Page 3 of The Facilitator, Part 2

M ackenzie was the chef and I was more than happy to sit back and watch him at work.

He had a kitchen of high-tech gadgets that he worked like a pro.

I smiled and silently chuckled at the caress of a stainless steel mixer as he whipped up hummus and sliced carrots.

He placed those on the kitchen island, and before I could pick up a carrot stick, he dipped his finger in—using his other hand to cup my chin—and pressed his finger against my lips until I opened my mouth. I sucked the hummus from his skin.

“I think those lips look better around my cock,” he whispered, as he brought his face close to mine.

“I’m sure they do, but right now, they and the body attached to them, are hungry,” I replied.

He gave me a wink before returning to his domain.

For his complicated life and ways, Mackenzie was a very simple eater.

Within a half hour, he served a rare steak with a salad accompanied by a homemade dressing.

He sat beside me, and as we ate, he asked me about my day.

We chatted for a little while about work until the food was eaten.

From that moment, all talk of work was to end.

It was a rule he’d put in place when I’d moved in with him, otherwise he would spend all day and all evening, even well into the night on his laptop.

I wasn’t sure he’d manage to keep up with it, of course.

I wouldn’t blame him if he popped online at some point.

He had business in the U.S. that needed taking care of, and as much as there was a short amount of time when the clocks aligned, I could see the temptation for him to head to his home office sometimes.

“I think I might need to start using some of that fancy gym equipment you have if I keep eating like that,” I said, rubbing my stomach.

“I have other ideas for the gym equipment, although I suspect that will also keep you fit.”

Mackenzie had a look of ‘naughty’ on his face. He reached out and took hold of my hand, encouraging me to stand. Without a word, he walked me to the door in the hall that would lead down to the basement gym.

“You know, there is no need for the club or implements designed to spank or tease. It’s all here,” he said.

“But I like the club.”

“And we shall return, soon. But for now…” He reached over to open the door and then stepped back to allow me to walk down the stairs first.

Each light positioned beside the treads of the stairs illuminated, some flickered, lighting the way as I descended. My heart sped up a little, and I was unsure what to expect. Had Mackenzie had the room redesigned? It had been a light-hearted conversation we’d had once.

As I took the last step down, the room lit up.

Nothing had changed. To one side was the weight bench, the yoga mats on the floor.

The Smith machine stood shining in the opposite corner.

However, it was as I studied each piece of equipment I started to smile.

I could feel Mackenzie directly behind me.

He didn’t touch me, but I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he leaned in close.

“Do you see it, Lauren? Do you see all the places I could fuck you, I could restrain you?” he whispered, as his lips brushed against my skin just under my ear, I shivered.

“Do you see the hooks and pulleys, the bars that could hold your ankles or your wrists?”

I gently nodded. I could see it all.

“Do you smell the leather under your naked body? Do you feel the chill of the air whisper against your skin?” I could feel his body pinned against mine, his rigid cock pressed into my lower back.

I lifted my gaze to a rack on a wall. It held skipping ropes, bandages to support wrists and tape up hands, and what looked like duct tape, to support muscles, was stacked in colour order.

I saw restraints. As much as I wanted to continue to feel his breath on my skin, I silently walked towards that rack.

I picked up a roll of tape. I looked to my left.

A black leather weight bench was calling to me.

I walked over and stood with my hands behind my back, still holding the tape.

I heard his footsteps on the tiled floor.

The hair on my arms rose in anticipation, my stomach knotted gently, and my breath caught in my throat as I felt him take the tape from my hand.

The crackle sound as he ripped the material from the second layer caused my core to tighten.

The pinch of tape around my wrists was welcomed. As was the palm placed between my shoulder blades that encouraged me forward. Mackenzie supported my body as I lowered my chest to the bench.

“Keep your legs straight, Lauren,” he whispered.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in. I was bent over at the waist, legs spread to support myself, and my cheek pressed to the soft leather. I inhaled the slightly chemical scent the bench had previously been cleaned with.

