Page 95 of The Facilitator: Part 2
I had never felt a sensation like it when he closed his teeth around my clitoris. It both stung and burned, it was delicious and awful, it produced shudders through my body and down my legs, and I could have comeagain.
“My cunt is yours!” I shouted. The relief I felt when he pulled his head away weakened myknees.
He gently licked, flattening his tongue across my opening, and then blowing so very gently to soothe me. Hestood.
His chin, his lips, were slick, and he smelled of me as he closed in. The tang of metallic, acidic, bloodlike arousal wafted over me, and every brain cell fired off a message at the same time. Although between fight and flight, I was in such a heightened state of arousal it paralysed me. He ran his tongue over mylips.
“Taste yourself,” he whispered. I did. I licked his lips, the tip of my tongue trailed over his chin, his slight stubblescratched.
“I want to taste that again,” Isaid.
He pushed two fingers inside me, twisting and pumping until he was sure they were coated. He removed them and pressed down on my lower lip. I opened my mouth and sucked themin.
“Your taste is addictive, isn’t it?” he growled. I couldn’t answerhim.
“You’re addictive,” hewhispered.
With that, he pulled his fingers away and the end of the belt got towork.
Sweat ran down between my breasts. His chest had a sheen as the heat in the room turned to humidity. The combination of smells was overwhelming: erotic, and musky. I took a large lungful of air through my nose, inhaling the scent. The fusion aroused mefurther.
A slight draft wafted over my body and I opened my eyes. Mackenzie had stepped away. I watched as he unzipped his jeans and let them fall. He stepped out and then cupped his cock with his freehand.
He slid his hand up and down, all the time staring at me. If the sight of him—one hand pleasuring himself, the other with the leather belt wrapped around it and hanging by his side—was the last my eyes would see, it would be enough of an image to last mylifetime.
His cock was rigid, the veins so prominent as the blood pumped. It pulsed a little in his hand and the shine as pre-cum wept onto his thumb had me moan somemore.
His stomach muscles tightened and he threw his head back. His jaw was so tense, his teeth clenched as his cum spurted over his hand, and he milked his cock for all it would giveme.
“That’s mine,” I said, not recognising my voice atall.
He slowly brought his head forward and smiled, a dangerous smile. He was still, slowly, running his hand up and down his cock as he stepped towardsme.
“This is yours?” He held his hand up, and his cum coated hisfingers.
I nodded, completely unsure what he was going to donext.
“If you were faced away, Lauren, this would make a useful lubricant to fuck your ass.Instead…”
He placed two fingertips on my lips, and as before, I sucked his fingers clean. I licked his cum—still with a hint of me in the mix—from his hand, from his palm, and his moan as I did so hit my very core. He palmed my face, smearing what little was left on my skin as he kissed me. I was sure he would taste himself and that thought was so dirty I ached withdesire.
Mackenzie untied my ankles and the relief I could give myself by squeezing my legs tightly together was wonderful. Pulses of pleasure rolled through my stomach. He unhooked the ties from the finials and I wasfreed.
“Turn around,” he said, clearly not done with me. “Place your hands on thedoors.”
I was in thefriskposition just as the sting of the leather across my arse had me cry out. Again, and again, he flicked the belt. Again, and again, I demanded more. When I cried out needing to come, he stopped. I turned my head sharply to look at him. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, deposited me roughly on the top and he sat astride me. He grabbed my wrists and held them above myhead.
“Do not move from that position,” hesaid.
I didn’t respond; he’d know my answer. Right then he could do what the fuck he wanted, as long as a fuck was included. I was desperate for him to be inside me. I didn’t have to wait long. He shuffled back and raised my hips a little. He was none too gentle when he pushed inside me. Holding himself above me, he fucked me so hard the solid wooden bed rocked against the wall, and its legs screeched on the planked floor. That sound was drowned out by my moans and hisgrowls.
I know I came, I felt it. I felt every muscle tense, heat and ice prick at my skin, and my body shook. I also knew I passed out,again.
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Iwokesome hours later and all I could smell was that damn aloe vera Mackenzie was so keen on for his aftercare. Of course, I missed all the aftercare, but I knew I was cleaned, any redness or stings were soothed with the cooling lotion, and he would not have left my side. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me and the sun was halfway raised. I reached out and touched him. When he turned, he held his phone and I was unsure of the look on his face. My stomachfell.
He turned his phone tome.
