Once again I asked for prompts on the FediVerse and Ciel offered me a lovely one.
Content warning: bondage.
The noise of the city vanished in Mackenzie’s lair; everything vanished in her lair. The floor was soft, the walls were painted a very pale blue, and the hooks overhead were painted to match the slightly darker blue of the very durable ceiling. The cabinets along one wall were placed so that they more or less vanished into a shadow; the door itself was hidden in the shadows of those cabinets.
When you walked in, when Mackenzie set the lights just so, you could pretend there was nothing else in the world but you, her, and the room.
Right now, Bran was feeling as if Mackenzie’s smile was its own fourth participant. “I saw you with Antony the other night, your video.” She licked her lips.
Bran raised his eyebrows. “That’s the thing Antony and I do,” he answered carefully. He and Mackenzie had a very well-defined relationship, both inside and outside of this room. Jealousy had never entered into it, jealousy for either of them. She had a boy who kept her bed warm most nights and cooked her dinner. He had Antony he tied up on camera, and Kef most weekends, in and out of the club. Continue reading