Moreland Brothers 1

Bound by Accident
Makenzie has given up much to help her loved ones. She gave up
on her hopes and dreams of artistic fame. Her life consists of her
job, making love with herself, and painting in the wee hours of
night. Until one fateful Friday ends with her car pinned to a tree.
The man who helps her that evening belongs to her. She sees it in
his eyes, intense and burning.
Charyn Moreland is a Master of bondage arts, yet no woman ever
touches him. He stopped looking for Ms. Right after catching his
ex in bed with his brother years ago. But once he encounters
Makenzie at the scene of a terrible car accident, their gazes lock
and he is going to have her regardless of what he has to do. She
is his.
But after a single night of scorching passion, can he convince her
to trust him?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Interracial
Length: 63,905 words

BOUND BY ACCIDENT
Moreland Brothers 1

Jennifer Willows

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DEDICATION
To my father, you were a wonderful man and your daughter
misses you every day. My only regret is that you didnt get the chance
to know about the fact that Im now a published author. You would
have been so proud of me.
To my loving husband, Maurice, you make every moment of life
with you one of adventure and spice. I am the luckiest woman in the
world to have you supporting and loving me. Plus, you gifted me with
two big-head children who are too smart for their own good.
To the persons who edited my book, thank you for helping me
create a work that I am proud to show the world. I thank you from the
bottom of my heart for the criticism and compliments.
Last, but not least, thanks to the friends in my life who dealt with
my attitude and lack of phone calls when I was a busy little bee
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Moreland Brothers 1
JENNIFER WILLOWS
Copyright 2011

Chapter 1:
Tale of Two Cities
Five years ago, New York City
Makenzie Stafford-Johns was not having a good day. She looked
at her haggard reflection along the mirrored gallery wall. Her face,
while still the same, was pinched and flustered. On a good day,
Makenzie was usually compared to Jill Scott, with her medium-brown
skin, delicate features, wide eyes and mouth. She was built like Jill,
too, on the thick side on a bad day at a size twelve. Her breasts were a
full D cup, and she had just a little behind. Enough so she wasnt
entirely flat in back, although most men in her experience preferred
more.
The reason she looked so haggard was bad news, although it had
been awhile since she had any of the good variety either. Deciding she
needed time to think, she left work at the gallery early and walked to
the nearest entrance to the subway. Her mom had called her on her
cell, just before her last break of the day. The news she had gotten
during the call made her scared, more than scared. Hell, terrified may
be more appropriate. Her mom had cancer, and her insurance dropped
her when she got laid off last month. The seemingly innocent

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conversation replayed in her head over and over again during her trip
home.
Makenzie, I need to talk to you. Do you have a minute?
I always have time for you, mom. Whats up?
Im sick.
Do you need some money? I have some extra cash I can send if
you need to pick up some TheraFlu or something, she had said, even
as the thought crossed her mind that it wasnt really extra if she
wanted to eat something aside from Ramen noodles this month.
Its not that kind of sick baby, although I wish it was.
Then what kind, mommy? Her mom was silent for long
moments. Enough time to have her check the phone to see if the call
dropped.
I have breast cancer.
If she didnt make a way fast, her mom could die without
treatment. She took the way home on autopilot, not seeing anyone or
anything around her. This was a dangerous undertaking at night in
this city, especially considering her youth and beauty. She had lived
here for two years, one of them with her boyfriend, Sean. When she
walked in the door of the apartment, she was sobbing, unsure of what
to do or how to do it.
She met Sean a year ago at a soiree the university was having at
the gallery. At the time she thought him handsome, with his darkbrown bald head and long, lean body. When she spoke to him, she
was sprung, as she loved nothing more than a big brain. But in the
time they were together, they barely had sex. If she was lucky it was
once a month. Most of their relationship had been spent working on
his doctoral thesis, and he wouldnt change his drawers or eat if she
left for too long. They were more or less roommates at this point, and
Makenzie didnt think hed realize it if she just suddenly up and left
for good.
Speaking of which, Sean was sitting at his computer as usual, so
lost in theorems that he didnt hear or see anything but the complex

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codes in front of him. He lived, slept, breathed astrophysics, and was

working on a theory that would change the world of space travel.
Makenzie, used to being ignored in favor of intellectual pursuits, just
walked to her room, still sobbing. Picking up the beaten, old cordless
phone next to her side of the bed, she dialed her best friend Charlis
number by rote. Her friend kept her sane these last couple of years,
even with the distance between Wilmington and New York.
Especially with the time she wasted, years of trying to make it in the
city, her paintings not exotic enough in a period of distinct isms.
Most popular artists now didnt create an individual, realistic work.
She worked in a gallery, and most of the stuff that sold was crap.
To Makenzie it was simple. Regular, everyday people like real art,
not this frou-frou garbage without substance. Yet after many hours
wasted walking the streets of New York, in two years, no one had
taken more than a cursory glance at her portfolio. Gallery owners
would do a sweep, eyes scanning like they didnt see her or her work.
Their final expressions always appeared the same, a collective and
resounding, How unfortunate for you. As though her work was
crap, and it wasnt. She knew it. But as circumstances lay, dreams or
not, she had to go home. Her mom needed her. The phone was
ringing, and seconds later, her friend greeted her.
Hey, boo! There was a lot of noise in the background. Charli
was most likely at a party, having the time of her life.
Hey. Mak knew she should try to keep the sadness from her
voice, but she needed her best friend to care. She lived in a city with
millions, and ninety-nine percent of them wouldnt spit on her if she
were on fire. It was a world of difference back home in East
Bumfuck, North Carolina. Folks in small towns were nosy. If
someone blew a flat, their first cousin would know two hours later.
Then the same cousin will call, fussing, because there was no phone
call asking them to come and fix it.
Whats wrong? Hold on. Charlis voice was going in and out,
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what happened? Is it Sean? That egghead boy aint shit, Mak. Im

telling you, genius or not, that chile is a bit touched.
No, Charli, its not Sean. Its mom. With that said, Mak gave
her best friend the nitty-gritty. Charli kept her mouth shut, as there
was nothing she could say that could even make sense of how horrible
the moment felt. Ms. Sharon was everybodys mom. Back in the day,
all the kids in the neighborhood knew they were always welcome in
her home for refreshment, hugs, or just a snack. Ms. Sharon was the
glue that kept many of their peers out of trouble, away from the long
arm of the law.
Dang, Im sorry, Mak. Charli was crying along with her best
friend, both weeping into their phones. Charli just started rambling,
and apparently tuned her out. Makenzie could tell her friends mind
was racing. But her mental wanderings apparently had purpose, and
she hit on a solution. Charli put the brakes on Makenzies chatter,
giving her the meat of her impulsive plan.
Wait a sec, I have an idea. One of the hiring managers at the
phone company, Jack, loves to smoke. Hes bought a lot of grass from
me over the years, and I can tug some strings with him. If I take a bit
of stashed rainy-day money, then we could help pay for the three
months of treatments while Ms. Sharon is uninsured. The job will
cover her chemo and meds later. Ive already got a house we can all
live in. Its perfect, a two-family duplex right in the heart of
Wilmington. As a matter of fact, Im having a party in the unoccupied
unit right now. I live in the other half. If I put in a small investment,
the spare side would be lovely. It just needs paint. Maybe carpet, too.
Makenzie agreed without thought, knowing something had to
happen fast to help her mom. The decision she made in that moment
to let her childish fantasies go hurt. But, she was sure this spelled the
end of the road for her dreams, since she wouldnt make it at this rate
for too much longer anyway. Each rejection of her paintings killed her
slowly and had nearly crushed her spirit. She was just holding on to
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fighting for anymore. When she walked out of her bedroom and
glanced at the gentle giant of a man hunched over a laptop computer,
the first thought to cross her mind was that even he wasnt worth
attempting holding on to either.
A week later, after running in circles trying to get ready, Mak was
in a rental truck, the smallest she could find, since she only had boxes.
She didnt own any of the furniture and most everything in the
apartment was Seans. He hugged her goodbye at the door, and
Makenzie imagined he promptly forgot her as soon as the truck pulled
off, after he went back to his desk. More than likely he wouldnt feel
disturbed by her absence until the power went out in a month for nonpayment. She usually paid the bills, using his and her separate
checking accounts, so he could work most of the day at his computer.
****
Outside Wilmington, North Carolina
Charyn Moreland was also having a bad day. He was getting
ready to close the sale on his house, and his fiance, Tami
Worthington, was being more than a bit bratty.
Is this our vacation house? Tami asked, tossing a long blond
lock over her shoulder.
Nope, I want to live here year-round. The commute to the office
wont be horrible, and its right off the beach.
Thats nice, granted. But its somewhat small, dont you think?
Are we demolishing it and rebuilding?
The questions grated his nerves, and his response was a bit sharp.
There are at least five bedrooms, Tami. His belly was near empty
and growling, as their dinner an hour ago was a joke. How in the
world Tami thought the tiny meal served at the chic restaurant would
satisfy him was beyond his comprehension. It was always the same,
every night he went out with her. Another trendy eatery complete

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with minimalist tiny plates and at exorbitant prices. At this rate, hed
die from starvation before he could marry her.
She pouted slightly. Once upon a time the motion used to be cute.
Not any longer, a year after they began dating. All he felt now was a
vague sense of boredom peppered with the occasional bout of
annoyance at her spoiled behaviors. He noticed exactly how fast he
was going and attempted to slow down, despite how antsy he felt.
Charyn was ready to take her back to her house, a palatial estate fit for
South Carolina royalty. Tamis family was well-known, and some of
her ancestors came over on the first expedition of the new country.
She was a debutante, had a coming out and everything. She was used
to the finest in life and had no hesitation in asking for more. Her
father and uncle were senators, and her father had White House
aspirations. They were American blue blood and preferred every
person meeting them knew it. Nothing was sacred for Tami, not even
their relationship. Any means was worth the end to her. Hell, her last
name may as well be Machiavelli. He didnt even really know why he
proposed. Thinking about it, he barely tolerated her or her damn
family. They made the drive to Tamis in silence and not even the
radio intruded.
Charyn was silent, his thoughts riding him hard. This wasnt
going to work. She didnt even like bondage, in fact refused to even
let him try. After making several attempts to discuss it, he grew tired
of feeling like a monster attempting to rape an innocent, instead of a
man making love with his intended bride. Really, that was the point
where he should have let her go. Only thing was his pride wouldnt let
him admit hed made a mistake. But now all the old reservations came
back, and he didnt see how he let the farce go on so long.
Charyn watched Tami pout prettily, but he was through at this
point, and she wasnt going to get any more of his attention. He knew
she saw the way he ignored her now, and over time hed become less
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a weight on his chest, a hundred twenty or so pounds of wily

debutante pouting the whole ride south.
When they arrived at Tamis house, Charyn knew what he wanted
to say, but he didnt know how to say it. He didnt really care about
her, wasnt in love with her, but he wasnt a man who could be
deliberately cruel. Not to a female. His mom would skin him alive,
with good reason. But when Tami looked at him and asked him to
come inside with her, he didnt want to add insult to injury.
Its a damn shame, he thought, when a man has a model-perfect
woman offer sex on a platter and he would rather not take her up on
the offer. The thought disgruntled him so badly, he begged off,
claiming to need to meet a contractor for the house. But he would
have to break it off tomorrow. Coward, his thoughts mocked him, as
he drove away, headed back to his new home.
****
Tami Worthington could see her fianc was no longer interested
in marrying her. Their relationship had degraded to the farce of a
marriage her parents had already, and while that was fine with her,
she saw he wasnt buying it. Everything could have been so perfect, if
not for the latest debacle with this house. She couldnt imagine living
in the confines of that tiny wreck of a beach cottage on a permanent
basis. Please, her pool house was bigger. Maybe she could have a last
hurrah in bed with Charyn before she kicked him to the curb. Even if
she wanted to dump him, he still had wonderful cock. Breaking up
was the best thing she could do, for herself. It was a shame though,
especially considering his looks. She was going to miss him, with
those penetrating hazel eyes and strong jaw. Another plus was his
height. There were many men Tami could look in the eye, but not
him. He even towered over her in her four-inch heels today, and those
put her just over the six-foot mark.

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Tami looked at Charyn out of the corner of her eye, noting how
dangerous he appeared. She shivered, and Charyn, being a gentleman,
turned up the heat. She wasnt going to do much better. Not only was
his background passable, there was also old money in his family. But
at this point, she couldnt manipulate him to her desires, and she
needed a man she could play to her advantage. Let alone that freaky
crap he kept asking her for. That was why men had mistresses, so they
could indulge fetishes with women just as nasty as they were.
Will you come inside? Tami tossed her skein of hair over one
shoulder and batted her eyelashes. He hemmed and hawed, making
every excuse in the book. She saw through the transparent reasoning
he gave for not fucking her brains out tonight.
Angry, the beautiful blonde made her way inside. Tami was
fuming and wanted to make her fianc feel the burn of insult. The
same way he left her feeling tonight. There was only one way to do it.
He wouldnt care about any random man fucking her, most likely
would freeze up and leave in silence. Buthe did have two really
gorgeous brothers. Which one would be willing to play into her hands
for a game of revenge? She twisted the delicate engagement band
laden with a huge multifaceted diamond, deciding what she should
do.
At three in the morning, Tami climbed out of bed, refreshed from
her beauty nap. She had to look her best, as she was plotting seduction
and had to get going if her plan was to work. She made her face up
with care, dressed to kill. She climbed into her BMW Roadster and
made her way to Wilmington. Parking in the reserved-guests slot at
the youngest Moreland brother, Marques, downtown condo, she
slipped inside using the key under the welcome mat. Charyn always
came over on Saturday mornings for a game of one-on-one basketball,
and she saw him use the key more than once. It wasnt until she
climbed in bed with her chosen lucky man that she saw a major
problem with her plan. Her quarry was drunk as a skunk, and it would
take an act of god to bring his cock upright. After a solid hour of

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working on his cock, it still only raised to quarter mast. Frustrated,

Tami settled down for a nap, tired wrists and sore mouth
notwithstanding.
That morning Tami knew she made a mistake when she heard the
door open, but it was too late. Not only was she going to exit this
situation humiliated, but she didnt even get what she came for. The
bright lights of post-dawn and the open floor plan of the loft would
easily reveal her in bed with his brother. She had no place to go and
hide. Now she had no options but the one she established with the
initiation of her plan. She didnt know how to be honest, and a
lifetime of lies made it impossible to tell the truth. The first lie spilled
forth. The rest just heaped on top of the first, and she knew she was
caught. Looking out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Marq stirring
awake. She just hoped he was too drunk to realize that he didnt fuck
her. Maybe then she could still make her wrecked plans work.
Im sorry, Charyn. I just couldnt help myself. I was angry and
got drunk and Tami sobbed crocodile tears, face tilted into her
hands. She knew the jig was up when he ignored her and took her
lovely ring. Damn it, she really loved that ring. Rare, it was a refitted
heirloom Winston. She should have left it at home, she thought, and
Tami mentally castigated herself as she got dressed. The entire time
Marques was silent, until she was forced to do the walk of shame to
her car. Then his laughter followed her out the door and across the lot.
Tami even imagined hearing Marques laughing when she had to give
her father the white-washed version of what happened to her perfectly
suitable fianc this time, when she cited his extreme sexual habits as
the reason for the split. What the hell, daddy was used to it. Charyn
was only the most recent broken engagement. There had been several
over the years.

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Chapter 2:
Mission Makpossible
Thursday afternoon, present day
You know, Charli, you need to get moving, girl. I gotta get back
on the jack for the escalation queue, Makenzie said, pointing to her
live headset, a canned recorded greeting playing in her right ear.
Either way, Mak, you need to make a choice, your art or this
dead-end job. You have too much talent to waste it here
Whatever Charlene said next was drowned out with the voice of
an exasperated rep asking for her to deal with a particularly angry
lawyer. She wished she hadnt said yes, as she heard the ridiculous
cursing of the male on the other end of the phone.
I hate you! What the hell is wrong with you people! The nerve to
turn off my fucking phone! Im a businessman and I need my damn
phone so hel
Before the situation could get any tenser, Makenzie interjected,
Im here to help, sir, if you will allow it. Calming the irascible man
took fifteen long minutes, but calming herself took much longer.
Squeezing her favorite stress ball labeled I hate workdays, Mak
walked down a couple of flights of stairs, headed to the bus stop often
claimed by smokers during cold or inclement weather. Im gonna
quit, soon, Makenzie said ruefully to herself. Just not today. She
wasnt a frequent smoker, but when she was having a bad day
After her smoke was finished, Mak rode the freight elevator back
to the fourth floor, which the disgruntled employees dubbed the
seventh realm of hell. The slow ride was lengthy enough to send a

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quick text message to her mom. A natural-born worrier, if she didnt

get regular messages and phone calls, her mom saw no problem lead
footing the three hours from Charlotte to Wilmington, just to make
sure my baby is okay, as her mom loved to put it.
Makenzie was once again muttering to herself as she stepped off
the elevator. Why do you do this to yourself, Mak? You know youre
better than this J.O.B. As is, thats why Charli is mad at you now.
You could have gone somewhere else, with more for black folks or
flava, something better than this. Like mama loves to say, you made
your bed, now you gotta lay in it. Next time, dont lay down with the
dog, and you wont get bit by fleas. Forgetting the job for the
moment, she walked back to the desk slowly, lingering on the last few
steps until the break was over and she was once again tied to the
phone. With no end in sight, the remaining hours crawled by, until
finally the day was at a close.
Her temperamental ride, which had been begging for a new
radiator, coughed and died, leaving her stranded on the side of the
road after overheating. But with a jug of antifreeze and time, Mak was
able to rest her tired bones with a solo supper of crab salad and
greens, and a savored snack of Ben and Jerrys finest Aloha
Macadamia. Eating at a snails pace, she channel surfed, looking for
something better than what was on. Why is it, she pondered aloud,
that I have a thousand-plus channels and nothings on but reality TV
and the news? Even Netflix sucks right now. New movies, my ass9
1/2 Weeks, while great, is definitely not new. Uggh!
Sucking air between her teeth, Mak decided to pull out her new
toy, an e-book reader by a popular book retailer. While it definitely
set her bank account back a few coins, the thing was awesome. She
loved using any chance she got to show it off like a proud mother
flashes innocent strangers her kids pictures. Turning on the hot-pinkskinned reader, several hours went by unnoticed, until midnight, when
her smartphone buzzed reminding her of her date. The late-night
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New York and they made a standing date every night for oldfashioned gossip. Grabbing a few key items, namely her bath bubbles,
a glass of moscato wine, an earpiece and phone, she headed for her
garden tub. Making the bubble spa of her dreams by rote, she pulled
her fro into a quick bun and climbed in. The water was hotter than
most people could stand, but the extreme heat calmed her tight
muscles and relaxed her with its spicy and sensual sandalwoodjasmine scent. Popping the earpiece in her left earlobe, she grabbed
the phone just as it rang.
Missed me? The female voice was husky and trying to pull off a
terrible cheesy male accent.
Hell no, I didnt, was Maks chortling reply back. Reclined in
her tub watching bubbles floating by, Makenzie went silent, knowing
where tonights conversation was likely to go considering Charli was
worse than a dog with a bone.
Stop lyin to yourself. You know Im the highlight of your day.
Laughing harder, Mak agreed. And youre right, but you can still
kick rocks with Jesus sandals, wench!
Look, Mak, you are wasting away your youth on someone elses
phone. Makenzie heard Charli exhale a puff of smoke. If the choking
were any indication, Charli was indulging in a favored pastime, some
exotic weed and a Newport.
You think I dont know that? But when mom was sick, I needed
a job with benefits for elder dependents, and this company was one of
the few that offered them. Makenzie grew silent, thinking about grim
memories of her mother almost dying from breast cancer a few years
before. The blessing that the lord didnt want her yet still amazed her
daily.
Its all right. Shes okay now. You did what you had to, then, that
is. But what about now? Not so much. I think its just easier for you to
stay because youre used to it. Not because you have a burning desire
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Touch, Charli, I havent done anything yet because I couldnt

give myself a reason to think about the future, not without mom, and
it was just easier to be satisfied with the status quo.
Ill give you that, Mak, but what about now? Dont be one of
those people holding out for a pension and a plaque. You were made
for more than that, and your art should be in a gallery somewhere,
with folks running in gaggles to gawk at your paintings and sketches.
Geese gaggle, Charli, not people, Mak said, sotto voce,
covering her natural response to snicker with a snort instead, failing
miserably.
Yes they do honey, specially the types that would buy your art.
You know the ones, thin with angular glasses and asexual outfits, the
guys and girls look alike, but the girls wear less makeup? Definitely
sounds more like a gaggle to me because imma giggle when I see
them at your show.
Sputtering, Mak laughed. Ha ha ha ha, so funny Charli. Bet you
wont be laughing when you see the one I made of you.
What! You didnt tell me anything about that. Damn heffa, I
wanna see.
Maybe if youre good, Santa will show you, instead of a lump of
coal like I already brought you.
Kick rocks, Mak, you know Im going to get my way. You may
as well pony it up. Either way, please dont think that I forgot were
off topic. I havent forgotten anything. You know you can do better
with yourself. What happened to the girl who was so gung ho to make
something of herself? As I recall it, you were the one that said you
were going to get out of here, that north kakilaki didnt have the
artistic presence you needed to get your jump-start. Am I wrong, or
am I right?
Makenzie could hear the smirk creeping in her best friends voice,
but chose to ignore it, for the moment.
Yes I did, but family comes first.

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Thats why I love you girl, but you shouldnt defer your dreams
any longer. Who knows how long any of us are going to get? I think
its time for a little challenge. Your mission isshe hummed the
Mission Impossible theme song brieflyto take the portfolio of your
art to a gallery and get them to take at least one piece of your work.
Makenzie, even knowing where the conversation was headed, was
struck silent for a moment. Old fears climbed to the forefront,
reminding her of the failures she had during her stay in New York,
trying to succeed in the competitive art world. Yet another endeavor
in a short list that she would rather forget she had indulged in.
Its not that easy Charli
Why not? Youre talented, and I know that you must have nearly
fifty completed pieces on standby. You really think that you cant offload just one? Dont try to hustle a hustler, boo. You know that is
gonna be a waste of time.
Okay, okay you convinced me. You gonna take pictures with
me? I havent taken any of the new series yet for my portfolio.
Sure, why not? At least that way we can be sure you wont
chicken out Charli made a chicken sound, and snorted once.
Thats cold-blooded, Charli. I said I would go along with your
crazy idea. The least you could do is shut up now. Makenzie was
vainly hoping that her agreement to this insane pact would at least
silence her best friends mocking tones.
Either way, Mak, youre game or youre lame. Which is it?
Because Im not letting my BFF sell herself short. As the saying goes,
friends dont let friends drive drunk, Charlene quipped.
I dont even want to know what that is supposed to mean. You
must be higher than a kite, Charli, and Im not much better, wasted as
I am off this wine. But yes, Im game, but you gotta be game, too.
First off, it is what it is. You want better for yourself, and I know
you do. At this point, youre like a drunk, unable to navigate your life
due to the mental blocks that you let stand in your way. Second of all,
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creator of this enterprise. Where else am I going to be? But in, that
is?
No, I mean, if Im going all in, youve got to, too. Your mission
is to open a legit business. No more selling weed. Weve gotta be
grown with ours nowI know youve got enough stashed away for a
rainy lifetime, but still, you need a real business you can pay taxes on
and make Uncle Sam happy, so he dont raid your house. For real, the
college kids have made you rich, so may as well quit while ahead,
right?
True, true Charli seemed to ponder her next words carefully
before responding. Okay, Ill take that. Seems like there are a few
too many coincidences lately, and I could end up with one time.
Makenzie chuckled at Charlis offhand slang term for police. Or the
feds roosting at my doorstep. Give me two months and I can offload
my grow houses. Another two and I can go legit, maybe open a
pizzeria or something.
Yesss! Thats the spirit, cause I dont want to visit my BFF in
the clapper, see, Makenzie said mockingly in a roaring-twenties
bootlegger voice.
Mak, youre a dumbass. You know you aint right. Boo, I think
you need to call social services for your back pay, cause your seven
thirty check is late! Charli joked, referring to a stipend given to the
mentally unstable.
Its all good, Charli. Since youre my friend, can I borrow some
of yours? Makenzie rolled forward, laughing at her own joke so hard
her head hurt and her eyes watered.
After her late-night date with her best friend, Makenzie finished
bathing and climbed in bed. She admired the sensual feel of her
bedding, which, aside from her art supplies, was her single selfish
indulgence. But after several hours spent tossing and turning, she
ached from arousal deep inside and the pain kept her from enjoying
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on any given day. But the longing was worse tonight, and none of her
toys helped the need burning through her veins lately.
Makenzie couldnt help but to think that after five years of
abstinence, a toy couldnt quell her needy pussy. Climbing out of bed
and padding to the kitchen, she located a hidden cache of Girl Scout
Cookies which went with her to the spare bedroom used as a studio.
Burning with unexpressed desires, Makenzie decided to sketch the
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Chapter 3:
Hi, My Name Is
Friday morning
Makenzie woke to the sound of a distant rooster crowing, so faint
she barely heard it and thought she dreamed it. Jumping up from the
shabby-chic dining table, repurposed to serve as a work and craft
table, she headed to the bathroom, knowing two things. First, she was
dog tired, and second, she was late as heck. Peeking through the
living-room wall cutouts to the kitchen, she saw the time, 8:30 a.m.,
flash in fluorescent green. The blinking numbers mocked her
sleepless night.
Crap, I should be walking out of the door now! Mak exclaimed,
scurrying about the house, eschewing a shower in favor of a duck
bath.
No time for makeup, her afro only half picked out and covered
with a hairnet in lieu of styling. Her clothes were slightly wrinkled,
although she took her childhood lessons to heart and hit the seams up
with the iron. Eight minutes later, she was in the drivers side door,
untoasted half-bagel in her mouth and keys in the ignition. The latemodel Saturns engine turned over sluggishly, and, with a small
amount of coaxing, came to life with a sickly purr.
Love you, Bessie. She petted the cars dash and backed down
the drive into the cul-de-sac. Clicking right, she hit the road headed
for work. Damn it! The one day Im running late, and every light is
red! If that jerk hadnt cut me off, I would have been on schedule,
Mak ranted to herself, creeping up to the stoplight. After a few

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harrowing minutes, she parked her car and half-jogged the length of
the lot. Arriving at her Dilbert-esque cubicle, she noted the time and
signed in while throwing a quick prayer heavenward as she sat down,
grateful she was only three minutes late and her pay wouldnt be
docked.
By the end of the day, Mak was exhausted and absolutely needed
something stronger than wine tonight. The chill in the autumn air had
her wishing she had the foresight to grab a jacket before leaving that
morning. Since making a stop at the ABC store would take her only a
few minutes out of the way, she decided to grab a small bottle of
high-end vodka to jump-start her weekend. Purchase made, she
ducked back in her car and headed for home. When she pulled
through the lot, a black Hummer was attempting to turn and let her
pass. Makenzie tooted her horn in a quick salute to thank the polite
driver. As she left, Makenzie sang along with one her favorite songs,
speakers loud as they could go, when a black blur streaked in front of
the car to the left of her. The driver swerved right, lost control, and Tboned her car, punting her car across two lanes, and left her pinned
inside her vehicle against an oak tree. She could feel her
consciousness give way to the dark, and she let it, mind fluttering
away.
Drifting back into consciousness, Makenzie heard a deep voice,
but the sounds were so muffled she couldnt distinguish what was
being said. Reluctantly opening her eyes, she looked up to see a hand
in her face gesturing something, but she had no idea what. With a
little concentration, she looked upward to the owner of the hands
face. The first thing she noticed was almond-shaped eyes. A rich
hazel, the hodgepodge of colors had her wishing for a set of Cray-Pas,
oil-based crayons for student artists. Those were the only tool save
paint that could blend the colors properly. Even with those, she may
not get it right. But she was willing to risk it. Moving on, she
catalogued more-than-pleasing features, a strong jaw with a hint of
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closely capped his head, a firm mouth with its sensual curve, the
lower lip just a hair fuller than the upper one. Makenzies mouth dried
as she realized how attractive she found this man. Her palms were
moist, and her panties grew wet. He was candy for grown-up women,
no girls need apply, and absolutely mouthwatering,
How many fingers am I holding up?
The urgent tone in his voice snapped her out of the trance the
handsome strangers gaze held her in and she came back to reality.
Her car was smashed, most likely totaled, from the look of the
interior caging her. The doors crumpled under the dual pressure of car
versus tree, and looking down, she saw her side of the floorboard
barely contained her feet. Panting, she looked at the stranger, saying
the first thing to come to mind. Outplease, can you help me out of
here?
He didnt say anything, just looked at her very closely, as if he
were able to see through her to the real Makenzie no one saw, not
even herself. Strangely enough, Mak felt if she looked hard enough
she could see the real him, too. After a moment, he merely leaned
over, clasping her under the knees and around her back, and tugged
her until she was freed from the mangled console.
Are you all right? the man asked her, concern lending an ashen
cast to the natural bronze of his skin. He tugged his coat around her
shoulders and sat with her at the curb.
Yes, I think so. Thank you for helping me.
It was nothing. The other driver is okay, just a little shaken. I
already called 911. Someone should be here in just a minute to check
you out.
Im just fine. I dont need an ambulance or anything.
You still need to be evaluated by a professional. Once the shock
wears off youre going to feel the pain.
With that statement, the ambulance pulled up, sirens blaring and
lights flashing, followed by several police cars. The EMT came to
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ride to the hospital to check for a concussion or some other trauma.

Since Maks head was splitting, she agreed. The officer, named A.
Wilson Jones, while polite, was impersonal during her recount of the
events, and since her retelling of the accident concurred with the
witnesses, the officer advised the other person was at fault. She could
go after the report was filed and insurance info swapped.
Out of the corner of her eye, Mak saw the handsome stranger walk
over in her direction. He held her purse in one hand, the small purple
mini-folio containing all legal paperwork for the car in the other. As
he sauntered over she finally got a good look at all of him. He was
nearly a foot taller than her average five-foot-six, and structured on
the muscular side. His hands and feet were huge, but he moved
gracefully for a man. He was definitely not her type. Liar, her
thoughts mocked, he is every womans type as long as they have a
pulse and working brain. But hes not for me. Shaking her head
slightly, she handed the necessary papers to Officer Jones and leaned
back slightly, catching an extra sniff of her exotic strangers cologne.
Faint yet masculine, the scent smelled almost as good as he looked.
By the way, thank you again.
No thanks needed. I was here and am glad I could assist. My
name is Charyn Moreland, and you are? He pronounced it chairwren. Sexy name, Mak thought.
Im Makenzie Stafford-Johns, and I promise that I wasnt raised
in a barn.
Startled, Charyn smiled and gave a small laugh. Well, I suppose
under the circumstance you cant be faulted. Really, Im the one who
should apologize. As the gentleman, manners dictate that I bear the
burden of introduction.
Well, how about we both say were even then? At least that way
we can stop offering apologies, and we can talk about something
else.
That sounds just fine to me. Would you care to have a seat while
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Frowning slightly, Mak asked the obvious question. We?

