Page 9 of The Facilitator, Part 3

Chapter Six

It was three in the morning when I checked the emails on my phone. I’d finally had a reply, the one I had been waiting on for so long. I climbed from the bed and took my phone into the bathroom to read.

To: Mackenzie Miller

From: Samuel Rules

Mr. Miller, please accept my apologies for the delay in getting back to you.

It took a while to gather all the data and your original medical files.

I have to say I was disappointed to see that you weren’t offered surgery at the time of your accident.

Your infertility could have been prevented, I feel compelled to say.

However, I think we should arrange a consultation and up-to-date scans.

Scar tissue would be one of the main factors in the inability to produce enough sperm, but it may be possible that you are producing some.

Not enough for your wife to conceive naturally, but, and I don’t wish to raise false hope, I’d like to investigate whether we would be able to extract some and then talk about IVF.

Please feel free to contact me.

Yours, Sam

It was signed off with his professional credentials. The email had arrived just before ten that evening and we’d still been at the club. I appreciated the specialist contacting me, even though it was outside his working hours.

I’d done a ton of research in both the US and the UK and found a fertility expert who I thought might be able to answer some questions in Harley Street.

It had taken an age to get all my old medical records released from the US and sent to him, it had caused immense frustration and a few shouts over a telephone line through the night.

Lauren knew none of this, however. I had deliberately kept her from this investigation for one main reason only.

If it was impossible for me to father her child, I couldn’t deal with her devastation as well as mine .

She’d never mentioned wanting a child but I knew.

As soon as Dominic came, I could see it in her eyes.

The sadness she’d try to hide but just didn’t quite manage it.

I had convinced myself I was happy being childless, until Dominic, and like Lauren, I didn’t think I was hiding it well.

It was that conversation she had wanted and I’d avoided.

I’d only tell her if I had good news to share, and I couldn’t do that until I’d undergone some tests and scans.

I replied that I would call his secretary and take the first appointment available. I then returned to the bedroom and climbed back in bed.

Nerves settled in my stomach. If fathering a child naturally wasn’t possible, then we’d talk adoption.

I lay for ages just looking at the ceiling and thinking. I wasn’t sure what the time was when a hand snaked over my chest.

“Hey, you’re awake,” Lauren mumbled.

“So are you,” I replied.

“Neither of us should be,” she said, snuggling into my side. “Can I do something to help?”

I covered her hand with mine and pushed it lower. “I can think of one thing,” I said.

She giggled as she wrapped her hand around my cock.

I sighed with contentment as she stroked, as she leaned over me and took my nipple in her mouth, biting gently and then kissing down my stomach.

At the same time, I grabbed her thigh. I pulled her leg so she straddled my face.

She opened her mouth and took in my cock, flattening her tongue on the underside.

She sucked to the base and back up to the tip.

I held her hips and she lowered a little.

I licked over her opening, still sore from my fucking earlier.

I nipped at her clitoris and she winced and then chuckled.

Finally, I delved in. I forced my tongue in as far as I could and licked, tasting her heat.

When I moaned against her I felt her stomach tighten.

I ran my hand over her skin, reaching for her breasts.

I cupped each, kneaded, and rolled her nipples over my palms. Her moan against my cock caused a tingle to run the length of me and made my balls contract.

I sucked in air through my nose, noisily, as I licked and sucked on her, she did the same.

Just the sound was enough to have my cock throb and my stomach knot.

Smells, sounds, touch, were things I needed, not just sex.

My want for her went beyond fucking her pussy or eating her, it was about absorbing everything I could.

Every sound was committed to memory, I could recall her taste, and it would make my mouth water.

Sometimes, however, I found that a little overwhelming.

“Ouch,” I heard and lessened my assault .

She chuckled as she pulled her mouth back to the tip of my cock. She sucked hard and I raised my hips.

“That feels so good,” I whispered against her skin .

I missed her pussy when she moved to one side. She raised her head and turned, she smiled at me. She held my cock as she straddled me and gently lowered, guiding me inside her.

“That feels even better,” I said.

She rode me gently at first, until the desire to come started to build. We fucked each other until our orgasms flooded over us at the same time. I called out her name, she cried out mine. I fucked her until there was nothing left and I still fucked her. I only slowed when my cock started to soften.

