Page 6 of The Facilitator, Part 2

The thoughts of Veronica, the club, the cross, and that evening flooded my mind.

I cried out wanting more as the belt started to flick across my stomach.

I lowered my hand, running my fingers through my opening, feeling the heat and the wetness, coating them and catching the sting as he used the belt to command me to stop.

“No pleasuring yourself, Lauren,” he said, in that tone of voice saved only for when he knew I wanted him to dominate me.

“I need…”

“You need to do what the fuck you’re told,” he replied, cutting me off.

I heard the drawer open and the buzz of one of many toys I seemed to have accumulated.

He ran the vibrator over my pubis and around my opening; I wanted to scream at him to force it inside as far as he could.

I was on fire, desperate for relief. When he did, I gripped the bedding to stop me jolting.

He fucked me with the vibrator as he would with his cock; each time he pushed in, the little arm would hit my clitoris and I’d raise my hips so he could get deeper.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, and a flush deepened on my chest, rising to my neck.

The heat that swirled through me, coursing over my skin, raced after the goose bumps that covered each limb.

My scalp prickled even. I came again. That time I came so hard tears left my eyes.

I flung my arm over my face to hide, knowing how silly that would be while my body convulsed.

I could smell myself; I could feel wetness run down to the bed as Mackenzie withdrew the vibrator. I was sure I’d need another bath.

The bed dipped beside me. I felt his hand on my wrist and he pulled my arm away. I turned my head to face him and smiled.

“You appeared to enjoy that little encounter, Miss Perry,” he said.

“I did, very much so.”

He nodded as if approving of my answer. “Stand,” he said.

I slid to the edge of the bed and stood.

He placed his arm under my legs and lifted me, carrying me back into the bathroom.

He pushed the controls for the shower and, although fully clothed, he stepped into the shower.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

He let me slide down his body until I was standing and he wrapped his arms around me.

His kiss was loving and gentle. His hands circled my backside, soothing where he’d spanked.

Water flowed over us, soaking through his shirt.

I stepped back and looked at him. His tattoos showed through the material, his hair was plastered to his forehead.

His leather shoes looked patent. I laughed as he smiled at me.

I don’t think I could ever love anyone more than I did him.

“I want to soothe your ass,” he said.

“It doesn’t sting, I don’t need you to,” I replied as I undid his buttons.

“Then I didn’t do a good enough job.”

“You did exactly what I wanted. Now, I’m getting all wrinkly and you need to shower.”

He pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes, and undressed all without leaving the steaming cubicle. I left him to shower and, for a second time, wrapped myself in a towel. I was in my PJs and sitting on the bed with a book in my hands by the time he came into the bedroom.

“Lauren, when I spank you, I care for you after, this isn’t how it works,” he said, waving his arm over me.

“Mackenzie, I know, and I’m grateful you want to care for me but this time, I cared for myself.” I picked up the aloe vera he so favoured and waved it back at him. “You just like touching my arse some more,” I said, and was pleased to see him chuckle.

“As much as you are the perfect distraction, I need to get some work done,” he said. He gave me a wink as he left the bedroom.

Mackenzie was very much into his aftercare, and I appreciated that after a full on session with him.

But a couple of spanks didn’t warrant any more of his time.

I was quite happy to slather on the soothing lotion and read my book.

I was at a particular juicy part of the mafia romance I’d chosen and was keen to continue.

A chill woke me. The room was in darkness and I picked up my mobile to check the time.

I frowned when I saw it was just after two in the morning.

I still sat on top of the duvet and the book had fallen to one side.

On the bedside table was a full cup of cold tea, so I guessed Mackenzie had brought it up at some point, but he wasn’t beside me.

I climbed from the bed and made my way downstairs.

Although the house was in darkness, I could see a slither of light under his home office door.

It wasn’t a bright light so I assumed it was the desk lamp casting a glow.

I pushed open the door gently and saw Mackenzie with his head on his folded arms across the desk.

“Hey,” I called out quietly. I didn’t want to startle him.

He looked up, blinking.

“Shit, did I fall asleep?” he asked.

“I guess so.”

“Well, I’ll be…I’ve never done that before.”

“You’re tired, Mackenzie. Maybe you have too much on your mind?”

“Maybe. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“I must have fallen asleep myself. I woke and you weren’t there.”

Mackenzie stood and stretched out his back. He raised his arms over his head and the T-shirt he wore rose, showing a toned stomach.

“Are you admiring my body, Miss Perry?”

“Always, but I’m more worried about your state of mind. I’m here if you want to talk about anything,” I answered.

He walked around the desk and put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. He placed a kiss on my temple.

“There is something on my mind, but I’d rather process it first, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course, I don’t. I just want you to know I might be able to help.”

He smiled but didn’t answer. Instead, we walked back to the bedroom. He stripped off the T-shirt and jeans he’d worn after his shower and climbed under the duvet.

“Naked, please? I want to feel you, skin on skin,” he whispered as I was about to join him. I stripped and slid under the duvet beside him.

Mackenzie wrapped his arm around me and I curled into his side. I placed one hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat steadily and hooked one leg over his.

“Are you really okay?” I asked quietly.

“I am now.” He didn’t speak anymore, and I listened as his breathing deepened when he fell asleep. It took me a while to drop off; I wasn’t convinced by his answer.