Page 27 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“They’re on both sides. They may just have been open before. Can I pour you a drink, Lauren?” heasked.
“I think I might need a very large whiskey,” I replied with a nervouschuckle.
“Onesmallwhiskey on its way. You can’t give me consent if you’re drunk,” hesaid.
I wanted to reply I’d meant what I’d said as a joke, but it didn’t seem to matter. He stood in front of me with two small crystal cut glasses after pouring from a matching decanter. I raised the glass to my lips and drank it in two gulps. The hot liquid burned my throat, and I appreciated the diversion from the heat that had started to travel over my body. More so when I saw the red lightilluminate.
“You can’t see through the glass, okay?” he whispered, and he took the glass from my hand. I visiblyshook.
He pulled the curtains and all I could see was a mirror. My image stared back at me. I could do that. As long as I couldn’t see them, I was fine. Knowing there was someone, or many people, I’d have no idea, on the other side of the glass watching me right then had my clitoris pulsing, and I was desperate for Mackenzie to do something. Yet I stood and awaited hiscommand.
Mackenzie walked around me, not touching at first. He stood behind and slid one dress strap from my shoulder. I could feel my hard nipples brush against the silk as he slid the other strap off my shoulder and the dress pooled at myfeet.
“Step out of it,” he said, with such a gravelly voice I felt his words at my verycore.
I did as I wasasked.
“Let them see you,” he whispered, as he used his foot to tap at my ankles. I parted my legs alittle.
For a moment, he looked over my shoulder at my reflection. I could feel his breath on my skin and even that ghost of airtingled.
“Can they hear us?” I asked. For some reason, I didn’t want them to. I didn’t want them to know my name, although I’d suspect they already did. They’d certainly know who Mackenziewas.
“No, no audio this time. Just enjoy knowing he wants to fuck you, Lauren,” he said, and then wrapped his hand in my bun and pulled my head back. “But no man gets the pleasure of your body. It belongs to me. The only thing I share, Lauren, are the expressions on your face, expressions I put there.” I could have come at his wordsalone.
He reached around and cupped a breast, but I already needed more. I covered his hand with mine and encouraged him to squeeze hard; he bit down on my shoulder enough so I squealed outloud.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, not in here. Do you understand?” I nodded against the pull of myhair.
He let go and I immediately missed the support. My legs quivered but I stared straight ahead. I knew whoever was the other side was watching me. I had no idea what they were doing, and in one way I wished I could see. Instead, I just saw me. I saw the version of Lauren Mackenzie saw. I watched the skin across my stomach tighten a little as my muscles contracted with the flood of desire. I saw my eyes narrow, become more hooded, and my lips parted as the need for more oxygen increased. I sucked in a lungful of air. I closed my eyes, not used to the sight of the wanton Lauren who facedme.
The door to the side cabinet opened. I heard a clank of metal and I closed my eyes. Footsteps echoed on the wooden floor as Mackenzie walked back tome.
“Look at me,” he said. I opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me, his back to themirror.
“I’m going to restrain you. You can tell me to stop any time you want, do you understand?” I nodded my understanding. “Give me yourwrists.”
I brought both in front and he snapped on handcuffs. I blinked as they pinched my skin a little. Mackenzie held my arms and encouraged me to step back until I felt the cold steel beam against my skin. He raised my arms and I was hooked intoplace.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked. I didn’t necessarily trust myself to speak, butnodded.
He stepped away again, that time returning with what looked like a piece of leather looped over at one end and attached to a handle at the other. He ran it over mybreasts.
“Trust me?” he whispered. It was a question and he wouldn’t start until I hadanswered.
“Always.”
Before the last vowel had sounded from my lips I felt the sting across my stomach. I rested my head back on the beam and closed my eyes. Short sharp flicks of leather on skin made for a hypnotic sound. I moaned with pleasure. The flicks travelled up my body, coming to rest on my hardened nipples that were also desperate for some attention. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead, on my chest. The humidity was ramped up, and I knew without looking, Mackenzie’s shirt would soon be see-through, his hair would stick to his forehead, and his musky scent was driving mewild.
“More,” I whispered. I received a hard thwack to my thigh for speaking out. It did the job though, the strap was close to where I wanted it tobe.
I felt the leather trail over my inner thigh, I parted my legs farther, conscious I wouldn’t lower myself. The chain between the handcuffsrattled.
“Your body tells me everything,” he whispered, bringing the strap up and over mypussy.
I felt his fingers at the side of my panties and the material slipping down one leg as he untied the ribbon. I kicked them off my foot and moaned out loud as I felt that leather sweep over myopening.
“You are so wet,” he said. He raised the leather to my mouth. “Open.”
