Page 28 of The Facilitator: Part 2
I opened my mouth and pushed out my tongue to lick the strap. I tasted the tart citric acid of my pussy and I tasted the leather. Before I could close my lips around it, Mackenzie pulled it free. The tip of the strap ran down my body until he flicked it against my clitoris. At that point I screamedout.
Electrical impulses coursed through my body. They fought with fire and ice, with white noise circling my head. Pleasurable pain crept over me as he flicked again. My legs shook, my stomach quivered as my body prepared to orgasm. Then he stopped. I clenched my eyelids shut so tight and I shoutedout.
“No!”
I heard his chuckle, and his footsteps, as he moved away from me. I let the tear leak from the corner of my eye. I needed to come, my body was desperate for his touch, and he was denying me that. I wanted to curse athim.
“Fuck you,” Iwhispered.
His footsteps paused and I heard a low moan from his lips. It didn't have the effect I wanted, which was for him to punish me, instead my dirty mouth, as he called it, turned him on and I’dforgotten.
I smirked. “Fuck you, Mackenzie,” I repeatedfirmly.
A hand grabbed my inner thigh, and none too gently. He forced his fingers inside and I wrapped the chain of the handcuffs in my hands to give me more support. I raised one leg and hooked it behindhim.
“You’re not giving them a good show,” he growled, as he inserted yet anotherfinger.
“Fuck them,” I said between panting breaths. My biceps strained as my arms took to the weight of mybody.
I didn’t know when it had happened, but I felt like his whole fist was inside me. He ground it, turning and pumping, and it was the most powerful sensation I’d ever felt. I moaned so loud, constantly, I wasn’t sure if I heard my voice or an echo of it swirling around the room. And just as I was at the point of coming, he pulledout.
“You bastard, you fucking…” He cut off my words with akiss.
A kiss so demanding he sucked the air from my lungs. He bit at my tongue, hard, at my lips and drew blood. He licked and sucked the blood from me. When he pulled away, it was smeared over his baredteeth.
“Tell me your cunt is mine,” hesaid.
I stared at his face, and then let my eyes travel down to the bulge in his trousers. That could not be comfortable, but I knew he wouldn’t allow me to touchhim.
As much as he was denying me my orgasm, he was doing the same tohimself.
“My cunt is yours, and it’s soaking for you; it’s hot and pulsing, and I need you,” I said, my voice breaking withemotion.
The desire and pure unadulterated pleasure that crossed his face was worth every second of the orgasm denial pain in mystomach.
Mackenzie reached up and unhooked my arms; my legs shook as he walked me to the bench. He told me to sit astride and then to lie. As I did, he pulled my arms above my head and hooked the chain over the end of the bench. I was restrained once again. He pulled on my hips so I was close to the edge, and then he knelt. He placed his hands on my stomach; his fingers splayed and heat from his skin transferred tomine.
“You are so wet, so red and sore,” he whispered. I didn’t feel sore, but I certainly knew how wet I was, the top of my inner thighs weresticky.
When he lowered his face, I all but combusted. He licked and sucked at my clitoris, labia, he blew gently in circles before he forced his tongue inside me. His fingers curled into my skin as his need to taste increased. I spread my legs farther, desperate for him to be closer. I could feel his ragged breaths against my heat as he tried to take in as much oxygen through his nose as hecould.
I raised my hips as my stomach tightened and I came. I came so hard I could feel myself shudder. I screamed out as wave after wave of rolling muscle spasmed. Mackenzie didn’t let up; he licked and sucked that orgasm straight from my body. It was his alone. His nails dug into my skin, breaking it, and I could feel a trickle of blood seep down my side. The tang of my orgasm and blood sent me into sensory overload. The tenderness of my clitoris from my orgasm and his mouth had me want to pull away. He paused, as if sensing, and then raised his head. His mouth, his chin, glistened. He looked at my stomach and he leaned over me, cupping the scratches with his mouth and licking away my blood. I didn’t understand what it was about that action—what caused my heart to miss multiple beats and had my body aching for him—but the more he licked those wounds, the more aroused I became. I didn’t think it possible to up the level Ifelt.
“You like that, huh?” he said against my wetskin.
“I…yes, and I shouldn’t.” I could hear the hoarseness in my voice. I kept my eyes closed because I didn’t want to see hisface.
“A talk for another day,” he said. He pushed himself back on his heels and then stood. I watched him undo the first few buttons of his soaking wet shirt; he pulled it over his head and his stomach muscles rippled with the effort. He, too slowly, pulled his leather belt through the loops of his trousers, and undid the button. I heard the zipperlower.
I felt his hand behind one knee and he lifted my leg so my heel hooked over his shoulder. I did the same with the other. My lower half was raised off the bench with just my shoulders supportingme.
Mackenzie held his cock and he teased me. He ran the tip over my opening, circling my clitoris. He slowly moved it lower until he pressed very gently on that place he’d been threatening to claim for a while. I didn’t tense that time. I took in a deep breath andwaited.
He chuckled. “You’re not ready for that yet,” hesaid.
Instead, he pushed his cock inside me fast and hard, so that I had to grip with my hands on the side of the bench to stop from sliding. My sweat, my juices had coated the leather, making it slick. He held my hips and he fucked me, groaning out between gritted teeth as he held back fromcoming.
I wished I could touch him. I wanted to taste his body, the musky sweat to the salty cum that would be seeping from his cock. I needed to inhale the heady scent of our sex that permeated the room. I breathed in deep so I could taste us on the humid air. I didn’t seem to be able to get enough, and suddenly it wasoverwhelming.
