She thought over her time with Sir. She was struggling to come to terms with the fact that she had just allowed a man to do whatever he wanted with her body, destroy her clothing, scare her and then fuck her until she ached. She had submitted to him, something that, until a week ago, she didn’t think she ever wanted. Even though he hadn’t said it directly, yet, it seemed that’s what he was – a Dom. She didn’t really know much about the Dominant/submissive world but she had quickly agreed to call him Sir and allowed him to do whatever he pleased. It scared her and excited her all at once.The mysterious man from the bar, which she had fantasized about, was so much more than she could ever have imagined. One night. That’s all she had ever really expected, or hoped for, until she’d had it, that is. Then she had wanted nothing but to do it all over again. And again. Now he was back – in a major way – and she was thrilled, but he was so unpredictable, it was hard to tell what would come next with him. Sir was so serious and demanding but she saw glimpses of humor and kindness as well. She wondered who exactly she would be starting this ‘relationship’ of sorts with, if that’s what he wanted. Whatever the goal was, Mackenzie was determined to get some answers at breakfast.After drying herself with a luxuriously soft towel, she fingered her wet hair until it resembled something slightly untangled. She really needed a brush or comb but didn’t feel right searching through Sir’s bathroom vanity to find one. She breathed in the room around her, it smelled of him. She had used copious amounts of his shampoo, conditioner and liquid soap while showering and she revelled in the scent. She grabbed the item Sir had told her to wear and held it up. It was a black satin robe that matched the pajama bottoms he had on. When she slid it on and wrapped it around her body she couldn’t help but feel enveloped by him. The silkiness of the material sent goose bumps across her skin.She exited the bedroom and looked first left, then right. She had no idea how to get to the dining room from here (having been brought up while she was unconscious) but spotting the balustrade of a staircase on her left she figured that was a good place to start. Trailing her hand along the dark, glossy, intricately carved wood railing, she made her way to the top of the stairs. The foyer below looked larger from this angle than what she remembered from last night. When Simon had ushered her into the dining room she had been so nervous that she hadn’t really taken it all in. The large, open space looked different in the daylight too.
