Page 30 of The Facilitator, Part 3

I poured the delicacy into her mouth. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. For a moment she held it there and frowned. She didn’t screw her face up in disgust as she had before. Instead, she placed her head to one side. I saw her jaw chew twice and then she swallowed. She opened her eyes.

“That was nicer than last time,” she said, dabbing her lips with her napkin.

“Okay, try this one.”

I dripped a little Tabasco on the next. Lauren didn’t do spicy food generally but the Tabasco cut through the saltiness and brought a different taste to the seafood. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I wanted to replace the oyster with my tongue and chuckled at the thought.

From the deepened frown, I wasn’t sure she liked that one as much as the first. While I waited, I poured an oyster into my own mouth.

I inhaled while I held the salty liquid in my mouth, it heightened the taste.

I chewed to release more liquid and then I swallowed.

They were fresh and light, tasted of the sea, and were one of my favorite foods.

“I’m not sure on that one,” Lauren said, after she’d swallowed. “You try,” she said.

She picked up the bottle and dripped the Tabasco onto the oyster. She held it to my lips. I opened my mouth and she poured. I raised my chin and let the oyster slide down my throat. I then licked my lips.

“Bloody hell, Mackenzie, you make eating food look sexy,” she whispered.

“Are you wet?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“One more,” I said.

She closed her eyes and I placed a small amount of chili oil on the next oyster.

When she opened her mouth, I slid my hand under the tablecloth and between her thighs.

She giggled and parted her legs. I ran my fingers over her opening while I poured the oyster onto her tongue.

Of course, I hoped the moan was because I was stroking her pussy rather than the spicy oyster.

“One more,” she said, echoing my words. Her voice was throaty .

I squeezed more lemon over one and leaned close to her.

I poured the oyster in to my own mouth and then covered her lips with mine.

Her tongue darted in and I allowed the oyster to transfer from my mouth to hers.

I felt her moan and she tried to close her thighs.

I plunged my fingers inside her and with the other hand, I gripped her chin holding her face to mine.

Our tongues danced around the lemon and salty oyster. When I pulled away, she swallowed.

“Oh my God,” Lauren whispered. I removed my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.

I finished the last of the oysters, chuckling at the flush to her cheeks.

Our main course was a light fish in a lemon sauce. We ate and chatted quietly. She wanted to know what was for dessert and I refused to tell her. She drank another glass of wine and was eager for the server to remove our empty dishes.

Veronica approached the table. “When you’re ready,” she said. She left us alone then.

I sat and watched Lauren. She smiled back at me. “Are we ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied and then I stood. Again, I held out my hand and she took it.

We walked back to the hall and by the way Lauren veered toward the stairs, she assumed we were heading upstairs to one of the rooms. I held her hand tight and the frown that crossed her forehead showed her confusion.

Instead, I walked her out through the library.

We could have headed one of two ways. To the right were the cottages.

I headed to the left, only then did Lauren chuckle.

“I know,” she whispered, laughing.

We walked into the spa and were greeted by a therapist, one that had been brought in specifically for us.

“Please, this way,” we were told. No names were exchanged.

We were shown to a couple’s suite and given some privacy to change into robes.

I chuckled at the privacy part. I opened a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses.

I handed one to Lauren. We walked through into the therapy lounge and Lauren paused.

The room glittered with candles and the smell was a little overwhelming but Lauren appeared to love it. She took a deep breath and smiled.

“I love this,” she whispered.

“Ma’am?” We turned to see the therapist, who stood beside a large bed. Lauren walked toward her. “May I take your robe?” She held out her hand. Lauren looked at me and I nodded.

She slid the robe from her body, leaving her standing naked. She was encouraged to lie on her back and I was invited to join her on the bed or take a chair. I chose the chair. I sipped on my champagne and watched.

The therapist picked up one of the candles.

She blew it out and placed it in a small bowl of cold water.

When she thought it cool enough, she tipped the oil onto Lauren’s chest. The candles were made with essential oils, perfect for massages, so I’d been told.

