Page 34 of The Facilitator, Part 3

She chuckled as she took my hand. We pushed through the doors into a crowded bar area.

Lauren hadn’t seen Jerry at first, that was until I asked her to grab a vacant sofa.

Jerry was standing with a glass in his hand and his coat, an umbrella, although it wasn’t raining, and a newspaper spread across the sofa.

“Babe, I’m keeping the space, quick before one of these fuckers wants to sit,” I heard. Lauren squealed with delight and rushed over to him.

“Oh my, Jerry. I haven’t seen you in ages. Where have you been? What’s been going on? Tell me about the holiday? How’s your mum?” Lauren peppered him with questions.

I walked over after having secured a table for dinner and buying a bottle of red wine. Jerry gave me a hug and we sat on the saved sofa, much to the annoyance of a couple standing nearby.

“Slow down, hun. Right. I have been setting up a new business, the holiday was bloody fab, Mum doesn’t know who I am anymore, and I met someone.”

He sat back and crossed his arms. This staccato type conversation was the norm for Lauren and Jerry until they got all their questions and short answers out of the way .

“You met someone? Tell me more, and I’m sorry about your mum,” Lauren said.

I sat back, poured the wine, and listened to them gossip.

I loved watching Lauren with Jerry. They were old friends and good ones at that.

There had been a period of time when Jerry had been sucked in by my ex and we’d kept our distance, but that, thankfully, was over and it looked like they were getting back on an even footing.

“Tell me all about class first,” Jerry insisted.

Lauren and I told him what we’d learned and he beamed that we were still very enthusiastic to adopt Rebecca.

We’d shown him pictures of the times we’d met her and he was already referring to himself as her favorite uncle.

He had plans, so he told us. He was going to take her to Disneyland and, even knowing we wouldn’t allow that, he was still talking about holidays and parties with her.

“She gets to come and stay for the weekend soon,” Lauren said, bouncing with excitement.

There had been a plan in place. We visited Rebecca at her foster family’s house with the social workers, and she had been brought to our house.

Those visits had started off with an hour, then increased in time.

An overnight stay had been arranged, and now we have progressed to a weekend stay.

The next stage would be a week, we hoped .

Once talk of Rebecca was over and we were called to our table, Lauren pressed Jerry for information on whoever it was he’d met.

“You will love her. In fact, I don’t know if you will.

Anyway, she’s a London girl, swears like a trooper,” he said, then laughed at Lauren’s raised eyebrows and scrunched nose.

“No, she doesn’t, I’m pulling your leg. She is a London girl though.

I don’t know, Lauren, we just clicked. Like you and Mackenzie, it felt right immediately. ”

He beamed as he spoke. “Do we get to meet her?” I asked.

“Sure. Just name the day and we’ll have a double date night,” he said.

A waitress hovered with menus and I wondered just how into Jerry was with his new lady, considering he was practically eye-fucking the waitress.

Watching him had me realize I was getting old.

I chuckled and shook my head. Lauren, sensing my mood, I imagined, squeezed my knee.

When the waitress left with our orders since she didn’t appear to be leaving us to browse the menu, Lauren laid into Jerry. I laughed.

“It’s nice to have someone else on the end of a Lauren telling-off,” I said, raising my glass to Jerry.

He simply shrugged his shoulders. “Babe, hun, I can’t help it, can I?”

“Yes, you can. And that’s why any relationship you have doesn’t last.” Lauren sat back in the chair with a ‘I’m warning you’ look on her face.

Overall, it was an enjoyable evening. The banter between Jerry and Lauren had not only me, but the next table chuckling as well.

I was pleased to see them, although not so much when he hugged her a little too long and a little too tight, and kissed a little too close to her lips, missing her cheek.

He gave me a wink when I raised my eyebrows at him.

I was a jealous guy by nature, not always where Jerry was concerned, however.

I knew Lauren would never choose him and, when I took her hand and raised it to my lips, I smirked at him.

“Let’s go home and look over those notes, shall we?” I said.

“Mmm, give it a rest, you two,” Lauren replied, ignoring us both and climbing into the car.

Both Jerry and I laughed. I patted his back and joined her.

I took Lauren’s hand in mine and in silence we traveled home.

“Things are going to change for us, aren’t they?” she asked, as we left the car.

“Of course, are you worried about anything?”

“No, just musing on our future life.” She turned to me and smiled. “I think we need to redecorate the gym.”

Lauren ran her hands over my jacket lapel, gripping them and pulling me toward her. “And how would you like it decorated?” I whispered against her lips.

“I don’t know. Perhaps a nice St. Andrew’s Cross on one side. Maybe one of those fuck benches in…let me see…black leather, I think.” Her lips brushed across mine as she spoke and her breath ghosted my tongue. “We’ll still visit the club, of course.”

I caught her lip between my teeth and pulled, she moaned as I slid my arms around her, cupping her ass and pushing her toward me.

I wanted her to feel my hard cock and know how she always had me aroused.

Her tongue darted out and she licked across mine.

I took a step back, forcing her to the wall and I reached around her.

“Absolutely, in the meantime…” I whispered, pulling my head back just a fraction and opening the door beside her.

