Page 13 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“Long may it last,” I said, as I climbed from the tub and wrapped a towel aroundmyself.
I stepped into the bedroom, coming to an abrupthalt.
“Long may what last?” Mackenzieasked.
He stood in the middle of the room; his shirtsleeves were rolled to his elbows, the top button undone. I stared at his forearms and the pulsing started again. There was something about Mackenzie when he dressed that way—something domineering—and I likedit.
“Long may I love unimaginable things,” I said, as I dropped the towel. I stood, wet and naked, and I wasn’t wet just from thebathwater.
He cocked his head to one side and frowned. I didn’t explainfurther.
“My list…you asked about it,” he said as he took a step towards me. “It starts thisweekend.”
I slowly smiled athim.
“For now, you were good enough to spend some time on me, I believe a gentleman should reciprocate,” hesaid.
“I like the reciprocation, but I don’t need a gentleman,” Isaid.
He circled me, close enough for his breath to hit my cooling skin and raise thehairs.
“I very much like this new Lauren. Now, face down on the edge of thebed.”
I stepped forward until my knees hit the side and lowered my body. I reached out and placed my hands on the covers above my head, curling my fingers into the silky material. My arse was in the air, and I could feel cool air as I parted my legs forhim.
He ran his fingertip in circles over the skin on my lower back, tracing patterns, drawing pictures. I concentrated, trying to bring the images to mind. He blew gently on my wet skin, following the trail his fingers had taken. My skin prickled and tingled, my nipples hardened. I felt him push against me as he leaned over, and he grabbed a handful of hair to pull my head up. I whimpered at his touch as he turned my head to the side and traced a finger over mylips.
“This is how I love to see you, Lauren,” he whispered. “You can’t move from underneathme.”
I was trapped and I was exactly where I wanted to be. I missed the body that pinned me as he movedaway.
The spank and the sound as his hand hit skin had me gasp. His palm rubbed at my arse cheek, soothing before he spanked again. Before I could respond, he inserted two fingers inside and then slapped the other cheek. As his palm connected, the sting rushed through my body snapping at nerve endings that sprung to attention, his fingers twisted and pumped inside me. I could have come there and then, but I held back. I wanted more, muchmore.
I turned my head to one side, flattening my body against the bed, and pushed back against him alittle.
“You like that, huh?” he said quietly. I nodded, but then cried out as his hand connected with my sorebackside.
“More, please,” I said, trying to catch mybreath.
Three quick spanks to each cheek were enough to tip me over the edge. I felt my pussy clench around his fingers, heightening the sensation of his movement. I gasped in a breath as my muscles rolled, as if trying to expel him, and I felt the wetness, heard the sounds of sodden flesh being teased before I shouted out hisname.
I knew it pleased him to hear his name fall from my lips during the throes of an orgasm. He finger fucked me harder, and he dragged his nails down my back, until he was sure I’d given him all I could. He removed his fingers and I heard him fall to his knees. He licked and sucked all he could from me, wanting to taste me, inhale my scent and, as he’d often tell me, absorbme.
“Turn over,” I heard. Mackenzie stepped back and turned my body over, leaving my hands above myhead.
I watched him look around the room until he had settled on something. He stepped out of view for a moment, and when he returned, I sucked in a deep breath. He held in his hand a leather belt and he showed it to me. That was his way of asking my permission. Inodded.
He let the end of the belt run up my inner thigh, the gentle tickle as it came close to my pussy had me squirm. When he trailed it through my pubic hair, I squirmed some more. He gave the belt a gentle flick, the end licked at my clitoris that responded immediately. I parted my legs farther and heard hischuckle.
He flicked again, a little harder, and I moaned. I needed some form of touch so I cupped a breast with one hand. I squeezed and kneaded as he flicked over and over. It wasn’t a hard flick; I remember the sound as he’d done the same to Veronica one time, but it was enough for my brain to fizzle and fight against the pain, forcing the pleasure tooverride.
The thoughts of Veronica, the club, the cross, and that evening flooded my mind. I cried out wanting more as the belt started to flick across my stomach. I lowered my hand, running my fingers through my opening, feeling the heat and the wetness, coating them and catching the sting as he used the belt to command me tostop.
“No pleasuring yourself, Lauren,” he said, in that tone of voice saved only for when he knew I wanted him to dominateme.
“Ineed…”
“You need to do what the fuck you’re told,” he replied, cutting meoff.
