Page 5 of The Facilitator, Part 2

Before he’d even finished his sentence I had undone the button on his trousers and lowered the zipper.

I reached in and freed his cock from its confines.

He stared at me while I ran my hand up, feeling the soft skin in my palm.

The more I stroked—the more his face relaxed—those worry lines softened, evened out.

“I hear sex is actually great if you have a headache, so I’m assuming if I do suck your cock , as you so eloquently put it, that will have the same effect,” I said, as sultry as I could. I was never great with the sex talk.

“So I hear. How about we put it to the test?” an impatient Mackenzie replied. He covered my hand with his own and encouraged me to pump faster.

I pulled my hand away and placed both on the arms of the stool.

I lowered at the waist and let him guide his cock into my mouth.

While he took over stroking himself, I ran my lips over his shaft, sucking and licking as I did.

Not that I had sucked many cocks in my time, in fact Mackenzie’s was the second, and I’d performed oral sex way more in the short time we’d been together than the fifteen years I’d been with Scott, but he had a pleasant taste.

I wanted to chuckle, maybe he used some sort of intimate wash; I knew those products were available for women.

“Something funny?” he whispered. I hadn’t realised my smile had been felt.

“Mmm,” was all I could manage as he raised his hips to push his cock farther into my mouth.

I wanted to cough as the tip of his cock hit the back of my mouth, not quite, thankfully, reaching my throat. That was until he pushed my head farther down on him. My mouth watered, saliva slid down the sides of his cock, and I heard him moan.

“That feels so good,” he said, almost with a growl.

Even though his cock stayed hard, I could feel his body start to relax.

He slumped slightly on the stool, and I had to bend a little farther to stay with him.

I felt his fingers tangle in my hair and tighten, which pulled.

From the increase in his breathing rate, I knew he was about to come.

I sucked harder; I made sure to flatten my tongue against the underside of him to add to the pressure.

My jaw ached and I wanted to open my mouth to take in a deep breath.

I threaded one hand into the opening of his trousers; I cupped his balls and felt them tighten as he filled my mouth with his cum.

I swallowed and continued to do so, even though it wasn’t a taste I thought I’d ever like. As I released him from me, he continued to seep cum.

“I think I said once we need to work on your gag reflex. No need now,” he said, and then laughed. It was a nice sound.

“If you could suck your own cock, have your own cum in your mouth, I’m sure you’d never ask me to do that again,” I said, walking to the sink to fill a glass with water.

“Baby, if I could do it myself, I’d be joining you on it.”

I spluttered; spitting out some of the water I was using to wash my mouth out with.

“We’ll have to get started on my list soon,” he said, as he slid from the stool and readjusted himself.

I turned to face him. “We haven’t already?” I asked.

He laughed. “No, I still have you in training,” he replied with a wink. I raised my eyebrows at his comment but let him have that round.

He walked towards me and held my head in his hands. He gave me a gentle kiss to my lips. “I know we have this rule, but I have some things I need to work on. Is that okay with you?”

“Of course. To be honest, I feel like taking a bath and then settling down to read for a bit.”

I walked past him to the hallway. As I did, I trailed my hand over his chest. “We need to talk about your list soon,” I said. His laughter followed me.

A half hour later, I laid in the bath wondering what on earth he could have listed.

I thought what I’d come up with was off the scale, but I soon learned he had all sorts of kinks up his sleeve.

The thought both excited and terrified me.

For a little while, I’d gotten addicted to the adrenaline rush Mackenzie provided for me, I’d also experienced the crash.

The dynamics were different now. We had a relationship.

It wasn’t just fucking, and I believed our sex life was even better because of it.

I may have done some seriously out of character things, and I was still a little embarrassed when I remembered back.

I’d do them all over again, knowing he would be falling asleep beside me, we’d be sharing a bed.

Just the thought, as I lowered my shoulders under the water, brought colour to my cheeks… it also had my pussy pulsing.

I denied myself relief. I liked the pulsing I felt and the tightening to my stomach as a desire to masturbate grew.

I also knew I could call Mackenzie and he’d be in here in a second, if I needed him.