I held her shoulders and turned her, gently pushing her to the stairs that led down to the gym. I followed close behind as she walked to the middle of the room and then stilled. I stepped close behind her.

“Remove your skirt, Lauren,” I whispered into her neck and her skin goosebumped as my breath ran over her skin.

She did as I asked, the material fell to the floor and she stepped out of it.

I reached around and undid the buttons on her shirt, sliding the silk material from her shoulders.

She stood in her bra and panties, and high heels.

That was a look that had my cock pulsing for her.

I circled her, trailing a finger over her collarbone and across her back.

She went to speak and I covered her mouth with my fingers. I shook my head, gently.

“No speaking,” I whispered.

I dimmed the lights and turned up the heat, I wanted warmth and humidity. I wanted her pores open and her body coated in a sheen of sweat making her nerve endings more heightened to the pain and pleasure I wanted to inflict on her.

Against one wall was a rack that held weight bars.

She wanted a St. Andrew’s Cross? Well, although improvised, there was one standing waiting for her.

I grabbed some rope and led her to it, facing her away from the room.

I tied her wrists and then kicked at her ankles until she parted her legs.

I secured them to the rack. I could see her thighs shake a little, more so when I ran my fingers down her back and over her panties.

I grabbed the lace material and tore until it hung in rags from her waist.

“That’s better,” I said.

She moaned very gently when she heard me unbuckle my belt. The small clink of metal as the bar was released from the leather and then the sound of it sliding through the loops had her shuffle. But it was the sound of the belt connecting with her ass cheek that had her cry out.

“Again,” she said.

I loved to see her skin pink, heat race over her followed by her sighs and moans. Her legs quivered and she gripped the stainless steel rack, preparing for the next slap of leather against her skin.

Her moans increased in volume and frequency.

She was so wet, enough for me to see her thighs glisten with her arousal.

I knelt behind her, holding her hips and inhaling her scent.

It was enough to drive me crazy. I needed to taste her, to have her come on my tongue.

I untied both her ankles and then her wrists and turned her.

I retied her wrists together and above her head.

She stared up at me, her eyes shining, her lips plumped from our earlier kiss, and her cheeks red.

I ran my hands down her sides as I lowered myself again.

When her pussy was at eye level I paused for a moment.

She was glorious, delicious, fucking all the adjectives I couldn’t recall in that moment.

I licked across her opening, tasting her.

I held her tight and pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could.

She parted her legs, and then hooked one over my shoulder.

I could feel the heel of her shoe glide down my back, catching my shirt and dragging it.

She twisted her ankle, digging that heel into my skin.

I nipped at her clitoris as a punishment .

I held her thigh, pushing her knee toward her and giving me more space to devour her pussy.

I licked and sucked, nipped, and when her breath became rapid and her orgasm was close, I forced my tongue as far inside her as I could.

I drank in her cum, I absorbed her orgasm and every ripple of muscle had me wanting more.

I stood and kissed her, aware that my chin and lips were coated in her juices.

I felt a frantic need to be inside her. I tore at my pants to free my cock and I grabbed both her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist. I pushed inside her without breaking our fierce kiss and I fucked her hard.

The metal rattled and bashed against the wall, I was sure it was uncomfortable for her but I didn’t care.

I needed deeper, I needed faster, I needed to feel her heat coat my cock, and for her muscles to milk me of everything I could give her.

I couldn’t catch my breath, I dragged in air through my nose and her moans filled my mouth.

Just as I was about to come, I pulled my head away and roared out my pleasure. My stomach shook, the muscles pulled in tight, and I gripped the bars at either side of Lauren’s head. I filled her; I came so much that even before I’d finished it was running down her thigh.

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers. We were both out of breath and spent a minute or two just trying to regulate that, to calm our racing hearts .

“Wow, that was…” Lauren said.

I opened my eyes to look at her. “Different?” I asked.

I’d fucked her that way many times but for some reason, it felt different, more intense, and I wasn’t sure why. She nodded as she lowered her legs and I untied her arms. She wrapped them around my neck.

“Yeah, different,” she whispered.

“I know.”

We stayed that way for another minute before I stepped back and took a deep breath in.

I released that breath slowly and then tucked my cock back inside my pants.

I’d broken the zipper in my haste to release it, so just redid the button.

I reached for a towel from the pile beside Lauren and handed one to her.

She chuckled as she used it to wipe herself.

“I don’t think we need any equipment. We have all we need right here,” she said, patting the rack and stepping away from it. I watched her roll her shoulders to ease the ache. “I think I need a bath.”

She slipped off the torn panties and gathered her clothes. I held her hand as we walked upstairs to the en suite where she ran the bath.

“You are going to have to stop tearing my clothes,” she said, depositing the panties in the bin.

I laughed. “Maybe you need to live in crotchless ones.”

While she soaked in the bath, I took a shower. In the time it took her, I had been downstairs, made her a cup of tea and myself a coffee, brought them back to the bedroom, and was sitting on the bed in shorts, reading through our notes.

A naked Lauren snuggled beside me. She reached over and took the notebook from my hands and a wicked smile formed on her lips. “Time for one more round?” she inquired, eyeing my tented shorts.

I slipped them off. “Help yourself,” I replied, winking at her.