Why not? We are already here, right? he replied, volleying the
question back to her.
I just assumedthat you have to get home to someone. Its
almost seven on a Friday night. No way was a man this attractive
without the requisite showpiece girlfriend or wife, Makenzie thought.
Even as she mentally crossed her fingers that she wasnt poaching on
another womans man.
There isnt anyone. Is there someone you have to get home to,
Makenzie Stafford-Johns? There was extra emphasis placed on her
last name. As if he wanted an explanation. She had no problem
complying with the query. Even if this couldnt go anywhere it was
definitely the highlight of her day.
No. Its my moms maiden name and my dads name
hyphenated. Are you from here? Mak asked, curious about the
handsome stranger.
Not originally. I grew up in Connecticut, and Ive lived here for
the last six years or so. What about you? Charyn responded to her
inquiry.
I moved to Wilmington about five years ago, but I grew up just
outside of Charlotte.
I see. His response let her know Charyn could hear her slight
drawl, southern and thick.
I bet you do, I know I sound country as hell to you. Mak
laughed until her pounding head reminded her to stop.
Charyn smiled at her laughter and replied, No, the accent is very
lovely. I hope you understand that.
Makenzie certainly did, as she could listen to him speak all day,
but the officer returned and offered her a copy of the paperwork with
the incident report on top. When she walked away from him to climb
in the ambulance, Makenzie couldnt help looking back for one more
glance at the gorgeous man whod aided her in her time of need.
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away, too. The ride to the hospital was silent, leaving her too much
time to think about the man that she just met in an ironic twist of fate.
After a long wait for a triage nurse, Makenzie was escorted to a
semiprivate room to wait for the attending physician to show up. The
nurse took another set of vitals and ducked out after a quick runthrough of the functions on her bed and remote. The aloof doctor told
her she would be okay to go home after overnight observation, as she
was only slightly concussed.
After changing into the infamous ass-out gown, she laid down as
the long day finally caught up with her, and she fell into a dreamless
sleep. She woke up on her own once, texted Charli a message with
some of the details, and promptly turned the phone back off to resume
resting. Makenzie didnt feel like answering a million questions after
the day she had. The only disturbance aside from her scorching
dreams was when someone would tap her into consciousness, check
pupil dilation, and re-dim the lighting before leaving.
Later that night, Makenzie heard the door open, and imagined
seeing a large shadow settle on the sofa pullout next to her bed. But
she was too weary to take a second look before falling back asleep.
She only came to when she could hear snippets of an argument,
disturbing her dreams of hazel eyes watching her hungrily while she
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Chapter 4:
Poke Her
For Charyn Moreland, his Friday morning started as a normal day.
He strolled into his corner office at MoreLand and Co. promptly at 7
a.m. and ran numbers all morning before the first employee showed
up at eight fifty. His breakfast consisted of coffee and a headache,
which was unshakeable even with the bitter BC Powders hed taken
for it half an hour ago. When he finished with the preliminary
numbers for the Yakima merger and land deal, his assistant, Marge,
was walking to her desk while sipping a humongous coffee. The next
time he looked up she was standing in the gaping entry of his
propped-open door.
She popped her head inside. Hullo Charyn, want a bagel? There
was a vendor who came by from eight to ten in the lobby selling
bagels and coffee from a cart.
Nah, Marge, Im all right, thank you. He didnt have time, there
never seemed to be enough.
Charyn, what time did you get here? Seven, as always? I think
you need to get a life.
That sounds about right. God, he knew he needed to, but thus
far he was unable to muster up interest in making the attempt.
I know it is. I need for you to get a nice woman for once. I dont
think youve had a date in ages. Im damn near sixty and I get poked
more than you do. Marge smiled and shook her hand at him.
First off, I dont get poked. Second, Im going to tell Sal on you
if you dont stop haranguing me. Sal was Marges master, and the
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Its all in love, boss. I dont think that a handsome young man
should be so engrossed in his work. Its possible to have balance, you
know. He needed for his assistant to stop trying to be his mother. He
had one, thank you very much, Charyn thought to himself, only
keeping quiet as he knew she meant well. Plus, if he offended the
minute tyrant, his office would fall apart while she sulked.
Thank you for your opinion, Marge, but I think I should get
ready for the next meeting, if you can have the team meet me in
Conference Room C in twenty minutes.
****
When Charyn left the office that evening, he reminded himself to
ride past the liquor store for the poker game tonight. He should have
asked Marge to get him a bottle, but with everything else he was
doing today, it was little wonder that he forgot. When he left the store,
a small Saturn was pulling out, and he let the car pass him. The driver
greeted him with a quick toot of the horn to thank him for being
polite.
Not two minutes later, he saw a dog run across the street. A driver
from the left-hand lane swerved right to avoid the animal. With
horror, Charyn saw the small car hed let pass him get T-boned and
crumple into a tree. He screeched his Hummer to a stop on the side of
the road just ahead of the wrecked cars and called 911. Guilt was the
first emotion he felt. If the driver hadnt passed him, he would have
been in this accident. But his car was better equipped to handle the
damage than the compact car before him.
He reached the wreckage without realizing it and peered in,
hoping the driver was at least alive, even if he or she was injured. The
driver-side door was a crumpled mass of metal and shattered glass.
The impact left it leaning drunkenly off the hinges. Pulling the tinfoil
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But when he took the first glance at the woman inside he felt his
heart lurch. She was beautiful, her face serene and unconscious, but
breathing. There was an array of scattered items in the car console.
The glass bottles shed gotten from the ABC were broken and liquor
dripped from the ceiling.
Recalling his basic first-aid training, he tried to see how injured
she was before risking moving her from the rubble. Snapping his
fingers to see if she would come to, he saw her flex a knee and hand,
letting him know her spine was relatively uninjured. Her eyes
fluttered, and he waited, holding his breath, to see if she would come
to.
She did, and he was drowning in her. Charyn felt the unwelcome
erection come to life and he forced himself to speak.
How many fingers am I holding up? It was the only thing he
could think of.
She didnt answer him, just grew wide-eyed when she saw the
mass of console battered around her. Her breaths became labored and
he knew she was near panic.
Outplease, can you help me out of here? were the first words
he heard from the mystery lady. Her voice was amazing, sultry and
southern. The combination made him think illogically of poured
honey, thick and sweet. Even her skin was the color of the syrup.
By the time the incident was over and Charyn watched the brown
beauty leave him, he wished he could have spoken to her just a
moment longer.
Later that night Charyn couldnt forget her, Makenzie. He had
gone home after she was taken to the hospital, but thoughts of the bigeyed natural-haired beauty kept him adjusting his pants the rest of the
evening. So much so that hours later, he was back on the road, leaving
his house to see her. Hed never made the poker game he was headed
for earlier. It seemed he was going to have to make apologies to his
brother later for skipping it. But he had to know if he was imagining
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Worse, he couldnt seem to let go of the vision of her trapped in

the car. He lied to the night nurse just so he could be there, telling the
woman that Makenzie was his fianc. Arriving at the hospital after
midnight, he found her even more beautiful in sleep than he did at
first sight. Settling on the small sofa at her bedside, Charyn found his
back and legs complaining at their confinement already. But he was
content to just half watch her in the dark as he worked on
spreadsheets from a tablet PC for the coming Mondays meeting. He
was the comptroller at the real properties investment company that he
and his brothers jointly owned. Charyn found himself up working off
and on almost the whole night, taking a short nap somewhere in the
neighborhood of five a.m.
That was when all hell broke loose in the form of a tiny female,
and there was no fury like hers. First, he heard the door open, and he
sat upright from his formerly slouched posture. He could tell that the
new arrival was angry in her attitude, and he had no clue as to why.
The answer was revealed in a barrage of questions from her mouth the
moment she laid eyes on him sitting on the small couch.
Who are you? She had a sharp tongue, almost as if she were
waiting for him to mess up and let her fillet him with it.
Charyn. Charyn Moreland.
Hello Charyn, Im Charli. What Im trying to figure out right
now is exactly who you areFrom what I heard from the friendly
night nurse, youre the fianc. The problem is, Ive known Mak for
almost twenty years, and she never mentioned you or your name.
I understand, but I was the first person to respond to the accident.
I just wanted to make sure she was fine and uninjured. Only a churl
would do anything less.
Thats all well and good, but why the lies about your
relationship, especially to spend the night on a rock-hard hospital
couch, for a stranger? Charli hissed back.
I felt the need to be here, and that was the easiest way to
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HmmmI reserve the right to beat you like you stole something
if you hurt her at all. Dont fool yourself. I can and will do it. Charli
was working herself into an apparent froth when the monitor came to,
beeping a warning about Maks elevating heart rate. The arguing pair
fell silent, watching and listening for any signs of distress, when
Makenzie sat up.
Charyn watched Makenzie lean forward, motioning them to come
closer. He walked the few needed steps to her bedside and leaned in,
close enough to overwhelm her senses and a hair too far to be in
kissing range. But she was leaning closer to him, and each breath he
took drew his face nearer hers. He looked her in the eyes and was lost,
watching her gaze back, and was even more fascinated as her pupils
dilated.
After Charyn saw her drink a deep breath filled with his scent, the
monitor next to her began to beep faster. He saw her come to her
senses. The look on her face spoke volumes, her face saying she was
embarrassed. Their ogling broke, and he let her dart her eyes from his
only to find Charli watching their locked eyes, too. The petite woman
made an attempt to be quiet, only her eyes gave away her feelings
about the situation. He saw the narrowed eyes throwing confused
daggers at him from the other side of the bed.
****
Charli, stop it. Charyn was there from the jump. He pulled me
from the car, shared his coat with me, and was even kind enough
apparently to sit here. Am I right? Mak said in a small whisper. She
was exhausted and achy, a bad combination on a normal day. But
after the night shed had? The sore muscles were worse than a
toothache, mixed with a migraine chaser from the whispered
arguments fostered by Charlis hotheadedness and Charyns
devastating gorgeousness.
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Mak made a cutoff motion with her hand across her throat. No
buts, boo. Dont be rude. This man did more for me than any stranger
would in this day and ageI just want for you to be polite. I cant
make you like him, but you will show him some respect. I dont think
thats too much to ask. With that statement, she laid back, resting her
upper body again.
Its all right, Makenzie. She just has your well-being at the
forefront of her mind, and she has never met me before. Especially
considering the situation, Charyn interjected nonchalantly. I think
you should get some rest. Ill stop back in a bit and check on you. He
walked away, and Makenzie watched him pull the door fully closed as
he left her.
What was that all about, Mak? That man was devouring you with
his eyes, like you were made of chocolate or somethin. As far as I
know, he is a complete stranger, but the way you looked at him says
you want him, too. If you do, Im all for it. I just dont want you
getting hurt by a stalker. The look in his eyes made me shiver. Charli
looked at her pointedly. And you eyed him back. Your body
language was telling him that he could get the business. Laughing at
her wit, Charli then asked, Are you all right? The little information I
got was you were in an accident off Seventeenth Street, and what
room number they put you in. Had my mind bad, girlfriend, but if you
can give me the verbal slap I just got, then you are good!
They both laughed at that.
For real, he is intense, isnt he? But he doesnt want me like that.
He cant. A man like him could have any one he wanted. And Im
Makenzie gestured, waving her hands around herself and her flaws.
Too curvy, average-looking, and not to mention black. I dont think
Im the type of woman he goes for.
Charlis face sobered as she spoke. Mak, youre beautiful, on the
inside and outside. Your skin is flawless, your face is lovely, and most
men love curves. You really need to look in the mirror. I dont get it,
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Im not saying that, Charli. Im not Quasimodo or anything. But

I am a realist. I am good-looking, a tight size twelve on a good day,
but to a man like that? Thats another story
True, but the way he looked at you and those monitors beeped,
along with the way your gaze went soft, tells me another story. Girl,
your body wants him like fat kids want cake. They were both
giggling at that analogy.
Okay, youre right, but what can I say? Hes gorgeous. Thats the
whole point. If someone looks that goodthey have to know it.
Charyn can do better-looking women than me, and we all know thats
a fact. Smiling, she said, But he could most certainly get the
business in. Shoot, bet money he makes vestal virgins want to give
him some. Probably doesnt even have to ask for it, either.
That is the truth, sistah, preach it! Laughing some more, Charli
asked, So when can I spring you from the slammer?
The doctor mentioned after I ate he would check me out, and
then I can go. So whenever the breakfast comes, I would assume.
Okay, Im going to grab a few things and get something cooking
for you tonight. Ill be back in a couple of hours, that good? Not
waiting for a response, she handed Mak her purse. The brown hobo
Charyn brought her from the car after the accident.
Not bad, he got everything out of the car, even your lip gloss,
Charli said as she passed the bag over. I know this stuff had to be
everywhere, as the bag doesnt even zip closed, right? HmmmThat
man just might be a keeper. Grabbing her own Gucci bag, Charli left
Mak with her thoughts and a lingering scent of gardenia blossoms.
****
After Charyn left the room, he walked to the elevators, headed for
the gift shop. By the time he made it to the hospital last night, the gift
shop was closed, and he wanted to do something for the beautiful lady
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swag, but in the end decided not to. She didnt know him well, and
she seemed the type to raise a brow at an expensive gift. Besides, the
dominant in him wanted to gift her with something he chose for her.
He wanted Makenzie to know he thought highly of her, and that he
wanted to get to know the real her. But window-shopping the
overpriced crap in the gift shop, he found that nothing was to his
liking. Maybe he could have something delivered. Flowers? A gift
basket? No, it seemed kind of cheesy and not thoughtful. The type of
people who gave pre-made gift baskets really didnt take the time to
know the recipient well enough to give a gift that spoke to their
knowledge of the person. Unlesshe could have one made for her,
filled with things that he knew she liked. Charyn had seen enough of
her preferences in the car to work up something suitable. It could
work.
After making a few deliberations, he placed a call to his personal
assistant, Marge, the eighth wonder of the world. Marge could take
even rotten lemons and make the sweetest lemonade.
Hullo? Charyn is that you? Marge asked, What do you want on
my day off? So help me if you want some filing done, youre going to
have to do it yourself.
No, nothing like that. I met a lady last night and
You want me to get her a going-away gift? She must have been
awful if
Marge, its not like that. She was in a car wreck, and I just
happened to be there. I wanted to get her something nice to make her
feel better.
Awwwhow altruistic of you. The girl must be beautiful.
And that she is. Im thinking gift basket. With a twist, maybe
some Godiva, Barnes and Noble gift card, Starbucks dark roast
coffee, Ciroc liquor, flowers, bath bubbles, Tylenol, and Beviamo
Moscato. The rest is up to you.
Marge laughed. Very detailed basket for someone you dont
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Charyn replied, This is based on things she had in the car with
her. She had a coffee cup from Starbucks in the cup holder. She
carries an e-book reader in her purse. Most women like chocolate,
flowers, and bubble baths. There was a bottle of Ciroc and Beviamo
wine she just purchased in a brown paper bag, but both were broken
during the accident. The Tylenol is for the headache she is guaranteed
to have after the concussion. I need it delivered in an hour, two
maximum. That answers your questions?
Youre no fun, Charyn, but you are paying me overtime, and I
want double at that. Cant wait to meet her though. Ta-ta! With that
done, he disconnected the call and walked back to the hall of
elevators.
Now that he had a game plan, Charyn headed back for her room.
As he made his way back, he thought how he could make it work.
How does one insinuate themselves in anothers life? The answer
came to him in an instant, keep him on her mind. By making sure he
kept her mind where he wanted, after a while she would find it second
nature to have him by her side. He would send her something every
day, cards or flowers, and as time went by she wouldnt be able to
forget him. Would grow to expect him. He would come by her job
with lunch, whatever it took. He didnt think there was a man in her
life. If there was, Charli would have happily mentioned it during their
conversation. Even if there was, unless the mystery man put a ring on
her hand, she was his. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Stopping in front
of the door, steeling himself to enter, he heard snippets of laughter.
But what can I say, hes gorgeous. Charyn heard Makenzies
dulcet tones even in the hallway. She thought he was handsome! That
was half the battle. Paying closer attention, he heard more.
can do better-looking women than me and we all know thats a
fact. She thought she wasnt attractive enough for him? As he
eavesdropped further, he only found even more questions brought to
light. Does she date outside her race? Was he not her type? What does
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that she was twenty-eight from the papers in the dash. Would she
think a man of thirty-four was too old for her?
Taking a moment to decide whether to knock and enter or walk
away and come back was decided when he heard Charli tell her she
was leaving. Walking down the hall a bit, he got to the elevators and
turned back. That way it would seem like he just arrived back if either
of them left the room. Halfway back, he encountered Charli and spoke
a brief hello as he kept heading back to Makenzie.
Tapping twice on the door, he heard her give permission. When he
entered the room, he could smell Mak, the same warm fresh scent
wafting off her as last night. Minus the earlier tang of fear, she
smelled like lemon and honey. Totally without artifice and pretense,
the aroma was homey, clean, and more than a little erotic. It made
him want to lean in and drink her down his throat while he sipped at
the well of her sex. He shifted his hips to change the bite of his
arousal from bent sideways to down his leg, hoping the relaxed fit of
his pants covered his half-hard cock. Closing the door behind him, he
walked closer to the bed, looking her in the eye.
Charyn watched as the direct look he gave Makenzie made her
nipples hard, and they were ill covered by the well-worn, overwashed cotton gown. Hed even noted her embarrassment as she
reddened when she looked down and saw her shameful state. A poor
attempt to hide the instinctive motion to cover herself by lowering her
eyes and grabbing the remote control also revealed itself in the
fidgeting motions she made. Breath exiting her chest in pants, her
neck and cheeks heated further to a faint burgundy blush. He saw her
every movement, cataloging them. Charyn knew that as her gaze
skittered to the TV it was a futile ploy to avoid him, and her face said
everything her lips wouldnt. His eyes followed hers to the small
screen in the corner. Nova was on, and apparently the mating rituals
of big cats were on the menu. He laughed mentally as he watched her
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focus on aside from the white elephant in the room. The undeniable
attraction and desire they felt on sight.
But he was aware that there was no other place to look. He made
sure of it.
Why did you come back? Makenzie asked, brows drawn
together pensively.
I think you know why, Makenzie. He heard her laugh slightly
and wondered why.
Whats so funny? He let his expression tell her that he would
find out what she meant by hook or crook.
Nothing. I was just thinking about something Charli mentioned
to me earlier. Makenzie gazed away, and he knew she was hoping
the lie would hold water with him. Normally it would. He didnt
know her from Adam. But something told him that it was much more
than she admitted to, and he would believe the same instincts that
drew him to her.
Liar, liar, pants on fire. He cocked a brow.
Dont think you beat around the bush, mister.
Oh, I dont think thats a problem. I dont beat around bushes, I
beat in them. She laughed again, and the sounds made him chuckle
too.
Charyn loved the sight before him, her laughter and her showing
him her submissive needs with her body language. He was struck with
the sudden urge to drape her in the flimsiest silk and torture her into
squirming against his sheets. After soft touches and caresses, he
would spank her to orgasm while she sweated the fabric translucent.
He would have thought the image was real if not for the beeping of
the varied monitors around her. His shaft was now almost at full mast,
the zipper grinding into his cock, biting him. He had to taste her
mouth, just to tide him over until he took the rest of her.
Slowly, Charyn lowered himself onto the nearest recliner, sitting
upright at Maks side. Their bodies spoke for them, broadcasting
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sat tall and taut, a drawstring holding her in a tight line, shoulders
drawn to her ears.
Stop. The word, though pitched low, was forceful and
immediately had her questioning.
What do you mean? Spoken softly, her reply showed him she
knew. Knew, that is, what he meant when the one word command was
spoken.
Youre tensing up. I cant see your neck as its hidden behind
shoulders and ears. He lightened the tenor of his words with a tug of
lips, a half-smile. Let me help you with that. Her brief silence was
taken for consent. He stood and said, Scoot forward and sit up.
Lowering the rail at his side, he watched her move further toward the
end of the bed.
Charyn watched as Makenzie moved instinctively at his request.
Although calling it a command would have been more apropos. By
the time she could have thought to question him, he was already
behind her. One long leg was curled under him, the other bent at the
knee to rest his foot on the floor. He slid his hands, one crooking
around her waist, and listened to her breath stutter. The other crossed
under her arm, hooking upward to put his hand on her shoulder. His
forearm brushed her breasts on its journey up, and he heard her hiss.
Charyn felt her grit her teeth, her jaw tucked in his arm, vainly
attempting to keep the sound at bay. But she knew he heard, as his
arms gripped her tighter. The fingers at her shoulder rubbed firm
circles until the muscles there melted. Moving slowly, the fingers
skimmed to her neck. They tilted her head over, rubbing tiny ripples
over the delicate skin from her ear down. Makenzie swayed forward,
and he allowed it to a point.
Once her chin dropped, his fingers worked more magic, stroking
just above the neck of the hospital issue gown. He stroked there twice,
tugging the tie loose. Charyns arms pulled her closer, and she bit her
lip to keep quiet. He switched arms, lingering on the brush of arm
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pouting for him. Once he arranged her to his liking, Charyn wasted no
time in pleasantries. The hand he initially caressed her shoulder with
moved in figure eights, starting from earlobe then ending at the
joining of her shoulder and nape. He grew impatient as he felt her
arousal heighten, and Makenzies head dropped back to rest by his
heart. She attempted to flex her back, but Charyn kept the hands
caging her taut, not allowing movement. Frustrated, he listened to her
moan, the sound low and fleeting. Charyn finished rubbing out the
tense shoulder gently. Stirring upward, he moved her forward then lay
her back down as he stood beside the bed. Maks eyes, pitch dark and
angry, spoke volumes.
Its not the right time, not here, Charyn said.
Then why start it, Mak replied, tone biting.
I had to touch you, in some way. Right now.
Well, you got what you wanted, so you can go. I need a shower.
Let me tell you this. It was far from what I want with you. When
I get what I want, youll be the first to know. I promise before I get it
you will have begged for it, too. Be back. Charyn sauntered away,
once again closing the door behind him. He just needed a moment, a
breath not scented with her skin. So he could get his angry cock under
control. She felt so good, more than good, under his hands. He opted
to refresh her melted bedside pitcher with ice, and gain the few
minutes he needed to get himself together.
****
Makenzie felt as if her skin was too tight and every cell in her
body was tuned to him. So erotic, watching him watch her, the hairs
on her arm rising, goose bumps rushing her arm. Seeing all of his
hunger and desires for her, the potent need he focused in her direction
as he left her.
Makenzie scrambled out of bed and turned on the shower. Once
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bite of scalding water work magic. Lathering a cloth, she washed and
reminisced of his hands on her. By the end of her short ablutions, she
was panting, again her body crying out to come. She parted her lower
lips with her fingers, thinking of Charyns hands on her, around her,
holding her. She said his name, grunted, as she captured her clit,
rolling it. Her rock-hard nipples begged for some of the same, and her
spare hand was ready, pinching and pulling the turgid tips. The joint
assault was too much to handle, and she screamed, sagging against the
wall.
Feeling refreshed, Makenzie dried off, and she padded back to the
bed wearing a towel. Looking up, she screeched to a stop. There in
the corner was Charyn. From his face, he heard everything. His name,
my coming, all of it. Face flaming, Mak dodged back to the bathroom.
She donned another pathetically patterned hospital gown, splashed her
cheeks to cool them, and walked out again. He was still in the corner,
silent. The obnoxious man just stared at her, his eyes dark and glazed.
His voice was husky, words gravel over her ears. Come here.
Mak did as he bid her, the few steps a chasm thick with passion.
You should have waited for me. I could have made it better for
you.
With that statement, he clasped her upper arms, pulling her
forward as he leaned in, sealing her lips with his. The first touch of
mouths declared war. She wanted control at first, wanted to force the
next gasp of breath from his lips. Wanted even more to taste the air he
breathed. Breathless, Makenzie broke first. She crooked her foot,
twining his calf. Her pelvis snuck forward in the cradle of his hips,
sandwiching his erection. Charyn responded swiftly, taking the
dominion she rescinded. He fit his lips over hers, tongues tasting
again. He stroked his hips against her, and the denim-clad cock barely
scraped her clit. She moaned, but the sound was aborted by the tongue
Charyn used to swallow it. His grunt matched hers, the sounds eaten
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Tearing his mouth away from the vacuum seal of hers, he spoke a
hoarse whisper against her ear, I am going to make you come. Just
remember two things. It will be quick, and no screaming.
Mak laughed, the sound dry and rusty. I dont think thats a
problem.
Youll see. That honey voice of yours would make screaming
musical.
At that, he fitted his mouth to hers, pulling her up flush to him.
Turning Makenzies back to the wall, Charyn cushioned her spine
with hands and arms as he ground his cock against her. He wound
circles around and around, her legs locking around him. The pressure
in Makenzie wound tighter with each pass over her clit. She bit his
lip, licking and panting, taking his mouth again. She arched her back,
begging for more. He supplied it by grabbing a buttock in each hand
and splitting them wide open in his grip. Then he changed the rhythm,
the staccato thrusts spearing her headlong toward her peak. Her mouth
gaped open as he drank her stuttered breaths and pleas. She closed her
eyes, begging him to finish her. He did, releasing a buttock, fisting
her hair. He arched her head back, eating her screams with his open
lips, grinding maddening circles against her. The dam broke, taking
her away faster than ever before.
She wanted to look away, but there was nothing worth seeing
more than him, the only unmovable object in her sphere. Even as she
consciously made the effort to pay attention somewhere else, he was
there. Scalding her with desires she didnt know grown women had.
The desire to have back-scratching sex, the kind where both parties
were hurt just a bit by the violence of it. The need to be taken with
fury as she earned whatever he desired giving her.
She spent many moments aware of him in the aftermath of her
pleasure. It wasnt uncomfortable, and the quiet seemed normal.
Natural, the way the woods grow silent when a hunter passes by. She
was the hunted, and outclassed in the sensual arts. He would devour
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soothing her back down from the peak. He rubbed her face, her back,
as she descended. She was clinging to him like ivy as he gave her
small kisses over her face and carried her back to the bed. Lying
down, she wished the moment never ended. She didnt want to let him
go, not yet. Looking at the man who gave her more than her own
hands ever did, Makenzie shuddered.
There was a knock on the door heralding the doctor, and she
watched him walk away, silent and stiff, with his jacket held closely
in front. Makenzie smiled and thought at least she wasnt the only one
on fire from their encounter.
****
Charyn knew he needed to get somewhere away so he could rub it
out without her scent clinging to him. But he wasnt one for flashing
innocent people his manhood, and would rather not go to jail for it.
He looked at her face, and the blue balls he suffered were worth it.
She was just so beautiful when she came. When he saw her, control
became almost impossible, leaving him just a hair shy of coming in
his jeans. Her face flushed, eyes wide open, this incredibly helpless
look in her gaze. Almost like she was sorry she had to come at all and
end their hasty liaison.
A knock at the door cut the tension building between them,
allowing the passion to dissipate in the atmosphere.
Come in. Maks voice sounded shaken.
The doctor came in, and Charyn took the distraction the woman
presented and exited the room with a tersely spoken, Ill be back.
He sauntered out, gait hobbled slightly by his hard cock, hidden
by his carefully positioned jacket. Leaving the hospital by the front
entrance, he walked to his SUV, a large special-edition Hummer with
darker-than-legal tinted windows. He climbed in, removing his cock
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out. Visions of Makenzie spurred him on, the taste of her lips, and the
hoarse cries spilling from her lips carrying him to a quick peak.
The release, bittersweet and intense, came with her name falling
from his lips. Cock spurting, the waiting napkin caught his sperm.
The seeds of his progeny, and Charyn decided at the next opportunity
he would shoot them straight to her womb. Grunting, he cleaned his
member with a few swipes of another coarse napkin. Composing
himself, Charyn opened the door, and headed back where he came
from. The best part was the fact she wanted him, too, and now he
knew just how much. Now that he saw how sweetly she responded to
his caresses, he would not let her go. She was so sensitive and sweet
in her responses to him. His cock started to get away from him again,
so he trained his thoughts elsewhere for the walk back.
When Charyn strolled in the room, he heard Makenzie and Dr.
Wellington talk a few minutes about her care after she left the
hospital. She was advised against the usual things, stress, heavy
lifting, heavy drinking, and no work for at least eight days, as that was
the minimum for an FMLA claim. Once she ate the breakfast that
followed the doctor in, and the nurse checked on her, she could go
home. He saw she was grateful to be able to see her own bed soon, as
she quickly ate the simple breakfast. The meal seemed too small to
him, watching her opt for only cereal and applesauce and take the
time to drink an extra glass of water.
Shortly after she finished her Spartan meal, there was a knock at
the door. Bidding whoever stood at the door entry, it opened,
revealing Charli was back.
Hey boo, I dodged back to bring you some clean gear, Charli
said, motioning to the Juicy Couture bag at her side. Brought your
hair pick, some makeup, T-shirt, jeans, and your twenty-year-old flipflops.
Laughing, Makenzie replied, You just saved my life. I just knew
I was gonna have to put them dirty clothes from last night on my
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Excellent, that will give me time to hit the store up. Ill be back
to pick you up in a few then.
Charyn interjected, I can do that, since I am already here.
Okayyy. Charli looked at a loss. Charyn saw her glance at
Makenzie to make the final choice, but both of them appeared
confused. That will be just fine with me. Im cooking curry chicken
tonight, so dont be too tardy, will you?
As Charli walked to the door backwardly, another knock at the
door warned of another person signaling for entry. Turning about, she
pulled the door open and backed up as a basket wearing a small sprite
of a person stumbled in the doorway. The basket was gigantic, filled
beyond the brim with a hodgepodge of things, covering the face,
chest, and half of the hips of the deliverer. Hullo, is this the room for
a Ms. Stafford-Johns? Where on earth should I sit this monstrosity?
Thing weighs more than my Mini. Blast it!
****
Makenzie saw the deliverer was a woman who appeared to be in
her fifties, well preserved, with bright, clear skin faintly mapped with
wrinkles at the eyes, a short-cropped Mohawk of hair, auburn all over
but frosted blond on the tips by the front. She was fashionable, her
wiry figure sheathed in brown leggings and knee-length olive
sweaterdress. The diminutive lady prattled, a little busy bee freeing
herself from the excessively sized basket. The basket was heavy, if
the thump it made was any indication.
By gad, I knew I was gonna throw my back out with that
absurdly large thing. Knew I was in for it when my trunk wouldnt
close on it. I ended up using a bunch of bungee cords to keep it in the
car for the ride.
Mak, desperate to stop the insane prattling, spoke up. Im
Makenzie. Thank you for delivering my basket. If youll just give me
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Nice to meet you, too. Im Marge. A tip wont be necessary, as

my boss footed the entire bill. Tip included. Eyes twinkling, she
looked away. Isnt that right, Charyn?
The look on said mans face spoke volumes, disgust the most
prominent. I know my directions were much simpler than that
monstrosity. I know I didnt tell you to add all that stuff to that basket
either.
But, Charyn, really? You shouldnt have given me leave to make
it on my day off with vague directions then. Better luck next time. By
the by, you owe me double time for three hours. Now the random
weekend call makes sense. I can see why youre here. With that, the
jabber-jawed pint-sized tyrant skipped out, grin on her face showing
she knew chaos was left in her wake.
UmmmCharyn, two questions. Who was that? And what is
that? Mak asked, barely able to hold back her laughter.
Charli, in similar shape, barely holding her composure while
leaning against the wall, said, I think that was my cue to leave. But
sistah knows one thing. It wont fit in my car. Visibly pulling herself
together, she took her leave, keys in hand.
That was Marge. Shes my personal assistant. Before you ask,
yes, she is always like that. To the second, I asked her to get a basket
with a few things, definitely not that ridiculous thing, Charyn
replied.
Either way, its mine and I want it. I cant wait to get it home and
look at my stuff. Mak grinned at Charyn, her voice a high-pitched
sing-song.
Grabbing the bag Charli brought, she walked into the bathroom to
change her clothes. She pulled on her favorite tee, a soft red shirt with
white print that proclaimed, Its not you, its me! faded relaxed-fit
jeans, and leather flip-flops. Picking out her fro, she made a puff
ponytail, debating if she should put on any makeup. Thinking of the
man she had in the room was the deciding point, no matter how achy
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shadow, and a touch of gloss were the extent of what she felt like
doing. That done she was ready to go, but nerves had her leaning at
the door breathless for a few moments more. A knock at the door had
her leaping back, then laughing at herself. She heard Charyn speak a
muffled, Are you ready?
The only response she could give was, Yes, Im coming now.
Although self-preservation begged her to run, she wanted to say yes.
The only ending to their story was heartbreak. Mine, to be exact.
What on earth was she going to do with a man like him?

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Chapter 5:
Lets Talk About Sex
The ride home was thankfully uneventful, silence broken only by
a recorded voice emitted by the GPS system. As they pulled in front
of her home, Makenzie tried to climb out, but a hand stopped her. The
clasp of his hand was firm and warm on her bicep, swallowing the
whole of it. She looked over, meeting his gaze for the first time since
he touched her that morning. Her breathing quickened audibly, but his
did, too. She felt no shame at the words unspoken between them, or
even how easily he had to see through her.
She cleared her throat, asking, Would you be so kind as to carry
my basket inside?
His response was only a quirked brow which seemed to say, You
thought I wasnt?
Mak smiled back and turned to open her door. The hand gripping
her didnt let go, and exasperated, Mak looked over. Charyn, what is
it? He still didnt speak, just shook his head twice. He climbed out of
the large SUV, walking to her door, and opened it, letting her out. He
stuck his hand out, taking possession of her keys.
Charyn opened the duplex door from the hall entry and tugged her
inside. When the door was closed, sealing them away from the world,
he pounced. Grasping a hand in each of his, he looked her in the eye,
then at her lips. May I? She was still nodding her head, giving
consent, when he kissed her. Her hunger for him had to be evident, as
when he stepped back, Makenzie felt herself sway left. Charyns eyes
grew darker, and with a scorching look, he swept her up. He placed
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Standing at his full height, Charyn told Mak, Im going to get the
basket and your bag. He walked swiftly, leaving the door ajar as he
walked out. The moment he left, Charli swept in, speaking before she
got in the door good. Is he staying for dinner? Now you know your
girl, I had to see what was in that basket. I was taking a chance
though
On what, Charli?
That your natural curiosity would get the better of you, and you
would be in that parade float of a basket before you came home.
Duhhh.
Yous an asshole, girl.
Speaking of the basket, it walked in the door, Charyn closing the
door with a foot.
Heres your bag. And this Makenzie watched him look
askance at the basket cradled in his big hands. He sat the basket in the
living room, right in the middle of the large pistachio-colored shag
rug.
Cool! Both Mak and Charli dived in, pulling apart the large
gold ribbon holding the cellophane around the basket. About three
feet tall, the thing was really a woven picnic basket, but the items
inside forced the lid open. On top rested a clutch of wild blooms
wrapped in twine. Under those were myriad items, no rhythm or
rhyme to them. Godiva chocolates next to a hip-hop album, a tablet
computer lay next to a bag of French roast coffee. Digging deeper in
the basket, there was more. Williams-Sonoma muffins, Ibuprofen, and
a Barnes and Noble gift card were the next unearthed. Scones, Ciroc,
and
Beviamo! Both ladies on their knees on the floor squealed
simultaneously.
Charli got up. Dont touch anything else. Imma grab us some
glasses for our libations.
Laughing, Makenzie said nothing, sitting on her hands but
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I told you not to do that. Tsk tsk tsk. Charli stood over the
basket and handed out glasses as she poured them, first to Makenzie,
then Charyn, last for herself.
You didnt say nuffin bout looking though.
Mak looked up and saw Charyn smile, apparently getting his kicks
watching her get giddy over the selections in the basket. He asked,
Makenzie? Wheres your bathroom?
Looking up at him, she said, Down the hall, to the left.
For Makenzie and Charli, everything in the basket was fun, until
one of them pulled a sack out. No larger than a pillowcase, it was
bright red and drawn closed at one end with a rope drawstring.
Makenzie shook the bag and, stumped, untied the end. The first item
from the sack was super-soft cord, extra long, black, and heavy
enough to be rope. Next, the bag dropped several jeweled clamps with
rubber coating the blunt teeth. Finally, Mak just upended the bag in
the floor, watching the remaining items fall out. Supersized dildo,
massage lotion, lube, and I dont know what the hell these are!
Gesturing to the last item, Charli replied, Ben Wa balls, honey.
I dont want to know how you knew that.
I hope you wont find out how I know. Thats just a bit personal,
TMI. I just have one question. You gonna give him what these items
are asking for Mak?
I dont know what you mean.
Yes, you do. I think that you and he need to have a nice talk
about BDSM, Mak. Marge knew what went in that basket. She made
it. She doesnt know you to think you would like this, so it has to be
about him.
But Im not into that.
But youre into him, and hes like that. Im going to get this naan
bread going. Ill knock when dinner is ready.
Why is it when stuff goes buck wild, youre out?
Cause you grown, girl. Thats why. Grabbing a muffin, Charli
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****
While in the bathroom, Charyn took a moment to reflect on a few
things. Mainly that he may just owe Marge more than double-time.
She had been talking about her and Sal going on their 24th
anniversary cruise to Europe. Next, thinking about the mischievous,
childlike side he saw to Mak, he could see her laughing when he
finally played with her, twined within his ropes.
Charyn rounded the corner just in time to hear the end of the
conversation about the last items found in the basket. He wouldnt
have had their discussion about the lifestyle begin like this, but better
this way than not at all or after they were in too deep. He stepped out
and saw Makenzie was still seated in the floor, nipple and clit clamps
in her hand.
Looking at him in the eyes, Mak asked, Hmm, you think these
are my size? He noticed her humor at the situation, eyes glinting
with suppressed mirth as she held the clamps up to her ears.
Never thought to use em like that. He smiled, taken aback at
her cavalier attitude.
So this is what you want from me? The words were raspy, and
he heard the brush of air scraping her throat as she inhaled.
No, this is what we need from one another, Mak.
Ive never
I know that. I can taste you, though. The need burns in you that
strongly. Come here.
Standing on weak legs, she crossed the room, meeting him
halfway.
You follow my commands so effortlessly, gracefully. I barely
have to speak the words.
Breath shallow, she leaned into his embrace. He walked her to the
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microfiber, he tugged her into the gap between his legs, back to chest.
He inhaled into her hair and began speaking, tone hypnotic.
The major tenets of bondage play are as follows. I expect you to
obey me during play. You control how far we go with the use of your
safe word. Last, play is first and foremost safe, sane, and consensual
only. Aftercare is just as important as the playtime we share. I know
you have questions, and I will try to answer them all. Bear in mind
some things can only be shown, not taught.
Am I to call you Massa? He could see Makenzie barely kept a
straight face when she asked.
Depends on if you want a spanking or not.
How does it work? Am I your slave all the time?
No, just sometimes when we are going to make love, or barring
that, anyplace with a bed or surface I can take you on.
That sounds reasonable. Do others know that you
Like to dominate women to get my rocks off, you mean? No.
Just Marge and a few others in the scene do.
Laughing into his chest, she queried, Will you hurt me?
I may spank you, but I would never permanently harm you.
She began breathing faster, heart racing.
What does safe, sane, consensual exactly mean? I get what the
words mean, but how do they relate to BDSM?
It means safe play. Some things, while erotic, if you are not
properly trained, could seriously harm someone. Sane, since insanity
would create a hazardous environment, and again one of the parties
could come to harm. Consensual, since anything less is rape.
What if I am scared and dont want to play anymore? Would you
stop then?
As I said before, you as the submissive will control all play. The
safe word lets you feel free to beg me to stop, without having me
actually do so. The word would be something you wouldnt say
during sex, but can easily remember.
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No, it just means the scene would stop. We would talk about
what feelings you had that scared you into stopping. Depending on
what the reasoning is, it will adjust the play we have later. It may be
that youre out of your comfort zone and need coaxing to take you
there. Or that its a hard limit, meaning you dont want anything to do
with it under any circumstances.
When would you want to start?
We already did. As time goes by, Ill introduce new things to
you, until you get comfortable. What do you want as your safe
word?
Asparagus.
Charyn looked at her sideways and laughed, the sound deep and
hearty. I think that qualifies.
Smiling at Charyn, Mak stretched and grimaced, as sore muscles
protested.
Looks like someone needs another massage.
Not if you value your life. The last one was good, but you left me
in a bad way. Certainly dont wanna repeat.
Slightly offended, Charyn clasped the soft skin of her lower arm,
massaging her fingers first. Then he rubbed circles with his thumbs up
toward the elbow, and when he finished one limb, moved to the other.
The soft woman in his arms went limp, and he knew she was
drifting off into la-la land. Once he reached her feet, Charyn turned
her sideways, cradled in his lap. The position reminded him of sitting
with Santa for the requisite Christmas pictures as a child. He kept
rubbing away at the tired muscles, tight and knotted. When his hands
caressed the arch of her foot with work-calloused finger pads, she
moaned. Long and low, the sound made him revisit the spot, wanting
to hear it again. He wondered if he could make her come without
spearing her on his cock in his impatience. There wasnt enough time
for that. Charli would be back soon, and he wanted to take her slowly.
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Soon, he told himself, knowing he would take her like she had
never been taken before while also giving parts of his heart that had
never taken or touched another woman before her.
But there was at least time for this. Leaning over her, he touched
her face, cupping her chin. She blinked at him owlishly, now fully
aware, and he swooped in. Crushing her lips, he sucked the lower lip
she presented him with. Tongues dueling, he mated her mouth,
possessing each breath she took. Hands roaming, he cupped her soft
breasts, thumbs rocking the nipples. The tender flesh erect under his
hand put precious stones to shame in both hardness and beauty. She
keened into his mouth, seeking him. He responded with a lowered
hand resting on top of her pelvis, inches shy of where she wept for
him. Shifting her down his lap, Charyn rocked his leg. The wellplaced knee crumbled her defenses. The pressure of the hand at her
lower belly forced something more from her.
Tell me you need to come. Say, sir, I need to come.
Makenzies response was both immediate and held urgency.
Please, sir, I need to come.
As you wish.
Charyn worked in earnest, rocking his knee under her mound.
Thats it, take it. Take what I want to give you.
Oh yes, sir.
Mmmm
Satisfied with her surrender, he captured more of her,
overwhelming her mouth with the strength of his passion. Charyn saw
the peak claim her, taking her away and back, panting his name with
each breath.
Thats a good girl. He soothed her with skimming hands and
kisses, anywhere within reach.
What about you? How sweet of her to ask. But it would take
much more of her than fifteen minutes before he was remotely
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I knew when we started there wouldnt be time for me. That can
come later.
Makenzie just looked up at the ceiling, perplexed, still shuddering
from the peak he gifted her with.
Moments later, the front door opened with quiet snick, warm
breeze circling the more-than-stuffy room. Her passion-glazed eyes
met his, and held his gaze.
So I see yall have had that talk I recommended. Charli stood at
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Chapter 6:
Color Me Mad
Walking to Charlis half of the duplex took only a moment.
Dinner was a lively affair, laughter dished up with the large bowls of
curry chicken stewed with varied vegetables for hours and spooned
over jasmine rice. Served with garlic naan bread, the meal was
delicious. Each of the three was unbuttoning pants by the end, when
there was no justice done to the dessert. While tasty, none of them had
any room left to hold even one more mouthful. Charli brought over
after-dinner drinks, snifters of Drambuie and mugs of coffee. She
kindly packed Tupperware with the dessert, a strawberry shortcake
napoleon, since none of them was able to eat it. Hugs and handshakes
went around, and then Mak opened the door, headed for her place.
For a late-autumn Saturday evening, it was nice out. Autumn
breezes flowed gently as Mak crossed the hall to her unit, deciding
she would love to sketch the nighttime landscape. Charyn followed
her to her door. Walking inside, she bent over, picking up scattered
items from the basket. He followed, taking gifts and placing them on
the counter to clear the floor. When they were done, Mak looked
through her lashes, watching him in motion. Whatever she had to do
was worth it. This man was like no other she ever encountered. He
was hers, by hook or by crook.
When will I see you again? she asked, deciding to be forthright.
Tonight, if youll let me, I will stay with you to make sure that
you are fine. Tomorrow, Ill go home for a bit to get some work done,
and come back. I want to take you out.
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Unless you have a twin bed, were sharing it.

