Page 15 of The Facilitator: Part 3
I rolled the sleeves of my shirt up to my elbows and watched her lick her lips. Lauren had a thing for my forearms and I wasn’t going to discourage that.
I walked to the glass panel in the wall and I flicked a switch. A red light came on both sides.
The glass lightened slightly. Whoever was on the other side had opened the heavy red velvet drapes. From that moment on, we would be watched until I decided we wouldn’t.
Another light illuminated that the microphone was also on. They’d hear us as well as see us.
I stalked toward her and watched her swallow hard. I picked up her wrist, bringing her knuckles to my lips. I kissed and then licked down her finger, sucking one into my mouth. She closed her eyes at the sensation.
“Step on the platform,” I whispered.
I raised her wrist and attached her to the rack by a cuff. I did the same with the other. Both arms were secured above her head. I lowered myself, running my hands down her sides, over her hips, and then her thighs. Her muscles quivered. I slid my hand around her ankle and moved her foot to the side. I secured her there, repeating the process ever so slowly with the other. When she was secure, I turned the frame so she was facing the window. She wouldn’t see them, but they’d have a clear view of her.
Obviously, I knew who was on the other side of that glass. I wasn’t allowing just any fuck to watch my wife. They were a new couple to the club, young, married, and entrepreneurs. I wanted their first experience in voyeurism to be one they’d remember. More importantly, I wanted my wife’s first experience in exhibitionism to be one she’d not forget.
I walked to the cabinet and opened a bottle of water; I took a gulp and kicked off my loafers. I opened the cupboard and retrieved a paddle, a flogger, a remote controlled vibrating egg, and a butt plug with lubricant. I placed them all on the bench next to her. I held the bottle of water to her lips, allowing the water to drip down her body while she drank. The room was already hot and humid.
I picked up the egg and, making sure to stand to oneside, pushed it inside her. There was no need to lubricate; Lauren was already so wet. I held the remote and clicked a button as I stood back.
She gasped and closed her eyes. She clamped her mouth closed, remembering my instruction not to speak, but she moaned.
“That’s good, yeah?” I whispered and she nodded. I clicked on to the next setting and she gasped.
I left it running while I picked up a flogger. It was my favorite item to use on her. The strands could produce such exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time. I trailed it over her chest, across her breasts and down her stomach. I wanted her to just feel the leather on her skin.
Lauren had wanted me to fuck her while someone watched, I wanted more than that.
I wanted to make my wife come so hard they’d see her orgasm. I wanted them to hear the slap of leather on skin, the sound of my cock pounding her pussy, and I wanted them to be so aroused by that.
I was turned on by the power I held in that room and the one next door.
I flicked the strands of leather against her skin and she arched her back. She bit down on her lower lip. I flicked again, a little harder that time. Her nipples hardened and I wanted to suck on them, but I didn’t. Instead, I teased the strands of leather over them.
I chose a different setting for the egg and she cried out that time. I could see her strain to close her thighs, to give herself some relief and I slapped the flogger against her inner thighs in punishment. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed, she was absorbing all the sensations I was giving her. She’d never looked as beautiful to me. Her skin had pinked, sweat had beaded on her forehead from the humidity, and her stomach muscles tensed and relaxed. She wanted to writhe, to move, but she couldn’t.
When I slapped the flogger against her pussy, she cried out loud.
“Quiet, or I’ll gag you,” I said. She panted and I knew she’d never manage quiet.
I gently turned the rack around. She was facing the mirrored wall and her ass was facing the window. I ran the flogger down her spine, causing her to shiver. She moaned quietly as the egg carried on stimulating her inside.
I picked up the paddle, and without warning, I slapped her ass cheek. She gasped at the sting, moaned against her clamped teeth, and more so when I lowered to lick over the reddened flesh.
I did the same to the other cheek and she couldn’t contain her cry that time. I knew if she wanted me to stop, she’d tell me. I trusted her to know her limit and I admired her time and time again when she exceededthat. My stomach lurched when I heard a small voice speak.
“More,” she whispered.
I pulled the egg from inside her, a strand of her juices followed and I was desperate for that. I moved in front of her and knelt. I held her ass and I forced my face into her pussy. They’d see my tongue as I licked and sucked, they’d hear the noises and the moans I made at the sweet taste of her.
I reached for the lubricant and squeezed it over her ass and then I inserted the silver butt plug. When I stood, I stared straight into her eyes, she gave me a smile and a small nod. She reached forward to lick her juices from my lips; our guests would have seen that in the mirror.
The vibrator was the next item I selected. I switched it on and at first, I ran it over her back and across her ass, removing the plug as I did. I lowered it and slid it across her opening, teasing her clitoris with it. The chains her legs and arms were secured with rattled, that sound traveled straight to my cock.
I pushed the vibrator inside her, rotating and sliding, using my finger to tease her clitoris at the same time. She gasped for air, straining against the rack. I walked the rack around so she was facing the glass and I fucked her with the vibrator. When she was about to come, I pulled it from her.
“No!” she hissed and I chuckled.
The wrists cuffs were holding her up, her legs were shaking as her denied orgasm affected her. “Please,” she whispered.