Lauren lay on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her. She stayed that way until later that morning.

I was sitting at my desk on Friday when I received a call.

“Mr. Miller?” the caller asked.

“Yes, this is he,” I replied, wary of the female caller.

“Mr. Rules wanted me to call you. I’m his bookings clerk and we have a cancellation for Monday. He wanted to know if you’d like that spot.”

“Yes,” I said, eagerly and sitting upright. “Yes, please.”

“Good, he thought you might be keen to meet. The appointment is for ten, shall I send an email confirmation with all the details?”

“Please, yes. And thank you for thinking of me,” I said, normally Sam Rules, being a leading world expert in his field, was booked up for months in advance.

He had clinics in the US, Europe, and the UK and I’d told him I’d visit whichever one had the first appointment.

After I put the phone down, I hoped it was London.

“Mary, I have an unexpected appointment at ten on Monday,” I shouted.

“You have an expected one as well,” she replied.

“With who?”

“Only that dick from the government. I’ll cancel him, move him to next week, shall I?”

“Please.” Although that dick from the party who could do no right by Mary was important, it was a catch-up meeting with regard to contract renewals, it wasn’t as important as meeting Sam Rules.

“Where is this one?” she asked, licking the end of her pencil. She was the only person I knew who wrote with a pencil and insisted on a stack of erasers as part of the stationery order.

“It’s with a doctor in London to sort out my cock,” I shouted. She stared at me, openmouthed at first, and then rolled her eyes.

“I’ll just put personal, shall I? ”

“Lovely, thanks, Mary,” I said, chuckling. If I wasn’t hiding from her, I was tormenting her.

I thought on the previous evening and Lauren’s request to be watched.

She’d been so engrossed in what I’d been doing to her that I wasn’t sure she’d felt the full experience.

I’d have to think up something a little more inventive.

Maybe it would be good to watch herself.

I started to smile and opened my laptop to Google.

I found what I was looking for, a small recording device I could link to our over-sized and totally unused television. I’d enjoy watching Lauren while I ate her pussy.

“What is that smile for?” Lauren asked later that day when I’d walked down to her office.

“Nothing,” I replied.

She frowned at me, pursing her lips. “Mmm, are you sure?”

I leaned over her desk and kissed her quickly. “Curiosity gets you spanked,” I whispered.

“Then I’ll ask some more,” she replied sweetly while batting her eyelashes.

“Sassy. Anyway, I’d like to do something different tonight.”

“Okay, that sounds exciting. What?”

“A car will pick you up at seven from home. Wear a smart dress.” I straightened up and checked my tie.

“Are you going to give me a clue?” she asked .

“No.”

I turned and walked out. I called The Berkeley Hotel and booked both dinner and a room for two nights.

I wondered if I’d get either and was thankful I could.

A table would be ready at eight, perfect timing.

Although not that far from where we lived, I’d meet her in the bar.

I called for a car to take me home before her.

I packed an overnight bag, rifling through her underwear drawers.

I pulled out stockings, panties, and a matching bra because Lauren wouldn’t wear underwear that didn’t match.

I grabbed a white shirt and trousers, jeans and Converse with a blouse.

I’d checked the weather forecast and it was going to stay clear but I put a jacket in, just in case.

I hoped she wouldn’t notice the missing items, which left me with a dilemma.

I couldn’t take her toiletries, which wasn’t an issue; there would be some in the room.

I couldn’t take her makeup or hairbrushes.

I snapped photographs of what I thought were necessary items, having not a fucking clue whether they were or not.

I called the hotel. I explained what I wanted and was passed to a personal shopper.

“Hi, I have a suite booked for the weekend, it’s a surprise for my wife so I need someone to source some items for me. Is that possible?”

“Of course, sir, would you like to give me a list?”

I gave details of her foundation, powder, mascara, and lipstick; I detailed her hairbrush as best I could without mentioning that it would make a fantastic paddle. “Is that all, sir?” the woman asked.

“I have no idea. Do you think that’s all she need?” I asked.

“Do you have a budget in mind?”

I laughed. “No, what does that stuff cost normally?”