Mak felt her jaw drop, mouth open, stunned and stupid.
But we just
I know that as well as, if not better, than you. Tonight we are
going to sleep, not make love.
Or fuck?
Shaking his head, Charyn replied, Even when I fuck you, well
be making love. Itll just be dirty, sweaty, hard, and fast. She knew
he watched her response to his words, her quickening breath, lip
biting, and heated cheeks.
You always have me at a disadvantage, it seems.
Not true, I was the perv with a hard-on at the scene of an
accident. Its your fault, Makenzie. This is just karma.
No way, I dont believe it. You were too cool when I saw you.
Yes, I was. When I ran to your car, you had lost consciousness.
Your lips were so soft looking I needed to kiss them, and had to
clench my fists to keep from touching you. I lost control of my cock
when you opened your eyes and looked at me. I knew I was staring
you down, but I couldnt stop.
I thought it was just me.
No, it wasnt.
Is there anything you need? As youre staying the night, will you
need any clothes? I have a pair of shorts and T-shirt that may fit you.
Id rather not wear another mans castoffs, if you dont mind.
Lips tilted upward, Mak admonished Charyn, saying, I take
offense to that statement. Im not a man.
Oh? I hadnt noticed.
I knew this moustache made me look extramasculine.
Deadpan, Charyn replied, Actually its doesnt. It was the beard
that gave you away.
Rubbing her chin, she laughed. Cant put nuffin past you, huh?
Better and worse have tried.
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Im going outside for a bit. If you would like your own

nightclothes and a change for tomorrow, you can go home and come
back. Walking behind her, Charyn hugged her close.
Actually, he whispered in her ear as he leaned down to her, I
sleep in my birthday suit.
Not in my bed, you wont. Getting nasty man juices on my bed,
hairy toes with crusty nails scraping up my nice sheetsUh-uh, dont
make that face.
Ill have you know I dont have nasty feet, and the only nasty
juices in the bed will belong to you. All of mine are gonna be in
here. With that, he cupped the zipper of her jeans and toed his shoes
and socks off.
See, they are manicured and everything.
Smiling at him, Mak looked down, shocked.
Damn, even his feet are sexy, Makenzie thought, looking at the
large male foot slightly back and to the side of hers. Clean, close-cut
toenails framed a well-proportioned foot, sized to match the rest of
him.
Thank you, he replied to Maks offhand statement.
I said that out loud?
Yes, you did.
Smacking herself in the forehead, she said, Okay, now that Ive
embarrassed myself, how about you move over there?
Pushing him away, she moved back a few paces, but it only made
the problem worse. She was so drawn to him it didnt matter where he
was. He could look at her from across a room and her knees were just
as weak as they would be if he was next to her. She blinked her vision
clear, drinking in the sight of him. Her senses were overwhelmed by
him in every way, even down to his scent and his voice. She wanted
another taste of him, her drug of choice, so tasty she licked her lips.
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You said you wanted to go outside. Voice husky, he drew her

toward the back door, and she saw dusk approaching. Maks hand
itched, and she remembered.
Duh! Be back.
Quick stepping to the makeshift studio, she took a few things,
some paper, Cray-Pas, pencils, and an eraser. Switching her clothes
for a loose tunic and tights took just another minute. She just left the
discarded clothes where they lay and dashed out. Looking through the
sliding glass, she saw the object of her desires. Seated on one of the
peacock-blue deck chairs, he apparently was busy with his phone,
sending a text message. She sat down across from him, facing the
west. The sketch went by quickly, and it felt as if she had just begun
when she shaded the last corner of the page.
When finished, she stood up, arching her back into a deep stretch.
Charyn stood with her, taking up the Cray-Pas, erasers, pencils, and
sketch pad.
Mak was the first to break the silence. If its all right with you,
we can watch a movie.
Are you going to finish the sketch you started?
This part is done. I just like sketching the sunsets, but normally I
dont paint them.
Can I see your sketches, paintings?
Sureeverythings just through here in the spare bedroom.
Thats why I didnt have an extra bed to offer you.
Make no mistake, Makenzie. Even if you had a million beds, the
only one Im sleeping in will be with you.
Mouth dry, Mak lead Charyn through the hall to her studio.
When she opened the door, she remembered the clothes she left on the
floor. Panties included. Dodging in the door past Charyns large
frame took finesse, but she did it. Sweeping the garments up in one
stroke was harder, and she did that too. What she didnt account for
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Whats that, Mak, your clothes? Here, let me help you. Smiling,
he leaned forward, crowding her. She squeaked and jumped back,
dropping the bundle she worked so hard for. He caught it, face smug.
Taking the items, he looked at them, breaking a toothy smile. I see
somebody is free-balling in this room. Charyn cocked a brow in her
direction.
Mak replied, I am not! She was huffing, embarrassed as hell.
Who said anything about you? But I already knew you didnt
have any on.
How?
The way you walked, and no panty lines. Best believe me, I
looked.
Face heated, Makenzie sputtered, You can kick rocks with Jesus
sandals, Charyn.
She noted and appreciated that he gave her a moment to calm
down. No talking, just hypnotic silence. Finally, Makenzie felt the
heat leave her face and she relaxed. Her next words were meant to
show him she was past the heat of anger, but still didnt appreciate the
way he goaded her in her own home.
Since were here, you may as well look.
****
When Makenzie took him in her studio, Charyn remembered the
concentration on her face as he watched her work. At first she would
sketch using the pencil in her right hand, occasionally tapping the
paper with a fat white eraser in her left. As the time passed by, he
unabashedly went from covert peeks to outright staring. He saw her
hands moved almost independently, working opposite the other,
though they had the same goal. At that moment he was gone, mind
lost in her work, even losing track of time. Through the entire still-life
sketch, Makenzie bobbed slightly or swayed, depending on what song
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Enthralled with watching her hands dance over the paper, Charyn
found he was impressed by the detail the half-finished work showed.
The charcoal gray of the pencil drawing was complex and no detail
was left out. He could distinguish the fading rays of sunlight. There
was even a spiderweb in the tree across the yard in the picture. She
was a really good artist, with an impeccable eye and the ability to
make the most mundane of life appear on paper as the most exquisite
works of art. He had seen many sunsets in his life, but never with the
same view Makenzie had revealed in the sketch.
Bringing himself to the here and now, Charyn saw as Makenzie
pointed to the opposite wall, and he turned to get a better look. The
spring-green wall was covered floor to ceiling with canvases of
varying sizes. The smallest was in the very center of the wall, no
bigger than a large floor tile. The largest was short, maybe only a foot
tall, but fully spanned the length of the room. The paintings were of
every subject matter. There were people, trees, abstract slashes
through paint spatters, still-life subjects. Amazed at the depth the
smallest one contained, he concentrated, staring. The painting, done in
watercolor, was stunning. What he saw changed depending on his
angle of approach. When he was straight on, he saw a window with
curtains. But when he looked at it from the corner of his eye, he saw
more. Swearing he was seeing things, he asked, Is that a couple
making love in this picture, Makenzie?
Yep.
I like it.
Thanks, its my favorite, too.
You are incredibly talented. If this is what you have here, then
what youve sold must be amazing.
Eyes lowered, Mak said, I havent sold anything.
Why not? People would pay good money for this.
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Makenzie, we havent known each other very long, but what Ive
seen shows me you are not a coward. We can table it for now, but it
will come back up.
Im not a coward. Charyn knew that hed made her angry again,
as her heated response was an angry volley punted back at him.
Mak crossed her arms and led him out of the room. Taking the
worn clothes, she put them in the bathroom hamper. Before she left,
Makenzie handed him the remote, tone brusque. Im going across the
hall to see Charli. Be back.
From the look of it, he was in the doghouse. Charyn knew he
better do something nice enough to keep her from kicking him out
tonight. Otherwise he was going to be bunking down in the Hummer
instead of Makenzies bed, and that was not in his plans this evening.
If he had it his way, he wouldnt be sleeping anywhere else on other
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Chapter 7:
Break Up to Make Up
Makenzie strutted across the hall, so angry her head was leading
her body. When she knocked at the door, Charli pulled it open
quickly, so fast that she half fell in the door.
What happened? Girl, did he hurt you? Imma mess that fool up!
Charli grabbed her keychain Mace and began to take off her earrings,
discarding them on her countertop.
She pulled Charli back, saying, Whoa, hold your horses. It
wasnt like that.
Then what was it like? You came through madder than
rattlesnake spit, knocking like five-o. After closing the door, they
both sat down on the couch. Picking up the joint smoldering in the
ashtray, Charli toked twice. Looking at Makenzie, she offered it.
You still on the wagon?
Taking the blunt, she told her, Not tonight, Im not.
By the time they finished the illegal cigarette, both were geeked,
laughing at nothing.
So you gonna tell me what happened back there? You and the
hunky Mr. December were doing good last time I saw. He was eyeing
you something fierce. I saw you both outside. So I know he wants
your business, boo.
Yeah, and he told me basically that I was a coward.
Stop the bus, for what?
Both ladies munched hard on some chips and salsa, and Mak told
her what happened, starting from the beginning. She told her about
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hospital, followed by kisses and her touching herself, the orgasms,

everything. By the time the tale was finished, they had polished off a
bottle of Madeira and smoked another joint. When she told her about
their fight, Charlis response shocked her.
Hes right, you know, Charli said through a Cheshire Cat grin.
You arent supposed to say that. Its against the girlfriend code
or something.
You are the furthest thing from a coward, but with the way
youve been acting around himIve never seen you run from a
tough situation, Mak. You know this has been an issue for a hot
minute. Your paintings are wonderful. If not, then why have I half
wallpapered my house in Makenzie originals? As much as I love you,
I wouldnt have placed anything subpar in my sanctuary, boo. You
were upset for no reason, girl. The man doesnt give a damn where
your drawers are at. He wants whats in them.
But I just dont
Dont what? Want him to know you are a closet slob? That you
wear panties? You lucky he aint left, high ass. Giggling, she
continued, Do you even know how he looks at you? That man stares
at you so hard that hes either crazy or half in love. Like you have the
last breath hes gonna take inside. I watched yall outside earlier; you,
lost as always in your sketching, took about an hour and a half before
you even realized he was there. Once he put that phone down, he just
saw you. Like he was trying to draw you, too, just in his mind, no
paper needed.
I didnt realize, I just did what
You always do, I know. That man in there wants you. I saw what
was in that basket, just like you did. Some of the items were specific
as hell, a bottle of Ciroc, and Beviamo? That sounds to me like he
replaced the ones that broke in the accident. The Godiva, I know you
had a wrapper in the dashboard from when you had a PMS craving.
The rest is the swag he talking about. Homeboy must have a great
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But what he wants from me is the question, Charli. We just met

one day ago. Maybe he just wants some strange. For all I know, hes
got jungle fever.
Charli fell out the chair, laughing so hard tears rolled down her
face.
Jungle fever, cause were in love! Charli sang out. Hell no,
boo, black pussy stopped being strange bout ten years ago. Betta step
to the plate with somethin more logical than that.
Okay, youre right. Ill stop reaching. But you dont get it.
Well, then make me.
He could destroy me. Ive never in my life felt so connected to
another person, like I knew him before I knew he existed. When I saw
him, I didnt see anything else. I was in a wrecked car, and I forgot
everything when I saw his eyes. I feltcaptured. Like he took me
somewhere else, someplace just the two of us could go. I dont want
him to break my heart. If Im feeling him so deeply now after one
day, then what about later? The inevitable handful of days, weeks, or
months together, if he gives us that long. What about the end? I would
rather not look up and see him walk away, and end up broken.
Boo, life doesnt come with guarantees, not even tomorrow. For
real, most people live happy half-lives never feeling that chemistry.
Ive never felt that. I have always longed to. Dont throw it away. If
you do, you will regret it. Cause even if the dream is better than
reality, you would still think about it. That what if? feeling is not
good, and Id rather take a chance and be miserable, than not and be
safe.
Charli leaned over, opening her small side-table drawer. Pulling
out a small pipe, she packed it with more herb and lit it, toking once.
Handing it off, she said, One more for the road?
Nah, Im good. Offering hugs, Charli let Makenzie out, waiting
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Once inside, she heard the TV going. Peeking through the halfwall, she saw Charyn in her kitchen, wearing black gym shorts. He
had swept, mopped, and washed the few dishes she had in the sink.
Hey. Mak was floored. Charyn with clothes was sexy as all get
out. Without them, he was perfect. His large, sculpted, tan body was
at least six and a half feet tall and thickly roped with muscles. His
chest, well developed, had a sparse dusting of hair. Trailing her eyes
downwards, she noted his wide shoulders and chest tapered to a v.
The shorts hung low on his hips, barely hanging on for dear life.
Welcome back, Mary Jane.
Huh? You must have your women crossed.
Quirking a brow, he laughed. I can smell, you know that right?
Ohhhh
Yeah.
Is it a deal breaker? Cause I have to admit, its my favorite dirty
secret.
Nope. I have been known to indulge every now and again
myself.
Jaw hitting the floor, Mak was stunned. But you seem soI
dont know?
Normal?
I think you havent ever known what it is to be normal.
You would be surprised at how many people smoke marijuana.
At least one percent of people do every day, and over half of the
population has tried it at one point or another. Charyn continued,
My mom is a hippie. She smokes every day, even now. She never
hid it from us, and if we wanted to try it, she would let us.
Mmminteresting, my mom is the opposite. But I like my men
smart and sexy.
So you think Im sexy, huh?
You know you are, why ask?
Even men like compliments. But I do want to talk to you. Get to
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Ask away.
Lets make it fun. Would you care to play two-handed spades?
Winner of each book gets a question?
You can play spades?
Yes, Mak, even lil ol white me can play spades.
I didnt Thinking of what she implied took her aback. Yeah
I did. Sorry.
Its okay. I enjoy surprising you.
I think it doesnt take much from you. Shoot, Im amazed youre
still here.
Charyn smiled. You amaze me, too. I never thought to meet
someone like we did, either.
Tell the truth and shame the devil.
Grabbing a deck of cards, pen, and paper, Charyn pulled her to the
coffee table. He laid out two large floor cushions for their seating
comfort. The game began with a simple break down of house rules.
After the first few hands, which Mak won, the tide turned. She was
not surprised at his skill, as he seemed to do everything well. After a
grueling game, Mak won by a single book.
The questions were fun, keeping them both awake until the early
hours of morning. Mak used her questions to gather information about
his family. He was the middle of three brothers. Deven being the
eldest and Marques the youngest, Charyn was the middle brother. She
found out how he got his name, from his mother, Charlotte Yves
Warren.
She took the first part from her first name, the middle from her
middle name, the ending from her maiden last name. Doesnt make
sense to me, everyone else got normal names. The conversation
carried on late into the night, and Makenzie lost all sense of time until
after two a.m. Enthralled by his voice, content with a good meal and
the warmth of his arms, Mak drifted off. Her last waking memory was
of Charyn watching her drift off, and she sensed movement as he
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****
Early that Sunday morning, Makenzie awoke, needing the
bathroom. She smiled when she stirred from the bed and caught sight
of the man in it. He was nude, save the sheets his hips were tangled
in.
Curious, she cocked her head left and right, trying to see the rest
of him. Mak really wished he would shift positions to allow the
sheets, covering what she wanted to see, to give her even a small
peek. Bladder complaining, she ducked into the bathroom. She
brushed her teeth, used the commode, and quickly washed her face.
Walking from the bathroom, she padded over to the bed. Charyn had
shifted, but only to hog the entire expanse.
Even with the addition of his restless motions, the sheet still
annoyingly concealed the bits she wanted to see most. However,
morning sunlight lay across him in slashes from the blinds, and her
artist inside itched to sketch him. Getting the few items needed for the
impromptu sketch took longer than she wanted. Impatient, she
propped herself on one the floor cushions and went to work. She drew
him as he lay, lazily sprawled across the full surface of the queen, feet
hanging off the bed. She finished quickly, the lines of his form
already mapped in her mind.
Standing and stretching, she decided to fix breakfast. Before she
could set her sketches to the side, Charyn rolled to his side, smile
sexy. The sketches and pencil fell, hitting the floor, sound muted by
the plush bedside rug.
Voice husky, he asked her, Like what you see? I wondered if you
were going to pull the sheet back. But since you wont, I will. He
rolled upright and climbed, long-legged, out of bed. The sheet pooled
at his feet. Maks eyes glazed over at the sight. His cock lay along his
thighs, large as the rest of him. Thick as her wrist, the head was plum
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Yes, I do, Makenzie responded to his earlier query, way late.

Good.
He walked to her and leaned in, tasting the bruised lower lip
gently. His breath was clean, minty fresh.
How come you dont have dragon breath? Makenzie asked,
eyes going squinty with suspicion.
Ive been up for two hours.
But you were in bed.
Yeah, I got up, showered, and came back to bed with you. I have
to watch out for those nasty man juices. They tend to collect after
twelve hours or so.
Smirking at that, Makenzie agreed with him with a nonchalant
shrug of shoulders.
Can I see? Charyn asked, pointing to the fallen paper.
Sure
He leaned over, heavy cock slapping his thigh, a meaty thump.
The sound forced her to chuckle, Do you have a permit for that
thing?
Yeah, its concealed.
She laughed harder, her sides burning.
Makenzie saw Charyn as he looked down at the picture she just
sketched of him in her bed. Even she knew this was her best sketch
yet. The detail was so lifelike that even on paper the figure looked as
if it would draw breath and roll over.
You always say I amaze you, but even with what I saw in your
studio last night, this is superb. You even added the scar I got at ten
riding my bike downhill. He then asked her, Can I have this?
If you will pose for me againyes.
Will do.
You hungry?
Breakfast was wonderful, as Charyn ended up doing all the work.
Whipping eggs into froth, he constructed omelets, adding ham,
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fry bacon, since she begged him to. She didnt want him to burn his
dick, and he agreed. He laughed with her, sharing a memory where he
got splattered with bacon grease.
I was twenty-three, fresh out of college. At that age, youre
always hungry, and at the time I couldnt boil water, despite my
mothers attempts to fashion me into a passable cook. But, after
watching a cooking show, I decided to try it, seeing as I had the
munchies and no snacks. I opted for something simple, bacon and
eggs. When the pan started popping, I was so dazed I just looked at it,
not getting why it was popping so hard. By the time I finished, I was
greasy as hell. Mind you, now I know you dont combine a wet pan
with grease of any kind. Charyn laughed at himself.
Makenzie smiled at his tale as she pulled down plates and
silverware. She used the square Asian-inspired dishware she had
secreted away for special occasions, Thanksgiving and such. After
pulling down glasses, she asked Charyn, Is juice all right with you?
Yeah, but I would really like a glass of the Kool-Aid, Charyn
responded as he flipped an omelet out of the pan.
Laughing, she said, One of these days, I wont be surprised when
you say something crazy. I was going to have the same, anyway.
Why is that crazy? I grew to enjoy it immensely during school. If
you make it right, you can wake the dead. Charyn laughed again.
Youre right about that.
Setting the pitcher of cherry-lemonade out didnt take very long,
and Charyn was finished with the last omelet. He slid it on the plate
with the others and carried it to the table.
Makenzie sat down as he loaded the heavily laden plate onto the
small dinette. Are you cooking for a small country? Bet you used all
my eggs and bacon. Shaking a finger, she said, This better be good,
or you are in trouble, mister. After saying grace, they both dug in.
You cooked all the bacon, if Im not mistaken, Charyn
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So? I still can blame you, cooking in your nasty suit. Plus, youre
too large of a man to be satisfied with a small portion of anything.
Thats right, Makenzie. I tend to be greedy with my meals. The
look in his eyes was lustful and filled with need. And why ever does
my nudity have to be nasty? I think thats where your mind is.
Somewhere in the gutter, but I like it.
You always have to have the last word, dont you?
I think you just did.
Scrunching her face up, Mak dug in. The first bite was heavenly.
He could really cook. Her face must have told him how good the food
was, since he said, You like? Was it worth the loss of a few eggs?
Elbows planted on the table edge, she leaned toward him.
Smirking, she retorted, What you gonna do if it wasnt?
He cocked a brow, and he leaned across the table, sucking both
her lips between his. Running his tongue tip across the seam of her
mouth, he coaxed her to open her mouth. She did and was rewarded
with a hot lick up her upper palate. Shuddering in delight, she backed
away. Her fresh panties were soaked already, and she really couldnt
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Chapter 8:
Dinner for Perverts
The beautiful Sunday morning was mild, and since it was her
regular cleaning day, Mak grabbed a bucket. Filled with her favorite
cleaning supplies, she sat it by the patio door. She needed a few hours
to herself, so she sent him on his way, telling him to get some real
clothes and do whatever work he needed to do tonight.
I can help, you know.
I know you can, but youve already done too much. Let me do
this much. I only clean once a week. Just lemme do the thang.
If I go, you have to let me take you out tonight. Otherwise, I may
think youre using me for my sexy body.
Oh, I guess you found out my nefarious plan.
Mmm, I see. Come here, girl, so I can have my wicked way with
you.
Leaning in, she kissed him, tasting the faintest hint of mint,
followed with a lemon chaser. The kiss started innocently, but as their
mouths worked together, their tasting grew heated. Charyn pulled
back, his lips barely touching hers.
Lets not get this started, unless you want me to lock you in the
bedroom for the rest of the weekend.
Mak licked her lips, craving another taste, just not knowing how
to ask for it. All right, go on already. The southern twang drew her
words together like molasses. She watched him leave and already
missed him as though he had been gone for days.
Once she pulled herself from staring down the driveway, she
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dinner for Charli tonight. She decided on a simple meal so she could
set it and walk away. Roast and potatoes would be hearty enough for
Charli, and she would have leftovers to eat for lunch tomorrow.
Setting the Crock-Pot to low, she filled it one third of the way with
hot water and dumped in some favored generic seasonings, leaving
the meat to simmer.
She vacuumed, dusted, and changed her sheets with perfect
military corners. Last she moved to the en suite bathroom, performing
a quick scrub-down of the tub and toilet, finishing with a sweep and
mop over the floor. As she whisked the mop, Makenzie recalled
Charyn cleaning last night. The flashback brought heat to her cheeks
as she thought of him bare-chested and damp with sweat. What man,
she thought, would sweep and mop without being asked? She wasnt
letting him going anywhere yet. Even if he was crazy, she liked his
brand of it.
Chores done, Makenzie moved to her personal grooming needs.
She decided to wash and treat her hair first, and a hot bath would
allow her to hit up the rusty spots with her razor. Pre-bath, she
grabbed panties, sport bra, and a long sleep T-shirt proclaiming her
Americas next top model. The tights she picked were boldly
patterned, a zebra-inspired print in green and blue. The clothes were
well worn but clean and most importantly sported no holes. Mak took
her fresh clothes with her to the bath and turned on hot water after
lathering her legs with shaving cream.
This particular cream was her favorite, sold by a local sex-toy
consultant. She could shave any body part with it and even use the
same thick shaving foam as hair conditioner, if desired. Makenzie ran
her bath with the new bath bubbles from her gift basket from Charyn.
The soak was wonderful, scented well and the water as hot as she was
able to tolerate it. She drifted off, the heat carrying her away, and in
her minds eye, she saw him. Charyn. He was in front of her, sitting
with spread thighs, wearing the shorts from last night. He was looking
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angle over the waistband. The motions were long and slow, his wrist
moving evenly.
When he reached the head, he rotated his hand and rolled it. The
return back to the base was slower than before, and more maddening,
in some way. Her skin, heated from her visions, made the bath feel
cool, much like pool water in the summer. She touched herself, just a
small caress over her clit. The gentle pass of fingers was nowhere
near enough to satisfy her. But imagining his hands on her flesh
kicked the solo session up a notch. No longer her hands cupping
fleshy breasts, instead she felt his calloused strength. Not her fingers
in her pussy, but his digits rippling inside her sex. Maks head lolled
backwards as she felt the tension gather. She panted, the heat
building, and she was unable to it hold back. His name on her lips,
water rippling around her. She came tightly, the sensation locked in
her belly. Makenzie descended the peak gladly, more than ready to
leave the chilly embrace of the tub. She rinsed and climbed out,
drying off.
Pulling on her carefully chosen house wear, she towel dried and
proceeded to moisturize her scalp with oil, at this time of year
especially important because she wore a natural and her hair tended to
be dry. Mak checked the Crock-Pot, and she walked off to finish her
do. As she hit the hall, the doorbell rang. Walking over, she called
out, Whos there?
Only the lady that gave birth to you, was her moms dry
response from the other side of her door. Sharon Stafford was
beautiful even well past fifty. Her body still carried little spare fat,
and she enjoyed the maturity of her gray hair peppering the black in
chunky highlights around her face. After the cancer, she kept her hair
cropped close, spunky bangs in her face.
Opening the door wide, her mom hugged her tight.
Why aint you called me, baby? I had to find out you were in an
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Sorry, mom, it wasnt bad, I just had to stay for observation

overnight. I had a slight concussion. A couple of bruises. That was it.
Thats the point. I find out from someone else and then dont
hear from you, of all people. Then Im definitely worried. At least if I
had of heard from you, then I can be sure youre alive and awake.
Youre right, mom, Im sorry. I should have called you. By the
time I got home and settled in, I just forgot.
Hmm. Forgot, huh? All right, but I dont believe you.
Somethings up. What it is, I dont know. So what about your car?
Bessies in car heaven now. Wellmaybe car hell, cause she
was bad sometimes. Ill go pick up my rental tomorrow and then
hopefully buy something new later in the week.
All right then, you want me to come with you?
No thanks, mom. Her mom, while wonderful in every way
domestic, was a terrible negotiator. Her last car-shopping episode was
a debacle. Mom ended up paying more than the sticker price, and how
she haggled backwards Mak didnt want to know. Smiling to take the
bite out of the phrase, she hugged her mom. The scent she was
enveloped with brought back memories of her childhood. Ivory soap
and Elizabeth Arden.
Mak drew her mom inside the house and sat her at the kitchen
table. She ended up pulling out a bag of chamomile tea and jar of
honey after turning on her rarely used kettle. Making a pot of tea, she
added liberal amounts of honey to hers, handing her mom the
signature bear-shaped bottle. They commiserated over their brunch,
enjoying the tea with tomato sandwiches and some cobbler her
mother brought with her.
Three hours and many hugs later, her mom headed out the door to
go home. She now taught kindergarten and needed to get in bed at a
decent hour. But when they opened the door, Charyn stood there,
hand upright, fisted to knock. He smiled slowly, the curve of lips
transforming into a grin.
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Hay is for horses, Makenzie. Makenzie saw Charyn was joking

with her just a tad, most likely wanting to see her cheeks redden.
So what? People can have hay, too.
Liar, I dare you to eat some hay. She smiled back at his
response.
Their playful banter stopped when they heard a throat-clearing
sound. When they both went silent, her mom spoke.
So this is the something, huh. I think someone was telling you to
mind your manners, Makenzie.
Stepping forward, Charyn stuck his hand out, introducing himself.
Hello, Im Charyn Moreland. Its nice you meet you. And as clich
as it sounds, I see where your daughter got her beauty from.
Nice to meet you as well, Charyn. I am Sharon Stafford,
Makenzies mother. She hugged him. I heard that you were the
brave man that helped my baby girl out. I hope she treats you right.
And if she doesnt, call me. Ill get her. Shes stubborn but not too old
to take a switch to.
Laughing at the picture that made, Mak reddened at the thought
that most likely Charyn would happily wield the switch himself. Her
mom hugged them both again, and walked to her car.
Charyn left his shoes by the door, padding sexy bare toes to the
kitchen.
Do I smell pot roast?
Yep, its got a couple more hours, though. It should be done by
five or so.
You may as well call it leftovers.
Why?
You promised me dinner, remember? Im going to take you to
Raleigh for Thai and a movie. We leave in an hour.
Dang, wish my mom hadnt made me forget about that. I was
excited to be in my comfy clothes and ready for a night in.
Youll be happy you came. Dont push me. I might have to take a
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Charyn reached for her, Makenzie barely dodging away. She spun
off to the bedroom, already trying to decide what to wear. She left the
tights, changing the shirt to a mans button-down in black. She belted
the waist, opting for a black ballerina-flat shoe. Her hair, still damp
and in the towel, was combed carefully with lots of product and left to
air-dry. She spent most of the time on her face, wanting to look as
fantastic as she could. Using cream foundation, instead of her usual
mineral powder, gave her skin a dewy look. Her eyes were done in
green shadow and black liner, taking time to make sure the colors
were vibrant. Mascara, a small bit of blush, and she was done. After
putting everything away, she looked in the mirror.
Mak asked herself endless questions, nervously. Will he think I
look nice? Even if he does, what if others dont? What if I look like a
hag next to him?
Taking a few deep breaths, she took the plunge, walking out to
him.
You look amazing. His statement was simple. His eyes spoke of
something more complex. He touched her chin with one finger and
thumb. Tilting it with faint pressure, he kissed her. She looked him in
the eyes and the kiss deepened, then stopped abruptly.
Wha
Too tempting, I wanna keep you here.
Okay? Well, let me grab my bag. She took out a black jeweled
clutch purse. It was wallet sized, only big enough to hold the barest of
necessities, ID, debit card, lip gloss and cell phone. He escorted her
outside, opening the Hummer door and helping her up in the seat.
When she looked in the visor mirror, Charyn had eaten off half of her
gloss with his hungry kisses. She reapplied her M.A.C gloss in the
mirror as he deftly navigated the Hummer out of the city.
The drive was easy, made quicker by laughter. They spent time
deejaying the CD and MP3 players and poking fun at the others
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I do.
I think you did that to get back at me for playing William Han.
You might be right.
When they arrived at Dojo, the Thai restaurant, Makenzie was in
love. The place was Thai fusion, many cultures making their stamp on
the decor and food. The seating, low cushions, and squat table were
colorful and semi-private. She could see the other diners, but a bit of
neck craning would be involved. Each table grouping was curtained
off in gauzy fabrics draping tent-like from ceiling to floor. Every
section was a different color. Their tent was gold, and all the items in
the small dining space were slight variations of the same color, from
the charger plates to the napkin holders.
When the server came by, he handed them bamboo-backed menus
and waited.
Charyn requested the house special wine and a spicy peanut
shrimp appetizer.
I like this place. The decor is great.
Theres something special about this place. They have a show
that I wanted you to see. It will help you know a little more about
what I want to do to with you.
Face scrunched, Mak said, What does that mean exactly?
What I said. You have to see it to believe it.
The waiter came back, food in hand, and poured a sample of the
wine. Charyn accepted it after tasting. Once the plates were set up, the
server left them alone at the table. He moved to the cushion next to
her, chopsticks in hand. To start, he fed her a bite of the crunchy
prawns, followed with a sip of wine. Next, he served himself, and the
pattern continued. When the last shrimp was eaten, Mak asked, Why
didnt you place an order for an entree? Are we leaving to go to the
movies?
To answer your questions, no, we are not leaving now. I didnt
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entree a day. Each night it is different, but only one item is offered
each evening.
Thats pretty unusual. Mak didnt quite get what the
ramifications of the meal were.
Remember when you asked me why this place is special? This
restaurant serves a different meal every night. Each meal corresponds
with a certain sexual act. Depending on what night it is, you can see
anything. One night, a sixty-nine. The next, bondage. The one after
that, anal. Next week? Who knows.
Jaw unhinged, Mak asked, What is for dinner and entertainment
tonight?
Japanese rope tying. The meal is a Thai noodle dish.
Japanese rope, huh?
Yep.
Shocked but not appalled, Mak sat, childlike, peeking through
curtains to see the other occupants. Were they normal everyday
people like her neighbors? Were they like her? As her vision panned
the room, a gong sounded. The small pockets of chatter silenced, as if
a hand clamped down, shutting every mouth at once. Lights dimmed
everywhere, and the faint trails of Nag Champa were visible as they
drifted through the room. Their server came back, bowls ready. She
barely saw him do his job. She knew he gave them the dishes based
on the smell of spicy peanut sauce and noodles. As the last server left
the room, a door opened, two robed figures walking to the center of
the room.
The taller of the two spoke. His voice was strong and carried over
the expanse of the dining space. I am Master Johng, and this is my
slave, Miri.
Master Johng first told Miri to disrobe them both. Head bowed,
she removed his covering first, folded it and placed it in a basket.
Hers was next, treated the same as his. When she finished, she
kneeled in childs pose. Master Johng wore some clothing, a pair of
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was really two wide straps through the crotch and attached to a wide
ribbon at her hips. The only other clothing Miri wore was a set of
clamps at each nipple, connected with a small, delicate chain. Master
Johng had her stand, afterwards removing a long length of rope from
the basket. He started with her torso, tying the piece around her,
knotting every so often. When her torso was finished, he moved
upward. Banding her arms in knots forming a seam, he did the same
to her legs.
Mak was so enthralled with the show her food was cold before the
first bite. Charyn pulled Makenzie into his lap and fed her a few bites
of the dish. It was spicy, and the heat traveled south, warming her.
Charyn spoke for the first time in long minutes, asking, What do
you think?
I think itsinteresting. Why am I wet?
Ill take that for now. Wait till you see the rest of it.
Dont really know how much more of that I can take.
Looking back at the scene, Mak saw Master Johng hog-tie Miri,
using the harness he fashioned from rope earlier. While Charyn
distracted her, Miri had a set of rope panties added. The knots there
were near the mouth of her sex and just below the waist. The master
pulled a series of chains from the nearby post and attached them to the
harness at several different points. He walked back to the post,
hoisting the main chain, pulling taut until she was in the air and was
swinging level to his chest. Once positioned to his satisfaction, he tied
the chain off at the post. Miri screamed as she started sailing in mid
air, begging for mercy. Her master had none, slapping an exposed
patch of hip. He tugged the rope panties from the back, and Miri went
mad. She flailed in her bonds, tears rolling down her cheeks. After a
few moments, she silenced, though fat tears crept down her face. A
huge smile crossed her lips, and she flew in her swing, carried by the
momentum she created with her orgasm.
When the swing stilled long moments later, only then Mak
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his hands to her waist, coaxing her stilted rocking into smooth circles.
She leaned her head back into him. She wanted him, now. She had to
have him. She placed her hand on his, moving it to her breast. The
spicy food and show had her wet and left her skin tingling, too tight
around her.
Charyn spun her to face him, as the dim lighting faded to near
black. The darkness allowed the nights entertainment to leave,
successfully cloaking their exit. He took her hands, imprisoning them
behind her in one of his. The sounds of the other diners taking
pleasure were pronounced, a symphony of sensation. She heard
several people coming, the menagerie of grunts and moans musical.
Charyn opened her shirt, popping open button after button. When he
reached the belt, he pulled the shirt down her torso, leaving it half on.
She felt him inhale the air around her exposed skin, the pulling of air
affecting her more than a direct touch. In the darkly lit space, he
caressed her breast, nuzzling it with a damp lip. When his lips passed
over it, she moaned, complaining.
Charyn took the pebbled skin in his mouth, drinking from her.
Sucking her deep, the long pulls of his wet mouth nearly halfengulfed her breast. Makenzie heard herself groan when her
unattended nipple tightened painfully. Switching to the neglected
breast took less than a moment. The sensations were so intense, she
was left wishing he had two mouths to give her, and felt so greedy for
more. She cried out, an anonymous voice begging in the dark.
Please, more, please. Next she pleaded, her hands trapped in the
shirtsleeves, helpless.
She knew Charyn heard her, felt his cock harden further to give
her what she was begging for. He pulled his cock out and gave her
one hand back, pulling it through the shirtsleeve. She used it wisely,
stroking him for all she was worth. Uncrossing her legs, she wrapped
them around him. Stroking him between their bodies, she let him go,
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tissue paper between them, and she could feel him, thick and long,
scraping against her pussy with each hot pass the head gave her clit.
Moments later, Mak felt everything in her give way. Her head
tossed back, hair kissing her bared spine. Charyn clenched her hair
tight in one fist, forcing her to arch farther back. His mouth ate her
nipples, suckling gaping mouthfuls of the areola, a man seeking
sexual nourishment at the breast of his lover. Her peak was miles
long, and she screamed the whole journey. Charyn released her hair,
hands pulling her forward. He ground her pussy harder, forcing a
smaller peak on her. She whimpered, still sensitive from the last
climax. Her wet heat soaked his cock, and as he came, a long grunt
forced along with it. She opened her eyes, surprised to see the lights
were full again, bright as when they arrived. Looking around, she saw
curious eyes everywhere. In all directions couples peered through
curtains and unashamedly watched them. She ducked her head, unsure
what to say or think about the voyeurs and her place within them.
When they left Dojo, Maks legs were still like jelly and barely
worked enough so she could stand unaided. Charyn fastened her
clothes just enough to get the necessities barely covered. Her shirt
revealed a long strip of skin to mid chest, and he still carried her belt
in one large hand, the other held her at his side. If the shirttails didnt
reach her midthigh without the banding of the belt, all the watchers
would see the sex juices darkening the spandex fabric. Several
couples winked at them as they made a quick exit. Still mortified,
Mak was blushing red all over, and she could feel the heat washing
over her skin in waves. But not all was from the voyeurs at the club
embarrassing her. Some was because she liked, no, loved it.
Charyn was silent the entire ride, the SUV eating up I-40.
The silence, heavy, blanket-like, was rife with expectations. Mak
still wore her shirt, but between the missing buttons and ejaculations,
the item was no longer fit to wear. She carried Charyns seed on her
breasts, soaking her bra thoroughly. The tights were little better, her
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They arrived back in town when Charyn spoke. Makenzie, will

