Free Eraser Blue by Megan Keith Page B

interrupting him, suddenly alert and worried.
    “Nothing!”  He was horrified at the thought.  He slid off the bed, grabbed hold of her shoulders and shook her slightly.  She cringed and he hated himself right then.  The look on her face tore him in two.  “ Nothing, Mackenzie!   I promise.  I would Not. Do. That!   You passed out in the library and I carried you upstairs.  I watched you sleep.  I only touched you to tie you up.  I swear, I was a perfect gentleman.”
    “ A perfect gentleman?  Huh! ” she scoffed.  The whole situation suddenly seemed absurd to her.  She shook her head and a giggle escaped.  “Gentleman… yeah, right! ”
    Mackenzie began laughing.  She became hysterical and he started to worry for her mental health, until he got a good look at her face and realized her laughter was genuine.  The sparkle was back in her green eyes.  The sound escaping her widely parted lips was breathtaking – the most beautiful sound in the world.  What made it better was, he did that.  He wasn’t entirely sure how, but he made her laugh. 
    He crouched in front of her, watching her, mesmerized.  Her whole face lit up and he couldn’t help but smile back.  She would forgive him.  He didn’t completely fuck things up after all.  With relief, he sat his backside on the floor and watched her.
    When she eventually quietened, Sir was looking up from where he was seated on the carpet, he had his legs bent, his arms resting on his knees.  Mackenzie looked down at him from her position on the bed.  She was in awe of the crazy man in front of her.  And she was shocked at herself.  He was misguided and unpredictable, but for some reason she didn’t want to leave him.  He stared back at her, the smile slowly fading from his lips.
    “Mackenzie?”
    “Yes?”
    “Can you forgive me?”
    The remorseful look on his face broke her heart.  Here he was, the strong and powerful man from the bar that she had fantasized about for months, at her feet, begging for her forgiveness.  The confident ‘Sir’ was gone.  She knew the decision was entirely hers, but, at the same time, she knew there wasn’t one to be made.  She wanted him more than anything else in the world.  She craved him.  She ached to be by his side.  She wanted to try new things with him - foreign, kinky things - the things he wanted.  But she was a strong woman, her will was her own, and giving it to him wasn’t something that came easily.
    “Mackenzie, I won’t hurt you.”
    “Promise to never drug me again.”
    “Promise you won’t leave.”  He sighed. 
    “I can’t promise that,” she whispered. 
    He pulled himself up from the floor.  Crouching in front of her, he placed his hands on her bare knees.  Her evening gown was split wide open, but he made a point of keeping his focus on her face.  “I won’t drug you again.  You have my word.  Please forgive me.”
    She believed him.  But could she forgive him? 
    “Give me another chance to get this right,” he said softly.  “I can’t have it end here, Mackenzie.”
    She searched his dark eyes, they were pleading with her.  He’d made a mistake – it showed he was human.
    “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
    His words from last night replayed in her mind, “ I will never lie to you.”   Mackenzie watched as one of his hands that were propped on her knees, slowly moved up her thigh.  His finger started tracing figure eights on her bare skin, reigniting the fire within her body.  I don’t stand a chance against him.  I want him too much to walk away now.
    “Yes… I forgive you.”  She hesitantly added, “Sir.”
    He froze.  The way she said it, he knew what it meant.  She called him Sir as confirmation that she would be his.  He craved it like nothing else and her address confirmed she was willing. 
    She looked to the rope on the floor and then back at the man in front of her.  He still looked a little wary.  The heat of his hands