Page 94 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“Did you hear that?” Gabriellaasked.
“I did, but this is just us on a beach,please?”
“I’ll try, no guarantees of course. You might need Mackenzie to charm her out of a huge whitewedding.”
We both laughed as Mackenzie walked into thekitchen.
“I need to go, I’ll see you in themorning.”
I disconnected the call as Mackenzie scooped me up in his arms. Without a word, he carried me upstairs. He sat me gently on thebed.
“You know, this is going to be the first time of many that I fuck you as my fiancée. Naked,now.”
My stomach knotted as I rushed to remove my clothes. He walked to the closet and pulled down two ties. He scanned the room, and then he smiledslowly.
“Come here, Lauren,” he said. His voice had deepened, and I was immediately taken back to the club when I shared time with him andVeronica.
He placed his hands on my arms and he positioned me so my back was to the heavy wooden wardrobe. He took one tie and fastened it around my wrist. He raised my arm and looped the tie over a decorative finial on the top corner. He tightened it before repeating the process with my otherwrist.
He was just inches away. I reached forward to kiss him; he pulled back. I stared at him. The intensity in his eyes, the dilated pupils, gave him a fearsome look, but I knew different. I held all thepower.
“Kiss me,” Iwhispered.
He reached up and grabbed my throat, not tight, but enough to hold my head where he wanted it to be. There was nothing threatening in his touch, choking wasn’t my thing. He was dominating me, and that was mything.
He lowered his face close to mine; his eyes were still open and his lips just millimetres away. I could feel his breath and was sure he’d feel my ragged ones. I closed my eyes in preparation for him to command my mouth, and then I moaned when he moved my head to the side, and his lips graced the skin just under my ear. His chuckle waslow.
He lifted my chin and ran his tongue down the side of my neck, and across my collarbone. He lowered until the tip of his tongue grazed over my nipple. Before I could prepare myself, he bit down and held. He held until the numbness took away the pain. He held some more and then he released. I threw my head back as the tingle of returning blood rushed over my skin, and he captured my moan just as it was about to leave my lips. His tongue swiped over mine, his teeth nipped at my lips until they swelled, and he kissed mehard.
I missed his heat when he pulled away. I opened my eyes to watch him walk to a chest of drawers, where he opened the top one. He ran a stocking over his hand, letting the silk material fall through his fingers like liquid. He picked upanother.
Mackenzie placed his hands on my sides, as he lowered to a crouch. He ran his tongue down my stomach, circling my navel, twirling through pubic hair. I throbbed, waiting for him. His hands slid over my hips and down my thighs and then he pulled his head away. I wanted to sob. My body was humming for his touch; every nerve ending was coursing static over my skin, needing, wantinghim.
He grabbed an ankle and slid my foot to the side; he tied it to the foot of the wardrobe. He did the same to the other. I was secured in the same way I would have been had a St. Andrew’s Cross been behind me. I rested my back against the cool wood and I could have been inheaven.
I openly and willingly succumbed tohim.
I heard the clink of a buckle, the swish as a belt was pulled from the loops of his jeans, and my body thrummed in anticipation. I gently shook as I watched him wrap the buckle end around his fist. I sucked in a breath and I felt the end gently flick against my stomach. I cried out his name as those flicks becamestronger.
A pattern formed. He flicked in circles, ever decreasing and lowering until he was nearly where I wanted him to be. My clitoris throbbed, wetness coated my inner thighs, and I could smell my arousal, so strong and powerful. When he flicked against my pussy, I was sure I would come. I arched my back as much as Icould.
“What do you need, Lauren?” he whispered. Just his voice, that commanding low tone caused my arousal tospike.
“I need more,” Iwhispered.
“Like this?” The belt licked across my stomach and I cried out. I shook my head; it wasn’tenough.
“Like this?” The sting to my thighs was nearly there. I shook myhead.
The second harder whip to my clitoris toppled me over the edge. I screamed, not caring the wardrobe was banging against the wall as I flung my head back. Mackenzie dropped to his knees; he licked and sucked that orgasm from me. It was his and he was takingit.
“This cunt is mine. Say it, Lauren,” he growled between licking andsucking.
I could only mewl inresponse.
“Say it!” he shouted enough to startleme.
“It’s yours, all of me isyours.”