you come home with me tonight?
Mak didnt know what to say. She just didnt want to be one of
those bimbos he probably was used to, throwing him the drawers. On
the other hand, he was glorious, and she wanted all of him, now.
What do I do? She thought, confused and not knowing what
would be best. Do I let him take me, just tonight, no expectations? Or
do I hold out, maybe try to make this work? Go home to my lonely
bed or see where the night would lead with him?
I can see the emotions written on your face. The confusion
youre feeling combined with desire. How about a compromise? I
wont make love to you tonight, but I will touch you. Charyn just
looked at her, no pressure in his gaze for her choose one way or the
other.
The words heated her. There was no way could she have a repeat
of Dojo without raping him. Hell, she was there now. She was torn in
two. Half wanted to run away, with a metaphorical tail between her
legs, screaming. But the other half was pure vixen, pleading with her
to take it, whatever he could give her. She could take him, now
preferably. It wouldnt take much. Makenzie was hungry, had never
felt it so acutely. After a lifetime of water, she had her first taste of
wine, and needed more. She could feel him still, and the ghostly
sensations flashed her back to Dojo.
I dont know if thats possible. My body is screaming for you,
and I dont think I could be satisfied with anything less than your
cock tonight, she stated baldly, no artifice or ability to find any.
Thats what Im talking about, Makenzie. Ive never been so
starved for anyone before, either. However, I can satisfy you with less
than my cock tonight. I could use my hand, a toy, my tongue.
Whatever I choose, you would come until you passed out.
The stark, naked words made her hot, and she let her body decide
for her, closing her eyes. She nodded, and he made a U-turn headed
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Chapter 9:
Story of Big Os
Are you sure, Makenzie? Charyn asked. He didnt clarify, but
she knew what he was asking.
What if I said no? Makenzie wanted to toy with him. She never
had released her inner vixen, and Charyn was perfect to cut her teeth
on.
If that were the case, you would be at home right now. She saw
Charyn meant it.
Then why ask me?
I just wanted to be a gentleman as long as possible. Youre about
to see a side of me that I keep hidden for good reason.
Makenzie shivered and didnt open her mouth for the rest of the
drive, which was longer than she expected. Most likely, with her
mood even five more minutes was too much to wait.
Charyns house was by a local beach. About half an hour from
town proper, Ft. Fisher Beach was primarily used by local residents. It
wasnt a hotbed of activity but a place where runners could jog the
sandy beach without tripping over tourists in summer. His house was
fairly large, with a wide porch and huge windows, and fashioned from
bricks. There was some grass, but it was sparse and patchy in the
waning moonlight. He led her to the front door, opening it up, and
hefted her in his arms, carrying her inside.
Happy to be where she wanted to, the vixen inside her was silent
and let him carry her through the living room, just outside the foyer
door. The room was very masculine, though not black and chrome, as
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masks. The masks represented numerous tribes, fully covering the

fireplace wall. His flooring was marble through the space scattered
with Persian rugs. Most of the rugs dominant color was a dark green,
some a royal blue. As he settled her on his leather, brass-studded sofa,
she looked over the sidewall, filled with books. Many were
hardbacks, some even first-edition classics. Beside the large shelves
was a small table, wire-framed glasses propped up on top.
Everywhere she turned there was something else to see of interest.
This was a lived-in home, filled with things one acquired on trips,
some beautiful, others tourism tacky. A large conch shell and painted
large rock were next to a snow globe on the mantel. Another shelf
held a carved bone figure and its mate, a shot glass from Peru. He
strode back as she made her assessment, holding glasses of unknown
liquor on the rocks.
He handed her one, and said, Do you like the bat cave?
Mak laughed, awkwardness broken by his flippant statement.
Yes, its amazing. Masculine but homey, with an elegant twist.
Thanks, I did it myself. The house was a shambles when I bought
it, rotten wood, holes everywhere. Its taken the last five years to get
it to this point, and I still have a few projects to do.
Like what?
Well, the yard and the attic space are being converted into a
loft.
Wowser, can I see?
Sure, lemme take you on the nickel tour.
Standing, he left their glasses of liquor on the table. He took her
room by room through the house. He explained that the house was
built with six bedrooms, but now had four.
When I first closed the sale, my ex-fiance was going to be in
charge of the renovations, but we split up before the ground broke on
the first scheduled remodel. I really didnt know what I wanted, but
the house was unlivable at first, and I slept every night on the kitchen
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the lower-level bath. I had to be able to eat, and a bathroom is a musthave. So it went from there, a bedroom next, then the living room.
Then I worked on the patio space. Ill show you that at the end. It
turned out better than I planned.
Walking the layout of the house, Mak fell in love. The two
downstairs bedrooms were really designed with kids in mind. One
was a deep blue, fitted with a twin bed and dressers. The other was
purple, kitted out the same as the first. Walking the curved staircase,
she saw one small yellow bedroom, which was attached to the master
bedroom. This one she could see as a nursery, the size and location
making it perfect for that purpose. When she reached his room, she
tried to imagine it beforehand, but his personality and decor didnt
give her enough clues.
He opened the door. This is it, he said, waving her inside. The
bedroom was immense, taking up at least one-third of the square
footage on the second floor. It was set up similar to a studio
apartment. At the front of the space were a small couch, a television,
game systems, and movies. Further back, a bed almost spanned half
the wall. The colors were very neutral. The walls, a rich glossy color,
reminded her of peanut butter. The bed was draped in lush fabric,
white-on-white shantung duvet. The pillows were large, super soft, all
filled with goose down. They were kept in a similar palette, rich
earthy tones. There were plants here and there, bamboo in chunky
earthenware, a single bonsai tree on the bedside table. The wall at her
right was covered in ivy, streaming from a window box spanning the
floor. Behind the bed, the wall rose higher, a large bank of windows
overtaking the whole of the wall. When she saw the beauty of the
space, she was speechless. She could sleep in this room forever and
never get bored of it.
Everything about the space called to her, and she wanted nothing
more than to roll in the bed with him. She could smell the earth in the
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She asked about the windows to change the track her mind
traveled. What about hurricane season? That window isnt gonna
make it.
He replied, If you look closely, the windows are set on a chair
rail. The panes were installed independently of each other. This wall
has reinforced steel, through the drywall and between each pane. If I
pull the steel shutters down outside, all the windows are covered.
Thats pretty awesome. Had to cost a mint, though.
Not really, the house was a steal at a bit over a hundred thousand,
the repairs were mostly done by me, and so I only spent about the cost
of the house to do most of it.
Not bad at all. So, are we going to see the patio?
Yes we are, come on.
Headed downstairs, she grabbed her purse and texted Charli,
advising her of her whereabouts and dinner. Lord knows with the
weekend she had her friend would freak out when she didnt come
back. Then shed be loaded and hunting for bear.
Holding the whiskey glasses, Charyn held one out to Mak. She
accepted it, following behind him to the back door. When she walked
outside, the expanse greeted her. Welcomed her. The backyard led to
the surf, a small fence providing a sense of privacy. She was standing
on the back deck, the wind and moon calling her itchy hand. Mak
wished she could sketch everything around her in a panoramic view.
Damn it. She had no supplies whatsoever and now was desperate to
sketch the beach. Makenzie asked Charyn for a paper and pencil.
When he returned, there was a small set of stubs, the triangular tool
used to shade sketches. He handed her two pencils, both with perfect
sharp ends. He handed her a large pad last, smiling at her.
Mak grinned back, helpless to do anything else. She snatched up
the pencil and paper, squatting low. When she sat fully, she was posed
Indian-style, pad in her lap. She moved quickly, knowing she was at
the whim of the elements. The moon, ripe and full, contained muchneeded light. But the clouds, dark and puffy, could render the natural

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light useless in a finger-snap. The picture formed in patches as she

added more detail. When she touched up the shadow around the lone
seagull, she finished, hand cramping. She picked up the whiskey
glass, sipping the slightly watered-down liquor. It still had bite, and
the mellow warmth hit her all at once.
****
Charyn watched Makenzie sketching in the moonlight. She saw
the simple beauty of the scene, and he wanted her. The sea and sky
had no impact on him. Only she had that honor. He never thought to
find a woman that fit every part of him. Pieces that he didnt know
existed, let alone missed. Before Makenzie he was willing to settle for
a simple life with a woman that fit him on paper. After meeting her?
There was no way that a cardboard cutout of perfection would suit,
and nothing but the fire he felt with her would satisfy his urges. He
could see his life working well around her, how well she fit him. No
other person had ever had such a cataclysmic effect on him. Not even
Tamis betrayal affected him so strongly or came near to sullying his
longing for Makenzie. For some reason, the little minx could leave
him weak with laughter and wanting at the same time. No other eyes
appeared to him like hers, so expressive and full of life.
She set fire to his blood, beautiful and earthy, and he wanted her
to accept she felt the same. It had taken him years to get to this point,
and now that he found his complement, Charyn refused to let grass
grow beneath his feet. He knew he had to take it slow, let her hold the
reins a bit. He would let her set the pace, at first. Then he could reap
the rewards when he finally wore her down.
He watched her, eyes lidded low. The night darkened even as he
saw her sit upright from her hunched pose, stretching her arms
skyward. Picking up the glass, she downed the snifter in several deep
sips. He saw her hand was cramped and took the glass from her. Glass
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palm with his fingers, he rubbed the mound at the base of her thumb.
He heard her moan, the sound made from the tight muscles releasing.
When he was done, she kissed him, mouth closed. The kiss was
sweeter, more romantic than before. He loved the feel of her lips
pressed to his, moist and flavored of whiskey.
Taking her hand in his, they rose, gathering her sketch, supplies in
hand. Inside, he took her to the kitchen, asking her if she was hungry.
Yes, for you. He swallowed, and his nostrils flared wide from
her unabashed request.
Charyn watched the emotions playing in her unfocused gaze. He
wanted her attention on him, always on him. First, the belt banding
her waist was discarded. Then, he placed his hand on her cheek,
stroking south. Fingers trailed her neck, carried sloping to the
shoulder. When he reached the hem of her ruined shirt, he ripped the
blouse upwards, scattering the few buttons left from the episode at
Dojos. He saw her lick her lips, and he wanted to taste her mouth.
Unable to find a reason to deny the urge, he lifted her onto the kitchen
counter.
His mouth planted against Makenzies, tongue dueling hers back.
Her lips tasted of the sweet sweat a lover gives during sin, and he
wanted more. He wanted to see her, all of her. The tights were next,
tossed left. She was wearing panties, and he wanted to see her now
and needed no delays in his satisfaction. He grabbed the garments
offending him and pulled at each hip, ripping them off her body. The
motion was swift and savage, and Mak shrieked, jumping a foot off
the counter.
Charyn soothed her with gentle hands, though his words were not,
whispering, Dont wear these anymore. If I see them, theyll go the
way of this one.
Scraps in hand, he tied them around her wrists, just loose enough
to slip a finger in-between the bonds. Wrists bound, he forced Mak to
leave her needs in his hands. What good hands they were going to be
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She had no idea how much sensation an arm or leg held untapped
beneath the skin. His touches were feather light, and he left her
longing for a firmer touch. She was lost in the sensations assaulting
her.
Charyn knew Makenzie forgot to care she was nude, spread before
him, a feast of flesh. He finally gave her his mouth, hot, wet, sucking
every part of her. He suckled the skin by her ribs to make her giggle,
the underside of one breast, but not the other, to hear her groan. There
was ample time given to lick the underside of her arm and the back of
knees. When he leaned over her, she capitulated, begging him to
finish it, and her.
Please, CharynI cant take it.
****
Mak arched into the heat of his mouth, now teasing the crease of
her thigh. He spread her legs, hands washing down her pussy, folding
the lips back, exposing the oyster of her sex. He French-kissed her,
tongue fucking her. She jerked, keening noises falling from her lips.
He used his mouth, lips, tongue, teeth, even his after-hours shadow,
all playing a role in the height of her arousal. She fought her ties,
sodden panties trapping her wrists. Her legs spread wide, wishboned
on the kitchen counter. He speared her with two overlarge fingers,
plunging them deep. His hand cupped her breast, thumbing the nipple,
bringing her higher. She whimpered under his mouth, hands roaming
her.
Her skin buzzed with sensations she was too untried to understand
or speak of. Makenzie had never been in a state of rapture before.
Until Charyn had gotten his hands on her, the only thing she knew
was that the word rapture existed in the dictionary.
He didnt seem satisfied with her ready capitulation, and through
the mop of hair in her face she saw him bite his lower lip as if
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before the night was over. She certainly didnt want to waste time
unconscious for any of this experience.
Charyns efforts doubled and suddenly he was everywhere all at
once. His fingers plucked nipples and teased her wet pussy walls. She
couldnt hold back and squirmed over the countertop. Her ass
squeaked as she slid over the polished granite.
Be still. Dont make me give the first punishment already,
Makenzie.
I cant help it! Couldnt he see that? Makenzie was beyond
controlling her own actions. Charyns tongue split open her wet need
and polished her clit. He lifted his head from her undulating hips.
Yes, you can. For telling me that, youve just earned your first
punishment. No coming until I say so.
Please. Ive neverdone this before. She didnt mind begging
as long as she got what she wanted. His answering smile was smug
and possessive with her confession.
Good. Now you can see how a real man finishes his meal.
His tongue moved back into position and changed the rhythm she
danced to. He took pleasure in keeping her from orgasm. She could
hear it in the satisfied slurps he made at her labia when he cleaned her
weeping juices from the folds. She knew that she was nearly mad with
frustration and holding back her peak. Somehow Charyn could sense
the crucial moment where one correctly placed breath would send her
off like a rocket. At that moment he would stop, watching her gyrate
until she backed off the plateau. Once he returned to what he was
doing, he always gave one flat pass of tongue to gather her nectar
first. It reminded her of licking an ice-cream cone in summer, the way
he collected the juices coating her pussy. When he licked her dry, he
would make her wet all over again. One moment he would suck her
clit and the next flick the beaded nub in random patterns that left her
near tears with pent-up lust. This time, when he lifted his head
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Youre a good girl. Makenzie nodded. Yes she was. At this

point she was whatever he wanted. However he wanted.
You want me to make you come? She nodded so quickly,
Makenzie thought she probably looked like a bobblehead. But she
would give nearly anything to experience the explosion that he was
building inside her.
Makenzie was mistaken before and assumed she was a virtuoso,
but he had true mastery of her. He put all her self-taught knowledge to
shame. By the time he used one calloused index finger to stroke over
the hood of her clit, she was on fire. She came without a sound, no air
in her lungs to use her voice. The orgasm buckled her legs, seized her
spine rigid. The only part of her willing to operate was her hands,
bound extremities clutching at him greedily. She came down, gasping
for oxygen, his fingers lodged in her pussy. Thats what made him a
Master, and she began to understand what surrender meant. The
giving away of control, the total exchange of her will for his. Every
sensation was all for her complete satisfaction and ultimate pleasure
at the hands of an artisan.
****
Charyns cock was huge, larger than usual, due to his throbbing
arousal. The whispered confession of her lack of experience made
him even harder than he could remember in his life. No other man had
ever taken care of her the way he would. Whoever Makenzies last
lover was, it was his loss, and Charyns gain. A dumbass fool, wasting
a hot sopping pussy like hers. Her sex was juicy, a tasty fruit he
wanted to suck free of nectar for every meal. Breakfast, brunch,
lunch, dinner, and frequent midnight snacks. Reluctantly, he pulled
his mouth from her pussy, the entire bottom half of his face drenched
with her orgasms. Looking at the sight she made, he wanted more.
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He spent a moment in thought. What would he do next with the

wanton siren in his arms? Decision made on what would follow in her
education, he lifted her from the counter. The orgasm pooled beneath
her, dripping from her still as he pulled her in his arms. A splash of
her juices wet the shirt he still wore, wetting his belly, and a single
droplet hit the floor between his bared feet. The tiny plop of juices
was audible, and Makenzie lowered her burning-red face to his chest
at the sound. There was no pussy wetter than hers on earth, and
Charyn was impatient for the moment when his cock could sample the
juices firsthand.
He carried her upstairs, to his room, the place where he would
ravage her again. He promised her that they wouldnt have straight
sex tonight. But that didnt mean he wouldnt spread her open again,
and in fact he planned to make her come all night. When they reached
the door, she rubbed her head against his chest, weak motions
showing her to be replete. The massive bed awaited, and he wanted to
make her hair stand straight while they lay in it together.
He laid her on top the cover, and she spoke, the words hoarse,
Maybe you should get a towel or something. This is some really nice
bedding.
Charyn laughed. He was shocked she would come in huge puddles
on the kitchen counter and then hesitate to sully the bed. Its not
going to matter. Youre going to come so much tonight, the bedding
is going to get soaked anyway. You may as well just enjoy it, and
me.
Face aghast, Mak stuttered her retort back, More? But I just
dripped onto the floor of your kitchen. I dont know what more you
can do to me.
Youre going to find out.
That shut her up, left her lying in his bed, panting for him.
Wait here. Charyn walked away.
He used the moment to start a bath running and went back to
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with satisfaction that Maks quaking legs were unable to bear her
weight. Charyn picked up the soft weight of pure woman and sat her
in the steaming-hot, waiting water. The bath was huge, large enough
to hold four people with comfort and space to spare.
He saw her take note of her surroundings. First, he noticed her
attention went to the mirror facing the tub. It was gold framed and
showed the whole of the bath and occupant. Charyn saw her hair was
snarled, and he had nothing to offer her save his own brush. He was a
simple guy, and the longest he let his hair grow was a few inches. Not
enough to waste on a comb. She was able to improvise, and he
watched as she used her fingers in her hair, combing through the
mess. After getting rid of most of the tangles, she plaited it back away
from her face. Seeing a bottle of soft soap she sniffed it, and her eyes
said she was curious about the smell. The scent was his, a preferred
musk and sandalwood. She then poured a generous amount in the
water, bubbles frothing upon contact. Waving her arms and legs, she
splashed bubbles about.
For Charyn, the sight of her, wet and cavorting in the water, made
him ready to play with her. He stripped down, leaving his clothes on
the floor. When he climbed in the tub behind her, Makenzie lurched
forward, surprise written on her face. He smiled, and while fitting her
to him, turned on the tub jets with the flick of a wrist. Adding a bit
more hot water, he laid back, keeping her pinned against him.
Long moments later, he took a soft sponge lathered liberally with
the fragrant soap. He washed her, limb by limb. Arms and legs
covered in suds, he washed her back, pushing her forward to reach the
lowest part of her hips. Then he pulled her back to him, washing the
front of her body, sweeping strokes over her belly then chest. Still
soaked in soapy froth, he cradled her close, taking his fingers and
moving them lower.
Charyn spoke softly, the tone of his voice low, near a whisper in
volume. The words were soothing, yet stirring. He told her how
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peak excited him, how she moved him in every way possible.
Makenzie rested her head on his chest, eyes closed, letting his touch
show her how he felt. While she forgot about the mirror in front of
her, Charyn hadnt. He saw every reaction, live and in color. Her
reflection spoke volumes, as he watched her gnaw at her lower lip,
biting the already-chafed flesh.
****
Makenzie was more than burning with the torture his hands had
started with the sponge, and she wasnt sure if her body was ready to
go there again. His caresses were sending her mind and body separate
places, the water doing an ill job of soothing the flames burning her.
Her control was shot, and Makenzie was close to peaking harder than
she could take. She let him soothe her, knowing if she kept barreling
up the summit she would pass out. He allowed her to back off, his
hands still for the moment.
Once she was calm again, he brought her back, headed for the
same apex he brought her to several times before. The hands on her
never stilled, pleasuring her from the inside out. She was awash,
flames burning, and she felt goose bumps rapidly cover every inch of
her. The water was cooling quickly, and Charyn leaned back to run
more, filling the tub within inches of flooding over. She let him
position her, carefully scooting forward, his sparsely dusted chest
cupping her back. Now they faced the mirror dead-on.
The direct view provided by their reflections made the scene that
of voyeurs, and not just that of participants. The best part of the scene
in the glass was their faces. Watching her own rapture overtake her
was splendid, her mouth slack and eyes wide. Charyns posture
screamed dominant. Every exposed inch of skin was his playground,
and nothing was left sacrosanct under his hands. She saw every part
he stroked, and the double assault on her senses left her impatient to
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The liquid pressure engulfed the lips of her pussy, peeled wide open
to expose her already sensitive clit. She cried out, jerking away, then
back for more. His cock rested just beneath her cunt, and she knew
the only barrier Charyn had from taking her right now was the
strength of his word. She felt Charyn stroke his hard cock one-handed
along the supine curves of her spine. The other he used to keep her
spread and positioned in front the water jet. She kept attempting to
run, slinging her hips from side to side, the force of the water too
much to handle.
Makenzie was losing her mind, one function at a time. The water
stole her senses, Charyns hands stole her breath, and the last orgasm
her reason. The current orgasm being forced on her was taking her
sight, the world blurring out around her. When she came to, Charyn
was there, the only tether holding her to earth. He sat up and resumed
the bath, washing himself in quick scrubbing strokes. He finished, and
Mak was still elsewhere, mind lost in the afterglow. She leaned halfin, half-out of the tub. She knew that she needed to sit upright, but the
pleasure and whiskey did a number on her coordination, and her limp
muscles refused to contract. When she raised her head from the tub
edge, she saw him reflected behind her. All glorious male seated
behind her on his knees. He towered over her, a conquering Poseidon.
Makenzie wanted to touch him, yet she was a supplicant. She
ogled him, cock still rock hard, the head an angry purple plum. The
water god behind her stood, sluicing water, rivulets pooling back to
where they came from. He climbed out first, tying a bath sheet at the
hip. Then he tugged her out of the water, wrapping her in a robe
matching the bath sheet. Both were soft white cotton banded in a
green at the hem. The robes thick fibers siphoned the excess moisture
from her, quickly drying her skin. He sauntered the short distance to
the bed and sat her at the edge. To her right lay a crisp white large
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Charyn must have noticed the confused look on her face and
responded, Its for you to cover that luscious body. Otherwise Im
going to break my promise. We will sleep naked tonight, but until
then, you can wear this. He handed her the nearly fastened dress
shirt. Mak pulled on the shirt over her head, torn between refusing
him and the desire to please. She had to roll the cuffs several times,
and the shirt swallowed her whole. But beneath the garment she was
fully bare, and the sensation of being wholly covered yet exposed left
her panting.
****
Charyn, after seeing her wear his shirt, wished he left her naked.
The shirt turned her from Makenzie to his possession after she donned
it. Excited by the claim of possession the garment implied, he
unbuttoned the front, taking his time with each of the fastenings.
Makenzie had no idea how beautiful he found her. She was the
color of fresh bread and just as warm. Never in his life did he think to
meet someone like her. Hell, he didnt even know people like her
existed.
But I just put it on! Makenzie cried out, laughter underlying the
words.
Your master wishes it. His response was sparse and honest. I
had to see you again.
Charyn, Im right here.
Not almost naked.
You have no sense.
Not when it comes to you.
He pulled her closer to him, feet first. When she reached the edge,
he released her ankles. Kneeling, he pulled her close and held her. She
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He loved the fact she was so innocent. Not that she was a virgin,
but how she seemed surprised each time he made her come. As if she
had no idea how she ended up peaking, as if she didnt expect it.
Charyn was going to show her some of the finer points of
submission tonight. First, they were starting with a spanking. It
wouldnt take much for her to earn additional punishment. His lady
had sass in spades. Her mouth was a quick draw, but she would find
out that he held all the cards.
Makenzie
Thats my name, dont wear it out.
Are you ready to go to bed?
With you, yes.
I think you need to come first.
Really, isnt that a bit much? I already came at least three times
today.
Just three? Oh well, let me rectify that.
She licked her lips, and he could see she was contemplating what
a fourth, fifth, or tenth orgasm at his hands would feel like. He could
give her as many as she could stand. Maybe he could give her even
more than that, forcing her to peak until she broke down and used her
safe word.
Please, Charyn, I cant.
Are you using your safe word, Makenzie? Charyn saw the small
smile, and liked startling her.
No, I just
Just earned your first punishment.
I didnt do anything! Yes she did. If she wanted to flap her lips,
she needed to be prepared to have her ass spanked, Charyn thought.
Youre here and mine to do with as I wish. With that statement,
Charyn motioned her to stand. He sat down in her vacated spot at the
corner of the bed, placing her face down on his lap.
He methodically rolled her borrowed shirt above her waist, telling
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each as they are received. Dont think to come yet, either. She better
not. Charyn swore to himself if she came during her spanking he was
going to tie her hand and foot for the rest of the night.
Mute, she nodded.
His hands roamed her soft ass, stroking the entire fleshy mound as
if nothing were amiss. He rubbed her as if he wasnt going to smack
her round ass sore and purple. The shudders that vibrated over the
shivering skin made him smile. He was willing to bet money she
would come before he was done and earn more discipline at his
hands. That was just fine by him.
Something deep inside Charyn wanted to see her in bondage. Not
just by rope and chain, but bound by his will. She was a natural to
submission, a people pleaser. Makenzie needed someone to validate
she was a good girl, and he was the only man for the job.
****
Makenzie was impatiently waiting for the first strokes of her
punishment. She didnt know why she was so hard up for her
chastisement, but this man could do anything to her and she would let
him. Heck, she might even beg him for more of it. For some reason
she was needy for his attention. Anything goes, as long as he was the
one dishing it out.
Charyns first strike was firm, just a hint of bite licking at her
right cheek.
One. As she counted out, he gave her a second and third. Each
blow to her quivering ass heated her womb to clenching, and forced
her clit to toil over his firm thighs. The successive blows all increased
in strength, her taking each, her body arching into his hand, asking for
more.
By the eleventh, she begged him for the next, Pleaseplease.
Please what, Makenzie?
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You love this dont you?

