by Keith, Megan
He found it very difficult to look anywhere but at Mackenzie’s thighs the whole time Simon drove them into town. She sat cross legged beside him and his lilac shirt had moved up quite high. It may have been helped a little by his fingers that were drawing figure eights against her skin. He loved the little goose bumps he was causing. Touching her was making his cock rock hard but he couldn’t stop himself, it was a delicious torture that he was willing to endure.
Speaking of torture. He really shouldn’t allow her to go out dressed like that. It really was a huge disservice to all the men that would see her. How would they cope knowing they could never touch her? He kind of felt bad for them. All eyes would be on her and her eyes would only be on him. He would make sure of it.
Simon pulled the car up out front of a strip of clothing stores and opened the door for them to step out. He gave them both a nod and then got back in the car and drove off.
Lacing his fingers with Mackenzie’s, he asked, “Where to first?”
“No clue.” She shrugged. “I’ve never shopped in this part of town before.” It was way beyond her means. The shops here held items of clothing that she could never afford, if she wanted to keep herself fed.
“This way then.” He pulled her toward the first store he saw. The sales assistant walked over to them immediately. She gave him a ‘come hither’ look before looking at Mackenzie like she was a bug to be squished.
“Can I help you?” she asked Sir, in a sugary sweet tone that irritated Mackenzie. She hated the woman instantly and already couldn’t wait to leave the store. The eyes she was making at Sir had her rolling her own and squirming in discomfort. She felt him tense beside her.
He could tell how uncomfortable Mackenzie was with the woman who was making a play for him. He was relieved to spot a male sales assistant behind her. He looked friendly enough and was in no way a threat, just the man’s poise alone screamed that he was gay.
Sir tugged Mackenzie past the female assistant without a word and stopped in front of a male one, his name tag read Blane. Mackenzie looked over her shoulder at the woman who was giving her the evil eye and gave her a satisfied grin. She didn’t mind at all when Blane starting ogling the man beside her, that she could handle.
“Hello,” Blane said, dragging the word out longer than needed, while eyeing Sir up and down. “What can I help you with today, Sir? A new suit perhaps?” Blane’s hands went to the tape measure hanging loosely around his neck. If the look in his eye was any indication, he was more than ready to measure Sir’s inseam. Mackenzie had to supress a giggle.
“Actually, we’re looking for a new dress.” He tugged Mackenzie’s hand and nodded in her direction. “Something elegant ...” he trailed off when his eyes focused on her body.
“Oh goodie!” Blane rocked back on his heels, clasping his hands together. He stepped closer, putting his hand on her shoulder. She was forced to let go of Sir’s hand when Blane spun her from side to side, giving her the once over. “Wow, aren’t you just a perfect specimen?” All Mackenzie could do was blush. “Come this way cherub, I have much to show you.” He put his hand on the small of her back and guided her throughout the store.
Minutes later, the friendly sales assistant was helping her into a change room, with a royal blue dress, the same color as her now destroyed evening gown. It was tight and low cut, finishing just above her knees. It fit her like a glove. Sir was seated on the lounge chair when she exited the change room. He asked her to turn around. The intense way his eyes raked over her body made Mackenzie giddy with anticipation.
“Perfect. We’ll take that one.”
“Gorgeous darling. Now this one.” Blane handed her another dress and scooted her back into the change room. He shut the curtain before she had a chance to argue. She wordlessly tried it on and then modelled it for Sir. The same look of lust was on his face, but then he schooled his expression and sent her back in to change. She figured he must not have liked it that much.
Blane handed her another dress and she noted he had picked out a whole rack of clothing for her to try. He must have seen the question in her eyes because he leaned in and whispered, “I’m only doing as instructed, lucky lady. Where did you find him? I need me one of those.” He looked back at Sir and sighed, causing Mackenzie to giggle. Sir seemed content to stay where he was seated, giving her a smile that shot all the way to her toes before Blane closed the curtain.
