placed a hard kiss on her lips then gave her a wicked grin. “Then I’ll take you to work.”
Valentine’s Day. It had been s uch a busy night and Mackenzie was relieved to be finishing soon. She could hardly wait for the next ten minutes to pass. She watched the last clients filter out the door and another man enter, this one she recognized, Simon. He was carrying a long white box which he silently passed to her. She placed it on top of the hardwood bar and lifted the lid to expose the most exquisite, long-stemmed, deep pink, gloriosa flower, encased in white tissue paper. There was a gold envelope beside it. She slid a small card from the envelope and read the perfectly impeccable writing.
Oh yes, she couldn’t wait to finish work! She laughed to herself. She loved her man’s wicked mind – a romantic gesture with her favorite flower and a dirty note to boot. Life couldn’t get much better.
It had been seven days since Nate first ‘made love’ to her and it had been one hell of a week! Mackenzie felt liberated. She was a whole new woman. Being with Nate had opened her up to a new way of enjoying life and there was no going back. She couldn’t return to her former mundane existence, the person she once was no longer existed. The old Mackenzie had been erased. Nate had given her life and without him she didn’t know what would become of her. She needed him, now more than ever. He was her drug and she was hooked.
Of course, he was still ‘Sir’ in the bedroom sometimes, but outside of that he was so fun, honest, genuine and caring. Things were getting serious. There wasn’t a day that went by where they didn’t have at least one meal together (and at least one sexual encounter of either the ‘love’ or ‘Sir’ kind). And her idea of not spending every night in the same bed as him had gone completely out the window. Mackenzie was intoxicated with the possibility of love with this man. Instead of feeling anxious about it, he’d made her feel so safe and secure that she could only feel happiness.
He lifted the blindfold from her eyes and smiled at the look of wonder on her face. She really couldn’t hide it from him, her jade eyes conveyed that he was winning and she would soon get her brain to catch up – she was his. In his heart he knew, there was no going back from this.
He scooped her up from the ottoman and gently placed her on the bed. She was still quivering from her last orgasm and he was still breathless from his.
“Good night, papillon,” he whispered as she curved her body into his side. He ran the tip of his finger over her back in a figure eight pattern and sighed contentedly.
Things had changed between them this past week. What had started as a battle of wills between the two of them had melded into a beautiful relationship. Mackenzie had not argued when he’d requested Simon drive her to and from work, and she’d been more than willing to cater to all of his other needs as well. They’d shared long conversations with plenty of laughter. They’d run together every morning and alternated between apartments all week, except the weekend; they’d spent that at the mansion. And then there was the phenomenal sex – whether it be hard and fast, or slow and delicious, he couldn’t get enough of her.
While most men would have taken their woman to a romantic candlelit dinner and given them red roses for Valentine’s Day, Nate had waited for his to finish work and then demanded three orgasms from her body while she was bound, gagged and blindfolded. He smiled into the back of her neck before placing a kiss there.
He couldn’t be fucking happier.
Tom had been bugging him daily, wanting to meet Mackenzie and his mother wasn’t much better, calling him at work, wanting more information. He wouldn’t be surprised at all if she flew back from London soon, just so
Valentine’s Day. It had been s uch a busy night and Mackenzie was relieved to be finishing soon. She could hardly wait for the next ten minutes to pass. She watched the last clients filter out the door and another man enter, this one she recognized, Simon. He was carrying a long white box which he silently passed to her. She placed it on top of the hardwood bar and lifted the lid to expose the most exquisite, long-stemmed, deep pink, gloriosa flower, encased in white tissue paper. There was a gold envelope beside it. She slid a small card from the envelope and read the perfectly impeccable writing.
Oh yes, she couldn’t wait to finish work! She laughed to herself. She loved her man’s wicked mind – a romantic gesture with her favorite flower and a dirty note to boot. Life couldn’t get much better.
It had been seven days since Nate first ‘made love’ to her and it had been one hell of a week! Mackenzie felt liberated. She was a whole new woman. Being with Nate had opened her up to a new way of enjoying life and there was no going back. She couldn’t return to her former mundane existence, the person she once was no longer existed. The old Mackenzie had been erased. Nate had given her life and without him she didn’t know what would become of her. She needed him, now more than ever. He was her drug and she was hooked.
Of course, he was still ‘Sir’ in the bedroom sometimes, but outside of that he was so fun, honest, genuine and caring. Things were getting serious. There wasn’t a day that went by where they didn’t have at least one meal together (and at least one sexual encounter of either the ‘love’ or ‘Sir’ kind). And her idea of not spending every night in the same bed as him had gone completely out the window. Mackenzie was intoxicated with the possibility of love with this man. Instead of feeling anxious about it, he’d made her feel so safe and secure that she could only feel happiness.
He lifted the blindfold from her eyes and smiled at the look of wonder on her face. She really couldn’t hide it from him, her jade eyes conveyed that he was winning and she would soon get her brain to catch up – she was his. In his heart he knew, there was no going back from this.
He scooped her up from the ottoman and gently placed her on the bed. She was still quivering from her last orgasm and he was still breathless from his.
“Good night, papillon,” he whispered as she curved her body into his side. He ran the tip of his finger over her back in a figure eight pattern and sighed contentedly.
Things had changed between them this past week. What had started as a battle of wills between the two of them had melded into a beautiful relationship. Mackenzie had not argued when he’d requested Simon drive her to and from work, and she’d been more than willing to cater to all of his other needs as well. They’d shared long conversations with plenty of laughter. They’d run together every morning and alternated between apartments all week, except the weekend; they’d spent that at the mansion. And then there was the phenomenal sex – whether it be hard and fast, or slow and delicious, he couldn’t get enough of her.
While most men would have taken their woman to a romantic candlelit dinner and given them red roses for Valentine’s Day, Nate had waited for his to finish work and then demanded three orgasms from her body while she was bound, gagged and blindfolded. He smiled into the back of her neck before placing a kiss there.
He couldn’t be fucking happier.
Tom had been bugging him daily, wanting to meet Mackenzie and his mother wasn’t much better, calling him at work, wanting more information. He wouldn’t be surprised at all if she flew back from London soon, just so
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