Yes She did. No other experience in life came near to these
sensations.
Makenzie bowed her head. She was confused. She never enjoyed
being spanked as a child, not that she knew anyone who did. Or that
would admit it aloud. What was different now? The answer was
simple, him. He made even a normal experience novel and fresh.
Her toes were curled down and fists clenched trying to stave off
the impending peak. When she reached the final stroke, a tear trailed
her face and dripped to the covers below.
She may have been victorious in the war against her own body,
but she was so close she hurt. Makenzie was more than ready for all
of him and wished he never made the foolhardy promise to her. Shed
rather have him now and pay the piper later.
Charyn turned her to face him, cradling her in his arms. He stood,
going to the bathroom and back, small bottle in hand. The bottle
contained warming oil, which he used liberally on her abused
buttocks.
This oil will take some of the sting from your spanking. But you
will still feel it when you sit down. Thats the point of punishment.
Oh Makenzie was beyond speech.
Your skin takes beautifully to sensual pain.
UhThanks? her voice croaked. Although, I guess I will have
to take your word for it.
Trust me. You would make a stone man hard.
Now that she had her first real taste of sexual corruption,
Makenzie thought she could become addicted. She was strung out on
Charyn and hooked on numerous orgasms promoted by cunnilingus
and deviant x-rated penalties.
Makenzie wanted to curl up catlike in his lap so he could pet her
until she fell asleep. That alone let her know that she was getting in
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from him, and not yet. She had walked away from much in life, and
the thought of not feeling like this every night hurt even in theory.
She just didnt want to be that woman, had fought her whole life
to not need someone else to complete her. Makenzie had longings,
desires, and pent-up frustration just like any other woman. But that
didnt mean that she had to be a slave to them. Or debase herself for a
man, even though that is what she truly wanted. Makenzie saw herself
easily being his possession, toy, or shameless wanton, if it took that.
There were worse ways to spend her time than residing in orgasmic
bliss with him. Indeed.
Makenzie still felt his hands rub her sore bottom, kneading her
swollen flesh. She gratefully accepted the caresses. Ass sore, she felt
limp and slightly satisfied, even though she didnt come. It was
strange how fulfilled she felt. As if she served a necessary purpose.
The only thing she was lacking was the coup de grace. The finishing
touch of release sparking through her veins to cherry-top the sexual
sundae shed glutted on tonight.
****
The sight Makenzie presented him, with ass up, red, and
glistening with oil, made his cock harder than when he spanked her.
He wished he was inside her when he slapped her cheeks, so her
juices wouldnt have gone to waste and lubricated him to a
quicksilver orgasm.
At least he could eat her again, though, and retrieve some when
she came. Mind settled, Charyn rolled her over, stuffing her with two
greedy fingers, adding a third a moment later. He dove in, sucking,
opting to eat her whole. Showing how much of a connoisseur he
really was, he sucked her outer labia in his mouth.
Next, he split the ripe fruit of her sex with a pointed tongue. When
he reached her swollen cherry of a clit, his lips suctioned her, garbled
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words able to describe the need riding his lover. He opened his mouth
wide, licking her opening and his own hand, salted with her juices.
She begged him for more, so he took the hand stroking his cock and
added one more digit to her weeping pussy. The fourth finger sent her
so close to the peak, her body seized in an arch. He removed the
finger, and Makenzie whimpered.
He stroked the finger south, rubbing her perineum, and then
headed for the rosebud below. He pressed his finger against her, using
the contractions of her impending orgasm to expand her virgin anal
passage. He sank to the first knuckle and, as she pleaded for more,
sunk to the next. When he gave her the digits full length, she went
mad, screaming his name. He watched her, eyes on hers as she came.
His mouth sucked the cream from her, using his fingers to funnel her
nectar into his waiting lips.
Charyn saw Makenzie was flirting with unconsciousness. He
hoped that the pleasure he lavished on her wrung her soul into a wet,
shuddering heap. Her eyes were glazed, not to mention clouded and
unfocused. He was deaf. The only sound he heard was his heartbeat,
pounding through his chest.
Charyn. Her weak voice carried a tremor. He was still crouched
before her, face down in her pussy.
He lifted his head away, lips curled. Yes, Makenzie?
Her darting eyes and blushing skin cued Charyn to the fact that
she was nervous and barely could voice what she wanted to herself,
let alone aloud for him. Then Makenzie used one lank hand to motion
him next to her with the universal come here sign. Charyn crawled
up the sheets until he reached her lips. He cocked his ear by her
mouth, waiting patiently.
Charyn knew Makenzie wanted him, but he wanted her more. The
feast of pure pleasure hed served her broke through the hesitation and
made her whisper, Charyn, please, I need you.
His eyes heated, he asked, What do you need?
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When I asked you to come here, I gave my word and will not
break it. I will make sure you are fully pleased tonight. Ask after
sunrise, and Ill give you all of me. Every inch I have.
She moaned in response, a begging sound, and he stripped the
towel. Makenzie was ogling his shaft, so close to her lips, and he
found himself mesmerized by the pure lust in her eyes. He looked
down at his cock, granite hard and hanging low on its own weight.
Makenzie reached out and she grasped his hot pillar of flesh, teasing
him. He hissed, jerking away as if burned. His voice, even to his ear
husky and rumbling, vibrated against her auricle.
If you touch me, Ill take you. You stole what little control I had
over myself when you almost came during your spanking.
Youre killing me here, CharynPlease give me something.
Her complaint, valid as it may have been, was hard to speak of.
He looked at her hotly. Since you like to masturbate, I want to
watch you. Charyn was willing to bet dollars to doughnuts that she
would have him coming in three seconds. She was just that sensual
and open.
****
She was embarrassed, never having had someone watch her so
vulnerable and open. But this was Charyn, and she could deny him
nothing. She closed her eyes, picturing the scene at Dojo. Only this
time, in her minds eye, it would end differently. She touched her
breasts first, lingering on the nipples, beading at her touch. Moving
one hand south, she encountered her moist pussy. The lips parted with
a shift of her hips, the beaded juices slurping against her fingers. Mak
wanted to linger in sensual limbo, so she held back. She envisioned
riding Charyn, his cock filling her, gouging her to the depths. She
opened her eyes, staring at the object of her fantasies.
He was watching her, his eyes blazing. His hands were busy, one
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violent, and she wanted that violence used against her. The imaginary
Charyn switched his strokes within her to match the real version. She
came, so fast she didnt know it was happening until it was upon her.
Her eyes never left his, and she saw the effect she had on him. She
brought herself down with calming strokes over the outer lips of her
sex.
Charyn bit his lip, stroking harder. His nostrils flared, reminiscent
of a bull seeing red. She couldnt help but to stroke her beaded clit
again. He smiled, nodding his head, the motion asking her to
continue. She stroked feather light, so as not to offend the sensitive,
angry pearl. Her breath choppy, she climbed higher, and could see her
lover climbing, too. They breathed in concert, eyes watching, seeking.
His cock jerked, and Mak came first. Then Charyn came, spilling, a
close second. His cock spewed seed on her belly, up her chest, a
burning brand.
She let Charyn draw her close, intertwining their legs and arms.
He rubbed against her, chest to breast, his seed lubricating the friction
of skin on skin. Mak lay still, clinging to him, gasping for her next
breath. Charyns semi-hard cock nudged her thigh, bare inches from
her heat. He took her lips, the air leaving her in a heated gasp.
Rasping the head of him forward, he rubbed her pussy, Makenzie
writhing beneath him. She wailed, her body taking on a life on its
own.
Makenzie was crazed and knew she was unable to take any further
teasing. The head of his cock stroked her secrets, dripping wet. He
changed up the sensations to pull her from her plateau. Shunting his
hips back, cock dragging along the bedding beneath, he shifted
forward. The head of him butted her dark rosebud. He was pushing
her even farther, mouth at her neck, wet suckling. She cried out,
clenched the broad male shoulders above her, coming slowly. The
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Chapter 10:
Almost Doesnt Count
Makenzie woke up slowly by minute degrees. When she fully
woke, she was thirsty, mouth drier than the Mojave Desert. Looking
to the left, she saw a glass of something wet. It was purple? Her lips
cocked up, thinking of Charyns peculiar penchant for Kool-Aid. She
reached out, but it was just a bit too far away to touch. She rolled over
in a lazy motion, unsettling Charyns hand, still cupped around her
breast. She took the room-temperature glass, chugging the contents,
her thirst only partially sated.
Makenzie went to the bathroom, using the commode. Only when
she finished did she notice that she was clean, none of Charyns seed
on her chest or belly. Her shirt had been re-fastened. She smiled and,
walking to the sink to wash her hands, saw a fresh toothbrush still in
the package. She brushed her teeth and washed her face clean, now
fully waking.
As she made her way to the bed, she remembered Charyns
promise last night. Did she want him? The answer was a resounding
yes. She had no hesitation to fuck him, but she knew it was more than
that. It may start with them fucking, but would end with her making
love with her heart and soul. That was the crux of her problem, but
those facts werent enough to stop her from giving in to him.
The real question lay in whether she could be bold enough when
not in the heat of passion to request it. She lay down, looking at the
clock. It was nearly eight a.m., and she wasnt sure how to proceed.
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her, no words needed to say what was on his mind. He was waiting,
for her.
Makenzie pressed her mouth to his nose, a small kiss. He grinned
softly, his lips curled. Taking advantage, she touched the spot she
kissed. He rolled them both over, sheets tangled around them, a
cocoon. She raised her hips, rolling to meet his. He just looked at her,
seeking the answer. She desired him and opened her mouth, only able
to voice one word. Yes.
He fitted himself below, nudging her pussy. When he cocked his
hips back, she groaned. Ready to take him, she rocked her hips,
enticing him. He smiled, glad to give her what she wordlessly sought.
He thrust against her, not making entry, just increasing the pressure
against the well mouth of her pussy. Makenzie found herself thrusting
awkwardly toward his hips, forcing the head of his member to prop
her open for entry. She swiveled, the head nudging her wider then
entering her with a stretching pop. One or both of them groaned, but
she couldnt be sure, she felt so gone on him. He stopped there, not
taking her any further.
Makenzie? She looked at him, knowing the expression was only
half as confused as she felt. Be sure this is what you want. That I am
what you want. Because when I take you, Im not letting you go.
Good god, Charyn, just fuck me.
Smiling, he wrapped his hands around her waist, ready to pull her
onto him fully.
Makenzie forced her eyes away from Charyns. His gaze locked
on hers, more intense than she was ready for. Already he had her nose
more than wide open. Lord only knew what would happen once she
knew what it was like to be truly fucked by him. Turning her vision
from her cage of rippled skin and taut muscle toward the door, she
thought she was dreaming. In the open doorway, a man stood, one
burnished blonde brow cocked. She screamed out, the sound
shattering her quiet lovers nest. Charyn craned his neck, peering in
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but looking at the male in the doorway, she saw marked similarities.
The main differences were in the blond hair, shaggy and wind tossed,
and the eyes. Charyns stare was always peculiar and too deep, even
while the depths reminded her of mossy stones and rich earth. The
mystery mans was harsh, almost steely, even as the laugh lines
softened the severity around them.
Charyn spoke, the deep tone harsh, grating. What the hell do you
want, Deven?
Deven spoke, voice mocking, Oh, the same thing we do every
Monday morning. Carpool to the office.
Charyn grinned and laughed, slapping the bedding before
replying. Give me twenty minutes, and Ill be downstairs. Make
yourself useful and make a pot of coffee.
Charyn looked at Mak, who was still mortified to be caught in her
birthday suit by a stranger, and kissed her. Groaning, he told her, I
was just so caught up in you and didnt even think about work. He
walked to the bathroom, tugging her to follow him. He sat her on the
counter, brushing his teeth. When he was done, he grabbed a set of
khaki trousers and a green sweater from the walk-in closet.
Quickly pulling on the clothes, he offered her two options. Either
you can take the car inside my garage and go home, or you can stay
here and Ill come back by one.
Makenzie thought briefly, knowing she didnt want to lay up
today as there was too much to do. Im going to take your car. Today
I should go ahead and contact my insurance company and the job so I
can get short-term disability set up. Not to mention I need to pick up
my rental car, too.
I have a spare car. You are welcome to use it.
I know, but I may as well use the rental, since its paid for.
She tugged on her tights, which Charyn was kind enough to wash
the night before.
When she made her way downstairs, she saw a cup of steaming
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crack in hand and walked to Charyn seated on the deck. The former
mystery man, Deven, was seated across from him. She walked to him,
hand held out for keys. He handed them to her and then formally
introduced her to his brother.
Deven, meet me outside. He took her hand, headed for the
garage. When they walked inside, she saw the car within. Her mouth
dropped open, drooling a bit.
Oh my god, you have a Barracuda! Youre actually going to let
me drive her? I knew you were crazy, but this means you are majorly
loco. You know you met me after a car accident, right?
He laughed at her, the sound hearty and full. Yes, I do happen to
recall that.
Can I take the Hummer instead? This car is showroom quality,
a collectors dream, and I would be terrified to get a scratch on it.
Youll take this one. Deven rode his bike, so we have to take my
car to work. The cuda has GPS in the console, satellite radio, and
push-button start. He showed her the key pad. As a theft precaution,
the remote would start the car, but to go in gear, she had to insert the
key. If she didnt, the car would cut off. After setting the navigation
system for her home, he handed her a toasted blueberry bagel and
kissed her. Ill call you later. When you need to pick up your rental
car, call me. With that, he left, walking out the garage door.
****
When he climbed in the truck, Deven looked at him, smirking. He
knew his brother was smug, but Charyn found he didnt care in the
least. The best thing since sliced bread had wandered into his life, and
his brother wasnt going to spoil the feelings he just developed for the
exotic beauty.
This is the man who is never late. She must be something
special, especially since you never bring a woman to your house. You
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though. She is incredibly beautiful. Her breasts are the most perfect
Ds Ive seen. And Ive seen a few.
You better pretend you never saw them. It didnt matter, or so
Charyn tried to tell himself. But even knowing Makenzie wasnt
looking at his brother helped little to cool his hot head from saying the
words. If either of his brothers wanted to test his resolve to keep her,
they would find themselves disappointed and beat up.
Duly noted, brother. Tell me about my soon to be sisterin-law.
Shes a fantastic artist. Im thinking about asking her to sell us
some of her paintings for the office.
Really, havent had an artist before. She sounded passionate. Her
names Makenzie?
Yeah.
Fits her, sort of a spunky name for a spicy lady. Is she a great
fuck? There was the brother he knew and loved, obnoxious to a tee,
Charyn thought.
We havent yet.
I dont believe you. It looked like you were doing a good
impression not an hour ago.
You walked in on us. That would have been the first time.
Damn it. So close, yet so far away. He could still feel her wet and
hungry for cock beneath him, swaddled in both his embrace and a
clutch of blankets.
Oh, damn, sorry about that. Charyn could see he didnt feel
sorry for him, not one bit. But it didnt matter, he would still have his
way with her tonight, when he taught her the meaning of hunger and
need.
It will be fine. I need to take my time with her, anyway. Shes
skittish, like the horses mom likes to take in hand.
Does she have any sisters?
Nope, but she has a best friend with a hair trigger.
Mmm, I like the sound of that. Whats her name?
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How did you meet her? Ive never heard you speak about her, so
she must be a recent find.
I met her on Friday. She was T-boned in car accident and pinned
against a tree. Thats why I lent her the cuda. She had things to do
today.
Makes sense, I only saw your car when I pulled up. So how did
that translate to today?
The way she looked at me, she saw everything, down to the last
detail. When she looked in my eyes, it took my breath away. Even
with her car crumpled around her, she only saw me. I have never
before gotten hard from a single look.
Sounds deep. Hope you know what youre doing. I cant imagine
fucking the same woman every night.
You should try it. You might like it. Even the healthy samples
of pussy hed had when eating Makenzie were better than some
straight sex hed had with other women.
When they reached their offices downtown, they both headed in
opposite directions toward their offices. Charyn was in a hurry. He
wanted back in Maks arms. He was ready to take her tonight. If it
were up to him, it would have been this morning. More than likely all
day and night, just to make sure she was a hundred percent satisfied.
He needed and wanted to glut himself in her until neither of them
could take another orgasm. His cock hard once again, he gritted his
teeth, working on last quarters Excel spreadsheet for the meeting
later in the morning.
****
After her harrowing morning, Makenzie was ready for the
mountain of paperwork to be done and over with. She was at her
laptop clicking away several hours later when the doorbell rang. She
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When she unlocked and opened the door wide, her best friend stood
there waiting for her, hip cocked, grin on her face.
Did you give that sexy man some of your cookies yet, boo?
Charli asked, her smile splitting her face wide.
Come on, Ill give you the skinny. Charli sauntered in, beautiful
as always, a vision in a cream silk jumpsuit.
Love that romper, girl. Where you get that?
My French connection sent it.
Hmm, I want one, just not ecru. I couldnt keep it clean.
Aiight will do, boo, but dont change the subject. Makenzie
could hear in Charlis voice that she wasnt going to let her best friend
get away with less than full disclosure. Especially about something
this juicy, and like it or not, she had to dish.
Okay, you got me. Let me submit this to the short-term folks.
Leaning over the sleeping laptop and its rainbow screensaver, she
woke the computer and sent the online forms off with a few
keystrokes. Makenzie closed the laptop and set it aside for the dish
session with her best friend. Charli pulled a blunt out of thin air,
rolled Jamaican style, complete with long baseball-bat end. She lit the
soapstone oil burner nearest her, burning the blunts end when she
finished. They passed the smoke back and forth before Charli started
in with her inquisition.
So? Charli asked, a prompt to begin.
Makenzie told her everything, starting with Dojo. Charlis
eyebrows rose, looking as if her curiosity was piqued. But she kept
silent, not wanting to miss any of the unfolding tale. Mak told her
how he asked her to come home and about his promise to her. Charli
groaned, disgusted that Mak still didnt get any. But Charli perked up
when she described the numerous orgasms Charyn gave her last night.
Charli, ears burning red, asked, So did you get him this
morning?
Makenzies response left Charlis eyes bugging. Almost, we got
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watching usGirl, he had me so gone, we almost got down with no

boxing gloves at the match.
No way! Girl, quit playing. No glove, no love. Make sure you
carry some next time. You dont want baby-daddy drama or diseases
Ajax wont scrub off.Hold on, back up the busHe walked in on
you and watched?
Yep, I had just got some of the dick, and when I looked up, there
he was. Actually, it was erotic, but he looked like Charyn. Too
much.
Charli demanded, Describe.
Mak told her about his build, similar to Charyns, the only major
difference being height. How his eyes were a steely blue, icy and
penetrating.
She could tell Charli liked what she heard. Even though she never
went for white guys, Makenzie had a feelingDeven sounded like he
would be up her alley as a diversion. Especially if he worked it like
his brother could. It had been awhile since Charli had a lover, and her
needs had been long denied, whether she admitted it or not.
After hearing the rest of the story, Charli chortled. Damn, I feel
sorry for you. A sexy man and all of the dick in the world and still
cant get none.
Mak smacked her with a rolled-up magazine. Be like that, but
when I get it, itll be better than Enrique. Bet money on that. The
reference to Charlis last almost-lover left the pair in tears, nearly
weak with laughter. Enrique was a genuinely nice guy, but his dick
was the size of a two-year-old boys.
No way am I wasting pussy miles on that! Charli exclaimed.
Wanna drink?
Nodding yes, Mak was gasping, sides hurting. Charli carried back
two bottles of water, condensation frosting the plastic. They drank the
bottles down, cool water quenching cottonmouth.
When they finished their gossiping, Charli asked, Do you want
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Nah, Charyns going to do it.

Aiight, Im going to go do my hair. See ya later, doll.
Exchanging hugs, Charli left, closing the door behind her.
It was nearly one thirty, so she opted to call it a day. Not wanting
to waste the light, she started Charyns picture, the sketch from the
other morning used to map the painting. The general aspects of the
painting would only take a few hours or so to fill in. The hard part
would be Charyn himself. The look in his eyes would be difficult to
master. There was twinkle in his expression, slightly wicked, that
would be hard to tweak to perfection, so she would come back and
detail that phase in. The hard part for today would be patience, the
waiting until she finished it. She hated her half-done works with a
passion. Until completed, a painting always seemed to mock her.
Walking away from the fumes of oil paint and turpentine, she
grabbed her phone. She was ready to call Charyn but didnt know his
number. Looking in the phone, she saw he programmed it in. Happy,
she pressed send, hoping to hear his voice. It rang once, and he
answered, This is Moreland.
Mak chuckled. So that is how you answer the phoneI dont
know if I will call back, seeing as you dont sound happy to hear from
me.
You know I always want to talk to you. She could hear the
smile in his voice.
I would hope so, considering you almost stuffed me with dick
this morning.
An amused tone in his voice, his response was, Almost doesnt
count, you know.
Yes it does. You had your tongue in my pudding.
He barked a rough laugh. When do you need me to come by?
Hmmm, sounds like a loaded question.
Its loaded, all right.
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Im in a meeting. Give me half an hour, okay?

Thats fine. What kind of meetings do you have where you can
just have random conversations in the middle?
You can interrupt anytime. These guys know what they are
doing. We just like to pretend were a formal company.
Chuckling, they hung up.
Makenzie was in the shower, washing herself at light speed.
Jumping out, she slathered on moisturizer everywhere but her face.
Slipping on pink boy shorts and matching bra, she opted for a
broomstick skirt in a chocolate hue. She tossed on a peasant shirt,
cream and embroidered at the neck in greens and gold thread. Putting
on chunky bracelets and earrings in wood, she slipped on a pair of
espadrille sandals. Her makeup was simple, a dust of mineral powder
to remove shine and eye shadow, a sweep of gold and dark-brown
eyeliner. Lip gloss was last, and she applied ChapStick first to ensure
her lips were soft.
Just as soon as she finished, the doorbell rang. Of course it was
Charyn, with one addition. Deven. He smirked slightly, shaking her
hand. She was a polite hostess, offering food and drink, as any good
southern girl learned at birth. They both were happy to eat,
considering Charyn refused lunch hour to get finished with the
meeting faster. She served the quiche Charli left behind, with Devens
lip smacking showing how much he appreciated the good meal. Mak
took her phone and texted Charli, telling her how much the food was
enjoyed. Charlis text back was a code of slang and shorthand, the gist
being she was coming over.
Makenzie looked at Deven. She said she will take her thanks in
person.
Deven replied, Cant wait to meet her. He smiled wickedly, and
Mak knew she was about to see fireworks. Too bad they were going
to be in the middle of her living room.
By the time Mak cleared the table off, Charli was there, knocking
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Charyn to let her friend in, but Deven beat him to the punch. The door
opened and Charli sauntered in, still fab in the same cream jumpsuit.
This time, she paired the jumper with a gold-toned sandal atop fiveinch heels. The look was fully accessorized at the wrists, ears, and
throat with hammered gold plate.
Makenzie could see the sparks flying off the pair on sight, and
hoped no one got hurt. The pair of them superficially appeared to be
opposites, but underneath she thought they approached life nearly the
same. Charli took a fly-by-the-seat approach to life, and the only
school she attended was for hard knocks. But she had contingencies
for every endeavor she went on. Her decision-making process was
just unusually fast. Charli was the type to make her mind up before
most knew what they were facing.
From what Charyn told her during the late-night spades game,
Deven loved taking chances, but calculated all probabilities first. But
once he tallied up the risks, he didnt care if the cards were stacked
against him. He was happy to take suicidal risks, as long as he knew
what he was facing. He had attended several notable colleges, and had
a PhD in some computer science. Both loved sex, but hated
relationships. Both were smarter than people would perceive based on
their appearances.
Charli was underestimated for several reasons. She was beautiful,
black, and female. She presented herself as a hood debutante,
beautiful but not brainy, and most never understood her or her quick
wit. Most seeing Deven would underestimate him, also. Considering
he presented himself as a surfer bum to the world, with the way he
casually treated life, most never saw the real man beneath. A lover of
extreme sports, he tried anything from BMX bikes to parasailing, the
textbook quintessential adrenaline junkie.
When Makenzie pulled back from her woolgathering, she heard
snippets of bickering. The pair of them spat volleys, arguing currently
about the merits of yolks and whites in baking. Of all the things to
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She attempted to diffuse the argument, reminding them she

needed to pick up her rental. They fussed out the door anyway, and
when the party of four reached the drive, they split up. Charyn tugged
her toward the cuda, leaving Charli and Deven to follow in the
Hummer.
She drove at Charyns request, as he was very interested to see
how she handled the car on open road. Complying, she took the tiny
loop on the ramp to the highway, even though it wasnt needed to go
across town. Switching into a higher gear, she pushed the engine,
becoming a black blur headed for Highway 74. She hit the exit for
Leland and whipped back in the other direction. The horses rumbled,
revealing a land-bound jet in hiding. When they looped past the
battle-station memorial, she slowed down. This was a favored hiding
spot for state troopers, and she didnt want to lose her license for
reckless driving.
Mak sighed, loving the engines feel purring around her, under
her. Taking a right, she rode MLK Boulevard back to the middle of
town. When they reached Market Street, she pulled into the rental
company lot. The side trip took only an extra seven minutes, due to
the powerful machinery and her quick handling. She looked at
Charyn, who was grinning from ear to ear, his wide smile making her
responding one loose and giddy. He leaned toward her, looking at the
glossy shine of her ripe mouth. She chewed the lip slightly, prompting
him.
You dont know how good you look. Sex incarnate, makes me
want to take you right here.
Mak was lost, didnt know where he was coming from, and she
said as much. Charyn, as much as I love what you just said, it made
not a lick of damn sense.
He laughed at that. Yes, you do. He took her hand, moving it to
the front of his pants, the right leg bulged over with his erection. You
feel that? Thats from watching you drive. I hope you fuck me the
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His words stole her breath, her tongue. She didnt know what to
say. Mak put her foot in her mouth with her response. Ill try.
Youre that innocent, arent you? You dont have to try to be
seductive, Makenzie. Thats the beauty of it. You are sensual, and
everything you do screams it.
Flabbergasted, she went mute. Eyes wide, she put her hand on the
door, thinking to climb out.
He clasped her arm, preventing her escape. You dont get to walk
away now, you know that right? Before this morning, you got that
choice. But you gave me control, and now you have to try to make
this work. Us work.
Isnt that my line? Maks tone was dry, her words rhetorical.
Nope. Your line is, youre right, Charyn. We have to make it
work for the sake of the children. His voice was a high falsetto,
mocking feminine tones.
Makenzie was laughing before she knew it, squeaking,
Children?
Yep, like the ones we would have made this morning, had Dev
not walked in. You got saved by the bell.
Im on the shot, Charyn, to help with my monthlies. I didnt
think you would remember that. It was really early in the morning. I
just thought we would use them next time. So
It wouldnt matter? Makenzie Stafford-Johns. That was the only
time my cock has touched a pussy naked. Im not going to forget
that.
Never? Not even after a frat-boy kegger? Even the morning after,
early when youre both half asleep?
Nope. Didnt like keggers much. No woman has ever slept at my
house overnight, just my mom and you.
But youre so experienced. I would have thought
That I take chances with my life? Im not really that type of man.
I leave the daredevil antics to Dev. But make no mistakes, Makenzie.
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Wow, Ive only had one lover.

Just one? I knew it wasnt many, but one?
Yep, and we barely were together. Maybe once a month for the
year we were together. She felt her face flare up with heat, a hint
around the cheeks and neck.
His eyes seeking hers, Charyn tilted her chin, brushing her lips
with his. She parted her mouth, tasting his lower lip. Backing away,
she touched his lips with two fingers. He licked the digits, sucking
finger pads, just enough to sear the taste of her on his tongue. She
grunted at him, jerking the fingers back.
The phone rang out in a Coltrane ringtone, breaking the silence. It
was Charyns, coming from the HTC at his hip. His greeting was
brusque, voice barking at the device, Moreland.
It was Deven, sitting in the SUV next to them. Charyn put the
phone on speaker, looking at Mak with a half-grin on his lips.
Dang, you are a horny little bastard. Deven and Charli were
laughing, sounds pealing in the close confines of the console.
You know, my parents were married when they spawned me.
Charyn pointed at himself.
Blast it, youre right. Deven again.
Makenzies not going to use the rental. Charyn made the choice
for her, never asking.
Okay, so whats next then?
Want your bike?
Yeah. Be nice to get out of your guzzler. Its almost on E now.
Deven slapped his knees.
Youre a damn liar, I just filled it this morning. He gave his
brother a rude gesture, to which they both chuckled.
Okay, okay, so what if it runs on vegetable oil? But we dont all
have to ride back. I can leave the Hummer in the garage. Makenzie
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A shuffling over the mouthpiece let them know the phone

changed hands. Charli said, Imma see you later, Dev is going to take
me for a spin on his bike. Keep me posted.
The phone hung up, and Mak pulled hers out, dialing the rental
company as she backed out. She cancelled the reservation and drove
away.
Where to?
How about the movies? We didnt get to see one last night,
Charyn offered.
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Chapter 11:
Run Rabbit Run
Makenzie loved the movies, and this trip was no exception.
Charyn bought the tickets from his phone app, and they walked in
with no wait. They bought too much popcorn, drinks that were big
enough to send them to the bathroom midway, and several boxes of
sour gummies. After getting seats in the far back corner, they
arranged the snacks, using her large bag to weigh the extra seat down.
Im glad your bag weighs a ton. Otherwise wed have to sit with
this food in our laps.
Makenzie scoffed, Stop bad-mouthing my bag, it saved your
lap.
He snickered in response. The theater was practically empty, but
there were pockets of people in singles and doubles, seated willynilly. He took her hand, rubbing her fingers as the movie started. His
thumb was always busy, stroking the clasp of their fingers, her wrists,
and the delicate center of her palm. The movie was a comedy, and
they both found many jokes mutually laughable. By the end, they both
ate and drank too much and took their leave once the room lit back
up.
Walking out hand in hand, they split up, each going to their
respective bathroom. When Makenzie finished, she walked out,
looking at the door of the mens room. She heard a racial epithet, the
tone scathing and slurred to the left of her. When she looked over, she
saw two trashy men looking at her, one even rude enough to point in
her direction. Both appeared to be drunk, had to be lushes,
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smack the smirks off the rednecks faces. Before she could give either
of them a piece of her mind, a firm hand clasped her upper arm.
****
Charyn saw the look on her face when he exited the bathroom and
knew something was wrong. Makenzies beautiful eyes were squinty,
anger written on her face and in her stance. He strode over, fists
clenched. He jumped in front of her, looking at the pair of losers, the
racist bullies sagging when they saw him towering over them both.
They backed up, no words needed. He spoke to them so they would
never think to speak to a woman, especially his, that way again. If
you see me again, youd better run before I see you. They did just
that, scurrying away just as the rats they were.
He watched Makenzie walk away in a huff, angry and ready to
punch someone or somethings lights out. She strode out the door
muttering angry retorts, cursing under her breath, leaving him to run
after her. Others patrons had heard her, and Charyn saw how they
looked nervously around as she stomped past.
The feminine espadrilles sounded like clogs, her steps were so
heavy. Charyn was practically chasing her across the lot, and her legs
moved twice for each step he took. When she reached the cuda, she
climbed in, putting the car in gear. Charyn barely made it in the car
before she started pulling back from the space. He strapped his
seatbelt, and she did the same. He could see she needed to burn the
anger off, and he would help her.
He gave her directions to a backwater town near Person County,
where the majority of occupants were animals and they outnumbered
humans a hundred to one. She pushed the engine hard, gas pedal
touching the floorboard. She hit a hundred, and the car growled,
hungry for more gas, and she gave it, holding the pedal steady. When
the car broke one twenty, she eased the gas off and coasted to a more
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middle of nowhere, car canted sideways in the road. She looked at

Charyn, a glint in her eye telling him she was ready.
Ready for him, and all that it may mean. Smiling, she jumped out
of the car, cocking her brow at him through the windshield. He
stepped out, crossing in front of her. They hopped in, Charyn now in
the drivers seat. He spun a one-eighty in the road, tires screaming on
the black top. He shifted gear, and the car purred. The transitions
through each gear were so seamless, the car never so much as
coughed during his up or down shifts. He made the forty-minute drive
in eighteen minutes, two minutes less than the time it took Mak going
there. When they got to Wilmington, he asked, My place or yours?
Surprise me.
When they pulled in her driveway, he opened the door for her.
We are staying at my house. But I brought you home to get some
things you may need overnight.
Why your place?
Less people to hear you scream tonight. Unless you want Charli
to hear you come all night.
Im not that loud, dang.
Yes you are. Id have to gag you every night if we lived in the
city.
Mak gulped audibly. Every night? Dunno about that, maybe once
a week?
I bet youre wet right now. I know my cock is hard, and it
happens at least once a day. If I get it up, your job is to get it down.
You are dumb as a box of rocks.
But I really like your box, Makenzie. Charyn placed emphasis
on the word box, and Mak shivered.
He couldnt wait. She had no idea what he was going to do to her,
with her, tonight. Charyn found himself pacing the length of the
hallway, waiting for her to pack. If he were with Tami still, just
putting together one outfit would take an hour. Even that would be
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Makenzie seemed to be simpler with her attire. She really didnt

need or use all of the things that Tami put so much stock in. During
one weekend trip to visit his mom, she carried eight jars of facial
cream. What in the world is someone going to do with that much face
goop? Charyn thought ruefully, shaking his head at the old memory.
****
Makenzie watched Charyn pace in circles, and the motions
appeared impatient. But it was even sexier seeing him in motion. The
view from the back was as good as the front, and, if pressed to choose
a side, she had no idea which was better. Makenzie shook her head as
she pulled down a small overnight bag, adding two pair of panties.
One said Tuesday and the other said Your name here. Two wifebeater shirts, a pair of socks, a pair of rainbow plaid shorts, jeans, and
a lone pair of Birkenstock slides. She took her facial soap and small
makeup bag. Grabbing her scarf and some hair cream, she was ready
to go.
She enjoyed the brief drive, the CD player working Coltranes
greatest hits. She felt mellow, and by the time they arrived, she was
almost done for. Her eyes drooped, the prior nights short rest
catching up to her. Charyn carried her inside, Mak proclaiming the
whole walk that she wasnt sleepy. But somehow, in the midst of
being laid down, before she could open her mouth, she was in the
arms of Morpheus.
Her dreams were hot, leaving her sweating in bed. Makenzie
kicked at the covers surrounding her, needing air. In the vision she
could see every detail, down to the small scar he had on his knee.
They were the entertainment at Dojo, all eyes on them. She was
spread-eagled on a chaise lounge, Charyn kneeling over her, while the
voyeurs dined on the meal for the night, a mango chutney crostini
served with jasmine rice and a stewed goat curry. The lesson was in
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and she was open for all to see. She knew the blush that heated her
face covered her body. She turned her head, the watched becoming
the voyeur.
In her dream, she submitted to Charyn, and all seeing them knew
she was mastered. Knew that she was bested at the universal, primal
game they portrayed. She begged for the first stroke of tongue, ready
to be taken. He spread her nether lips, licked her in one hot pass,
collecting nectar on each taste bud as he went. He loved the taste of
her, and based on her pealing cries of pleasure from his enthusiasm,
all watching knew it. She cried out, needing more. He gave it to her
under the gaze of the watchful eyes, sucking her clit in his mouth. She
was pleading with him now, the watchers pulled under the spell with
her. Makenzie saw almost all of the diners were in varied states of
sexual congress.
The few who were not in the midst of coitus had finished and now
watched from their different states of undress. A panting and replete
couple of lesbians were naked and, seated to the left of her tent, leered
at her. Another couple only bared the essentials, a spent semi-hard
cock, pussy, breasts. Their nights entertainment was an aphrodisiac, a
Spanish fly, potent and drugging. The atmosphere absorbed it, as did
all within the walls. She felt him move slightly, forearms now pinning
her thighs open, a butterfly captured by the wings. She cried out,
vulnerable, needy. He dove in, face planted firmly between her thighs.
She was crying, unseeing, speared with tongue. He was sucking her
dripping pussy, tongue funneling her honey into his waiting mouth.
In her dreams he spoke to her, his words heating her further.
Your pussy tastes so good, Makenzie. The first thing Charyn said
to her.
I cant wait to fuck you. His next words were spoken from
between her wet thighs.
No part of her was left untouched or unmoved by his sensual
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lubricate his fingers, and the digits made their way south, circling her
anus. They probed at her and she screamed, needy for more.
Would you let me take you there? His question was rhetorical, and
Makenzie didnt respond to his query at first. But the pleasure from
his fingers spearing her anal cavity required an acknowledgement,
and she gave it.
Yes! Anything you want, take it! Makenzie screamed, and she was
in a state of rapture, too far gone to be embarrassed by her own dark
longings and desires.
****
In the real world, Makenzie tossed and turned, the fitted sheet
barely hanging to the oversize bed. Charyn watched her for a moment,
attempting to will away his hard cock as he went downstairs, turning
on the small side-table lamp. He picked up his earpiece and dialed
Deven.
Whadda you want, brother? Deven asked, half asleep.
You fucked her friend in my living room.
Damn youre good.
I have eyes, numb nuts. You left ass and handprints on my door.
If I plan on washing ass, it had better be mine or something mine. Be
here by eight and clean my door, will ya? Charyn requested drily.
Okay, okay, gotcha, eight a.m. to wash ass door. Is that it?
Yeah, and by the way, how was it?
Damn close to the best Ive ever had. Throw a wild cat in the
river, and shes what you would get. Deven chuckled. Put me to
sleep. Later.
He disconnected the line and locked the house up. Strolling to the
bedroom, he stripped naked, clothes flung into the waiting hamper.
The bed was a mass of crumpled sheets and scrunched up blankets
with Makenzie now resting peacefully in the midst of chaos. He
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breast. The other cupped her pussy, her only modesty thin pink lace.
He drifted into slumber, dreaming.
In Charyns dream, Makenzie was seated on his cock at Dojo, and
everyone watched them. He fucked her without mercy, no pity. He
took her so hard that in real life he would have broken her pelvis. She
begged for more, whimpering. He gave it to her, throwing every
ounce of himself into her pussy. She was screaming, all the patrons
leering. He didnt see anyone but her, and the vision of his cock
emerging with each stroke from her juicy pussy. It felt so good, so
real, Charyn awoke still cupping her mound, and the strength of his
grip had two fingers breaking the lace crotch to lodge in the wet heat
of her sex.
Charyn could hear his fingers slurping as he started flexing his
thick digits inside her. He could tell by the rocking of her hips that she
wanted more, sensed the pleasure half-waking her. He laid still and
waited to see her reaction to his nocturnal invasion. As she drifted
back to consciousness, she looked over at him. Charyn kept himself
tranquil enough to make Makenzie think he was still sleeping. Mak
touched herself, fingers tapping her clit counter to her hips rocking.
She came on his hand, a gentle orgasm. When he heard and felt her
coming, Charyn groaned her name. Pleased with the sound her name
made on his lips, she smiled and lay back, replete in the dark of night.
Charyn enjoyed Makenzies stolen orgasm taken from his fingers.
He loved watching her come, the power fueling his ego. He had told
himself to wait, just long enough to make her comfortable with him,
them. But her silent splendor made him jealous, and he wanted all of
her now.
Deciding to take the upper hand, he whispered into the pitch
black, So you decided not to wait for me again?
She groaned, whispering back, Why do you always catch me
playing with myself? Makes me feel like a perv.
Thats because youre perfect for me. Any woman strong enough
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responded, voice a rasp on the silken sheets. Mak stared in the

