Page 44 of Cage of Thorns and Blood

“What about the food?”

“It can wait. I think this might help you out of your bad mood.”

He leads me upstairs to his bedroom and opens the door, ushering me inside. I turn to him, brows raised. “What is this?” I gesture to the woman standing in the room.

“I booked you a massage, with scented oils.”

“That’s awfully presumptuous of you. I might hate massages.”

He smirks as if he knows that is bullshit. “You don’t have to take the massage, Renata, but if you’d like it, then it’s all yours.”

He leaves, closing the door behind him, and I turn to face the woman. Well, this is awkward.

“Would you like the massage?” she asks. “It’s the relaxation special with scented oils.”

It does sound heavenly. I had a shower just before I left, so I’m clean.

“Okay. Screw it, why not.”

“I will let you undress, and you can get under the white sheet when you are done. Lie on your front.”

I get undressed and leave only my panties on, and then lie face-down on the bed.

The woman comes back into the room and clicks a button. Soft music plays with rainforest sounds over the top. She lights a scented candle and then opens a couple of bottles, pouring oil over her hands and massaging them to heat it.

The scent is delicious, and I inhale deeply. When her palms smooth the oil over my upper back and shoulders, I realize how damn tense I am. I make a conscious effort to relax and let her massage me.

She seems to use a lot of oil, and I am going to have to take a long shower after this.

“You can turn onto your back now, Miss Andretti,” she says.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be doing both sides. Do you want to hand me my bra, and I can put it over my boobs?” I ask.

“Mr. Mancini said for me to do a fully body, Miss Andretti. Would you prefer me not to?”

I stare at her. “A massage that includes the girls?”

She nods, all serious.

“Uhm, I’ve never had my breasts massaged before.”

Damn, my tits are super sensitive. I will probably get all turned on, and that’s not appropriate.

“It’s only around the sides,” she says.

“Oh, okay.”

“Unless you want more.”

I still at her words. What the fuck kind of massage is this?

She takes my mind off any further questions, though, as she sweeps her hands over my collarbone and then down the sides of my breasts. She is an excellent therapist, and I let myself drift as she massages over my stomach, the underside of my breasts. I realize I want her to massage my breasts. It would feel so good, but that’s going to change this into something else.

Before I can say anything, she’s sweeping down to my waist and giving my stomach a gentle massage. Then onto my upper thighs, my legs, and even my feet. Then she sweeps back up my legs and her fingers trail very close to the edge of my pussy.

Damn, I’m getting turned on here.

“Do you want me to massage your breasts some more?” she asks.

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