Draft version - Russian Roulette - Family secrets

Ch. 57: It's 10 AM

Glancing at the clock Mackenzie sat down at the vanity in her room and grabbed the cherry blossom lotion she always used.

An hour.

She had an hour left and then she was his for 24 long hours where he could do anything he had ever wanted to do. It was her chance to get what she had dreamed of with him, feel him, touch him, taste him.

Be with him.

Whatever she had said, done and accused him of she trusted him when he said he would not have sex with her unless he felt she gave him permission, unless he felt she was with him in the moment. That was the part she feared the most. If he would stop and she would never get to experience him.

Would he be soft and gentle with her their first time or hard and fast because he had wanted her for so long? Would she get anything out of it, or would it be his pleasure getting all the attention?

There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted her. It was not just any woman, he wanted her. That was no certainty for it being a good time. He had promised her punishment, she was sure he was going to administer that without mercy. The pain did not faze her at all. Pain she could handle, it was the fact that he was going to give it to her. Would her feelings change? Would her body react?

No matter what the outcome she could not deny how her insides tightened at the thought and her clit was tingly. Her entire body was excited. She wanted him to do it all to her, she needed to please him by accepting him.

Slowly she massaged the lotion into her skin all over her body. She had gotten her nails done and a full body waxing the day before. Her skin felt smooth and her nerve endings were prickly sensitive. Her nipples were excitedly contracted into hard nubs eager to meet his hands and mouth.

Mackenzie put on a light makeup and dried her hair. He liked it loose, that would please him.

She hoped.

The corsage she had bought a long time ago was easy to put on. It was tied in the back with satin strings but had no real effect, they were just embellishments. It was hooked in front with a crazy amount of little hooks that took forever to close.

The result was great though.

The corsage covered up all the scars down her sides and it held in her stomach. She hated those scars; they were a constant reminder of the darkness in her. Mackenzie was not unhappy with her body any longer, she liked it and the corsage did not give her a fake body shape, it enhanced what she had done for herself.

Losing weight had been her physical distraction when her heart had been aching over Gareth's disappearance. Changing her diet and working out had been things she could control while her mind was in complete darkness from the loss. She had done it for herself, not because she thought she would get Gareth back if she had been skinnier, she applauded herself on that.

She put on her dark red silksatin kimono and tied it around her waist. It was short and only reached her mid thighs. Why hide her body from him, he would strip her faster than she would realize anyway.

Shoes?

No, she was not some porn model. Waltzing in wearing stilettoes like some housewife vixen, was not her cup of tea. If he wanted shoes, he could ask her to wear some.

She sprayed on her usual perfume and looked at herself in the mirror.

The mirror showed what she already knew. She looked good. Visually she was hopefully what would turn him on. Her cheeks had a natural blush from all the dirty thoughts rummaging in her head, her eyes sparkled and were darker than usual, the darkness almost hid the nervousness in there.

A nervousness she could not shake.

Last minute preparations; brushing her teeth once more, putting on lip balm and checking her makeup. Tightening the sash around the kimono once again and running her fingers through her hair. She had decided not to wear any jewelry if it got caught somewhere or was in the way, still it felt weird being naked like that.

In the kitchen she drank a little water but nothing else, experience had taught her that if her stomach content were to come back up, a full breakfast would be a bad idea.

Nerves began to surface when she stood in front of Gareth's bedroom door. She had not been in there before. He had told her she could look around the apartment, and she had, though she had avoided his room, it felt to invasive and intimate to go into his bedroom.

Mackenzie took a deep breath and straightened her back waiting for the clock in the kitchen, she could see from the hallway, to show 10 AM.

Knocking softly before she turned the handle she slipped silently into his room and stood just inside the door.

It was magnificent.

Almost twice the size of her room. Deep wine-colored walls with a beige trim. Hardwood flooring with smaller beige carpets around the room. One whole wall was all bookshelves filled with old hardback books, she was drawn to them and wanted to explore the old books, touch them and smell them.

The double doors to his walk-in closet were ajar displaying row after row of black suits and shirts. The door to the bathroom was only slightly open and it was hard to see in there, it looked like dark tiles or dark marble, she could not determine that from her position. At the corner near the bookshelves was a big, old, comfy high-back leather chair and a small table with a book on it.

Mackenzie had never thought Gareth to be one to sit and read. Somehow that small information about him opened her heart more to him. He had simple pleasures too. A man who would take time to read was something else.

Near the large window was a sofa, another chair and a loveseat around a high-polished wood table with carvings on the legs. The walls held pictures like the ones in the living room. Black and white framed pictures of more Russian landmarks and one in color of a beautiful mansion, she guessed it was his childhood home.

There was a faint dampness in the room like he had recently showered. The smell of his cologne was ever present, it was fresh and sporty with notes of something musky masculine. She always knew when he was close because of that smell.

Her eyes zoomed in on the massive king size bed. It was a four-poster one with the same intricate carvings as the table. She saw him lying on his side under the wine-red covers on the left side of the bed. He looked like he was sleeping.

Even a man of Gareth's size looked small in the huge bed.

"It's 10 AM," she said loud and clear and waited for his reply.

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