Page 64 of The Facilitator: Part 3
“I’m going to feed you,” I whispered. “Open your mouth. Remember, chew it just once.”
I poured the delicacy into her mouth. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. For a moment she held it there and frowned. She didn’t screw her face up in disgust as she had before. Instead, she placed her head to one side. I saw her jaw chew twice and then she swallowed. She opened her eyes.
“That was nicer than last time,” she said, dabbing her lips with her napkin.
“Okay, try this one.”
I dripped a little Tabasco on the next. Lauren didn’t do spicy food generally but the Tabasco cut through the saltiness and brought a different taste to the seafood. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I wanted to replace the oyster with my tongue and chuckled at the thought.
From the deepened frown, I wasn’t sure she likedthat one as much as the first. While I waited, I poured an oyster into my own mouth. I inhaled while I held the salty liquid in my mouth, it heightened the taste. I chewed to release more liquid and then I swallowed. They were fresh and light, tasted of the sea, and were one of my favorite foods.
“I’m not sure on that one,” Lauren said, after she’d swallowed. “You try,” she said.
She picked up the bottle and dripped the Tabasco onto the oyster. She held it to my lips. I opened my mouth and she poured. I raised my chin and let the oyster slide down my throat. I then licked my lips.
“Bloody hell, Mackenzie, you make eating food look sexy,” she whispered.
“Are you wet?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“One more,” I said.
She closed her eyes and I placed a small amount of chili oil on the next oyster. When she opened her mouth, I slid my hand under the tablecloth and between her thighs. She giggled and parted her legs. I ran my fingers over her opening while I poured the oyster onto her tongue. Of course, I hoped the moan was because I was stroking her pussy rather than the spicy oyster.
“One more,” she said, echoing my words. Her voice was throaty.
I squeezed more lemon over one and leaned close to her. I poured the oyster in to my own mouth and then covered her lips with mine. Her tongue darted in and I allowed the oyster to transfer from my mouth to hers. I felt her moan and she tried to close her thighs. I plunged my fingers inside her and with the other hand, I gripped her chin holding her face to mine. Our tongues danced around the lemon and salty oyster. When I pulled away, she swallowed.
“Oh my God,” Lauren whispered. I removed my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.
I finished the last of the oysters, chuckling at the flush to her cheeks.
Our main course was a light fish in a lemon sauce. We ate and chatted quietly. She wanted to know what was for dessert and I refused to tell her. She drank another glass of wine and was eager for the server to remove our empty dishes.
Veronica approached the table. “When you’re ready,” she said. She left us alone then.
I sat and watched Lauren. She smiled back at me. “Are we ready?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied and then I stood. Again, I held out my hand and she took it.
We walked back to the hall and by the way Lauren veered toward the stairs, she assumed we were heading upstairs to one of the rooms. I held her hand tight andthe frown that crossed her forehead showed her confusion. Instead, I walked her out through the library. We could have headed one of two ways. To the right were the cottages. I headed to the left, only then did Lauren chuckle.
“I know,” she whispered, laughing.
We walked into the spa and were greeted by a therapist, one that had been brought in specifically for us.
“Please, this way,” we were told. No names were exchanged.
We were shown to a couple’s suite and given some privacy to change into robes. I chuckled at the privacy part. I opened a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses. I handed one to Lauren. We walked through into the therapy lounge and Lauren paused. The room glittered with candles and the smell was a little overwhelming but Lauren appeared to love it. She took a deep breath and smiled.
“I love this,” she whispered.
“Ma’am?” We turned to see the therapist, who stood beside a large bed. Lauren walked toward her. “May I take your robe?” She held out her hand. Lauren looked at me and I nodded.
She slid the robe from her body, leaving her standing naked. She was encouraged to lie on her back and I was invited to join her on the bed or take a chair. Ichose the chair. I sipped on my champagne and watched.
