Free Eraser Blue by Megan Keith Page A

use this position to my full advantage first.”  He lifted his finger to caress her cheek and that’s when he saw the tear slide down it.  His demeanor changed instantly when he noticed she was trembling.  A little fear was one thing, but she was absolutely petrified.  “Oh shit!  Mackenzie, no, I- please don’t-” His hand touched her cheek and she flinched.  Turning her face from him, she began to sob.  “Fuck!  Please don’t cry, I’ll untie you.”
    Mackenzie squeezed her eyes shut tight as he started tugging on the ropes.  When he was done untying her, she quickly moved to the edge, dangling her feet over the far side of the bed, away from him.  She buried her head in her hands and cried some more.  She was so confused.
    “I’m sorry,” he rushed out, quickly coming to her side of the bed.  His eyes were wide with worry, he took a seat beside her and she flinched.  “I thought that’s what you wanted,” he said quietly.  His shoulder brushed hers and she shivered.  “Last night when we talked about it, you seemed… shit, I fucked up… Mackenzie?”
    “What makes you think I’d want to be drugged, held hostage and raped?” she sobbed, staring back at the floor, while trying to pinch the material of her torn dress back together.
    “I wasn’t going to fucking rape you!   God Mackenzie!” he said angrily before softly adding, “You liked when I tied you up at my apartment.  You agreed to submit to me…”
    “ That was different! ”  She looked at his face.  He looked ashamed of his behavior.  And so he should!  “That was consensual!  Tell me, when did I agree to this ?”  She nodded to the rope strewn across the floor at the end of the bed.
    He took a moment before he answered.  He’d read her all wrong.  He could see that now.  He was fucked up.  A psycho is what she’d called him.  Maybe she’s right.  There’s something seriously wrong with me.
    “I’ll get Simon to take you home,” he said solemnly.
    He went to stand but Mackenzie put her hand on his forearm to stop him.  The sadness on his face was too much.  She didn’t want Simon to take her home.  What if she never saw Sir again?
    “I want you to talk to me.  Explain to me what happened.”
    They sat, side by side on the edge of the bed, in silence, for what seemed like ages, before Sir next spoke.
    “There’s something about you, Mackenzie.  Something I need.  I crave to own you, to dominate you.  I can’t explain it.  Since the first time I saw you… I wanted to make you mine.”
    “You did?” she asked, not quite believing it.  She was also slightly ashamed at the thrill the thought sent through her, considering what had just happened.  “But I’ve seen you at the bar for months.  You barely acknowledged me.”
    “I didn’t know what I was doing.  I still don’t, obviously.  I don’t understand these feelings.  I see you and I want things I’ve never wanted before.”
    “What things?  Like the BDSM stuff?”
    “Yes.”  His eyes stared back at hers.  There was a vulnerability he was showing that she didn’t expect.  She’d only just realized her own desires for this stuff, so she could understand his confusion.  “You allowed it to happen last time,” he explained.
    Mackenzie nodded.  Last week she had allowed it to happen and she had enjoyed it immensely, thinking of nothing since.  It was not like her to give herself completely to anyone and she wanted nothing more than to do that for him a week ago.  In fact, she had allowed him that just last night in the dining room, and hallway, too.
    “I saw the lust in your eyes, last night, when I said I would keep you here,” he explained further.
    It’s true, I wanted him to.   Badly.  God, what is wrong with me?   “But you drugged me!  You can’t do that!  What did you give me?  What if you-”
    “I was careful Mackenzie, I researched-”
    “What did you do when I was asleep?” she asked,