She spent the next hour trying on outfits and modelling them for both men. Blane was a fantastic assistant and read her well. Every item he picked for her fit perfectly (even without a bra) and was to her taste, some more than others, sure, but Sir didn’t appear happy with any of them. He was very picky it seemed; he would look her up and down and then say, “Next” with outfit after outfit. Until Mackenzie was so entirely sick of it that she refused to try on anything more. She walked out of the change room wearing the first dress, the only one he had said yes to. She was feeling deflated by the whole experience.
“What are you doing? I’ve already seen that one.”
“I’m done. I don’t want to try on anything else.”
“Really?” he asked with genuine surprise.
She nodded. “Can we please get out of here?”
“Sure,” he said, standing up. She silently handed Sir the lilac shirt and belt that she arrived in. “Keep it. I was never a big fan of that color on me, anyhow. It was a gift from my mother. It looks better on you.”
Mackenzie avoided his eye contact as Blane came from out of nowhere, swiftly removed the tag from the blue dress she was wearing and headed toward the counter. She followed him.
He was perplexed. Didn’t all women love to shop? Why does she look so unhappy?
“Is something wrong?” he asked, stepping up beside her.
“No. I’m fine. Thank you for the dress.”
“Which one?” he asked distractedly, reaching for his wallet in his jeans pocket.
She scrunched her nose up at him in confusion. Suddenly her eyes widened when she took in all of the bags on the counter.
“What are you doing?” she asked in horror. He’s buying the lot?
“Shopping?”
“You can’t do that! You aren’t buying me all of this!”
“I assure you I can and I will. You liked these things, did you not?”
“Yes, but…” She looked down at her feet and mumbled. “I thought you didn’t like any of it.”
“Why would you think that? Mackenzie, you’d look fantastic in a potato sack. Of course I liked everything you tried on.”
“Doesn’t mean you have to buy it all though! This is ridiculous!”
He bent down to whisper in her ear. “What’s ridiculous is your tone of voice. Settle down. You won’t win this argument with me, so don’t even try. My rules, Mackenzie.”
She swallowed. His tone was short. He meant business. She couldn’t argue, she was speechless. Infuriating man!
She crossed her arms and looked away, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the total of the bill, it was more than likely into the thousands in a store like this. She left him at the counter. She was wandering aimlessly through the men’s department, when something caught her eye. Amongst a rack of ties the lilac one stood out, it perfectly matched the shirt she still held in her hands, with darker stripes decorating it diagonally. She’d never purchased a tie before, but knew that one hundred dollars was probably a bit excessive. Nevertheless, he had just spent a fortune on her and she felt the need to give him something in return. Besides, she thought with a giggle, the color is perfect.
She got in line behind him just as he was tucking his wallet back into his pocket. She could have kicked herself when she realized she had missed her opportunity to look at his credit card. I could have read his name! Sir collected all of her bags and spun around to face her. She side-stepped him and went to the counter.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m making a purchase,” she replied, handing Blan
e her credit card.
Blane smiled at her, flicking his eyes back and forth between the two of them, obviously taking pleasure in the little spat he had just witnessed.
“Thank you, Blane,” she said when he handed her bag and card back.
“You’re welcome sweetheart. My pleasure, really. Please come again.” He smiled a genuine smile.
Sir didn’t say another word until they were back on the street.
“Where’s the nearest lingerie store?” he asked, walking briskly to the left.
“You’re not buying me anything else!” Mackenzie called after him, rushing to catch up.
“I am. That was pure torture back there. Knowing you were wearing nothing but my underwear under each of those outfits. It was plain as day that you weren’t wearing a bra. My cock was hard after the very first dress.”
Mackenzie smiled. “And here I was thinking you were having a miserable time and didn’t like a single item.”
“I was miserable! I liked everything a little too much.” He smiled at her cheekily and her heart skipped a beat. “I like watching you,” he added softly.
“Watching me?” She raised her eyebrow at him.