distance, even the darkness unable to hide her longing for him.
Charyn used the sopping fingers inside Makenzie to stroke her
sensitive G-spot, hooking the digits forward and watching her shudder
in his clasp and cry out once more, near coming for him again.
God knows, she was made for him.
****
She felt naked, and not just physically. At least if it were just
about clothes, all her misgivings could be brushed off. He saw too
deeply inside her, left no place to hide. No mask that she could wear
would conceal her now. But they were too different. It wasnt a blackand-white thing, although that would be the obvious reason. That
difference just underscored the real ones.
Their whole lives were polar opposites. He was born with a silver
spoon, while she grew up a single block from the bad side of the
railroad tracks. He was a big fish in an ocean-sized pond, and she was
a guppy in the beta-sized fishbowl. He wasoutside of her sphere.
There was no way in the world they were able to be equals in a
relationship.
She couldnt keep up, and she would spend the entirety of their
liaison being educated by him. But what did she bring to the table?
Nothing. Anything she could give him he could get with or without
her in ways she had never heard of and didnt know existed. A good
meal could be bought. A beautiful woman for the night to play his
games with was likely free for a man like him. Unless he preferred to
pay for it, and she doubted that was his style. Even her paintings
could be bought. For a man who probably cut his teeth on fine art
created by masters, anything she fashioned wasnt probably worth
what he spent on toilet paper each month.
Conversely, she knew he would defend her from any and
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He was gentle, even at the moments that she could sense his control
was shot. For those reasons, she would rather take these hours before
dawn with him than eternity with another.
Mind made up, Mak looked at him, willing to give everything to
him for one night only. Charyn spoke first, as if he knew what was on
her mind. Come here. Youre too far away.
Im right beside you, Mak responded, looking away.
Uh-uh, you can hide from anyone, anyone but me.
I knowits just hard to share so much with someone. Ive been
alone most of my adult life. Im not used to this, and you came out of
nowhere.
Yep, kind of blindsided, but you know we fit.
Yes. Maks single word spoke volumes.
I can give you time, Mak, just give us time.
Mak didnt want to wait for him. She had soul-searched enough.
Now was the time for action. She touched Charyn, just his face,
sweeping the jaw line. He skimmed hers in response, his caresses
gentler than hers, as if she were fine bone china. It made her ache
somewhere in her chest, deeper than her heart. It made her nervous, as
if shed never had sex. She was unable to look at him, the pangs
telling her she was falling for him. In too deep, for a man she barely
knew. Makenzie knew that this was the only night she could have
with him, or she was going to break her own heart in two.
It was Tuesday morning, and as good a day as any to fall in love.
Charyn pulled her closer, skin to skin, every part touching its mate.
She took a deep breath, air scented with him, sandalwood and spice.
He scented her back, long inhalations that gave her goose bumps.
He whispered in her ear, This time is just you and me, no props,
just us. Makenzie and Charyn.
She nodded, knowing that they would only have this moment. She
refused to be like her mother, whose existence was so tied to her
husband she nearly wasted away when he grew tired of the burden of
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become a shadow of herself over the years, just going through the
motions. Her mother lost weight and grew pale, and as an adult she
now understood her parent was depressed at the time. But for the
child she was, the day her father walked away was the moment that
made her as she was today. The single instance taught her to never
fall head over heels. That wrinkle in time showed her not to trust the
male sex. If she gave him anything more, she would be lost, no longer
herself.
She was already sprung and willing to do anything with him, for
him. If one scorching night of almost-sex was enough to leave her
feeling like this, what would a single month feel like? Or even a year?
She couldnt give him enough time to bring her to the point of
becoming her mother. When he walked away, she would be just
another woman attempting to survive being broken by the man of her
dreams.
The end of their relationship would render her unable to return to
her former life and whatever small comfort she could dredge from her
lonely bed. Even if her life was not perfect, she had learned to make
do and find a sense of peace and tranquility within herself.
He would tire of her eventually. Life had taught her all men did.
****
Charyn saw she was pensive. With any other person that
ordinarily wouldnt be a problem, but with Makenzie anything was
possible. Her face showed the battle she fought within, reflected how
torn she was. He knew he was the reason for the internal conflict, but
he just couldnt bring himself to let her walk away from him even
though he knew it would make her life easier or simpler. True, he was
being selfish, but she was worth any confrontation or facing any
opponent.
He had spent numerous years alone, and meeting her made each
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couldnt explain it. She set him on fire without effort and magically
made his life brighter with her spunk and zest for life. The
opportunity to have the perfect woman for him had presented itself,
and he was not a man to let grass grow beneath his feet.
Charyn kissed her, tongue searing her lips. His hands roamed,
sliding over her skin. He touched her wherever he pleased, taking
control of her pleasure effortlessly.
Makenzie, youre so soft, baby. No other woman felt like this.
Supple and strong, able to take all he had to offer without him
coaxing or prodding for more.
Her sighs and moans were his road map over her body. He wanted
to know her every reaction to his touch, wanted every sensation he
gave to intensify her pleasure. He regretfully pulled his lips from hers,
wanting to taste the skin he was feeling with his hands. The calloused
finger pads passed over every inch of her not plastered against him.
He heard her breath change when he latched on her breast,
sucking the whole areola and surrounding flesh in his mouth. He laid
his head on her chest, suckling, tugging, then tasting the wrinkles of
her nipple. He heard her heartbeat, so fast his own stuttered. Leaving
the ripe mound, he slid down, tasting her thighs and knees. Charyn
heard her whimper, knowing she was close. He wanted to hold her
back, so he licked the crease of thigh and hip. Sucking the skin there,
he left a mark, could feel its heat. She cried out, needing him.
Makenzie was blubbering, random pleas falling from her lips.
Charyn was hard-pressed not to come, as if he had never touched a
woman. Truthfully, he never had. Every liaison he ever had was
sordid and impersonal compared to this. He never touched a woman
with intent to bind her to him forever. He wanted the others to walk
away satisfied, but didnt give a damn about them and barely
remembered half their names.
He couldnt even remember his last lovers face well enough to
pick her from a lineup. Charyn rose up on his forearms, looking at the
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her body to him on a platter, but withholding something more

important. The emotions she hid from him now, he never wanted or
needed from any other woman. He was going to take them and her.
Charyn heard her curse him and knew she was on the brink of
being unable to deal with any more of his sensual torture. He knew
she was so close she could taste the next orgasm on her tongue.
Exactly right where he wanted her. He smiled. He scooted closer to
her, dragging his chest over her belly, her breasts as he blanketed her
sensitized flesh. His mouth nuzzled hers, opening her lips with firm
pressure and pointed tongue. She sucked the tip of the invader,
caressing it with her own.
Shit, Charynplease Makenzie apparently wasnt too proud
to beg for him.
Please what, Makenzie? Please you? Fuck youor make love to
you?
Oh God! I dont careanything you want.
Charyn couldnt help the smug look he knew was on his face.
God, he adored this woman. Good girl, my Makenzie.
Oooh The cry from her lips trailed into a choked gasp.
He felt her belly constrict with arousal against his, and Charyn
nipped her neck, leaving rapidly fading teeth marks in his place. He
wasnt expecting the nip he received in return on his extended arm,
but he should have. Damn vixen. She was in for a hell of a ride
tonight. If she walked away from his bed in the morning without aid,
it was because he had mercy on her tonight. He didnt feel merciful
though. Not one bit.
Charyn groaned and thrust his hips against hers. His cock, thick,
heavy, was nudging her portal. She wanted it now, and shuttled her
hips against it, attempting to help him gain entry. He cocked a brow at
her and took over. Splaying his knees wide, he forced her thighs open,
gaping, wishboned. He pressed her opening gently, the head propping
her weeping pussy open. Using finesse, he stroked her, giving an inch.
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her needy movements. She was circling her hips, the most his
clutching arms would permit, as Charyn took control of her lower
body with an implacable grip.
She cursed him again, wanting more, and he gave her another inch
then took it back. After he seated half his cock, she was impaled, and
he was left to wonder how she would take the rest of him. Charyn
knew his hunger was more than she could take. But she asked for it,
in fact was begging for it. Hot and rock hard, he speared her with
more, leaving just a few inches to go. Squirming, Makenzie keened
out, the sound ringing in the quiet. He told her how good she felt, how
irresistible.
Give it to me! she screamed at him, and his cock seemed to
engorge further. The few inches he could see remaining outside her
were darker and thicker than normal.
So demanding. He licked his lips and backed his cock away
from her clinging pussy. Only the head was left to linger inside her
snatching wet grip, and Makenzie began to rock vainly for more.
She was ready for more, all of him. He gave it to her, one savage
thrust seating him fully.
Ahhh! she screamed out and couldnt hold back.
She was coming, and his cock was being suffocated, almost
ripping what little control Charyn had to his name. He rocked his hips
to the staccato rhythm provided by her seizing muscles. His eyes
widened as he heard her keen, the peak never dropping off, just
raising her higher, to another.
****
She clasped his arms, arching against him deeply as he slid his
hands and arms under her. Makenzie held on to her sanity, just barely,
as Charyns thick ten inches dug deeper. She felt her cervix bow to
his cockhead as he clenched her shoulders from underneath her. He
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screaming, the sound nearly one of bloody murder. Makenzie wailed

over and over again, stuttered sounds testimony to the intensity of her
climax.
He spoke, the words low and harsh due to his gritted teeth.
Youre screaming already, love it. MmmI havent even done
anything good to you yet Charyns voice trailed off as he looked
her in the eye, and Makenzie could only guess what she looked like at
the moment. Not that it mattered. He resumed the punishing pace of
his strokes, and her pussy fluttered against the stiff intrusion. His eyes
closed and re-opened. Thats it, baby, I love to watch you come.
Give me more of that honey.
If this wasnt good, Makenzie didnt know what was. There was
no way that she could keep from exploding.
She gave it, sugared walls spurting juices, freshly squeezed for
him. His expression showed he was going to give in to her
manipulating walls and come. It seemed in that moment Charyn let go
of the reins of control and threw himself into her, hitting every spot
hidden within. The violence of the strokes he smacked her with were
close to bruising. He punished her with her own need, and she loved
it. She wanted him, every drop of seed he could plant in her soil,
fertile or not. Her hands clenched his back, nails biting him. When he
came, the groan sounded painful, a man on fire.
He looked at her, their chests heaving in concert. Both were damp
from head to toe. Beads of sweat coated skin, sexual dew. His
forehead was pressed to hers, and she lifted her lips to his. Their kiss
was sweet, devoid of the fire and heat from moments ago. He rolled
over, bringing her on top, still embedded inside her, his semihard-on
trapping their sexual cocktail inside her. He laughed, and she smiled
back.
Gotta love the wet spot, he said, deadpan.
Her core was still fluttering, his cock still throbbing while she
limply lay there. What could be said in this moment that her eyes
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Makenzie was the first to look away, almost pulled under by his
intense gaze. She was spent, and the only sensation left was the cool
air drifting over heated flesh, drying exposed limbs. Mak closed her
eyes, rested her head. She had never imagined sex could be so good,
so intense. Being intimate with him made her feel like her soul left
her body, like she was flying high then crashing back to her body in
an instantaneous conflagration of searing madness. It was insanity,
that feeling of rapture and begging need. Makenzie had never felt that
much in her life. As if every emotion sparked alive with his touch.
Charyn stroked her back, calloused palms rasping over her skin.
She felt like his possession, and in this moment didnt mind being
owned. In fact, she reveled in the knowledge of his ownership. It let
her not be responsible for anything but experiencing sensation. Not be
culpable for her debasement, or the glory she found in her senses. She
was responsible for nothing but breath, and that was nearly beyond
her at the moment. Each time she inhaled, the intake was shallow and
nowhere near enough air to keep her alive. As they lay there, his
hands never stopped moving, touching, and kneading over the damp
curves of her spine. Her hair had half come free of its braided state,
and the strands tickled her face.
Her throat was too scratchy for comfort from her hollering, and
her mouth parched from continuous panting. Makenzie turned her
face into the crook of his neck, soaking wet and scented of him. She
took her sandpaper-dry tongue and licked the beads of water from his
skin. His cock jerked inside her once and she heard him groan. The
sample of his sweat tamped back her thirst and salted her lips.
She lay pillowed on top of his hard frame, shuddering and silent.
If onlyShe could have him every night for the rest of her natural
life. Damn. Charyn dicked her down meticulously, and she actually
thought in terms of the rest of her life. What the hell had she gotten
herself into?
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Charyn couldnt sleep, just caressed the skin of his lover the rest
of the night. Over and over, he stroked her, mapping her by feel, the
way the blind did. He felt the kinky texture of her hair, the satin of her
skin, the way the texture changed at her elbows. He learned every
inch he could reach in the moonlight, held her another hour until just
before dawn.
When the pinks of dawn came from the ocean, he reluctantly left
her. His cock had grown hard during his exploration of her, and left
her tight channel with a pop and gush of seed. He wanted her to wake
to the most beautiful day he could give her, so he ran a hot bath.
Opening the bathroom windows wide, he let in fresh air, scented with
sea and salt. He added Epsom salt to soothe her and bubbles to please
her.
Padding naked downstairs, Charyn put together a simple
breakfast, fresh fruit and bagels, coffee. He put everything on a tray
and set it out by the tub. Walking back to her, he pulled her close and
hefted her in his arms. She stirred and looked at him, eyes glazed over
from orgasms and sleep. Makenzie smiled at him, and he smiled back,
stepping into the Jacuzzi tub with her. She shuddered, not getting the
opportunity to acclimate herself to the heat beforehand. They sank
into the clouds of foam, so dense, bubbles slipped over the edge and
hit the floor. Charyn cradled her in his arms, and she was hardpressed to remember her own name.
He fed her a few bites of banana, then a wedge of mango. She
returned the favor, feeding him bites of bagel she spread with cream
cheese. He turned her around to face him and, probing, seated her on
his cock. She bowed her back and her breasts made an offering. He
disabused her of that notion, saying, I just needed to feel you around
me. Eat.
Charyn then supplied her a few bites of bagel, followed by kiwi.
When the meal was finished, he took one mug filled with coffee,
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himself when she waved the mug away. After finishing the warm
beverage, the mug was placed back on the tray. Taking a large yellow
sponge, he lathered her, arms, legs, back, chest. She did the same,
learning him. The sponge crumpled between them as she moved in,
kissing him, tempting him into action. He rocked his cock inside her,
and she responded, swiveling her hips back. Each motion answered
the other, going back and forth, each stroke sweet and slow.
Soon their passions needed more, and Charyn pulled the plug out
of the water. He stood, Maks legs folded around his hips. He turned
on the water, shower spray raining around them. Then he trapped her
against the nearest wall, with her back wedged in the corner. He took
her right there, the steam blanket smothering them. The smells of sex
folded around them, drifting from the open window. He drilled her,
cock bent on conquering her, and he tried to soften the blows. But he
was helpless, mindless, his cock in her wet, clinging sheath the only
thing that existed.
He growled as she came, bit her neck, a lion claiming his mate.
She was crying, the tears mingling and disappearing with the spray.
He took her further, tugging her arms overhead, pinning them with
one of his. The other was occupied, holding her around the seat her
buttocks made. He sucked her lip, the salty tears altering her sweet
taste. She came again, the gasp one of surprise, and cried out,
Charyn! Maks head drooped, and she bit him, right where his
shoulder met the thick cords of neck.
It made him angry, her teeth clenching one of the few spots
guaranteed to make him come. He didnt want to yet, and, desperate,
he stopped rocking his hips. But stopping didnt help, as he was too
far gone. Letting go was a foregone conclusion, and he did what
nature dictated, cursing.
Fuck! Makenzie, baby, yes, baby His hips refused to stop
rocking hers even after she siphoned every drop of semen he had to
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They didnt move until the shower, unable to put out any more
warm water, iced down on them. Giggling, they both ran to the
bedroom, water flying. The pair dabbed at each other with towels, and
Charyn looked at the clock. Damn. It was eight ten, and he needed to
get dressed. Reluctantly, he kissed her, wishing he didnt have to go
in, but he already had two non-negotiable meetings this morning. One
was with a Japanese firm, and due to the time difference, it needed to
start by nine. He told this to Makenzie as he dressed in brown
corduroy slacks, loafers, and cream cable-knit sweater. Charyn didnt
want the morning to end. If anything, he desired to hole up with her
somewhere quiet and listen to her scream while he drilled her pussy to
dust.
****
Makenzie had decided what she was doing with the rest of her
day. When she got the hell out of Dodge, she was going to pack for a
few days and go home to her mother. Hopefully, by then she could
gain enough time to heal her heart and gain perspective. She tried to
be nonchalant, but it was too difficult with him in her face.
In the bathroom, standing at his side as they both used the mirror
felt intimate and natural. Almost as if this moment was how it was
supposed to be. As he dressed, she did the same, pulling on a wife
beater and plaid pants, eschewing a bra. Sliding on the Birkenstocks,
she struggled to pick her hair, tangled as it was. Adding a hefty
portion of pink lotion, she brushed a ponytail, braiding the puff back,
and pinned it down.
She covertly watched Charyn pull on his boxer briefs from the
corner of her eye. Even soft, his cock was the size of a battering ram,
and she was amazed he was able to get her rarely used pussy to accept
his extra-large shaft so easily. His foreplay was on the money,
preparing her well. Though she was slightly sore and sensitive,
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morning. The only pain she felt was inside her heart, which she knew
now belonged to the man next to her. The man was a lethal
combination of masculinity and sexuality, and she wished that the
night wasnt at an end. There was so much more she wanted to try
with him. Things she dreamed of when sleeping, and fantasized about
when pleasing her body solo. But the morning had arrived, regardless
of what she wanted.
She had seized enough of the day. It was time to return to the real
world and her life. As is, her reluctance to let him go showed her it
was time to bail.
When she took more than a cursory glance in the mirror Charyn
was staring at her. The look was so intense and lustful it made her
want to change her mind about her plans for today. He didnt move,
just watched her like she belonged to him lock, stock, and barrel. It
was rude to ogle someone like he was. Better yet, it should be illegal
to wield the soul-penetrating glare he used on her. It made her think
he saw through her nonchalant air. As is, she was trying hard to feign
self-assurance she didnt feel at the moment.
Every second that passed, Makenzie felt herself drawn in by him.
His heated gaze wasnt diluted one iota by the mirror translating it.
She felt hunted and, to quell her nervous nature, busied herself with
nothing, and packing the makeup bag gave her something to do. Aside
from look at him, that is.
What? She pretended that she didnt know why he was staring
at her so hard, like she was the last drop of water on earth and he was
dying of thirst.
I cant look at you now? His face was a study of contrasts, hot
eyes, quirked lips, and questioning brows.
Not like that, you cant. She was working on walking away, not
climbing back in bed with the Master.
Like what, Makenzie? His face was smug, and he had to know
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She couldnt help baiting him the same way he did her. Like you
are the big bad wolf and Makenzie is whats for dinner.
Charyn chucked and replied, I would love to eat you right now.
He kissed her lips, and she found herself drinking in his scent
lustily. The kiss was long enough to slip her a teasing tongue, which
parried hers once, no, twice. He sauntered away, and she couldnt
help drinking her fill of his ass, firm and slightly full. Charyn had a
quarterbacks ass on a defensive linebackers body. A deadly mix of
perfection and sin wrapped up in one fine specimen of the male sex.
What the hell was wrong with her? She was walking away, and half
the women in America would slap her for even thinking of it.
Im coming home after lunch, will you be here?
Mak thought long about what to say. She didnt want to outright
lie to the man. She kept it simple, only saying, Nah, Im gonna go
home. He didnt need to know what that really meant.
All right, Ill call you later. Want to have me for lunch? His
eyes sparkled and smiled.
NoI think imma eat some real food, she sputtered back.
Makenzie knew he could see that she was nervous, and her
attitude didnt help any. She was fidgeting, biting her lip, playing with
the hem of her beater tank.
She hoped he didnt know it, but the Tuesday boy shorts were
already wet. She knew she was crazy to think of running. Any other
woman would hold him close until he tired of her. But she would
rather leave now, on a good note. Better that than the alternative, to
have her heart and soul broken later. She had given him parts of
herself that she couldnt get back, true, but he had given her more
than he ever took. No one had ever watched her at work, and only a
privileged few saw the finished results. Even fewer could claim
ownership.
He was the only muse she ever had.
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Charyn didnt want to let her go, but he had to get the jump on the
Yakima merger so his youngest brother Marques could get his part of
the negotiations finished in Japan. He asked Deven to meet him at the
Hummer, even as he walked towards the door. Before leaving, he
stopped in the doorway, gaze penetrating her, seeing what she was
trying desperately to hide.
Charyn could see the fear and longing for him in her eyes and
knew she was going to run from him. Flee from their fledgling
relationship. But he would let her, and enjoy catching her. He had the
element of surprise on his side. She didnt know he knew. So he
smiled, enjoying the last taste he would get of her, for now. Walking
outside, he watched her backside swish, tick-tocking. Her gait was
hampered slightly, and he could see a bruise on her shoulder.
Remembering how he gave her the injured skin in the shower, back
pinned to the wall, made him shudder. He was a large man and had
never let go with anyone that way, giving them all of him, all the
strength he was used to holding back. When she left he watched her
back the cuda down the driveway, hitting the horses hard, car leaping
away.
Run, little rabbit, run, Charyn thought to himself as he climbed in
the Hummer.
Spit it out. Charyn knew Deven had something to say about his
new lover but didnt know how. If it were him, he wouldnt know
how to say the simple truth that was plain to see.
You know shes gonna run, right? Apparently Deven was going
for the direct approach today. He must not have had enough coffee
this morning. Charyn would have thought he would ask how she was
in bed first.
Yep, cant wait to catch her. He couldnt. She didnt know it
yet, but he already knew what she was going to do. His Makenzie was
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You are a plumb country fool. Was she that good? Theres the
Deven he knew and loved, Charyn thought.
Better. Words couldnt describe her clinging wet pussy and
fierce sensuality. She was all his, from the hair on her head to the tips
of her delicate feet.
Damn. Great enough to let her run in your Barracuda? Thats
close to a quarter-million-dollars worth of car. Id hope you would get
more out of it than one weekend.
I will. By the time its done, Makenzie will know who she
belongs to. She already did. Thats why she was running scared.
They made the rest of the drive to work in silence. The Hummer
flew as Charyn handled the huge vehicle with ease, speeding and
snapping in and out of morning traffic. Deven was thoughtful the
whole way, and appeared like he was worried about his brothers
sanity. Charyn was pensive for a different reason. He was mapping
out her flight from him, which could go one of two ways. Either A)
she would leave with the cuda, making it a piece of cake to find her
with GPS, or B) she would duck out with the rental car, making it just
a hair tougher to find her.
Charyn was guessing, but if she left town, she would most likely
go to her mom. Their bond was close, parent and child by birth,
friends by choice. He was fairly sure of the timeline she would leave
with, too. She should be home now. In thirty, maybe forty-five
minutes she would be on the road. She should be in Charlotte in three
hours, three and half in traffic, pushing the Hemi. He could have the
troopers on the lookout for her with a call. He could ask them to
watch her, but not to issue her any tickets. He didnt want to spook
her until she arrived.
Charyn also had several ways he could approach her running from
him. Not sure of which was best, he drove on autopilot. No matter
what path he took, all ended with her punishment. After which she
would never run again. When they parked, he waited for Makenzie to
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arrived in the meeting room at eight fifty-five. Just quick enough to

brief the other team members before the conference call.
The meeting was started on time and ended before scheduled.
Sending a text to Dev, he told Marge he was gone for the week and to
farm the rest of his workload out. Her response was as expected.
So she ran from ya, hon? Makes senseYou were on her like
white on rice. Probably scared the shit outta her. Same thing I did to
Sal before we got married. When you catch her, better show her
whos boss. Or shell run you ragged. She still may either way. She
looks the type.
He laughed, the twinkle returning to his eyes.
Marge smiled back, and Charyn realized he was happier than ever
before, even with Tami.

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Chapter 12:
Make Me
Makenzies day started as planned. She sped home, breaking the
sound barrier with hefty rumbling of the Hemi. She cried most of the
way, tears stopping only when the car did. When she arrived, she
called the car company and requested a pick up. It would cost her a
few bucks, but she wanted to get on the road, ASAP. She knew
Charyn would be looking for her at lunchtime, and she wanted to be
gone by then.
She would leave the cuda here, keys with Charli. When he came
by, then she could give him the keys so he could take it home.
Packing enough clothes for a week, she crammed the duffel bag shut.
She took the small makeup bag from last night. Grabbing her oil
paints, brushes, and the like, she touched the work from the weekend
of Charyn. Seeing the preliminary coating was dry, she packed it
carefully, wrapping it in Saran Wrap and parchment first. Taking
everything to the front door, she washed her face and unplugged the
major appliances except the fridge. Calling Charli, she put the keys to
her borrowed car in an envelope with Charyns name on it. She
moved her bags and painting outside, locking the door behind her.
Charli ducked out her door, face questioning.
What happened? Oh my god, look at that hickey! You gave him
some? Had to, youve got a bruise on your back.
Nothing happened, Charli, Im just going to see mom, thats all.
Tell the truth and shame the devil, Mak.
Fine, you want the truth? He blew my back out. Im not woman
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The words were slightly bitter to Makenzies ear, and she saw her
friend wince.
Bullshit! If you werent woman enough, you wouldnt have got
the dick at all.
I think I love him, Mak said, voice small, trembling.
Charlis face showed her pity. Oh, boo, Im sorry. Dont you
think he cares about you? Or could grow to love you?
No, Im a small fish in a small pond. Hes a big fish in a big
pond.
That doesnt matter. You are wonderful, just as you are, and
given time, he may care for you. I know you didnt want to fall head
over heels, but even I would give my eyeteeth for a man like that.
I just want to feel equal to the man Im with. It feels so onesided, I could never catch up. When he realizes that I have nothing
else to offer, hes going to leave me. Better now, when I have a
chance at being okay with it in time. Later, I dont think thats
possible. I dont want to be broken beyond repair, unable to share
myself.
Mak, why do you feel so bad about yourself? You have much to
offer, not the things he does, true. But what you bring to table, his
money cant buy. Seeing her face, Charli hugged her tightly, asking,
What am I supposed to tell him?
Most likely we will have already spoken. Just give him the keys,
Charli.
All right, I hope you figure out what youre doing.
I already did. The plan, remember?
Before Charli could respond, the rental driver pulled up, tooting
the horn. They carried her bags out, hugging one last time.
When Mak left town a quick thirty minutes later, she was
obnoxiously bumping the speakers to reggae music. The small car, a
Ford, was squeaky clean and barely used. Only thirty-five miles on
her, and the engine had spunk. She pushed the engine, hard, hitting
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South Boulevard, headed for her moms. Parking in the driveway,

Mak walked up the stone path. Before she hit the porch, her mom
bounced out, all hugs and kisses.
When they walked inside, her mom helped with her bags. In the
kitchen, her mom made tea, her usual favorite, chamomile. Mak opted
for Chai Spice, wanting something stronger. She debated what she
should say about her visit, hasty as it was. Taking a wait-and-see
approach, she sipped in silence. Her mom just watched. When she
was done, her mom said, Now I will hopefully find out what the
something is.
Makenzie told her everything, just carefully edited some of the
steamier parts. Her mom had a glint in her eye that told her she knew
there was a little more to the tale than she alluded to, her only
comment, You gave him your cookies, didnt you? I can see, you
know. That hickey didnt show up on its own. And dont tell me that
you ran into the vacuum, cause I wouldnt believe it. If I was your
age, I would have given in the first night.
Mom smacked her knees laughing, bent over. He was sexy, and
his eyes were all over you. So thats why you ran?
Basically. Her mom must have ESP, as she hit the way she felt
on the head.
Hmm, musta rocked your world to have you run all the way
here. Looking hard in her eyes, her mom broke down the truth.
Look, Makenzie, youre a woman now. If you want him, take him.
Real women dont go running in the night. Girls do, and I aint raised
none of them.
Im scared, mom. I just dont want to lose myself.
Like I did with your father?
Nodding her head, Makenzie acknowledged the truth. Yes, I
dont want to feel the way you did when dad left you. I heard you
crying at night. I heard you pace the floor, not eating. I saw all of it
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meet a nice guy, maybe have babies. You dont need great passion for
that, mom.
Her mom looked stricken, and Makenzie regretted telling the truth
so baldly.
Youre right, Makenzie, but like the lotto, you cant win if you
dont play. Im not saying that hes the only spark youll find. There
could be others, but they will be few and far between, and your own
choices may keep you from meeting them. You werent raised to be
afraid. Life is too inconsistent for that. Things can change in the blink
of an eye. Dont ever be afraid to take life by the horns. Shoot, if you
have to live with your choices, good and bad, may as well go for what
makes you happy.
Mak shook her head, understanding now.
With that said, how do you feel about him? her mom asked.
I think Im in love, Mak said, the only tear she hadnt wept
rolling its way down her face.
Aww, baby, its gonna be okay. Theres nothing wrong with
that. Her mom rubbed her back, kneeling next to her chair.
Mom! You cant tell me its all right to fall in love upon sight!
Mak laughed.
Yes I can. Thats what should happen in an ideal world. The
person most perfect for you should ring a bell or two when you meet
em. The thing is, its in the gut. Most dont listen to theirs. They hear
their mind more than their body, but you have to be evenly yoked.
God made people to hear him. Its called instinct. Just listen to him,
Makenzie, he never steers you wrong.
Makenzie knew her mom dropped some major knowledge on her.
She sat there silent, thinking.
Her mom had one other thing to say. Regardless, youre here,
and we are gonna have a blast.
The phone rang, breaking the spell. The time had come. She
answered, Hello?
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Yeah, its at my place. Charlis got the keys.

I hope you know this is not gonna work. When I see you, youre
in big trouble.
Mak decided it was easier to play stupid. I dunno what youre
talking about.
Yes you do.
With that said, Charyn hung up the phone. Mak didnt know what
to do. She couldnt run forever. She had to go home sometime. But
she did need the time she allotted for herself just to figure out what
she wanted. After twenty-four hours with no sign from Charyn, she
relaxed, assuming that he would leave her be. Even still, the second
day and night she spent ducking in and out, scared to leave the house.
But there was no sign of the Hummer or Charyn.
The days with her mom were fun filled, but Mak had been going
stir-crazy. She and her mom were only good for small bursts of time
in confined spaces. After the newness of her visit would wear off,
theyd bicker like siblings. They did everything they could to cram in
as much as possible while they were together. They went to
Carowinds Theme Park, they walked the university, and they went
shopping. There was no escaping the reason she left. No matter where
she went, she could smell him, Charyn. But after she didnt see him
anywhere, she just shrugged it off. Makenzie even went to the
Dominican shop and had her hair blown out for the first time in a hot
minute. The mass flowed to her bra hooks, and she even had a copper
color highlighted in the front.
She felt better and was ready to start her painting. When they
made it home, Makenzie pleaded a headache to her mom, who wanted
to eat out and hit some poetry bar after. Her mom bounced off, happy
to show off her new hair and nails, which were lacquered in gel. Mak
painted all afternoon, long into the night. After midnight, her mom
came home and, after a quick hug, sashayed to bed.
Mak was almost finished, but she struggled with the tug of one of
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than sleeping. She was disgusted and decided to work the rest of the
surroundings and finish his face up later. Looking at Charyns sketch,
she missed him. She missed his cock pummeling her inside out. So
good, the flashbacks had her body begging, and she hadnt come in
days. The steady diet of orgasms was drug-like. Now she suffered
from withdrawal, body craving his.
She went to her car, wanting silence, her only companions her
imagination and the soundtrack of her moans. Makenzie definitely
didnt want her mother to hear. It was late, so no one should be awake
to see her. She pulled her robe open, nude beneath, and imagined
Charyn and their last night together. She remembered his fingers, his
cock. She groaned, pinching a breast with the right hand. She used her
left to stroke her clit, thumb and pointer tugging the flesh. Similar to
stroking a small penis, the pleasing motions had her car rocking
slightly in the driveway.
****
Charyn saw the object of his desires leave the cozy nest she called
home. She only wore a short robe, and his first thought was how dare
she leave the house in the flimsy garment. For any roving-eyed
Peeping Tom to see all of her charms, no, his charms. The blue robe
was terrycloth, but even at the distance he was parked he could see
the cloth was old and thin from countless washings. Her hair was
different, and she looked well rested.
When she climbed in the car, he silently prayed for her to leave
the driveway. If she did, game over. She was his, right now. But the
car never moved, and he knew what she was up to. His woman had
needs, and if her last days were like his, she was burning from the
inside out. He could see she laid the seat back, but of course couldnt
watch her. The only clue as to what she was doing from his
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bounce, but enough to let Charyn know instead of guess what she was
doing in the confines of the small compact.
The last few days had been rough on him. His cock was painful
and stayed hard for the last three days, and every woman he came
across goggled when he went places. He had eyes for Makenzie only,
wanting to lay in wait for the perfect time to catch her. He was going
to show her who was boss, and it wasnt her. He was in Charlotte
when he called her, knew she had made it there. When he texted his
brother, it was to send him to Charli, and he took Devens car from
his house, a new yellow Challenger with black racing stripes. Due to
the fact that she waited longer to leave than he estimated she would,
he beat her there and spent a half hour cooling his heels and lying in
wait.
He watched her leave the car, looking sated, straight hair
skimming her back. Charyn was jealous as hell, wanted to pull the
straightened mass while drilling her from behind. She was to receive
all her pleasures with him. He wanted to tell her when she could
come, withholding until she snapped. He saw her smile, closing the
door, shutting him out. Yes, he knew it seemed crazy, but he knew
she was his. No other woman could do, would do for him, now that he
had her. Removing his cock, he stroked it. He tugged at his unending
erection until he came, head leaned back and gritting his teeth. Charyn
remembered the warning he gave her before he took her. He told her
that once she made the choice to give in to him, he wasnt going to
allow her to take it back. Charyn made his way back to the penthouse
suite hed borrowed from an associate of his just for the purpose of
catching his runaway woman, lingering on the thought that tonight
was her last evening of purloined freedom. He sent Deven one last
text message for the night, confirming his plans to recapture his wily
woman were completed.
Just before dawn, Charyn left his hotel room the same way he
exited it the last few days, cock hard and stiff. But today would end
differently. Today she was coming home, with him. When Charyn

