Page 29 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“Stop,” I said, and he did,immediately.
“Lauren?” His voice was laced withconcern.
“I need you deeper, harder,” I said between sobs. “Please, unclipme.”
He leaned over my body and released my wrists; I didn’t care to rub them, no matter how sore they were. I was desperate. I swung my body over so I was face down on the leather bench with my legs on either side, arse in the air. I needed him to fuck me from behind. He did. He wrapped his hand around the bun that had loosened and he pulled my hair hard, he slapped my arse as he pumped in and out. The noise of his balls slapping against my pussy, or his palm as it connected with skin, was enough to drive us both over theedge.
His roar bounced around the room. The hair on my neck stood on end at the rumble that had started from the depth of his stomach, travelled up through his body, and was released from his mouth. It was feral, wild, and I absorbed the sound to my very core. I cried as I came. I let the tears drip to the bench, and when Mackenzie pulled from me, I gently lowered myself down. My legs would never hold meup.
I heard the swish of him closing the curtains and I was thankful. I didn’t want my audience to see me now. I didn’t want them to witness the outpouring of emotion and love for a man who had upended me, who had dissolved all my pain and hurt, and who had made me love him so much I physically hurt. I felt him crouch beside the bench. I turned my head to face him. He swept some strands of hair from my flushed and damp cheeks. Ismiled.
“I can’t tell you, Lauren, how much I love you,” hewhispered.
I whimpered as fresh tears came. “At least I haven’t fainted,” Isaid.
He laughed as he helped me to sit. I winced at the sting I feltbelow.
“We need to get you into a bath. Will you wait here forme?”
He didn’t wait for my answer, and I wasn’t sure where he thought I would go anyway. I heard the click of a latch from behind and I turned. I hadn’t noticed a door in the wooden panelling of the wall behind the cross. As it opened I could see a bathroom beyond. I stood and kicked off my shoes. I walked into theroom.
Mackenzie was filling a bath and pouring oil that not only foamed but also gave off the most wonderful scent of bergamot. He undid his trousers, kicked off his shoes and socks, and climbed in; he held out his hand for me to join him. He sat and I snuggled between his legs. I rested my back on his chest and sighed. If I had closed my eyes I would have fallen asleep, and I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to listen to his breathing and feel his heart beat against my skin. I wanted his hands to hold me tight against him and to comfort me as I fell from the high he had givenme.
“Catch me, Mackenzie,” I whispered. My body began to shake as Ispiralled.
“Always, baby,always.”
I must have cried some more. I must have closed my eyes, even when I didn’t want to, because when I opened them again, I was sitting with a towel wrapped around me in a chair in the corner of thebathroom.
“Hey, you’re back with me,” Iheard.
Mackenzie walked towards me with my dress in his hand. He wore a fresh shirt and I wondered where it had comefrom.
“Let’s get you home, shallwe?”
I stood and pulled the dress over my head. I don’t know what happened to the panties but I slipped on the shoes and stepped into hisembrace.
“Thank you. That was…I don’t know what to say,” Isaid.
He chuckled as he kissed my temple. “Are you able to walk out of here? I’m happy to carry you,” hesaid.
“I’m fine, I think. Has…next door…you know?” I whispered. Mackenzie leanedforward.
“Who? The mannext doorwho must have a fucking broken wrist, he would have masturbated so much,gone?”
My eyes widened and then I slapped his chest. “Yes. And how do you know it was aman?”
“You don’t think I’m going to let just anyone watch you, doyou?”
“Youapprovedwho was in thatroom?”
He cupped my face in his hands. “Obviously.” He said it as if it was the mostobviousanswer and I was mad to thinkotherwise.
“Can we go home?” Iasked.
He took my hand and led me from the room. I kept my head low and we didn’t encounter another person until we reached the front door. Veronica’s office door opened and Mackenzie paused. I wished we had kept walking. I heard her heels clip-clop against the tiled floor. She bowed her head to catch myeye.
“Are you okay, Lauren?” she asked,softly.
