my cheeks, and he licked and sucked.
My orgasm was his, every blissful, awful second of it, belonged to him. He totally claimed me then.
****
I was disorientated when I opened my eyes. I wasn’t sure where I was. My last memory had been of an orgasm so intense it made me feel nauseous.
“Hey, baby,” I heard.
“Where am I?”
“Back at the cottage, hold on. Shield your eyes.”
I covered my eyes with my arm, while he turned on the bedside lamp. I was in the four-poster bed, the muslin drapes closed around us. I rolled to my side, to face him.
I placed my hand on his cheek and he turned to kiss it.
“I’m so sorry,” he said.
“For what?”
“I didn’t expect you to come so hard, to pass out like that.”
“Wasn’t the first time,” I said. My voice was croaky, my throat dry. “I need a drink.”
He rose from the bed and strode to the kitchen. He returned with a glass of water. I winced as I sat up.
“Sore?”
“Not sore enough,” I said, as I took a sip.
He chuckled. “You…I don’t have words, Lauren. I can’t find the words to tell you how amazing you were, how you made me feel.”
“It was an experience,” I said, with a chuckle.
“One you’ll never repeat?”
“One where I need a little more control over my orgasms. I loved watching you, Mackenzie; that turned me on more. You controlled everyone. As much as you don’t have words, neither do I.”
It was his turn to chuckle.
“So your list’s complete,” he whispered.
“No, there’s one more. One that’s far more important to me than anything we’ve done so far.”
“I think we need to let your body rest before we get to that. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“I guess I should shower,” I said.
He shook his head. “I cleaned you, it’s my job, Lauren, to care for you after.”
“You cleaned me?”
“I washed your body, soothed the redness with lotion.”
“Now that’s something I could get used to. Can you pass me my phone?”
He frowned at me, but reached over to the dressing table and retrieved it.
I sat and half turned my body away from him. I sent a text. It was time.
My last request, Mackenzie, and I pray it’s something you’ll agree to. Make love to me, like you mean it.
I pressed send and placed the phone on the bedside cabinet. He looked towards the open door and into the living room where we heard his phone ping. He then looked at me. I let a tear roll down my cheek. He placed his thumb under my eye and caught the next.
“Am I going to hate what I read?” he whispered.
“I don’t know, Mackenzie.”
He closed his eyes and sighed before climbing from the bed again. I slid from the bed and stood; surprised my legs were as stable as they were. It was a while before he returned.
He walked towards me and cupped my face in his hands.
“I can’t do that,” he said. I couldn’t stop the sob that left my mouth. I bowed my head so he couldn’t see the sadness.
“Look at me. Look at me, Lauren, please,” he said.
When I raised my head, I saw a man whose face mirrored mine, full of sadness.
“I can’t do that because…I want so desperately to make love to you. I want to give you my soul, Lauren, but you’ll fucking break me when you walk away tomorrow.”
I blinked, not understanding.
“I…I don’t understand.”
“I love you. If I do this, if I give you my soul, because that’s what I’ll do if I make love to you, you’ll break me when you walk away.”
I sobbed again. I let the tears roll down my cheeks and saw the same on his. I placed my hands either side of his face.
“Oh, Mackenzie. Can’t you see how much I fucking love you? Do you think I’d have done any of this if I hadn’t?”
His smile was slow to form and then he shook his head and chuckled.
“You love me?”
“Yes!”
“Then why the fuck didn’t you say that?”
“Because you kept telling me you didn’t want a relationship.”
“I’ve never said that, did I? It’s about children, Lauren. At what point will you start wanting children and then hate me because I can’t give you that one thing?”
“Mackenzie, I want you. Just you. I don’t know what will happen with regards to children. Right now, I want us to just be us. You can’t have children. I’m going into this with my eyes wide open and with that knowledge. It doesn’t make me love you any less. And I could never hate you.”
He shook his head again. “I…”
“You said you’d do anything I asked, right?” He nodded his head. “Then do one thing for me, trust me.”
I silenced his response with a kiss.
Chapter Eighteen
Mackenzie didn’t make love to me once, or twice, in fact I think I lost count. He was tender and gentle. He took his time to pleasure every single part of my body. He kissed me, slow and fierce. He gave himself to me, and I did the same: mind, body, and soul.
I watched him sleep. I wanted to laugh; we weren’t supposed to sleep, not for twenty-four hours anyway. I was half tempted to wake him. I’d cried when we’d made love and he’d held me. He’d told me he loved me over and over, and I’d done the same. In the short time I’d known him, I was stunned at the depth of feeling I had for him.
“If you think you’re going to abuse my body again, Miss Perry, you have another think coming,” he whispered. He slowly opened his eyes.
“Are you turning me down, Mr. Miller?”
“Never, but I’m not making love to you again here. Up and dressed, we’re going home.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Here is for fucking, and I intend to do that to you, a lot. We’ll be back, often. Home, with you, is where I want to be right now.”
“So we don’t fuck at home?” I teased.
“We make love and we fuck, and I spank you, and I will claim your ass. You may have finished your list, Lauren,
but I haven’t.”
“Can you build one of those playrooms?”
“I can do whatever the fuck you want.”
He rolled from the bed, and despite my protest, pulled the duvet from my body. I laughed as he struggled into the same clothes he’d worn the previous night. It appeared we had no time to wait for his laundry. I quickly dressed and shoved all our things in the two overnight bags. With one last check around the rooms, we left.
It was way too early for anyone to be up except security. Mackenzie requested his car be brought around, and we waited on the steps of the manor house watching the sun rise.
I winced at the sound of the engine as the valet drove to the steps, sure it would have woken people. Mackenzie tipped him as he threw our bags in the boot, and then we roared off down the drive, kicking up gravel as we did.
We arrived back to his house in record time.
****
“I’m going to give you one last chance, Lauren. You’ll break my heart, but I’d rather you did it now. Think hard about whether you can be with me and not have children.”
“Don’t you think I have already? We could adopt, we could seek out some consultant and see if anything can be done. If it can’t, then we can love each other even more.”
He stared at me. I knew I was going to have some more convincing to do at a later date, but I meant what I’d said. I wanted him and if that meant forgoing children, then so be it.
“How soon can you move in?” Mackenzie asked as he placed two coffees on the breakfast bar. “Damn, forgot tea,” he added.
“Is that you asking me to live with you?”
“Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?”
“You know, when I first met you, you answered every question I asked, with a question. It was annoying.”
“And when I first met you, you evaded every question I asked, it was annoying.”
“As soon as I can pack up my flat, I guess.”
He smiled. “I’ll call a moving company tomorrow, you can rent it out.”
I took a sip of coffee.
“So, who won?” I asked.
He looked over the rim of his cup and frowned.
“The game? Who won?” I asked.
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