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showed up at Makenzies childhood home, he was ready. He sat there

lost in thought, just up the street. A knock on the window broke his
concentration. It was Ms. Stafford, and she was looking at him. He
rolled the window down.
Would you like to have a chat? she said, eyes squinted in the
early light.
Yes, maam, I would. He got out of the car, following her into
the house. She took him to the back sunroom, screened in to keep the
vermin out. She made a pot of coffee for him and tea for herself. He
waited to see what she knew, and where she wanted their
conversation to go. She didnt waste time or mince words. But her
tone was polite, in the way only a southern ladys was.
So, what is it you want from my daughter? She was going to be
his mother-in-law soon. No way could he say what was really on his
mind.
I want her to give us a chance. He saw no need to prevaricate,
and she would see through any lie he told. He could see that in her
eyes, the same ones Mak would wear in her late years. So she got the
abridged version, the only rendition acceptable to utter before the
mother of his lover.
Why do you want her? Ive seen you every day since she got
here. I knew you were here when you called Tuesday. Youre no spy.
I know you were here before she was.
Yes, Ms. Stafford, I was. The morning Mak left, I knew she was
going to go. She was skittish, and I wanted to give her just a bit of
space. Thats why I didnt approach her before. As to what I want
from her, thats simple. Everything. The same thing I want to give
her.
HmmI like you, Charyn. I knew there was something between
you when I met you. Before you even came in the house, I could see
something different in her. A possibility that was unlocked. But that
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I know what it looks like, but I just couldnt watch her walk
away. She is mine, and I am hers, Charyn said, speech simple.
So what was your plan? I know you didnt come here on a whim.
Your type has plans for your backup plans.
Yes, and suffice to say, shes going to understand that we belong
together. No other, for me or her.
Clapping, Sharon stood. I think you should get the answers to
why she left, the real reason. If things are going as Im seeing them,
you may as well call me mom.
He grinned, standing.
****
Makenzie woke, feeling better than she had in days. Her body felt
less needy after the orgasm last night. When she rolled to the side and
saw the time, she decided to get up before her mother came to do it.
Lord knows her mom was a prankster and would wake her up with a
pot of cold water or banging a pot and pan together. She lingered a
few minutes in the shower, and chose not to dress for the moment.
She was on vacation and may as well vegetate in her nightclothes as
long as she could before going back to business casual when the
doctor released her to go to work. Before padding downstairs, she
tugged on her favorite robe and brushed her hair.
Charyn was sitting on the couch, like he was at home, when Mak
came down. She thought she was dreaming, as she had for the last
three days. Even when waking she imagined she saw him, so she
walked past his mirage, through the kitchen. It wasnt until she
realized her imagination had added her ruined lace panties in his shirt
pocket that she dropped the mug and walked back. He just looked at
her, as if she were a naughty schoolgirl. He shook a finger at her, then
stood up and escorted her back to the kitchen, seating her at the
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of a broom and dustpan. Finished, he strolled back and sat down,

question in his eyes.
Why did you leave me, Makenzie?
Because I was scaredIm not looking for a grand passion,
Charyn. I just wanted a normal life with a man that I would be okay
living without if he left me.
You would walk from this? I never have met a more
contradictory woman. In bed, you give me every fiber of passion you
hold inside. Then hide your heart? Let me tell you a story.
Sure
There was a girl named Tami. She was a socialite princess,
spoiled beyond belief. She owned much and wanted more. When she
met a man she wanted, she suckered him into proposing. She hid her
real self, and everyone saw the snake under her skin but the man. One
day she decided the man had served his purpose as arm candy, since
he didnt make a good lackey, and broke it off. Only she made the
mistake of attempting to sleep with the mans brother. The brothers
patched their relationship, but it was never the same.
Oh wow what could she say to that? She knew as a rational
adult all men were not her father. But her heart was much harder to
convince to let go of the baggage from her past.
Yeah, and if Im willing, why cant you be?
I just want to take it slow
Nah, you just want a chance to build some bricks around that
chip on your shoulder.
NoIts not like that.
Then what is it like? His brow was quirked once again. Damn, it
seemed like she was always getting that look for one reason or
another. But she mulishly kept silent, as nothing she said would
satisfy him. Nothing to say, Makenzie, cat got your tongue?
Fuck. She was in trouble. In for a penny, in for a pound, and
Charyn seemed like he was ready for his due. She looked away from
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could come to mind to save her skin. Instead of excuses, when she
looked up she told him the truth.
If you make me fall for you and leave, you would be all right.
Charyn, you could have any woman you want. Why me? What makes
me so special that you would stay by my side and be content with just
me for a lifetime? There are thousands of normal couples who cant
keep it together. The seven-year itch is down to three now. So tell me
what you want, and lets see if Ill believe it after only a week.
His face was incredulous, and Makenzie saw a flash of anger for
the first time in his eyes.
Makenzie, you think so little of me, of yourself? You are
beautiful in every way possible. You made my heart beat again, when
I walked around like the living dead for years. What gave you the idea
that I am not man enough to know when Ive met The One?
He thought she was The One?
What was so bad was that she sensed the same. Makenzie felt her
heart stutter and resume beating. The pace of the skipping organ was
ridiculous, and she was sure she was seconds from having a stroke.
The idea of a soul mate in this day and age was ridiculous, that was a
fairy tale spun for little girls.
She scooted her chair back too quickly and nearly fell backwards.
Charyns quick reflexes saved her from injury by halting the tumble
with a hand catching the chair midway. She still scrambled from the
seat and he followed her, stalking her as she backpedaled across the
kitchen. When she was trapped with her back to the wall, he plastered
his frame against hers and clenched the freshly straightened hair in
one fist, arching her head back. He left her nowhere to look but at
him.
You didnt answer my question.
But she was saved from responding when she heard her mother,
chirping about upstairs. She was louder than normal, and Makenzie
assumed it was to warn them she was planning on coming downstairs.
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just enough to give a pretense of respectability, though not enough to

break the invasion of her personal space. Moments later, her mom
walked down and raised an eyebrow. She hugged Mak and Charyn
both, claiming she had an early appointment. For what, Mak would
love to know. They made plans to go to the nursery for a cherry
blossom tree seedling and mulch. But that was it. She looked at her
mom, and Mak saw her wink before she shut the front door behind
her.
What was she going to do now? Even her mother approved of the
man.
****
Charyn watched Makenzie fidget her hands nervously. He was
glad she understood the severity of the situation. Especially after the
wink Ms. Stafford made on her exit, showing her daughter that she
gave him the USDA stamp of approval. He watched her pick at her
invisible hangnail and sip distractedly at her coffee. When she sipped
the last dregs, he stood, and motioned for her to do the same. Since
Makenzies mom was kind enough to leave them alone, he could get
started with a reprimand for her bad behavior. He walked her to the
back of the house to the sunroom. He sat her on the wicker chaise,
pulling a scarf from his pocket. He pulled it around her eyes, tying it
in back of her head, stating only, Your punishment starts now and
will last until sunrise on Monday.
He stepped away, watching her fidget, and Makenzie showed her
nerves were getting to her as she bit a pinky nail to a near-raw nub.
He just watched her for five minutes, letting her get used to being
blind. She started chewing on the thumbnail as Charyn walked to the
chaise and slung her over one shoulder. She gasped and shuddered
against him. Yes, the move was caveman, but in the moment Charyn
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He took her outside, letting the weak warmth from the sun tingle
against their skin. An oak tree along the six-foot-tall fence had a
perfect branch, and inspiration hit. A handful of swipes from his
Swiss Army knife presented him with a slim switch. He sat on a
bench by the small group of dogwoods in the back and positioned her
over his knee.
Do you know why we are here, Makenzie?
I left?
Close. Not only did you run from me, but you lied to me, and
came without me present last night.
I didnt lie tohow did you know about last night?
You lied to me by omission. Remember one thing if nothing else
Makenzie. I know everything, especially when it comes to you. Do
you remember your safe word?
Yes, asparagus.
Good. You were going to get fifteen strikes, five for each day
you were away. But your poor response just now has earned you
another five.
Makenzie trembled, goose bumps raised, and he noted the rash of
prickled skin covered most her body. Exactly what he was looking
for. Charyn wanted her just a hair afraid. Shed earned it. If she knew
what was good for her, she would beg him, starting now, for alms.
Although at this point she wasnt getting any of his cock, if it werent
for the little control he had left hed fuck her blind, deaf, dumb, and
stupid. Lord knows, he had been hard for so many long hours. To be
exact, hed waited nearly eighty torturous, blue-balled, stiff hours for
this. If he wasnt careful, he may just break down and fuck her like a
starving animal anyway. Any patience he had was at an end. In fact,
he expended the remaining shred on her mother. If nothing else, Ms.
Sharon was a cool customer, and as a grown man it was humbling.
And you cannot come. Do you understand, Makenzie?
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Charyn was so grateful he had her back in his arms that he only
stroked her skin at first. Tugging the worn robe upwards, her ass
angled across his lap. She was so beautiful, and he couldnt help but
admire every curve of her toasted brown skin. After he reacquainted
himself with the feel of her, he started the first in a long list of
punishments shed earned the last days.
He knew the first strike came out of nowhere for her. As the last
time, her response was hungry even through the pain of her
punishment. Makenzie bucked on his lap, and the heat from her pussy
licked at his thigh. His cock was straining the fabric of his pants
painfully and digging into her belly. Charyn watched her squirm
blindly into his erection and knew she was as desperate for him as he
was for her. Good. He wanted her to realize what she was attempting
to throw away.
****
The first stroke was liquid fire, stealing her breath. The lash bit
into her buttock. By the next, her memory stirred. By the fifth, she
knew what he used to whip her. A switch, of all things. She danced,
squirming in his lap. She was hard pressed not to rub against the
erection jabbing her. When the final lash hit, her ass and clit were
sore, both hot and swollen. He broke the silence, rubbing her with
unguent to relieve some of the sting from the lashes.
How did you like your switching?
Mak bit her lip. It was a throwback, thats for sure.
The master next to her laughed. I thought so, too. He removed
the blindfold, and she blinked, trying to adjust her eyes to fullstrength light.
Charyn asked her, You ready to go home now? Ive got a few
things planned for you this weekend. He dropped the fresh-cut
switch on the ground, extending his hand to her.
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When she made her way upstairs and checked her phone,
Makenzie decided to send a message to her mother about her early
departure. She was only planning on staying one more day anyway,
and their only plan was to pick up the seedlings from the nursery. Her
mother must have been waiting to hear from her as the response time
was unusually quick. The seven-word reply from her mother, get him
hes yours for the taking, was stunning to say the least. If mom only
knew what was about to happen to her little girl
After bundling together her gear and clothes, Makenzie packed
her painting carefully. Wanting to keep it secret until it was finished,
she put it in a box faceup with the container covered in newspaper and
taped shut. Charyn had her follow him out, and before hitting the
highway, they stopped for gas. He used his debit card and had both
cars filled to the brim so they could hit the road. Charyn was taking a
detour, though, as he went to UNC-C, and he had her step out of the
car. Mak was really confused why they stopped out of the way, but
kept silent. Charyn explained, You are riding back with me.
How is that supposed to work? This car isnt gonna drive itself,
you know, although the parking assistant is pretty awesome.
I purchased a driver, and they are going to fly back from ILM
here.
Wha How in the heck did he just purchase a driver? Not to
mention the expense of plane tickets. Makenzie knew she was in
trouble with a capital T.
Yeah, just you and me, with three hours of open road.
Thats gotta be expensive, Charyn. Cant I just drive it back
myself?
Nope. Part of your punishment is going to be in this car, and Im
not giving up three-plus hours of my weekend.
To say the least, Mak was stunned. She wasnt anticipating this
turn of events. What was he going to do to her while they were
driving? The question had no easy answer, and the thoughts were cut
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as Bill and Teddy, and the easygoing pair hopped in her car. They
followed them on the road, but after the first half hour, the pair was
out of sight. The Challenger was just that fast, and she was advised
that the two were under orders to take at least five hours to get to their
destination. Charyn stopped on the side of the road, looked at her and
she peered back using her peripheral vision, not knowing what he
wanted to do with her.
Take off the bra, Makenzie.
Eyes bulging, she followed his instructions, pulling the bra
through her armholes of her T-shirt. He took the garment and set it
aside. Next, he took a Swiss Army knife from the dash, the blade
honed to a sharp edge He sliced her Charlotte Hornets ringer tee down
the front in one vicious swipe of the blade. Her breath caught. Could
she trust him not to hurt her? She already knew the answer, and sat
still. Next, he took her denim skirt and pulled it above her hips,
exposing her spandex teal boy shorts. Those he cut off her as well,
stuffing spandex in his pocket.
Charyn watched her hotly, his hazel eyes predominantly green
today, and told her, We are going to listen to the radio and let fate
decide how much you are punished along the ride. I will choose a
popular station and any time a Jay-Z song plays, you have to
masturbate. If Lady Gaga plays, then you have to go down on me. If a
trucker honks during any point, you have to use a free hand to pinch
your nipples. He smirked, the smile wicked and full of himself. She
loved it, loved him, though she couldnt say it yet. It was too soon to
give him that added power over her. He tied the ripped shirt at its
base, farm girl style. It barely covered her breasts, the nipples waiting
to spill free to any person who thought to look.
Setting off again, they hit the road, the car a blur of bumblebee
stripes. The radio played popular music, but none of the artists he
mentioned played for the first half hour. When Party Life came on,
Mak was hyped and, dropping her hand low, she rubbed her wet
pussy lips. By the time the song ended, she dripped wetly on the

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leather bucket seat. Panting, she glanced over, a large SUV keeping
pace. She could see the driver wink at her, one hand on the wheel. She
could guess what he was doing from the smile on the male drivers
face.
Over the next hour she masturbated twice and sucked Charyn off
three times. He was so hot, the last time he pulled onto the shoulder,
and she bobbed her head as the wheels stopped. He held her head
close, bucking his hips, the car jerking to a stop. She finished him off
there on the shoulder, the cars flying by them, tires screaming on the
pavement. He gripped her straightened hair, crumpling the silken
length in both fists. His orgasm almost triggered hers, and she knew
she would earn more punishment if she came and disappointed him.
Her thighs clenched, holding back the peak by the skin of her teeth.
Under the seat there are two toys. Pull them out. She responded
immediately, items in her hands. She recognized both. They were the
Ben-Wa balls and nipple clamps from her basket. The chains
connecting the clamps were different, longer, almost three feet or so.
The others may have had a ten-inch gap between clamps.
After seeing the instruments of her torture, Makenzie knew she
couldnt take anymore. Her nerves were bad. Unable to handle
anymore stimuli, she gritted her teeth, in suspense as to what would
play on the radio next. Everything around her was a stimulus. The air
whipped against her skin through the window. The car engine purred,
the vibrations stroking her clit when she wasnt. The seat was sticky
with her juices, and she had a suspicion the leather was ruined. It
didnt matter. Nothing mattered at all. The only focus her body had
was pleasure. Charyn didnt help matters any. He just looked at her.
He gave more attention to her exposed nipples than the road. She
didnt even care if he crashed the beautiful specimen of a muscle car.
She just needed to come so badly her teeth gritted and she swore to
herself that she could make it, just another half hour. But when they
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He stopped at the light. Since he was in the right lane, only

pedestrians could see her. There were a few, but most didnt even
look askance at her nudity. Of the few that saw her, two made her
skin crawl, and she never wanted to meet either in a dark alley.
Charyn gave his next command before the light changed.
Take the balls and push them inside yourself. She complied, and
the car leapt forward, shoving them all the way inside her.
Now pinch those pretty chocolate nipples for me. When they are
hard, slip on those clamps for me.
She tried, but she didnt understand the mechanisms. Seeing her
confusion, he simply pinched the padded teeth open and let go. Her
back arched. She was on fire, and not in a good way either. She didnt
see how any woman could enjoy that. But Charyn didnt seem
alarmed. He just took the long length of chain in hand. Her chains
tugged each time he shifted gears, and in the heart of town many stops
and starts had her nipples throbbing. While at first the sensations were
painful, the pain ebbed into ridiculous pleasure over time. She saw
why a woman could subject herself to the physical degradation in this
era. While her mind was distracted by the nipple clamps, her body
was losing the fight. The Ben-Wa balls were insidious, working
magic slowly. The vibrations from the engine had her rocking back
and forth as the movement affected the weighted balls. Mak wasnt
going to win this one. She knew it. She was fighting the good fight,
but the chime she distantly heard from the Ben-Wa was ticking. The
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Chapter 13:
All or Nothing
Makenzie was catatonic, lost in the pain of denying herself. Her
hands were red, with half moons dotting her palms, and her lips were
raw and bruised from biting her lips. She was lifted from the lowlaying seat and carried through the threshold. When Charyn stood her
just inside the foyer, she swayed. He pulled her back in his arms,
removing first one clamp, then the other. Mak cried out, the sound
ringing, a cacophony. He spun her, facing her away from him only to
cross his arms around her. Cupping one hand between her thighs, he
asked, Are you ready to come?
Oh god yesplease. Her response was breathless.
He held her just a moment longer. Constricting the free arm
against her belly, he pressed. The compression freed the objects,
expelled them into the waiting hand. She groaned.
****
Good girl. Charyn couldnt believe how good she was. She had
held off, and now he would reward her valiant efforts. He stripped,
right there behind her, unbuttoning the cream pinstripe shirt. Tossing
it, he undid the jeans, dropping them to the floor unheeded. He
stepped out of the mass at his feet, jeans and loafers.
Turn and face me. Makenzie did as requested, looking him in
the eye, head craned up. He pulled her flesh to flesh, their damp skin
plastered together. Lifting her, Charyn brought her eye level,
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rewarded her with a heated kiss to her pussy with his cock. Skimming
her sugared walls, he filled her completely. She arched, wailing,
pleading to let go and come.
Charyn was throbbing and near stroking out from lack of blood in
the brain, as all was in his angry, swollen cock, but ready to take her
that one bit further.
He gave her a challenge. Do you think you can make it to bed?
Makenzie only responded with a shake of head, a negative.
If you do, I promise youll never regret it.
He watched her drop her head, face showing she hoped she could
hold on. The stairs never seemed so insurmountable to him either. He
took the brief series of steps to get them to the stairwell and banister,
even as her body begged him to let go and fuck her like a mad man
against the wall, but he wasnt going to give in.
As Charyn took the first stair, the trembling wreck in his arms
shuddered. He knew if she gave in, he would, too. To distract her, he
used a flat hand, spanking her once, then twice. He jogged two stairs,
smacking twice. Each time she would jerk then fall still, biting his
shoulder. The pattern continued to the landing, and Makenzie seized
tight around him, preparing. They strode the few feet, panting.
Gaining the bedroom, he took the last steps necessary to reach her last
phase. Five.
Moving to the edge of the bed, he stopped by the sidewall and sat
down. Charyn pulled a silk tie from the nightstand, wrapping it
closely to her wrists. He tied the silken bonds off in a large bow,
making her a present to use for his pleasure. He leaned her back,
taking the left leg from around him, and spun her to face the wall. Just
earlier in the week blank, the wall now featured full-length mirrors
paneling the expanse.
He saw the look in her eyes and knew she saw herself, disheveled
and in sensual distress. His cock was so engorged, Charyn knew his
lover could feel every vein landscaping him, and she was only
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He smiled at her in the mirror, wicked. You know, Makenzie,

this is a good look on you. Now I want you to see.
See what, us together?
Not just that, theres more to us, and you know it. I want you to
see the way I worship your body, my temple. His lips cocked up
smugly.
She gasped as he flexed his knees, bouncing her, using the pop of
hips to propel her forward. Makenzie went along with him, twisting
her lower legs around his spread calves. He wrapped his arms around
her, one crossing her chest, strapping her to him. The other leashed
her across the belly, tight. His mouth attacked the shell of an ear,
moist lips sucking. Exhaling, Charyn teased her nape, hair scattered.
He looked at her and wanted, although he was already as far in her as
he could get.
But he needed more, and she was going to give it to him. He
teased her nipples, featherlight brushes, and bade her to watch. He
cupped the weight in a broad palm, measuring by feel. He bucked
wildly, her bound hands flailing out of her control. Charyn saw her
peer at him through the curtain of hair, eyes dark in the mirror. He
was taking and she gave. She was helpless, wet and fisted around him,
impaled, and he loved every iota of it.
Charyn saw Makenzie wanted so badly to let go. Come for me.
And just like that she did. She tossed her head backwards, and hair
slapping him in the face accompanied her wailing cries. He was
behind her, watching as she peaked and stared him in the eye.
Charyn could feel her coming apart. He was there, too. Her
clinging heat scalded him, forced him to take one arm from around
her and smooth the hair from her face. Make her see herself, and him.
Look at us, Makenzie, how perfect we fit. His tone was sultry.
He could tell she saw it, too, when her skin flushed even redder.
I want you to come for me, just one more time. Her expression
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digging inside her, she felt too good. Too delicious, and tighter than
the single virgin hed deflowered years ago as a teenager.
She didnt speak, just hissed back, long inhale whistling through
her clenched teeth.
Just once more, feels so good, baby. His cock dug in her deeper
as he stroked every sensitive spot within her willing, wet pussy. Her
legs clenched his tightly, and she bucked back harder. Back bowed,
Makenzie called his name, the word begging him for a repeat. The
second pass was so exquisite he felt the fine hairs covering her stand
on end. There was no holding back from him then, and by the third
stroke, she looked shocked to be coming again.
Charyn had to let go of the pressure. His breath hissing, words
cursing her. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat, giving her his
seed, eyes slits, nearly closed.
Fuck, Makenzie. He rolled them over, Makenzie under him, and
now they were face to face. Their breaths were choppy, chests
heaving, and a glossy sheen covered their skin. He could only look at
her, delicious curves, rich brown skin. He wanted to eat her within an
inch of her life again.
Charyn kissed her, a meeting of mouths, tasting tongues. Mak
could only lie passively, hands still bound, trapped between them.
Arching his back away from her, he pulled the captive extremities
over his head. She beamed at him, showing every pearly tooth. He
kissed the cheesy grin. His had to match hers. He untied her hands,
and they napped, his grasp holding her tight. When they woke, night
had fallen, and he heard Maks belly growl angrily at her backbone.
Charyn took her downstairs, each still nude, skin salty and slick. They
did a quick raid of the kitchen, scaring up a few different cheeses, a
bottle of pinot noir, crackers, fruit, and leftover rotisserie chicken. He
chased her upstairs, foodstuffs held close.
Charyn and Makenzie lingered over their evening meal, slowly
feeding each other, and chatter interspersed their playful banter. When
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flung from across the bed. They stayed nude well into the evening and
cavorted, the bedroom their personal Eden.
Charyn, being the man he was, had to put his foot in his mouth. It
started with a simple question.
Makenzie, why did you leave?
I told you why, at Moms.
I think theres more than you told me. He knew there was. For
whatever reason he scared her, at least that much was clear.
What else does there need to be?
I think you left because you dont think you measure up to some
standard that I am supposed to have that doesnt exist. You broke the
mold, Makenzie, no other.
****
Makenzie sputtered, infuriated he saw through her. She felt
pathetic, and lashed out.
Of course it has to be all about you. Has it ever crossed your
mind that maybe I dont want you forever? Makenzie knew she was
being an ass, but he was just a smidge too narcissistic for her tastes.
Charyns eyes went dark and narrow, and she knew she pushed
him too far.
So its that, huh? Stop lying to yourself, even if you cant be
honest with me.
Youre not the only thang smokin, Charyn Moreland. Her eyes
narrowed.
Youre not going to run me away or manipulate me, Makenzie
Christine. Im a real man, not an imitation, and you cant push me
away. The first day we made love I told you that you werent going to
walk away without trying to make us happen. I plan on us working
well together. Do you really think you are the only one with emotions
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She snarled her nose up at him, lip curled. Goodness, he was too
much for her. Truthfully, she felt something for him, a lot more than
she wanted to admit.
Wheres Bill and Ted with my car?
In the hotel, they fly out in the morning. He grinned, continuing,
You wont get away that easy. Im getting my full pound of flesh
this weekend.
I just want my stuff, thats all. She knew that she was being
bratty and childish, but she just wanted to distract him. After all the
hedonism, she couldnt look at him straight without her cheeks
burning. She loved him, was getting to know him, and she liked it all
too much. Liked him too much, and everything about him turned her
on. Makenzie came to the hard conclusion that she was sprung after a
handful of days. She was head over heels for a white man.
Run a bath for us, and Ill throw the trash out. Charyn kissed her
and helped her stand up.
She stood, forgotten grape halves sliding from her skin. Makenzie
padded to the en suite bath, turning the water on full blast. She found
a bottle of bubbles and poured them in, emptying the contents in the
tub. Finding two bath sheets, she sat them on the sink. Mak was
unsure of how she would handle Charyn. He was too intense, and she
had second thoughts. But she knew if she walked away, she would
regret it for the rest of her natural life. No man would ever compare to
him. No other could measure up against him. No man would be able
to make her melt the way he did. No man would chase her, and she
never wanted to be caught by another either. Her thoughts were
interrupted as her lover sauntered in, eyes only for her.
Bill and Teddy dropped your stuff off.
Oh really? Did they leave the car?
Nope, its going back to the rental place.
But Ive still got three days left!
So? Youre spending those days, and the rest god gives you, with
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You would try the patience of Job, Charyn. I need some

transportation, and you cant hold me hostage forever.
Want to bet on it? I promise youll love my brand of captivity.
No real woman in this day and age loves slavery, Charyn.
Yes they do. Women have just been trained by history that they
arent supposed to. So most just dont admit it.
Dont be a chauvinist. Its not PC.
The relationship with a man and woman never is. With those
words, he climbed in the frothing water, pulling her in with him. He
pulled the hair from around her face and twisted it, using an elastic
band to hold the makeshift bun secure. Continuing, his tone was low,
melodic, enthralling. Makenzie, no matter how far women come,
they were created to crave a firm hand. The strongest woman will
submit, if the right man gives her what she needs, and is strong
enough to make her love it.
Mak didnt respond. What could she say without lying? She was
strong, and every man before him fell flat, seemed wrong for her
somehow. Not as if there were many, but some guys found her okay
to look at. She always turned them away, until he fell in her lap.
Changing the subject, she inquired about something else she
thought strange.
Why in the heck do you have hair barrettes, baldy?
I put more thought into this weekend than youll need planning
our wedding.
Get your mind right. We aint getting married. Snorting, Mak
washed her arms with sponge.
Fine, you dont want to plan our wedding? Ill do it.
Makenzie guffawed as the vision of him surrounded by wedding
magazines, place settings, and gown fabric had her weak.
See, you thought I couldnt be politically correct.
But men dont care about that stuff! Mak was still laughing.
Youd be surprised. Charyns tone was gruff, as if the statement
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I already am, boo.

He took the abandoned sponge, still sudsy, and finished washing
them clean.
Just because Im a man doesnt mean I cant be domestic.
Couples who love each other fill whatever need is there, and are
equals. I cant ask you to do what I am unwilling to do and vice versa.
The only thing that I cannot do is bear our children. But I will take
delight and time in making them with you. I would be there when they
are given life, and be there to raise them. He observed her, seeming
to attempt to decipher her face and know what she thought.
She looked back, but his words had humbled her. She accused
Charyn of many things, making mountains out of molehills, and
contriving stumbling blocks along the way, but she was the problem.
He had no reservations or hesitation, and he had just as much to lose
if he invested in their relationship, too. His speech floored her. The
two of them married with two-point-five children and a dog. Mak
never thought it would be like this, that she would be crazy for
anyone. She was a sensible woman, and although she was an artist,
she was a realist first.
****
Charyn saw in her face the emotions playing through her eyes,
flitting by so quick he couldnt identify each with certainty. She
would admit they were made for each other. Mentally rubbing his
hands together, he thought about the coming hours, and tomorrow. It
was late, and he wanted to play some more. He leaned in, kissing the
tip of her nose.
Charyn could feel Makenzie thinking. She still had reservations,
and that was all right. Any sane woman would, especially given how
long they had known each other. But she was his, their futures were
twain. He would show her. He just had to make sure he gave
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that. By the time he was done, he would crumble her defenses, the
brick and mortar she used to hide herself. She could hide from anyone
else. Anyone but me. He climbed out the tub, pulling her hand to
guide her. They toweled off and walked in the bedroom. Charyn stood
behind her, nude and damp in the collage of mirrors. He looked at her,
seeing the mix of hot lust and tenderness exposed in his eyes.
She responded, What?
His stare was heated, as were the words spoken, You dont know
how beautiful I find you.
Why? Even after the last hours of love, she still didnt get what
he saw in her.
Unless we leave the house, youre not getting anything to
conceal that sexy body, unless its me. Charyn looked at his arms
and what they supported.
Come onNothing at all? Can I get even a T-shirt?
Dont worry, Ill be sure to keep you warm. He watched her
pant and teeth gnaw at her lower lip, and continued with, Just look at
you, so soft, feminine, and seductive. Look at my hands on your
skin. He clenched the arms splayed across her skin as her eyes
lowered as he commanded. He had his arms around her, shelves for
her breasts, propping them up. They were beautiful together, and the
two of them were more as one than they could be apart. The blend of
colors complemented naturally, both wearing a bronzed flush over
their skin.
Thats you, Charyn. Im the plain Jane in this relationship.
My cock wouldnt stay this hard for a plain Jane. Do you need
another lesson so fast? Apparently, Im not getting through that thick,
stubborn head of yours, if thats the case.
He saw her shake her head quickly, and the top-knot bobbled from
its perch.
No, I think the last lesson sufficed. Her shy smile was the most
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See that it does. Next time, I may not be so lenient with you.
She remained mute for a moment and Charyn grinned.
That was being lenient?
It was, I could have denied you an orgasm, but you had several
with me so far tonight. Didnt you?
Yes, I did. You made me wait for hours, though.
Makenzie, I could have withheld them from you for the entire
weekend. But you are not trained to my liking yet. For that reason
only, I decided to torture you for a handful of hours instead of the
days you deserved.
The entire weekend? Charyn smirked at the skeptical face she
made with her rhetorical query.
Youll love it when we get there. The intensity of coming is
proportional to the amount of time its delayed. Her face was even
more incredulous than before, if possible. As if she couldnt
understand how delaying satisfaction could come with a pleasure in
itself. Imagine how the sexual tension would feel after long hours of
need, how it would burn through you. When you came the first time
today, the orgasm was the best you ever had. Admit it. He watched
the heated look flit across her face, as if she were having a flashback
of coming in his lap in front of the same bank of mirrors they
currently faced.
Yes, it was. Ive never She stopped, the words trailing off to
nothing.
Never what, Makenzie? Come so hard in your life? She nodded
and dropped her flushed face. He presumed it was an attempt to hide
her embarrassment. Dont be ashamed of anything we do together.
We are two consenting adults and free to choose how we express our
love.
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Love? He said love, but did that mean sex or l-o-v-e? She was too
chicken to ask him to clarify. His body screamed sex to hers, but she
needed more from him than that. She wanted to know what made him
tick. If she was going to fall for him and make life complicated, then
she wanted the total package. So far she knew he was well off, funny,
fantastic in bed, and a good cook. Not to mention sensitive. He did
everything well. At no time had she seen him appear to be in over his
head. Geez, the man even drove his car and made shifting gears seem
sexy. But no person was perfect. There had to be something wrong
with him. Was he crazy?
Can we talk? Id like to know you better.
Of course, thats what the weekend is about. Its for us to take
the time to see why were so compatible. Come with me. He took her
hand, and the couple went downstairs.
When they got there, he sat her on a soft rug by the fireplace, a
box in front of her. It was covered in black leather, glossy. He opened
it, taking out a small remote, using it to turn the gas fire on. Digging
back into the box, he took out an old, thin paperback book, a box of
cards, and a small flask. The lid went back on the top, sealing it from
Maks curious eyes. Her inquiring nature got the best of her, and she
had to ask.
Whats all of that?
Thought youd never ask. His lips tilted upwards in a subtle
smile. The book is a small tome I enjoy and thought to read with
you. The cards are a game to play, called Phaze 10. Last but not least,
the flask is a salve. Now you can decide what you want to explore
first.
Mak had no idea what she wanted to do, and ended up opting for
the book. Of the three items, it was the most innocuous. But she was
wrong, as she found out later. It was probably the most risqu and
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Good choice, I would have picked that, too. His grin was
mischievous. She found out why. It was a book of love poetry.
Bringing her close to him, he opted to seat her in his lap. He spoke to
her, cadence mesmerizing, as he interpreted the Lords Byron and
Tennyson. As he recited more than read them from the pages, it was
apparent he knew the poems and sonnets within the book better than
the men who wrote them.
thus much and more, and yet thou lovst me not,
And never wilt, Love dwells not in our will
Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot
To strongly, wrongly, vainly, love thee still.
Even long after he finished the stanza, she lingered over its
meaning. The words in this selection were for her, Makenzie knew it.
But was it really possible that he felt that way about her? That she
couldnt love him, that he felt their relationship was one-sided and
unrequited? The same way she felt about him before she ran. But if
his selections spoke to his feelings, she was an ass. He didnt run, like
her dad did, like she did. When she came back from her reveries, he
was still reading.
it is not worth the keeping: let it go;
But shall it? answer, darling, answer, no
And trust me not at all or all in all.
It was hard for her to give as much trust as he sought. He didnt
just desire her. She saw he needed to possess her. All or nothing.
She noted that Charyn would read a passage, and in the same
breath look at her while reciting another, until the volume was
finished. Even more unusual about the renditions were the moments
he recalled the words from his memory as he quoted.. He would tilt
his eyes away from the pages and speak to her as if the words were
his and crafted solely for her. Pointed phrases aimed at her
defenseless heart and female vanity desirous of love and affection.
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metaphor. When he was done, he asked her what she thought of the
selections he chose for her.
Did you enjoy them? His voice was raw, as if he were hoarse.
Makenzie was speechless. She never paid much attention to
poetry, since her skills were not in the written word, but were more
physical. But his voice gave each word value, giving the stanzas new
life. It was attention she never paid to spoken word aside from music
in her whole life. She told him as much, and kissed the arm wrapped
across her fluttering heart. He sat the volume aside, breaking the
fragile moment with his movements.
Thank you, its one of my favorites. Want to play cards?
Mak laughed, nodding yes. The poetry had left her with too much
to think about. It changed the way she saw them, and she was grateful
to have a moment to let go of the heavy reflections she burdened her
mind with.
Scooting across from her, he took a moment to teach her the
basics. Each hand was different, and the game spurred much laughter
and brought competitive instincts to the fore. By the last hand, Charyn
bested her. She hadnt passed the ninth phase, and he won by a
landside. Makenzie, infuriated, flung the cards, spraying his chest
with them. He laughed, telling her to be a better loser. After they were
done, he picked up the salve and a small throw blanket from the
nearby chaise.
Lay back on the throw blanket for me, facedown. Mak did as he
politely asked, laying on the soft microfiber, patterned in a Scottish
plaid. She turned her head, facing the faux fire. The warmth was cozy
and played a kaleidoscope of shadows across her exposed skin.
Charyn straddled her hips, his thick member a heavy weight cradled
in the seam of her thighs. He poured the viscous unguent in his hands
and rubbed them together. The initial pace of his hands was slow,
kneading motions at her shoulders intended to carry her away. The
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The heat from his thick hands scalded her, burning every nerve
ending awake.
****
Charyn meant every word he said to her. Even though the words
were not his, they captured how he felt about her. There was no
reason for her to love him. He wanted to be worthy of the honor so
badly, he refused to accept that the woman he was mad for didnt feel
the same way about him. Before Makenzie his life was black and
white, and she added color and spice. It was possible to fall in love on
sight, his parents had. She just didnt see that, and wanted to make it
about lust and need alone. Although that was part of what he felt for
her, there was so much more.
He watched Makenzie relax under his touch, melting boneless into
the floor. As he massaged each muscle group, the firelight played
across the skin beneath his hands. Riveting, the sight of her had him
hardening before he knew it. A feeble attempt was made to calm his
libido with thoughts of football stats. His hunger for her could disrupt
his plans, and he wanted everything to be perfect. He required her
relaxed and ready for what he planned next.
After he finished massaging the spread, luscious body before him,
Charyn scooped his woman up. He carried her upstairs, headed for the
attic. She hadnt seen the space yet, and he deliberately glossed over it
in her tour. He didnt lie when he said it was unfinished. He just
omitted a few salient facts about the space. The attic door had two
entrances, one from outside and this one. The indoor entrance was not
in the ceiling. Charyn opted to cut through the bedroom instead. It
appeared as a normal closet, but the wall backing was a sliding door.
The stairs needed to be finished, and were still just raw untreated
wood. But he only put these in two weeks ago. It seemed to be
serendipity, how he met his dream woman less than a week after
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finishing the stairs and landscaping would complete it. Almost five
years worth of hard work, and now he was ready to outfit it with his
family. Although it was just the two of them, soon enough they could
gift themselves with children.
When he bought the house, he could feel in his gut that it was
perfect. Perfect for his family one day, and he could see them playing
in the water. Bringing back junk shells and building sand castles,
making memories filled with laughter. Like his childhood, only better.
Charyn should have realized it at the time, but nowhere in the picture
did he see the woman he was engaged to. That should have been a
sign, but he was just too stubborn to admit his mistake and almost
paid a hefty price for it. But Makenzie, he could see her fitting in
perfectly. Their homes were similar, neutral and earthy.
He was glad he met her, even if the circumstances at the time
were not desirable. Otherwise, they may have never crossed paths,
since their lives were too disparate. She didnt work or live near him.
He just happened to be on Seventeenth Street the day of her accident
because he had a hankering for a poker game. He smiled to himself,
thinking that it was almost ironic to think that he may have never met
the woman of his dreams. After tonight, he would make sure that she
would understand how fortuitous their chance meeting was.
He knew Makenzie would have questions, especially about some
of the articles he had laying about when she got a good look around.
Reaching the top of the stairs, the space was dark, and only the barest
of moonlight diffused by clouds and distance shone through. It was
time to see if his chosen woman was able to accept all of him. If she
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Chapter 14:
Rope Trick
Charyn watched her, his eyes already adjusted to the darkness. He
could see her silhouette, framed in moonlight. She was an angel, his
Madonna, to use for his own devilish ends. He wanted to show her all
of him. The person no other had ever completely seen, since Master
Johntu trained him in the exquisite art he was going to display for her
now, the art of bondage. He had a mixed style, using both ancient
Japanese shibari and modern western techniques. He wasnt into
whips or beatings, just the slide of silken skin, tortured by rope. He
loved the look of a woman in bondage. The total surrender she gave a
lover, allowing him to bind her with coarse fibers. It was one of the
main reasons he and Tami were incompatible. She was unable to
enjoy the art in any form, even shunning play handcuffs.
Tami would have never had the patience to follow any part of this
weekend. She loved to see and be seen. Tami didnt even know he
could cook. She never ate a single meal he made, just wanted to hit
the new hot spots. For what? To eat a plate so small, he was starving
every night? A year of that had had his belly aching and mind made
up. The incident with Marques just confirmed what his gut already
knew. She wasnt the one for him.
Now Charyn ached for an entirely different reason. The brownskinned beauty framed in moonlight gave his cock dozens of reasons
to rise from slumber. She was perfect. Perfect for him, made for him,
his. He wanted to own her, every part of her. He loved her hair, kinky
mane so like her. Untamable locks, sexy curls with a life of their own.
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show its true state. He wanted to bind her, here and now, to him for
good. He prowled over to her, knowing she was barely able to see
him.
Charyn was more than ready to fulfill the expectations his woman
had. He could sense them lingering around her, mingled with clouds
of lust and sexual fear. The mass of hair he braided up so it wouldnt
tangle in the ropes, then he blindfolded her, forcing her to trust his
lead. His hands were gentle, smoothing her raised hairs and goose
bumps. He started the basic karada, a rope dress, to harness her. The
knots were all made to be simple and adjustable. For the first bondage
garment he fitted her body with, he wanted to ease her into the
construction and adjust it to her frame when he was done.
He next fashioned a cherry crotch rope, basically a thong, from a
smaller section of rope. With the apron-like top, he slipped it
overhead, the weight of rope and knots smacking lightly against her
skin. He used the double-coin knot he created as a halter, tying off the
end so he didnt choke her or create too much pressure. Pulling the
sides of the apron around her, he tied them together, too. From there
he adjusted the knot work to give the pressure on her most sensitive
points. The knots, when done, dotted along the sides of her spine in
the back, parallel to the ones in front.
He twisted another section of her top, fitting it bra-like around her
breasts. The cups fit perfectly due to the fact many hours of touching
her gave his hands excellent muscle memory. The next part was her
undergarment. It was simple, a six-inch-wide net knotted around her
hips and small rope that would pass between her legs. He kneeled,
tapping the tops of her feet, prompting her to lift them, stepping into
the rope panty. He pulled them up over her thighs, adjusting in back
to fit them properly.
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When Charyn initially brought Makenzie up to the attic, she found

