Page 30 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“More than okay, although I’m processing,” Isaid.
She laughed gently. “I understand. Take care now, won’t you?” she said, and then she cupped my chin and raised my face. She kissed my lips and then stepped quickly away. I wasn’t sure how torespond.
“I don’t think it’s the men I need to worry about,” Mackenzie said, as he led me through the frontdoor.
“I’m not sure I liked that,” Isaid.
“Okay, I’ll talk to hertomorrow.”
“Oh fuck…just get me home,please?”
He laughed as he opened the rear door himself, not waiting for the driver to even come to a full stop. I slid in and slumped, grateful for the soft leather that seemed to mould aroundme.
I dozed all the way home but was glad to leave the car and step out into the cold air. I wanted to clear my head. Mackenzie would be sure to want adebriefand assurance I was okay. He was always so concerned about me and his need to care for me after any form ofunvanillasex was sometimes suffocating. I didn’t need my arse slathered with aloe vera or some such shit. I didn't need to dissect, I needed to be held and loved. I needed to laugh at the sounds that had been so arousing in the moment but were cringe-worthy in memory. It was important to him,though.
We sat in the kitchen and he made me a cup of tea. He’d practiced his tea making over the months we’d lived together, and although still closer to gnat’s piss than normal, he was getting better. He sat and looked atme.
“Talk to me, Lauren,” hesaid.
“I loved this evening. I don’t necessarily love the inquisition after; it’s not needed. I honestly think you need to trust I would tell you if there was something I wasn’t happy with. However, I do want to talk about a couple ofthings.”
“Goon…”
“I don’t actually know where to start.” I could feel my cheekscolouring.
“You enjoyed when I licked the blood from your stomach. It seemed to set something off inside you. I felt every muscle inside you contract, I could hear the desire in yourmoans.”
All I could do was nod, initially. “I don’t want to explore that…where you cutpeople…”
Mackenzie held up his hand. “I hope theyouis just the collective. I’ve never done that, and it’s not something I’d do. Blood play it’s called. It’s not for us,baby.”
“Good, but why did it affect it me somuch?”
“I think it’s a combination of things. You were at the point you needed so much more from me to come, and that was maybe something new. Did you enjoy what wedid?”
I nodded myhead.
“Then that’s all we need to worry about. It’s important to me that you can tell me exactly how you feel, and I do trust you can, and you will. So no moreinquisitions,okay?”
I smiled at him. “Thank you. Now, point number two. Why did Veronica kiss me on the lips? I know what happened before, but am I wrong to think that was a little over the mark? Anyone could haveseen.”
“Veronica is bisexual, obviously. However, I don’t think there was anything sexual in it. She’ll kiss on the lips as a form of affection sometimes. And before you ask, no, she has never kissed me, nor Iher.”
“I don’t care if you’d snogged the face of her, before me, of course. It took me by surprise, that’s all. I don’t want you to mention it to her, I’ll just be sure to turn my head nexttime.”
I squirmed on the hard leatherstool.
“What do you need, baby?” he asked quietly. I guessed I was wrong to think he wouldn’t want to care for meafter.
“An ice pack, if I’m honest,” I said, with a laugh. “And you to not actually say any of the words relating to what we did. I’d be tooembarrassed.”
“I inserted my whole hand into you, and…” he started, raising his hand in theair.
“La la la la,” I sang, covering my ears and closing my eyes. I most certainly did not wish to hear that word, ever, and I absolutely did not need avisual.
Mackenzie picked me up and carried me upstairs. He gently laid me on the bed and I wriggled out of my dress. He slipped off my shoes and grabbed a pair of fleecy PJs from a drawer. He helped me into them. I removed the choker and handed it to him. He placed it back in the velvet-cushioned box and took it into his closet. It would sit in the safe until another appropriate occasion arose where I could wear it. He placed my book on the bedside cabinet and asked me to wait while he ran backdownstairs.
He returned a few minutes later with a hot water bottle that he placed on my stomach, and a fresh mug of tea, one shade closer to my desired colour. He slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the bed beside me. While he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, I sipped my tea and read mybook.
Now, that was the kind of aftercare I could get usedto.
