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the ugly wall art shake against the wall as the chair crashed into it with a heavy thump.  And then he was there, his body against hers, leaning over her back.  A hand tugged her hair, lifting her face from the floor.  She arched her back so that his lips could reach her mouth as he came in for a heated kiss that ended as abruptly as it started.  He let her hair go, his hands gripping her hips as he slid his cock between her legs.  She moaned at the contact.
    He tugged roughly at her wet thong, pulling it away from her body so that he could slide his cock into where it belonged.  He lodged himself deep with one thrust.
    “Yes!” she called on a moan.
    “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said as he started moving.  He swivelled his hips against her ass, sliding his cock along the walls of her pussy.  “I can’t get enough of you Mackenzie.  Never enough.”
    Her heart skipped a beat at his words.  It was all Nate, his voice filled with warmth and admiration.  He wasn’t being the Sir she no longer required.  She needed this guy.  She was happy to play these games, have some fun, explore and indulge in untold pleasures, but underneath it all she was beginning to realize she needed the comforting voice of Nate.  Not Sir.
    He fucked her body hard, gripping her skin with fingers that were bound to leave a mark, but he couldn’t stop himself.  He was a man on a mission and that was to get what he needed.  He was chasing an orgasm that was about to rip through his body any second now.  He could feel Mackenzie was almost there and he wanted them to do it together.
    “Fuck!  Yes!  Yes!” she called when her body started convulsing and he let himself go, violently spilling inside her.
    Dropping his weight forward, he whispered her name against the center of her back.  He trailed kisses all over her skin as they continued to rock gently against each other.  She shivered and he quickly pulled out of her body.  “Come on, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”
    He stood, tucked himself back into his boxers, leaving his pants undone.  He put his hand out for Mackenzie to take and pulled her up from the floor.  Pushing her in front of him he guided her by her hips.  His mind was a mess, all he could focus on was the perfect body in front of him.  The gorgeous heels and the even better legs.  The tight ass that still held a redness to it from his hands.  His hands that were now gripping her sides.  The feel of her skin under his finger tips and palms.  The long, dark brown, wavy hair swishing slightly against her flawless back as she walked.  I need her.
    When they entered the bedroom he was at a loss for words that she was here again.  Finally.  After months of dreaming about it, and only once before having her in this room, he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first.  But for her he made a snap decision.  She wanted a Dom tonight and she was going to get it.
    “Lie your stomach across here,” he instructed, guiding her toward one side of the room and pointing to the ottoman.  She hesitated and he could see the apprehension in her eyes.  He ran a finger down the side of her face, stepping into her until he could taste her breath, his nostrils filled with her perfume.  “Don’t lose your bravado now, this is what you wanted.  Remember?” he whispered.
    Mackenzie’s breath hitched at the intensity of his eyes and she shivered at the contact.  Surprisingly though, she was relieved at his reassuring tone.
    “Now lay yourself across this, knees on the floor.”
    Mackenzie did as instructed, glad to feel the carpet below her knees instead of the cold, hard tiles of the other room.  She lay her head against the leather, turning it on the side to watch him go to the walk in closet.
    “Close your eyes,” he said a moment later, exiting the doorway, and she did, before Mackenzie had a chance to see what he had in his hands.  She heard him walk to her and place something on the floor