I wanted to know, who was this person who had taken over my mind and body.

I’d never been overly sexual, but then, I’d never had a man like Mackenzie before.

In the short months we’d been together, I’d done unimaginable things and loved every minute of it.

“Long may it last,” I said, as I climbed from the tub and wrapped a towel around myself.

I stepped into the bedroom, coming to an abrupt halt.

“Long may what last?” Mackenzie asked.

He stood in the middle of the room; his shirtsleeves were rolled to his elbows, the top button undone. I stared at his forearms and the pulsing started again. There was something about Mackenzie when he dressed that way—something domineering—and I liked it.

“Long may I love unimaginable things,” I said, as I dropped the towel. I stood, wet and naked, and I wasn’t wet just from the bathwater.

He cocked his head to one side and frowned. I didn’t explain further.

“My list…you asked about it,” he said as he took a step towards me. “It starts this weekend.”

I slowly smiled at him.

“For now, you were good enough to spend some time on me, I believe a gentleman should reciprocate,” he said.

“I like the reciprocation, but I don’t need a gentleman,” I said.

He circled me, close enough for his breath to hit my cooling skin and raise the hairs.

“I very much like this new Lauren. Now, face down on the edge of the bed.”

I stepped forward until my knees hit the side and lowered my body. I reached out and placed my hands on the covers above my head, curling my fingers into the silky material. My arse was in the air, and I could feel cool air as I parted my legs for him.

He ran his fingertip in circles over the skin on my lower back, tracing patterns, drawing pictures.

I concentrated, trying to bring the images to mind.

He blew gently on my wet skin, following the trail his fingers had taken.

My skin prickled and tingled, my nipples hardened.

I felt him push against me as he leaned over, and he grabbed a handful of hair to pull my head up.

I whimpered at his touch as he turned my head to the side and traced a finger over my lips.

“This is how I love to see you, Lauren,” he whispered. “You can’t move from underneath me.”

I was trapped and I was exactly where I wanted to be. I missed the body that pinned me as he moved away.

The spank and the sound as his hand hit skin had me gasp.

His palm rubbed at my arse cheek, soothing before he spanked again.

Before I could respond, he inserted two fingers inside and then slapped the other cheek.

As his palm connected, the sting rushed through my body snapping at nerve endings that sprung to attention, his fingers twisted and pumped inside me.

I could have come there and then, but I held back. I wanted more, much more.

I turned my head to one side, flattening my body against the bed, and pushed back against him a little.

“You like that, huh?” he said quietly. I nodded, but then cried out as his hand connected with my sore backside.

“More, please,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

Three quick spanks to each cheek were enough to tip me over the edge.

I felt my pussy clench around his fingers, heightening the sensation of his movement.

I gasped in a breath as my muscles rolled, as if trying to expel him, and I felt the wetness, heard the sounds of sodden flesh being teased before I shouted out his name.

I knew it pleased him to hear his name fall from my lips during the throes of an orgasm.

He finger fucked me harder, and he dragged his nails down my back, until he was sure I’d given him all I could.

He removed his fingers and I heard him fall to his knees.

He licked and sucked all he could from me, wanting to taste me, inhale my scent and, as he’d often tell me, absorb me.

“Turn over,” I heard. Mackenzie stepped back and turned my body over, leaving my hands above my head.

I watched him look around the room until he had settled on something. He stepped out of view for a moment, and when he returned, I sucked in a deep breath. He held in his hand a leather belt and he showed it to me. That was his way of asking my permission. I nodded.

He let the end of the belt run up my inner thigh, the gentle tickle as it came close to my pussy had me squirm.

When he trailed it through my pubic hair, I squirmed some more.

He gave the belt a gentle flick, the end licked at my clitoris that responded immediately.

I parted my legs farther and heard his chuckle.

He flicked again, a little harder, and I moaned.

I needed some form of touch so I cupped a breast with one hand.

I squeezed and kneaded as he flicked over and over.

It wasn’t a hard flick; I remember the sound as he’d done the same to Veronica one time, but it was enough for my brain to fizzle and fight against the pain, forcing the pleasure to override.