it difficult to adjust her eyes to the dimness. Being an artist was all
about light, and she could barely focus on any of the poorly lit objects
around her. Charyn placed her on a bench seat in the window. Light
struggled to penetrate the shadows nearest her, creating a fragile halo
in the haze of dark. She sat there impatiently, waiting and unsure of
what was she was seeing.
Makenzie, turn and face the window. The first words he spoke
to her since arriving in the aboveground dungeon.
His statement, baldly phrased, had her nervous. What would he do
with her in the dark attic, with the moon the only witness? She got the
answer soon enough. He took hair out of the tie, scattering the strands.
Charyns hands were running through the mass, combing it. Next, he
started tugging the strands into an intricate French braid. He used the
tie to fasten the braided end, now falling between the blades of her
shoulders. He caressed her nape with a stray thumb. Moving upward,
he fisted the braid, tilting her head back, kissing her.
Stay there.
His voice was powerful, yet the tone was soft in the quiet of deep
night as he rummaged through a nearby chest of drawers. Whatever
he picked up was large, a huge bundle carried over one shoulder.
When he came back to her side, he threaded a thin scarf through his
fingers. Pulling it over her eyes, Charyn sealed off the limited vision
she had. Makenzie was nervous, fidgeting, even after the bonemelting massage he gave her just minutes ago. She wasnt sure where
this was going, and the unknown had her leaping at every sound. Tree
branches whistling, the surf caressing the beach, she heard and
catalogued each noise. Charyn was behind her, heat radiating from his
skin. She could feel him, her skin pricking at his nearness.
Once Makenzie was outfitted in her rope tankini, she was
terrified, unsure how to feel. She wasnt even hogtied like Miri was at
Dojo. But nevertheless, she felt as if she were going to pop out of her
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the ropes were metal chains binding her skin and shackles hampering
her feet. The fear she felt seemed sexual in nature, not a genuine
apprehension for her life. The trepidation was similar to a rollercoaster ride, fun and exciting. Finally done, he spoke to her.
How do you feel, Makenzie?
I want to explode.
Good or bad? Charyn asked, his voice carrying a note of
curiosity.
Both. Its bad in the fact that Im bound, helpless. But its good
for the same reasons. I can let go and not be responsible for anything
except existing for your desires.
Charyn guided her, still blindfolded, to the center of the room. He
stopped her where she needed to stand, a small rug hand-woven from
a coarse natural fiber. Barefoot, the threads rasped against her toes.
There was an audible rattling sound and the clacking of metal.
He spoke, a terse, Need to fix that. She stayed silent, agreeing
with him, as the noise was audibly harsh. Makenzie felt a tug against
the front of her harness. She felt Charyn hooking her at the top of her
bonds, between her breasts. Next, she felt more hooks, one on either
side of her hips, both sides of her ribs. He tied a length of rope to the
right ankle, pulling the limb behind her and securing it to the back of
her harness with another series of knots.
What is your safe word?
She was silent at first, nearly deaf with the blood roaring in her
ears. When he repeated the query she came to and tried to remember.
Asparagus
Good girl. If you become uncomfortable at all, I want you to use
it. Dont think I will be upset in any way if you need to do so. Okay?
Yes, Master.
When he finished rigging her up, one leg was behind her in the air
while she stood stork-like on one foot. The positioning made her lean
forward at the waist and spread her toes to ground her body and keep
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sense of balance was off. The way she was half-resting and halfstanding had her equilibrium thrown out of whack. Mak let her mind
go and melted into the awkward pose, mind finally clear, a yogi in her
bondage. Every sense was sharper and dulled at the same time,
leaving her stupefied as to how she could feel so natural in this
moment as slave to her dominant lover.
At random moments he would stroke a single finger over her skin,
and she would shudder until able to control herself again. The
scalding digit would find its way over a buttock only later to stroke
the flexed knee or her nose. Between the caresses, his eyes would
roam over her flesh. She could feel him just feet away, watching her.
Makenzie was so aware in that moment time stopped for her, with
seconds living longer than hours.
Eventually, Charyn released her, one chain at a time. She was
awash in sensation, and the ropes made her skin sensitive to every
stimulus. When he was done, Makenzie was nearly unable to support
her own weight, legs splayed out. The air around her caressed her
skin. Each breath she took tightened the rope trappings, and she grew
wetter with each beat of her heart. She wanted to beg Charyn to take
her, cherry ropes wet with arousal.
****
Charyn was floored when he saw her fall into subspace, mind
adrift. The face she made was the same as the one she got when lost
in her art, eyes glazed and intent on things only she saw. She
understood both the meaning behind her bonds and him. This was the
one thing no woman ever gave him. Even other women hed played
with as their Nawashi, or rope artist, didnt fully understand this facet
of surrender. That they only had to exist for their masters needs.
They could be free in the bonds because every feeling was valid, no
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Charyn helped her stand and walk, just watching the hampered
and confused steps with a hardening cock. He wanted to watch her
saunter the stairs, guessing she would get halfway down before she
came. He was wrong. She hit the last step and crumpled with a groan.
Before she fell, he caught her, and helped her to the mirrored wall in
front the bed in his room. He wanted her to see how beautiful she
looked in the karada bustier.
Please, I need you. Her voice was a whimper, crotch ropes still
rocking against her clit, leaving her shuddering in his arms. He
complied with the request by pulling her atop him, little preamble
needed. He loosed the cherry around her hips, ropes slacking the visegrip hold against her.
With the release of the ropes from her glistening snatch, Charyn
took his aching cock and thrust home. He felt her clench tight and
heard her aborted scream. Makenzie was glorious, quaking around
him, and he fisted the ropes binding her upper body. He couldnt
release her entire breast from the bonds and instead tugged the weave
open to free her abraded nipples. Every movement he made was
reflected back on him from the mirror, along with her reaction. When
he plunged into her she would gasp and shake, and when he withdrew
shed groan and curl her toes.
Unable to resist, Charyn palmed a breast in each hand and pinched
the rock-hard nipples to pouting diamond points. His lips found her
neck and kissed her there with a bare press of mouth to skin. When
she shook in his arms he bit down on the soft flesh that he gave
affection to moments before.
OhhhGod! Her voice was shrill and pitched high.
He lifted his head and replied, Not God baby, Charyn. Get it
right. She did, calling his name over and over, a mantra of passion
and stark need.
Her mouth remained gaping the entire time, and he let the fire
build under his skin. So close, but he wanted to last forever and a day.
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body sucked him under, and he bit his lip, endeavoring to hold on. It
seemed observing the tableau was too much, and he closed his eyes.
That only made his lack of control worse, as the remaining senses
were magnified and he could only feel, with no other sensations to
dilute the bliss of being inside her. She smelled of honey, tasted of
sin, felt like heaven and her cries turned him into the Energizer
Bunny.
Makenzie was magnificent, damp with sweat, hair in a single
thick braid. He could hear her panting, body quickening around him.
All he knew was that he couldnt wait to see her face when he took
the covering from her eyes. He would wait until she was a heartbeat
from coming. If timed right, shed explode on sight, and bring him
over along with her.
He felt her preparing, her womb clenching and going into
overdrive. Makenzie was nearly frantic in her movements against
him, as if she were trying to do the impossible and bottle lightning.
He gripped the ropes, this time for control over himself more so than
her.
Slow down, Makenzie. He heard her whimper, then she stilled
her bucking. She employed a rocking in his lap instead, and he used
one hand to remove the fabric sealing her vision off. The green silk
fluttered to the floor and he turned his gaze back to the mirror to
enjoy the show she was going to unwittingly provide him.
Charyn felt her coming, peak slamming him into a teeth-gritting,
groaning orgasm. An instinct made him bite her at the curve of her
neck, thick seed splashing her honey-wet walls. He looked at her in
the mirror, the epitome of Eve, a woman worth anything she desired.
His eyes darkened, watching her pant, flushed with her passions and
his. His hands were everywhere, tugging her bindings, tasting her taut
skin with finger pads. He loved everything about the moment, the
woman in his arms showing him something new. He always thought
his sexual preferences were a fetish, and treated them as such. When
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complete after sex, no, making love. He had never made love until
Makenzie. He had never touched a woman with intent. The intent to
share everything he was via their joined bodies. The thought struck
him and, amazed, he lay down on his side, tugging her to face him.
****
Makenzie was so close to coming she could feel her womb
gathering, begging for seed. She felt the blindfold come off her head
and waited a moment, then opened her eyes. She was riveted on the
spot, and the sight made her wish for a picture. Modest as she was,
even she knew the scene was stunning. Passion and exertion flushed
her skin, eyes bright, her mouth gaped open. The bonds were
amazing, a work of art in themselves. Ropes transformed her, turning
her into an object of her lovers lust. The bonds were around her
ribcage, twined over and between her breasts. They ran along her
curves to stop at her waist. The crotch ropes framed her wet pussy, the
fruit at her delta split with cock. The colors striking her with an
artists eye, her earthen tones mixing with his sandy ones, meshed
with yellowed ropes. The peak rushed over, sent her screaming into
oblivion.
When she came to herself, Makenzie watched Charyn in the
mirror, his eyes filled with things best left unsaid. Not yet anyway.
She would prefer just a little time to get used to being head over heels
in love. Especially with him. He was a little overwhelming, and she
didnt know how to take the emotions assaulting her. She just looked
at him, unable to see anything but him.
Makenzie, sit up for me for me.
She did, question in her eyes. He didnt say anything, just sat up
and started unfastening her. He started with the cherry ropes veeing
her crotch, removing the already-loose bonds. Next, he worked on her
karada, loosening it, then removing the rope garment altogether.
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the dresser. Mak felt strange after Charyn disrobed her. She felt more
naked now than before. The ropes gave her a sense of clothing in their
confines. She lay there, replete, and she was, weirdly enough, content.
The whole weekend was more than she ever could have expected, and
she didnt want it to end. Ever.
****
The remaining hours of their weekend went by too fast. After their
play session on early Sunday morning, Makenzie slept the day away.
When she woke, it was nearing one in the afternoon. Charyn was
there in bed, just watching her. He was fresh and clean, and she felt
kind of sticky, just yucky. She couldnt help snarling her lips at him.
He must have seen her annoyance and decided to appease her. Here.
He handed off a cup of coffee, and she gulped the scalding liquid
back, quicker than frat boys chug beer. When the mug was empty,
Charyn took it, and sat it on the tray at the edge of the bed. His next
offering was a fresh croissant, stuffed with chicken salad and spinach.
It was delicious, and Mak savored every bite. Smiling at him, Mak
used the napkin to wipe her lips and hands. She was now awake and
happy to be with Charyn, but she was going to be big as a house if he
kept cooking like a gourmand. She beamed harder and stood up,
sashaying to the bathroom. After making use of the facilities, she
brushed her teeth, ready for a shower.
When she was done, there was a towel waiting for her on the rail.
She dried her skin off with quick rubbing motions followed by lotion,
and wrapped up in the waiting soft fleece. When she walked into the
room, there was a white dress shirt on the bed. She put it on, not fully
fastening it, just slipped over her arms and left to pool around her.
Flouncing downstairs, she heard Charyn speaking sharply, a clipped
series of words. The sounds were muted and made it hard for her to
determine if he was alone on his phone or if there was another with
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No one was there, and listening harder let her know the discussion
was in the backyard. She stepped out to see two people, one Charyn,
the other unknown. He was exceedingly handsome, hair pitch black,
eyes to match. The mans looks were debonair, refined, and almost
aristocratic. He was lithe, with a swimmers build, not as tall as
Charyn, but six feet plus as well. The male looked at her, eyes
glinting in the bright light of day. She quickly fastened her borrowed
shirt, which would hopefully cover her appropriately. Her skin
flushed in embarrassment. The other mans eyes were heated with
some emotion. It was hard to keep looking him in the eye. His gaze
was deep, as if hed seen every charm she had to offer in the quick
peek hed gotten. And that was just a narrow strip of skin, not even
the full birthday suit. The directness of the look made her feel
embarrassed, as if shed given him something that belonged to her
lover only.
****
Charyn turned away from the fence and saw his brother was
distracted from their discussion. He saw why, smiling at the woman in
his shirt. She smiled back, one huge grin left over from last night. He
motioned to her to come to him. She did with no hesitation, satisfying
his need for control, and Charyn sat her on his lap. Happy, the sun,
sea spray, and Makenzie were all he needed to feel complete.
This is my younger brother, Marques. Marques, this is
Makenzie. The male extended her a handshake, which was accepted
with a like response.
Are you busy? I can go inside and scare up dinner, Mak asked
tersely, and Charyn knew she could see the tension between him and
his brother in their mutual body language.
That actually sounds like a great idea. Want to have fish tonight?
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After she walked away, Charyn and Marques were sitting outside
not even speaking, just quietly occupying the same space. Marques
showed up unannounced, while Makenzie was in the shower. He had
just laid out a shirt of his so she could cook with him. He heard a car
in the drive, and walking downstairs, saw Marques in his black Audi.
He just opened the door, sighing. There was no way he wanted
anything interrupting his weekend. But Marques was here, jetlagged
and looking for a conversation. So he took him in the backyard to
avoid a naked Mak looking for him in the house, giving his brother
two eyefuls. Shoot, Dev already got one, and that was enough.
So who was that? Marques inquired, looking at nothing, far
away.
Makenzie, shes mine. Charyn couldnt help but be possessive.
Hmm, I see. Shes sexy as hell. And from the looks of the rope
burn on her chest, she likes what you like. Marques had always been
a wordsmith, able to phrase any situation succinctly. Thats why he
made an impeccable foreign and domestic negotiator. He could take a
subtle nuance of word or gesture in several languages and make it to
his, and by proxy, the companys, benefit.
Shes mine.
Her body told me that before you could. Most women will come
on to me as if they were available, whether they are or arent married.
Makenzie just looked closed and didnt even really see me as
anything but an object. It was almost as if she werecataloging me,
and impersonally at that. A specimen in a Petri dish. Marquess lip
lifted, the barest of smiles.
She is an artist.
So thats whyInteresting, havent had an artist yet.
Thats the same thing Dev said.
Saw the Challenger in the yard, thought he was here, too.
Nope, its a loan for the weekend.
Marques appeared just an iota pensive, but said nothing, so
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Charyn, I didnt have sex with Tami. Marques spoke quietly,

wind almost stealing the words away.
I know.
How? I let you think we slept together.
Because if you had sex with Tami, she would have been
screaming bloody murder before you got started. Certainly
considering her aspirations to be a political wife. Few women enjoy
the idea of being videotaped when the man in question is a fling.
Marques loved fucking women on camera, would watch the tape
afterward, and edit the scenes into movies. He had a small stable,
three or four women that would come to him when asked, no matter
the time or what they were doing. He and Dev joked about Marques
harem. But all the women signed a release form, so he could play
with his hobby unencumbered, no legal issues later. Tami would
never in her life consent to be videotaped during coitus. She couldnt
without serious worries later of blackmail or worse. No politician
wanted a skeleton in his wifes closet that nasty. Only dead bodies or
jail time would be worse.
You see too much, Charyn. I only kept quiet to keep you two
from marrying. If she was crazy enough to climb in my bed, what else
would she do? Tami never fully satisfied your hungers in any way,
shape, or form. You walked around, eyes starving, until even Mom
noticed. Do you know Mom asked me if you were getting any?
Charyn was floored. He didnt realize his family saw the situation
so clearly, a window into his intimate life. He was yet again glad he
didnt take the plunge with Tami. It would have been the worst
mistake of his life.
Why did you wait to come to me with the truth? I just got
madder and madder waiting for you to say something.
I didnt know what to say. The words were simple, shocking
Charyn. Marq never showed himself at a loss, always knew the right
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right tone to use with an angry business partner, the way to speak to a
scared child. It was his gift.
The truth would have been good.
Youre right, but I didnt know at the time that it would take
years to say it. It just got harder as time went by. When I saw your
face during the video conference, I knew something was up. At one
point in our lives, I wouldnt have to ask. Id already know what was
wrong. Thats when I knew we had to talk, now. Charyn, I dont want
Tami between us anymore.
Charyn smiled and told his brother, I forgive you Marq, not for
supposedly sleeping with Tami, but for lying to me about it for so
long.
Marq smiled back at him. When they walked inside, it was to
wonderful smells of food cooking. Makenzie was pulling dough into
cloverleaves arranged in a muffin pan, sprinkles of flour dotting her
face, arms and shirt. She put the finished pan in the oven and set a
timer on the microwave.
Marques, are you eating with us? Im making panko-crusted
salmon, sauted beans, mashed potatoes, and yeast rolls.
Charyn answered before Marq could say no, Yes, Mak, he is.
Marques dissembled. I really need to get back to the house.
No you dont. You just got here, and I know the drive back from
Charlotte was long enough. Then add the hour to get to your house.
Charyn refused to take no for an answer.
All right, Ill eat.
Good. You may want to take a nap while youre at it. At least
you can get home refreshed.
They ate family-style, passing dishes and taking some of each
until all had gotten a portion. The meal was superb, everyone opting
for seconds. When they ate the last crumb of bread, Mak pulled out an
apple crisp warming in the oven. When Charyn saw dessert he smiled
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Mak went back to the kitchen for a carafe of coffee, and when she
returned only a small corner was left.
He really wanted it but knew he shouldnt steal the last piece.
Since he ate the lions share, Charyn shared the last bit with
Makenzie, feeding her a taste here and there. The small eight-by-eight
pan was clean at the end, and the coffee was down to the last gritty
dregs coating the bottom of the carafe.
Charyn leaned in for a kiss. The meal was wonderful, the apple
crisp better than his mothers. He would never say it to Mom though.
Marq looked ready to sleep where he sat. The face his brother made
had Makenzie commenting, Hes got the itis.
Yep. That would be about right. Im going to make him take the
downstairs bed. Charyn snapped his fingers in Marqs face, and his
brother laughed, standing, the response dry.
Yes, Im going to take a nap. Marq walked to the closest
bedroom and crashed on top of the covers, still in his shoes, where he
slept the rest of the day.
Charyn and Mak opted to clean up the dinner dishes and wipe
down the table before returning to bed themselves. When they were
done, Charyn tugged Makenzie upstairs, her hands roaming his
sparsely covered body. This time they only made it to the landing. He
needed her, now. Dropping the workout shorts to his ankles, he
pressed her back to the wall, legs clasping his hips. He fed her tidbits
of cock, slow enough that Makenzie was begging for another inch or
two or all. Their mouths were fused the entire time, hands intertwined
along with their bodies. When she came, Charyn couldnt hold
anything back from her. Not his seed or the way he felt about her.
I love you, Makenzie. She didnt respond verbally, but her body
did, as she came one last time and robbed him of whatever remnants
of seed his body possessed. Charyn knew she heard him even though
he whispered the avowal, as the words were spoken directly in her
ear. Eventually, she would say what he needed to hear. But she was
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When the aftershocks of lovemaking passed, he scooped her up,

carrying her where she belonged. Right here, in his bed and in his
arms. They slept the remaining hours until dusk, cuddled, as he
listened to her heartbeat. Charyn woke first and, content, lay still and
silent. His satisfied stirrings must have woken Makenzie, and her eyes
opened just minutes after his. They went back downstairs in search of
a drink to cleanse their palates from the stale taste of sleep. Charyn
poured one glass of the fresh lemonade from earlier, sharing it. Not
long after, Marq walked in, eyes tired, clothing rumpled.
Yall know she screams like a banshee, right? Marq said, tone
just a tad sarcastic. Makenzies face reddened, and her embarrassment
was apparent.
Yeah. Charyns eyes were heated, staring a hole through her. He
licked his lips, thinking that he wanted to hear her scream again. She
would love it, too.
Are yall hungry? Makenzies drawl was strong, southern. It
made Charyn hard again, and he had to walk closer to the kitchen
island to hide it. Lord knows if Marq saw it, hed clown the hell out of
him, right here and now.
I was about to get on the road, but since youre offering, what do
you have in mind?
Depends on you. Is a sandwich all right? Makenzie offered,
already digging in the fridge.
Thats fine. I need to get rolling soon, so to-go would be nice.
Im not McDonalds you know, but Ill do it. Just this once.
Makenzie smiled at his brother, and went to work busying herself
with sandwich stuffs. He took the bag with thanks before opening the
front door. Charyn followed him out, walking with him to the car.
When they reached the Audi, Marques hugged his brother, their first
in years.
Big brother, you are a lucky man, thats one beautiful woman
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at. Cant ask for much more than that. Marqs tone implied if Charyn
didnt take care of her, he would.
I know that, and she will never be in your stable. Charyn was
trying hard not be a Neanderthal, but was having a difficult time with
it.
A girl like that would be a stable by herself. Dont need four
women if youve got one that will do anything. Each of the harem
serves a purpose, one gives excellent head, one loves anal sex, one
squirts, and the other fucks like a rodeo bronc. I just call the one who
fills the need present at the time. None of them has my heart, or any
other part they can claim. Im a grown man and alone. Its not as
fantastic as it seems. Most nights I spend longing and lonely. At the
ripe age of thirty-two, no one cares if Im home late or if something
bad happens to me. Yes, I can fuck as I please, but its hollow and
feels like a waste of time. Ive never captured the one thing on video
that I want to see. To show what making love looks like to the naked
eye.
Yeah, well, you have to be in love to make love. Or so Id
assume. Charyn never realized how much his brother had grown as a
man. Too much time had been wasted, and in a less loving family
their relationship could have been damaged beyond repair. He should
have known or at least realized where his brothers mind was at. They
had spoken in the last years, but never anything personal, just
business issues. They kept the distance to themselves, and only Dev
really saw what their relationship had become. He would never make
that mistake again. Marq hopped in the car, driving away as if the
devil were on his heels.
Makenzie was waiting at the door for him when he came back,
hugging him tight. Charyn was having none of it though. He didnt
need consolation, he had her. He hugged her back, loving the soft feel
of her curves in his arms. The next best thing to being inside her.
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show her what he felt for her, so she would never leave again. It
would take the rest of the night, but she would be his by dawn.
Makenzie ended the embrace by touching his face and pulled back
from him. Come on, boo, I just made these sandwiches for you. He
allowed her to tug him into the backyard, plates set up at the small
table. Charyn would let her distract him, but only to a point. He
tugged her out of her chair into his waiting lap. He piled all the food
on one plate, three sandwiches, a huge pile of chips, and one pickle.
He raised an eye at that. Why was there only one pickle?
She answered the question that his brow implied. Sorry, I was
hungry and had to eat something. Her eyes were wickedly bright as
the laughter in them shone through. He laughed at that, kissing her,
pickles and all. They took turns feeding each other, and when Mak
couldnt eat another bite, he laughed as she cried uncle.
Charyn smiled. Now was the time for dessert. He spread his legs
wide and turned the cocoa-dusted beauty to face him. He kissed her,
spicy and sweet, all at once. She touched tongues, a brief meeting. He
took a palm to weighing her breast and, impatient, freed himself. His
cock headed for her heat, the tunneling stroke burying him as far as
their bodies would allow. But he wanted deeper and swept the plates
off the table, leaning her onto the glass top. He dug as deep as he
could, grinded her across the table in a slick slide, aided by the shirt at
her back.
****
The table was small, and Makenzie felt her head hang off the
other side. Charyn lifted her hips, crouched over her, plowing her
with drilling strokes. He was mining for something all right, her
orgasm. Makenzie was screaming, lost in the endless peak. She felt as
if she were flying high, lost in oblivion. She felt Charyn spend inside
her as he opened his mouth to suck the skin at her ear. His breath was
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only lie there, taking each breath as he released his, his weight
crushing her. Her heart was bursting.
Soon after, Charyn stumbled to the bath with her. The wonderful
sex left her legs weak and unable to hold her upright. Both of them
reeked of sex, sweat, and saliva. He poured the last bottle of salts in
the water, stirring lavender in the air. He took her with him, sitting in
the hot water. As tired as she was from peaking, the bath made her
limp muscles into wet noodles. Charyn bathed them off, no
preliminaries, and Mak accepted the gesture. She was too wrung out
to do anything more than be present for the bath. After they were
clean, Charyn brought her to bed. They slept the remaining hours of
night, dead to the world.
Monday morning, Makenzie awoke to Charyns kisses fluttering
over her sheet-draped skin. He was clean shaven and dressed for
work. Looking over at the clock, Makenzie realized Deven would be
there shortly, ready to carpool to the office.
Do I have to worry about you running away again? he asked,
and she could see that the inquiry was not because he was insecure of
her, but to make sure she understood he wasnt letting her go.
Nope. Mak was sure. Even if they broke up, it would be worth
it. Just to claim him, for as long as it would last. But if he got any
ideas about walking away, she was willing to fight for him.
Good, I have to go to work. You know where everything is. He
kissed her one last time, sampling her lips. I love you, Makenzie.
Makenzie smiled, and this time the words came to her naturally. I
love you, too.
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Chapter 15:
What Love Looks Like
The last six months were better than the first weekend. They still
made love daily, and she liked the man as much as she loved him.
They made several trips to visit his mom, Charlotte, who was
absolutely the most fascinating person Mak ever met. Her attitude was
casual despite her lifestyle, a hippie in high society. Upon meeting
Charlotte, Mak understood her childrens attitudes about life. She
could see how Dev was a daredevil, Charyn a romantic, and Marques
a skeptic.
Makenzie left her job two months ago with much prompting from
Charyn, and she paid the rent with some money shed saved over the
years. He kept asking her to move in, but she kept refusing, saying
she liked having her own home for the moment. Makenzie couldnt
help but keep her own place. She refused to put herself in a bad
position of starting from scratch, just in case something went wrong.
Charyn told her the refusal felt as if she didnt want to trust him. He
let her, since he knew trust was earned, not given, and kept his mouth
shut to keep the peace. But he still kept asking, and she kept
vacillating. Either way, neither of them spent a night alone, whether
they were at his place or hers.
But she did get the guts to give Charyn the painting shed worked
on of him, and now it hung in their bedroom, just across from the bed,
at his house. The portrait made for many sexy nights, when she would
masturbate upon request to his visage as he watched. Or on other
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She sold a few pieces to get her feet wet in the local markets and
was now ready for her first show, at a gallery in Raleigh. The gallery,
Dj View, was coincidentally three blocks from Dojo, downtown.
They were doing a full show of everything she had on hand. She even
took the first painting of Charyn sleeping, with his consent, from the
bedroom wall, although it was definitely not for sale at any price.
The idea of having a showing was wonderful and terrible at the
same time. How would others take her work? Charyn thought
everything she did was great, as did Charli and Mom. But how would
people who didnt know or have reason to like her think? The answer
came that night when she sold everything there. The sleeping seminude of Charyn was inquired about numerous times, the amounts
offered astronomical to a woman like her.
Charyn had a meeting for the Yakima deal and wasnt going to be
able to attend the showing, although he was there to help set up that
morning. Makenzie was grateful that he hadnt come. The women
there were piranhas. She saw the lust in their eyes as they asked about
the painting of him. If he was there in the flesh, her first show may
have been the last after she socked some lusty rich patron in the eye
for messing with her man.
After the last offer of near six figures, she had to get away. She
never thought anyone would pay that much for anything she created
while alive. It wasnt even a sculpture. Makenzie smiled, ducking out
back of the gallery. She smoothed the silk jumper Charli got from her
French friend in a peacock blue. She topped it with a shawl and
Christian Louboutin heels Charyn bought her.
Before she left that afternoon, he wrapped her in a rope corselet, a
parting gift. When she needed something to ground her during the
setup today, she would touch her belly, the reminder of him. Almost
as good as a hug, it wrapped her from under her breasts to her hips. It
had helped her stay calm during the long show and the stress of the
day. The hour was late, almost midnight, and she was tired of heels
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breath in small huffs leaving her chest. She didnt think it was
possible to become an overnight sensation, but from the looks of it,
she could. The owner, Dayja, took her aside for a tte--tte, asking
for more of her work to show in another six months. The volume she
had to produce in that time seemed impossible, but she was going to
give it the good ole college try.
Makenzie lit a cigarette bummed from one of the gallery workers.
She hit it, taking a deep drag. This was her first in months, and the
menthol went straight to her head. She was glad for the support of the
wall, and relaxed, taking slow pulls of the smoke. She was halfway
done with it when she heard steps shuffling in the alley.
You know those things will kill you right?
Mak, startled, jumped out of her toed-off shoes. Laughing, Charyn
walked to her, taking the borrowed smoke, grinding it under one heel.
Come on, its time for your surprise.
Charyn took the heels in one hand, her with the other. She tiptoed
to the car with him, laughing as he pulled away from the curb, their
destination unknown. The cudas windows were rolled down,
blowing her hair wild. The muscle car ate the few blocks north until
they reached Dojo and parked. Makenzie was curious. They had come
back here many times since the first visit, and she had seen all types
of acts. Where was the surprise in that? But she put her shoes on and
let him open her door, escorting her out. She hobbled to the door on
her tip-toes, feet exhausted, arches begging for mercy. He led her to
their favorite table, the same gold canopy that shielded them from
onlookers as they made love. The place was nearly empty, with only a
third of the tables occupied.
Before she had the chance to sit on the cushion, Charyn kneeled
and tugged off the torturous luxury shoes she decided to hinder
herself with by wearing the whole night. Once she was settled down
Indian-style, a handsome Greek server of maybe twenty or so came to
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Good evening, I am Christos. As the appetizer course has been

served, your entrees will be here shortly.
Christos offered two bottles of wine, one red, and the other white.
Charyn approved the white on sight, not bothering to taste either. The
server walked away, carrying the rejected bottle with him. Makenzie
wondered what they would see tonight. She kept looking around her,
peering in every exposed corner, and after sipping the white wine, she
finally asked what she wanted to know.
What is on special tonight?
Oysters on the half shell in a miso broth, served with a
strawberry salad.
OkayWhat is the entertainment then?
That, my dear, is the surprise.
Makenzie was stumped and couldnt even hazard a guess as to
what would be displayed. If she had an idea, she would have rattled it
off already. She would find out in a moment and kept silent, waiting
to get the surprise of a lifetime, as she had been promised earlier in
the day. The server said dinner would be out shortly. Just five minutes
or so later, the two glasses of wine had Makenzie buzzed, and Charyn
withheld more, offering her a glass of water instead. The server came
back, dishes ready and fragrant, the delicate miso broth adding a
touch of mystique to the air.
Charyn pulled her close, tugging at her clothes. He unzipped the
jumpsuit from the side and unwound her rope panties. They fell apart
at his touch, becoming simple rope again, and he slung the length
over his shoulders. He undid his clothes as well, another favored
pinstripe shirt in blue and gray. The slacks were next, and their
clothes were a jumbled pile, shoes and socks on top. He pulled her on
his lap, spooning her a small sip of broth. The gong sounded, and
Makenzie was doing her best to peer around, but there was only
silence. He fed her another sip, and the next, until she had eaten most
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Makenzies thighs were wet, and Charyn sniffed once as if he

scented her arousal for him in the air. He smiled at her, and with no
warning, gave her his cock. He just gave her some of it and let her
squirm for the rest. By the time he was fully seated inside her, Mak
was swiveling her hips, wanting even more.
I love you, Makenzie. Be mine forever, Charyn finally spoke.
Makenzie was sure she was going to have a heart attack. She was
beyond elated at his confession. Her relationship with Charyn gave
her so much. His body told her, his actions told her, of his love for
her. Next to that, the words were a formality. But they were certainly
worth hearing over and over again.
I love you back, Charyn Moreland, and I always will. There was
nothing else to say, and she lost herself in making love with the man
of her dreams.
Come for me. I want to show the world what love looks like.
The only request Charyn had made of her that night thus far and, with
her hair trigger, easy to comply.
His strokes were slow and searing, the rope corselet constricting
her. Just this side of too tight, as if each breath was a gift bequeathed
by her lover. She held him, arms tight, cupping his head in back. Each
breath she took was baited with his scent mingled with the smell of
her own satisfaction. Before she could peak a second time, Charyn
stopped moving, and grabbed her hips so she couldnt move either.
She looked at him, stumped.
Makenzie wanted to beg him to continue, only the other people
nearby keeping her silent. Most of them were getting theirs on too,
based on the shuffling and symphony of groans. The entertainers must
have been stupendous and worked the crowd to a fever pitch, since
usually the other diners were quieter. Mak looked at Charyn. He
stayed still and silent, until long moments later, when his lips met
hers. He whispered against her lips, Marry me, Makenzie. Be my
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Makenzie was shocked. She knew Charyn wanted a relationship

with her, but his wife? He was asking her now? There was only one
answer and she gave it. Yes, baby, yes.
His eyes gave away his trepidation, the fear that she would refuse
him. Her answer cleared his eyes of their earlier apprehension, and he
lurched against her. Eyes now dark and lusty, Charyn leaned her back,
taking over. She came so quickly, there was only time to whimper.
Come for me again, Makenzie.
He rubbed his hips clockwise, scraping her clit. Back arched,
Makenzie peaked higher, crying out his name. When she finally
caught her breath, she heard the roar of applause. Charyn pulled an
oyster from her plate, and when he opened the shell, a ring rested
inside. He placed it on her finger, a perfect fit. When Maks vision
cleared, she was a wearing a golden rope, large yellow solitaire front
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Chapter 16:
The EndFor Now
Now, one year almost to the day since they met, Makenzie and
Charyn were getting married. Charyn, true to his word, planned the
entire affair. She barely had time to pick a dress and show up. Her
new show was in a month, and she would be just getting back the
week before from their honeymoon. In order to fill the volume needed
for her gallery opening, she worked day and night. More often than
not, she would fall asleep at her worktable, head down in front of her
latest piece, only for her to wake in the morning and find herself
looking at the sexiest man on earth, and he was all hers. So blessed
with feeling loved, their early mornings of naked skin on his silken
sheets, rebelling against the cold with her lover.
She had finally accepted the offer of moving in with Charyn after
he proposed. But she still refused to let go of her unit, and Charli
opted to sell the half to her. Although she had moved in with Charyn,
the unit was newly occupied by a friend from her old job, Jamie. Her
friend had recently come through a bad break-up and needed a new
place quickly and with little fanfare. Makenzie negotiated a fair rate
with her and left her furnishings for her new renter.
Jamie was also her singular bridesmaid. Charli was the maid of
honor. No matron. Deven was Charyns best man, and Marques his
only groomsman. Charyn chose the beach for the evening wedding,
the ceremony at sunset. The guests walked double file, all carrying
hurricane glasses with candles to light the way. The ceremony was
quick and succinct, each speaking the vows they wrote for the
occasion with conviction, and leaving even some of the unromantic

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guests crying. When the two kissed, the guests cheered, spraying the
couple with birdseed. At the reception, most were shocked when they
found out Charyn planned the couples wedding, but her mom took
half the credit.
Do you know how many calls I got in the middle of the night,
wanting my opinion on ridiculous ideas? Crazy stuff, asking if he
should have butterflies released? Had to scale that boy down some or
he would have my child in the poorhouse. Ive never seen a man so
happy to get married in all my life. Sharon laughed during her
speech, tables of guests guffawing as well.
Makenzie knew that even as the guests laughed, almost every
woman there would have given a vital organ to be treated the same
way by their men. Too many of the male guests were silent, and she
knew some of their wives and girlfriends were going to make life hell
when they went to bed that night.

THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jennifer is a vixen who will try anything once, although its too
bad she still has a full bucket list. She spends her days fixing other
peoples mistakes with a smile, and her nights chasing her babies
around while trying to write her naughty books. Most people don't
recognize her from one day to the next since she tends to change. A
lot. Thanks to her loving husband who gets to inspire a multitude of
material, you have the pleasure of reading whatever story you read
just now. She doesn't have a website yet, but when she gets one, you'll
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