Page 64 of Fixation of the Mind

“Yeah. Getting all hot and sweaty can make the hormones go wild. That's why I only train with my brothers. It helps curb the annoyance and hate I feel for them when I get to pound them into the mat.”

Shuffling to the table, I lifted the sheet and slid beneath it, choosing to keep my panties on. “Do you get to train with all of your brothers?” Seeing that I needed to put my face in the circle part, I got comfortable before a soft knock came at the door.

“Ready!” Cin called out, and the door opened.

A woman’s voice said, “Hi. My name is Wyatt, and I will be helping Cinzia today. My partner, Jules, will be helping out Layrin.”

Wanting her to explain it a bit more, I called out with my face still in the table hole, “Thank you, Jules. It's my first time with a massage, so I don’t really know how this works.”

Cin just couldn't help herself. “Just give her the works, Jules! Rub her all down so she’s nice and loose for the party we have tonight. Trust me, Lay, you’re going to need to be relaxed. Give her a Swedish, medium pressure. We’ll work you up to a higher pressure, Lay.”

I didn't know what any of that meant, so I just agreed. “What she said.”

“Mmm,” was the only confirmation I got before she began with my shoulders. It didn't take long for my muscles to relax, so I just let her do her thing. At first, it felt weird, having someone rub me down, but it didn't take long for her to knead out sore spots I thought I had to just live with.

Cin let out a long, deep moan, and I flinched at the sound. Was that allowed? Could she make noises like that without it being taken as sexual?

Wyatt’s calm voice said, “That's right. Just let yourself feel the massage.” So, it was encouraged? Could I even do that?

Once I felt Jules’ fingers applying pressure to my lower back, I let out a low quiet moan. Jules' hands paused, tingles ran up and down my body, trembling. I opened my mouth, ready to tell her I was sorry, but she continued, applying more pressure in the way I liked. I guessed this was her way of letting me know it was okay?

She moved to my glutes, and my eyes rolled back into my head. How the hell did I carry so much tension there? A flash of Rion’s vibrator came to mind, until it switched to the memory of Rion fucking me there, and I realized how I could be carrying some tension in that specific spot.

My breath hitched, not yet comfortable to moan out loud like Cin, and I let her professional hands work their magic.

“Lay, do you have any questions about tonight?”

Cin’s words brought me back from how good I was feeling, and I thought for a second. “Yeah. So… Do all the families react to each other like you and Ambros do?”

Cin cackled. “Nah. They’re better mannered than us. The Fengs are all about tradition and manners. You would be surprised that they’re the ones who… take their time with their jobs.” Since we were in mixed company, I understood that was a euphemism. “The Montagus are a trio of the silent and stoic type—real downers.” I could hear the exhaustion in her voice, so something must’ve happened there.

“The Tutus think that because we all have royal blood in our veins, we should act like it.” She blew out a breath. “They get their jobs done quickly, but they’re more of a sweeper team than an artistic one, burning everything in their path.” They seemed like someone I needed to tread lightly with. “The Maximas are smooth as fuck, thinking they’re god’s gifts to womenkind.” There was a bite to her words, like she wanted to complain more, but then she sighed. The sound was almost… wistful. “They are assholes of the worse kind… but I swear, if Savio asked for my panties, I would bend over and tell him to take them.” I giggled at her sinful confession, making me think of my guys at home. That was when pain came from my thighs.

“Ouch. I think that's too much pressure, Jules.” She immediately backed off, applying lotion to the area.

“Hey! Be careful with my friend!” Cin barked, and I felt a little bad. It wasn’t her fault for getting distracted when Cin was talking about a man taking her panties.

“It's okay. I'm fine,” I assured, trying to smooth the situation over.

“Sorry, miss.” Her voice was odd, a weird kind of high-pitched whisper.

“Anyways, those Maxima boys are bad news, so stay away. They look like they’re dark, sinful dicks on a stick, but they’re trouble. They enjoy toying with their prey, using the chase to make the takedown sweeter.”

“Are you talking from experience?” I asked, hoping that I wasn't crossing the line.

She cackled again. “Yes, but not in the way you think. They tried to make me their prey once, but they never had a wild Italian stallion before. We’re born to run free.” That last bit came out more in a whisper, but then she seemed to snap. Her voice rose, “So, fuck them! Fuck them in their asses!”

I thought about what Vivian would say and called out in solidarity, “Yeah! Fuck ‘em! They don’t get to have you. You’re better than a hundred Maximas!”

“Hells yeah, I am. I’m a Ricci, and you're a Rose. R&R forever!”

I laughed, nodding along like she could see me. “R&R forever.”

Wyatt laughed before she announced, “Okay, ladies. Your time is up. Take your time getting dressed and thank you for letting us help you today.”

A familiar princely voice suddenly whispered next to my ear, “R&R could also be Rin and Rion. Rin and Ravi. Rin and Roux. I could get behind R&R forever.”

My whole body stilled, shocked that Rion was the “Jules” who had rubbed me down so good. With my mind racing, I thought back on the session, knowing it was him, and my whole body heated. His hands on me, kneading my body with precision. I was getting hot just thinking about it.

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