I felt Mackenzie’s hands at either side of my hips.

They slid down to the hem of my skirt, gently pulling it to my waist and his hands moved back up my thighs.

He bunched my skirt at my waist. The trail of his fingertips over my backside and down the back of my thighs brought goose bumps to my skin.

The circular motion he made across my arse cheeks sent shivers through me.

“I think we need to lose these,” he whispered.

Mackenzie had no choice, I guessed, but to push his fingers through the delicate lace of my panties; he could hardly roll them down my legs for removal. I hissed out through clenched teeth as his fingers swiped over my opening.

“So wet,” he whispered.

He sighed as the material of my panties stopped him trailing farther up.

“This is no good,” I heard him say under his breath. Before I could speak he had torn the panties at the side. It unbalanced me a little. The ruined material then slid down one leg. “Much better.”

His fingers swiped back over my opening, dragging the wetness up and over my arse, lubricating me.

My legs shook ever so slightly with anticipation.

For as much as I said ‘never’ would my arse be fucked, the thought of his fingers in the one place I viewed as the most naughty had me desperate for him.

If it would have had the desired effect, I would have pushed my arse back towards him, but I’d already learned, there was no rushing Mackenzie.

He surprised me, though. I heard the creak of his leather shoes and the rustle of trousers as he lowered himself. He placed his palms on my arse cheeks and he spread them. I felt his hot breath against my skin and his tongue as he circled; I tensed.

His tongue continued to run over my skin, lapping at the wetness he’d spread, getting closer and closer to an area I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with.

I tensed some more and then relaxed when Mackenzie moved down to circle my clitoris.

I felt his chuckle against my skin, and I took a deep breath in and smiled.

He could read my body so well; there was no need for words.

“I will claim your ass,” he whispered, before plunging his tongue inside me.

I chuckled as I absorbed the fluttering in my stomach, the racing of my heart, and the heat that travelled up my body, coming to rest as a flush to my neck and cheeks.

He licked, sucked, and nipped until I was ready to come. Mackenzie was good at a lot of things, but he was amazing at oral sex.

I gasped as he moved away, just before I came. “Orgasm denial isn’t something I’m usually into, but I need to fuck you, Lauren,” he said. There was desperation in his voice I hadn’t heard before.

Mackenzie reached down; he placed his hands on my upper arms and helped me to stand.

He turned me to face him—and before I could speak—his mouth was on mine, his hands were tangled in my hair gripping and pulling.

His kiss dragged the air from my lungs, and maybe it was because I’d spent too long in a position my body wasn’t used to, but my legs trembled. I pulled my head away.

“I’m going to fall,” I whispered.

“I’ll catch you, always.”

I lowered myself so I was sitting on the bench and gently laid back. I lifted both legs to snake around his waist.

“Fuck me, Mackenzie,” I said.

“Is that a command?”

“You bet your sweet arse it is.”

He laughed as he unzipped his trousers, releasing his rigid cock. It throbbed in his hand as he initially pleasured himself before running the head over my opening. I tightened my legs around his waist, raising my body so I was supported only on my shoulder blades. He fucked me hard and fast.

I watched his face, the vein that bulged on his forehead and the way he bit down on his lower lip.

I watched the bead of sweat run down his temple and the strain of muscle on the side of his neck.

He held my hips tight, and I was sure I’d bruise.

He growled out my name as I came, shortly followed by his own release.

Mackenzie gently lowered my legs, and he tucked his cock back inside his trousers before helping me to sit up.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He frowned at me. “Of course, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, you seemed…off, earlier when you kissed me.”

He sighed as he helped me to stand. He turned me around and peeled the tape off my wrists. As I turned back to him, he raised one to his lips and gently kissed the pink skin.

“Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by how much I love you, that’s all,” he whispered.

I blinked back the tears as I placed my palm on the side of his face.