“Yes. Ah!” He suddenly turned toward the entrance of another store, somehow managing to open the door for her, even when holding all of the bags. He leaned in as she past, speaking softly, “Luckily, I’m a fan of torture, because this is going to be pure hell.”
Mackenzie couldn’t supress a giggle at his words. She looked up to see that he had indeed found a lingerie store. She stopped to browse at the first rack. Sir continued walking until he found a chair at the back of the store. He dumped the bags on it, and beside it, before returning to her side. She suddenly felt embarrassed when he started pulling items from the rack and inspecting them closely. He held up a white corset covered with intricate lace. He gave her body a heated examination and Mackenzie couldn’t help feeling instantly aroused.
“Try this one first,” he instructed, handing it to her. She put it back on the rack but before she had a chance to exchange it for the correct sizing he was grabbing her wrist and seething. “Mackenzie, please stop being so argumentative.”
“I wasn’t, Sir, I was just getting it in my size,” she huffed back.
She tugged her arm and he reluctantly let go. The fire in her eyes only turning his aggravation into desire.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, trailing his fingertips across her marked wrist. He caught her jade eyes and she smiled at him, a sign of forgiveness. She held up another corset and waved it at him as if to say, ‘see’. “Try that one on first,” he instructed, wrapping his fingers back around her wrist and hauling her toward the change rooms. He tugged the curtain shut behind her, but not before he saw her shaking her head at him.
“Can I help you?” a sales assistant asked, coming to his side.
“No, we’re fine thanks,” he replied, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. “I’ll call you if I need you.”
The woman smiled politely then went to help another customer. Time dragged as he waited for Mackenzie. His patience was completely gone when she tentatively peeked at him through the curtain.
“I can’t reach the last couple of hooks…”
He shoved her inside, quickly following and shutting the curtain behind him. Eyeing her up and down, his already hard cock strained painfully at the sight of her. She had the tight white corset almost done up. She turned her back to him so that he could assist. He was too busy admiring her reflection in the mirror to bother with a couple of stupid hooks. Her cheeks were a tad flushed and she was biting that plump bottom lip of hers. He licked his own lips, allowing his eyes to trail to her breasts, which were barely contained by the white material. He wrapped his arms around her waist. His eyes travelled further south and focused on the underwear she was wearing, his underwear. He gulped. As ridiculous as his too big, grey boxer briefs looked on her, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of her wearing them. Pressing his body more firmly against her back, he pushed his hand inside his underwear. He pressed his fingers against her mound and she gasped, her jade eyes meeting his in the mirror.
“You’re so fucking wet, Mackenzie.”
“You can’t-” She tried to protest but was silenced when he thrust a finger inside of her.
“I can. And I will. This pussy is mine.” She made a mewling sound, closing her eyes briefly. He rubbed his hard shaft against her ass as he added another finger and started pumping them. She was so slick with moisture that he knew he couldn’t leave her like this. He couldn’t bring her to orgasm without being inside her either – he had to have more. His labored breaths against her neck caused her to shiver and that was his undoing. He ferociously bit her neck and she yelped. “Shh,” he cooed against her skin.
He quickly moved his hands to her hips and tugged his underwear down her legs.
“No, we can’t,” she whispered, unconvincingly, stepping out of them anyway.
He stood back up behind her, pressing his body to hers and pushed his hand inside the corset, glad he hadn’t done up those last couple of hooks, as they would have hindered his ease of access. He pinched her nipple before rolling it with his forefinger and thumb.
“Heels,” he whispered in her ear, removing his hands from her body.
“What?” she gasped.
“Put your heels back on.”
She didn’t argue, just did what she was told. She bent down to get her shoes and gave him a perfect view of her naked ass. He rubbed his finger down her crack with a soft moan before quickly unfastening the button of his jeans, pushing down the zipper and prying his pants apart. She stood before him and he roughly turned her away.
“Brace your hands on the mirror.”
