Free Eraser Blue by Megan Keith

he asked.
    “Tired… drunk… maybe… I’ll stay,” she slurred.
    The last thing she remembered, before she blacked out, was Sir’s hand coming to the side of her face, catching her as she fell forward.
    Her eyes fluttered closed as he lay her head back against the side of the sofa, a small smile playing on her lips.  He quickly grabbed the glass from her hand when it lost its grip.

 
     
     

     
     
     
    Mackenzie was confused when she opened her eyes.  She didn’t recognize where she was at all.  The room was darkened, but she could tell by the light surrounding the edges of the heavily draped window, that it was day time.  How could it be day already?
    She tried to sit up but her arm was stuck.  She tried moving the other and all she felt was a sharp stabbing pain to her wrist, her hand was tied.  She got scared when she realized her legs were bound too.  Her heart raced.  Lifting her head in the darkness, she could just make out the thick rope that was tethered to her ankles and wrists.  She was tied to four corners of a bed.  She gasped and started to panic.  Where the fuck am I?
    She tried to remember what happened.  She was in a library, having a drink and then…
    “Shh.”  She jolted at the voice so close to her face.  Turning her head, she could make out a masculine figure hunched over her.  He smelled of cigarettes and cologne, familiar.  “It’s okay papillon, you’re safe.  I’ve got you.”  She recognized the voice of Sir, it only mildly appeased her.  It took her a moment to clear the fuzziness in her head and realize what must have happened.  I only had one drink…
    “ You drugged me? ” she screamed in disbelief, her pulse racing.  “What kind of a crazy psycho are you?”
    “Now, now, Mackenzie, you trust me, remember?”  A soothing hand moved across her forehead and, much to her dismay, it did ease her fear somewhat – she loved the feel of his touch – and that made her furious.  “You wanted to leave me.  I couldn’t allow it.  You left me no choice.”
    “ No choice? ”  She wriggled on the bed, pulling on her restraints.  “Please untie me.”
    “I’ve been waiting for you to wake,” he said coolly, ignoring her request.  “This wouldn’t be any fun with you passed out.”
    He walked to the window.  Grabbing the thick fabric he tugged it sideways.  Blinding sunlight spread across the room.  He pulled the other curtain wide open too, before turning back to the woman tied to his bed.  He watched her blinking wildly at the brightness as he walked to her side.  His eyes trailed down the length of her body.  Her torn blue evening gown still in place.  Her milky white skin now bathed in light.  The terror in her wide jade eyes made him instantly hard.  He had waited all night for the drugs he had slipped into her Scotch to wear off.  He’d only dozed for an hour or two, in the chair beside the bed, before he’d heard her stirring.
    He was in full Sir mode, there was no warmth to be seen.  He was still wearing his shirt and suit pants from the night before, though when she craned her neck she could see he was now barefoot.  Her panic started to ease at the sight of him.  His sexy body was hard to ignore.  His well fitted white shirt was begging to be ripped off.  His dark hair was messed, probably from sleep.  She desperately wanted to run her fingers through his hair, sweep it from his eyes and hold onto it tightly as he moved inside her.  Her muscles clamped and moisture pooled between her legs at the thought.  Just looking at him, and his dark eyes focused on her, was making her wet with desire.   I’m going crazy!  He has me tied to a bed!  He drugged me!  And I’m getting turned on at the sight of him?  No, no, no!  This is wrong!
    “UNTIE ME NOW!” she screamed in a blind panic.  The tears stinging her eyes as reality sunk in.
    “Untie you?” he said, stepping closer.  “Now it would be remiss of me not to