Page 17 of The Facilitator, Part 2

T he house was quiet as we walked in. Normally we would have seen or heard Kerry.

I placed my handbag on a chair by a sideboard, while Mackenzie slid off his jacket and placed it over the handrail of the banister.

I expected him to walk to the kitchen as was normal but he didn’t.

He turned to me and without speaking he held out his hand.

“What…?” I started.

“Shush,” he replied. I took his hand.

He led me to the door that would take us down to the basement gym. I followed as he led the way. He dimmed the lights and turned down the air conditioning. Cool and retina burning bright wasn’t what he wanted, obviously.

I stood in the middle of the room while he walked around. I watched him; he was deep in thought and concentration. I didn’t speak, it seemed it would break the mood if I had. Mackenzie had other ideas.

“Do you know what sensory deprivation is?” he asked, his voice had taken on that gravelly tone that seemed to bounce around my stomach coming to land on my pussy.

Although he’d asked a question, he hadn’t looked at me. I didn’t think he was expecting an answer from me. It wasn’t hard to figure out what it meant but how it played out in a gym baffled me.

“Remove your shirt,” he said, still with his back to me, scanning a shelving unit that held a multitude of equipment.

I unbuttoned my cuffs, and then, starting at the bottom of the shirt, I slipped each button free.

By the time I’d finished, Mackenzie was behind me.

He slipped the shirt from my shoulders. I stood in heels and a black pencil skirt.

A black lace bra covered nipples that had started to pucker.

I felt him lower the zipper and the skirt pooled at my feet.

I stepped out of it. Mackenzie picked it up and placed it with my shirt over a weight bar.

My bra was the next to be removed, instead of it joining the rest of my clothes; Mackenzie tied my wrists behind my back with it.

“First, you lose the ability to touch,” he whispered.

My fingertips tingled at the thought they couldn’t feel his skin under them.

I felt his lips at the side of my neck and I tilted my head away to give him better access.

He scooped my loose hair, wrapping it around his fist, and held it to one side.

He ran his nose, his tongue followed, over my skin and I could feel a mewl leave my lips.

There was something about the way he’d kiss my neck, especially the back, under my hair, that always got me hot.

“Now…”

He placed his hands at either side of my panties and slid them to my ankles. I lifted one, then the other as he removed them. I heard him inhale and my stomach clenched that he had just smelled them.

“Close your eyes.”

He tied the panties around my head to blindfold me. It was tight, but that tightness ensured total blackout.

“Second, you lose the ability to see.”

The minute sight and touch were denied I could feel my other senses begin to heighten. I could smell my arousal and my mouth watered.

“I want you to walk to the massage table,” he whispered. He turned me to face the right way, and with his hands on my arms, he guided me.

To walk without sight, to be guided by him, only without the ability to reach out meant I had to give complete trust and he knew that.

It was similar to the game we’d play as kids.

Someone would stand behind us and we’d fall, praying they’d catch us.

The same trepidation rolled over me but I knew he’d always catch me.

“You’re here. I’m going to turn you and you’ll feel the bed behind your knees. I want you to lie down on it.”

I did as he asked. He helped me swing my legs to the bed and I wriggled to get comfortable.

I flattened my palms so I didn’t have fists digging into my back.

I could hear Mackenzie walk around me; he parted my legs a little, and ran his fingertips up my thighs and over my stomach.

He stepped away and when he returned I felt his lips on mine, and then he placed something over my head that covered my ears.

Mackenzie had noise-cancelling headphones in the gym. He believed if all he could hear was his own heartbeat he could control it more. He didn’t want the disruption of any outside noise.

Thump

Thump

Thump

My heart was a steady beat and that alone surprised me. I was immobilised without sight and hearing. I could smell and I could taste, I could speak but I didn’t feel the need to. I wanted to just be.

For a moment nothing happened. I felt nothing other than the temperature rise a little.

I started to relax. That was until I sensed the faintest touch over my stomach.

It was soft, feathery, it tickled but not in a way that had me laughing.

It was a sensation I hadn’t experienced before.

I loved it, and then I didn’t. It became an itch I couldn’t scratch.

I sucked in my stomach muscles, and I think it was because I couldn’t see what was touching my skin I was cautious of it. The nerve endings that coated my skin were firing off signals my brain couldn’t compute.

Thump

Thump

Thump

My heart beat faster and harder.

Mackenzie proved just how well he could read my body when he stopped.

For a moment, nothing happened until a drip of hot liquid hit my navel.

