Page 45 of Cage of Thorns and Blood

“Uhm, you can. If you’re okay with it,” I say. God, my voice is kind of hoarse.

She sweeps back up my body, and pushes my breasts gently together before brushing her thumbs over my nipples and sweeping back down. I suck in a breath and she then moves on to massaging the tissue in what I realize is genuinely not a sexual manner.

“It is supposed to be excellent for lymphatic drainage and helping with blood flow,” she says as she sweeps her hands down over my breasts again. “I won’t go too deep today because chest work can release somatic symptoms.”

“What does that mean?” I ask.

“Emotional symptoms,” she says. Then she moves back to my shoulders and the side of my neck before even massaging my ears.

“You are very tense,” she observes. “I think you’d do well with a full scalp massage one day.”

Then she brings a soft white sheet up over my body and covers me.

“We are finished now. I always suggest taking five minutes to relax and let the body adjust.”

“Then can I take a shower?”

She nods. “Of course, but Mr. Andretti did ask that you don’t shower.”

Don’t shower? I’m covered in oil.

“Thank you,” she says as she exits the room. What about her table?

A few minutes later the door opens and in walks the devil himself. “More relaxed?” he asks as he pulls the sheet from me.

He stares down at my oiled body and groans.

“She didn’t take her table,” I say stupidly.

“It’s mine,” he says.

“You use her? For yourself?”

“Yes.”

“I see. And does she give you a happy ending?” I’m only half joking. The idea has me wanting to kill her.

“Of course not. She’s one of London’s highest paid therapists.”

“Oh.”

“Look at you all oiled up.” He runs a hand down my stomach, back up my body, and around my nipple.

I shiver as it peaks. “Your nipples are amazing,” he says. “So fucking sexy and responsive.”

He sweeps down my body and dips between my legs. He works my clit as he watches avidly, his gaze flicking between my pussy and my face.

“Matteo,” I moan. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop that.”

“That’s kind of the idea,” he says as he continues to play with me. He pinches my clit and then massages my pussy lips before spreading them again and pinching my clit. Then he massages gently with light flicks to my clit, and it’s not long before I close my eyes and shudder through a gentle but beautiful orgasm.

“You’re fucking amazing. Now I’m going to make you come again, and this time it won’t be gentle,” he growls.

He undresses rapidly and pulls me from the massage table to his bed.

“Matteo, the sheets.” I pull back, not wanting to ruin them with the oil.

“It’s fine; the staff will change them,” he says.

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