“What happened to ‘delayed gratification’?” she asked, eyeing him in the mirror, a sexy, smug look on her face.
“I’ve waited long enough.”
She moved her hands to the mirror, as instructed, and stared at him in the reflection. His dark eyes pinned her to the spot as he nipped her furiously on her shoulder before stepping back. He grabbed her hips, forcing her to arch her back; positioning her to his liking. He admired the view for a moment before grabbing hold of his shaft in one hand and tightening his grip on her hip with the other. He watched as he rubbed his hard cock against her ass before sliding down to her wet heat. He brushed it against her clit, coating it in her juices, before thrusting it into her opening.
“Thank fuck for heels,” he mumbled against the back of her neck, their bodies perfectly aligned.
That first thrust hit her so deep, and so hard, that she almost smashed her face against the mirror.
“I said, brace yourself,” he reprimanded her.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered back. She bent her elbows and forced her arms to remain rigid in place. He stared at her in the mirror and resumed his movements. Hard and fast he fucked her, the angle again proving perfect, he was hitting just the right spot on every thrust. She forgot where she was for a moment and allowed a large gasp to leave her lips. His hand quickly came up to her mouth, covering it.
“Be quiet, Mackenzie. Bite down on my hand if you have to. I’m going to make this quick.”
His movements became faster, harder. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt her body start to tremble in ecstasy.
“Open your eyes, look at me,” he softly demanded in her ear.
She lifted her lids and refocused on his dark and determined orbs. She couldn’t stop the gasps from leaving her mouth. The things he could do to her body were beyond anything she had ever experienced with any other man, but add those eyes drilling into her and she was a goner. I will never tire of this.
She tried to hold off her orgasm but it was nearing impossible. His finger moved to inside her mouth and she sucked on it to keep quiet. While his other hand snaked its way around her front and went to work on her clit.
“Now,” he said, giving her permission. Though it wouldn’t have mattered, there was no way
she could have stopped the overpowering climax from occurring anyhow.
The sounds she made against his hand were spellbinding. He pushed himself into her with one last, long, hard, thrust, coming violently inside her.
“Do you need some help?” the sales assistant’s voice came from behind him. He shook his head to clear it and was relieved to see the curtain was still closed. The mortified look on Mackenzie’s face in the mirror was priceless. He pressed his hand harder against her mouth and gently continued to rub himself inside her.
“We’re fine for the moment, thanks. I was just helping her with a couple of hooks.”
Mackenzie shook her head against his hand, stifling a giggle. She couldn’t believe his voice sounded so casual and normal, when she could clearly see he was breathing just as heavily as she was, and he was still moving inside her as he spoke.
“Okay, well, just call out if you need anything,” the woman said, her voice trailing off when she moved away.
Sir gave Mackenzie a couple more strokes before withdrawing from her body. He stood behind her and did up his jeans. She turned to face him, he looked as if nothing had happened and she shook her head.
“I can’t believe you,” she said, half in awe, half in annoyance that they almost got caught.
“Get used to it. I will have you whenever and wherever I like, Mackenzie. It’s part of the deal.”
She didn’t know how to respond, but her body did – it shivered and her muscles clenched with yearning.
He saw the evidence of their encounter as it trickled down her thigh and hastily collected his borrowed underwear from the floor. He used it to carefully wipe up the mess. Mackenzie gasped when he reached the apex of her thighs. It was a pleasurable sound and it made him come to a conclusion.
“I think it might be best if you complete the remainder of this lingerie shopping on your own.” He grabbed the material of her corset. “But I am definitely buying this one.” He gave it a tug, pulling her body flush against his, crushing his lips to her mouth. He kissed her viciously, biting her lip, leaving her gasping for air. He folded, then tucked, the messy underwear in his jeans pocket and stepped backward from the change room, pushing out of the curtain. He spotted the sales assistant straight away. “She needs bras, panties, garters, the works.” He waved the woman to the change room and took a seat beside the bags of clothes from the previous store.