The therapist stood at Lauren’s head and smoothed the oil over her chest and breasts.

She smeared up and over her shoulders, her neck and then her jaw.

She repeated the process, spending time over the breasts and nipples.

Lauren turned her head to look at me. I could see her breathing rate increase, she opened her mouth a little to take in some air.

At the same time, more oil was poured over her stomach.

I placed my champagne flute to one side and opened my robe.

I wrapped my hand around my cock and gently stroked as I watched the therapist slide her hands over Lauren’s stomach.

She kneaded her flesh, rolling her muscles, moving her hands lower.

She smoothed oil over her hips, working into the top of her thighs.

She placed her palms on Lauren’s inner thighs and gently parted her legs.

Lauren’s breath hitched when oil was poured over her pussy and it was swept over her opening.

The therapist used her hands alternatively to start between Lauren’s thighs and drag the oil up and over her pubis.

I watched Lauren shiver and a small moan left her lips.

When she had said she wanted a massage, she was getting a full body one.

I moved my chair to be nearer to Lauren’s head and she smiled when she saw me pleasuring myself.

She reached out but I was just out of reach.

She chuckled. I coated my thumb with my precum and ran that over her lips, she licked and gently moaned.

The therapist moved to stand at Lauren’s feet.

She poured oil between her toes, rubbing the soles of her feet, her ankles, and then her calves.

She repeated her motion of sliding up between her thighs and just skimming her opening before moving over her hips.

That time, she slid her hands under Lauren’s ass, lifting her hips at the same time.

Her fingers ran down between her ass cheeks.

She squeezed the flesh heating her skin.

The room was hot from both the temperature and our bodies.

Lauren had a flush that covered her chest, neck, and then extended up to her cheeks.

The room was humid, already my hair had stuck to my forehead and I reached over to remove some strands that had come loose and stuck to her cheek.

She had her eyes closed but she leaned into my touch.

A smile twitched on her lips as she lay and absorbed the sensations.

For a moment I watched the therapist sweep her oily hands over Lauren’s skin and I wanted to be a part of that.

I stood, letting my robe fall. Lauren reached out for my cock as I stepped closer.

I let her wrap her hand around my silky shaft as the therapist poured hot oil into my palms. I covered Lauren’s hand with one of mine, allowing the oil to seep through my fingers and hers, and I hissed in a breath as the heat spread to my cock.

“Baby,” I whispered, as she resumed her movements.

I placed both my hands on her stomach and for a moment I held them still, looking at the smooth skin and the small scars from injury or surgery over the years.

That small stomach had held my child and I swallowed hard as I moved my hands, circling and spreading more hot oil.

I felt a tear prick in my eye and blinked it back.

I leaned down, running my tongue around her nipple tasting her perfumed skin and feeling it harden more under my touch. She gently moaned.

Four hands swept over her skin, heating it, spreading oil until her body was slick and it was time to attend to her back.

“Please turn over,” the therapist said.

I chuckled when Lauren moaned and it was with disappointment rather than pleasure as she had to let go of my cock.

As before, the hot oil was poured from the candle, along with wax that, at first, made her wince, but that wince turned to moans of pleasure when I took one of the candles and tipped the melted contents down the crack of her ass.

While her back and shoulders were massaged, I climbed on the bed between her parted legs and took charge of her ass.

I squeezed, massaged, slipped oily fingers inside her asshole and removed them before she could come. She cursed and moaned.

“Tonight,” she whispered, and for a moment I paused, not sure what she meant. “Tonight, you get my arse.”

I looked up at the therapist and nodded to the door. She bowed her head just once and left.

“Are you sure?” I whispered back. Lauren nodded.

“Before I change my mind,” she said, adding a nervous chuckle.

She’d allowed me to ‘train’ her ass over the past few months. I’d finger her, use a butt plug and a small vibrator, she’d never been comfortable with me fucking her ass.

“I mean it, Mackenzie.” She pulled herself up on all fours and looked over her shoulder at me. “I’m so fucking wet, I need you so fucking badly that you fucking me won’t be enough. Please, do it.”