Another drip farther down, and then more, moving in circles over my stomach, breasts, and shoulder.

I could feel it run down my sides and a vanilla scent filled the air. I smiled, this one I liked.

Mackenzie’s hands spread the oil over my body; he massaged, kneaded, and rolled skin under his palms. He used his thumbs to flatten out knots and his fingertips to give the lightest touch over my nipples that demanded more.

His hands ran up and down my inner thighs, never quite getting to where I wanted him to be. I smiled knowing that was deliberate.

I didn’t trust myself to speak, to ask him to pleasure me, because I was sure the sound that left my lips would be nothing more than a squeak or a moan.

I was so relaxed I could feel my body sinking lower into the leather massage bed.

My limbs became heavier the more he ran his hands over my body, alternating between hard squeezes and feather-light touches.

He ran his fingers up and over my neck, following my jawline to my chin.

He spread oil over lips that had dried. I parted them a little.

My tongue darted out to lick the pad of his thumb as it drew across my lips.

He pushed his thumb harder until I parted my lips and sucked.

He pressed down, flattening my tongue and forcing my jaw open.

I drew in a deep breath as he smeared something sweet over my top lip.

It dripped into my mouth and my tongue fought to taste.

It smelled of chocolate and I chuckled. When he removed his thumb I was able to taste.

Too slowly Mackenzie drew both hands down my chest, circling my breasts until, eventually, his rough palms grazed over them.

He pinched hard and I gasped, he pinched again, holding each nipple between his fingertips until they numbed.

I held my breath when he released, waiting for the sting that would follow, a sensation that would connect to my clitoris and make it throb with desire.

It was as if there was a nerve pathway connecting those parts of my body that would produce the most desire when stimulated.

I was grateful for the hand that continued to travel down and came to rest covering my pussy.

I raised my hips slightly, parted my legs as far as the edge of the bed, an invitation to explore.

Without warning, he inserted two fingers inside.

He curled, stroking the wall inside and I moaned with pleasure.

His thumb teased my clitoris to the point I was ready to orgasm.

It was gentle, like the waves on a beach on a calm day; it rolled over me unrelenting but also serene.

When Mackenzie removed his fingers, I missed them immediately.

That was until I smelled my scent and felt him hover just over my lips.

I opened my mouth and, once again, sucked.

The sweet from the chocolate, with the acidic sour from inside me was a heady mix. One I very much enjoyed.

I felt the bed dip and assumed Mackenzie had climbed on to the end.

He covered my body with his. One hand slid around my hips and ran down one leg.

He lifted that until I was slightly side-on, and then I felt his cock as he pushed inside me.

I hooked the raised leg around his backside; his hand circled my arse cheek.

As he rocked in and out, he fingered my arse.

I wanted to see him, to watch his pupils dilate with desire for me.

I wanted to hear his breathing or his gravelly voice, or the low moan he’d emit when he was ready to come.

I wanted to feel the sweat roll down between his shoulder blades as he held himself so taut above my body.

I wanted to run my fingers over his muscles as they contracted with every regulated movement.

I could do none of that. All I could do was smell him, feel him, and drown in the waves of pleasure he was giving me.

When Mackenzie came it was a beautiful sight and I missed it.

I had to picture the tension in his jaw, the tightening of his stomach muscles as he gave in.

I had to imagine the moan or the whisper of my name from gritted teeth.

I could feel him tense, and I most certainly could feel his cock pulse inside me, and then he stilled.

The cool air that whispered over my body, as he climbed from the bed, caused my skin to goose bump.

He removed the earphones and for a moment it was still so silent.

He pulled off the makeshift blindfold and the smile I saw choked me.

He rolled me to my side so he could untie my wrists and he helped me to sit.

Without another word, I stood. I placed my palms on his chest and I gently walked him back until it was his legs that hit the weight bench.

He sat, I straddled him, and with his cum running down my thighs, I fucked him.

I watched, I tasted, I felt, I smelled. I did everything that was denied to me. I did it with such fervour I cramped, but I wanted him and I took him. Of course, he complied and we came together.

I rested my forehead on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. He kissed the side of my head and ran his hands through my hair. I felt him soften inside me and only then did I look up at him.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I know, and I love you more, Lauren.”

He placed his hands at either side of my head and kissed me.

His tongue demanded attention as it tangled with mine and I gave in to him.

For all his ‘you can fuck me, Lauren’ statements, he finished with letting me know he was in control.

I smiled against his mouth. He could have that round, for now.