Page 11 of Fierce-Dane

“It’s warm in here,” he said.

“I can turn the heat down,” she said.

“No,” he said. “I mean it’s nice and comfortable.”

“Oh,” she said. “I try. The sheets are warm too. The bed is heated and we can adjust that if need be. Many say when they climb in they want to curl in a little ball and go right to sleep.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Yep. If you want to sleep, go right at it. Is your preference for silence or light conversation?”

Silence would have his mind racing and thinking abouther hands on him. “We can talk,” he said. “I’m good with that.”

“Well then,” she said. “There are hooks on the back of the door for you to hang your clothes. I’m sure you don’t want to get them wrinkled.”

“I just came from work.”

He didn’t wear a suit, but always nice pants and a shirt and tie. He had his lab coat over them to protect them from any messy fluids or sticky hands anyway.

“I assumed as much,” she said. “It’s your choice if you’d rather undress completely or leave your underwear on. Tell me where you think you need the work. Or any aches and pains you’ve got.”

“I just figured an all body massage. I’m not sure any area needs more work than others.”

“We can do that,” she said. “When you’re ready, just climb into the bed and lie on your back.”

“Okay,” he said nodding his head.

She left the room and he hurriedly undressed not knowing when she’d come back in.

He hung everything up, leaving his underwear on. He couldn’t bring himself to take them off. He just hoped he could control his body enough being on his back.

There was a light knock at the door. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” he said and turned his head when she walked in.

“I’ve got a few kinds of oils. Most have no scent to them, but some clients do like a light citrus or vanilla note and say it’s relaxing.”

“I’m good with anything,” he said.

“Then we’ll start with a soft light vanilla,” she said, pouring some on her hands and moving behind him.

He had his eyes open and looked up to see her standingover him, looking down and smiling. Her hands slid under his shoulders and halfway down his back and then up again.

He wasn’t sure she was doing all that much, but it felt like heaven already. She was touching the right muscles and pulling them up and sliding back down and again that a low moan escaped from his lips.

“Sorry about that,” he said.

“No,” she said. “That tells me it feels good. You’re very tense. I was told you were given a gift card for this visit. Someone must know you need this.”

“My kids,” he said. “Well, my mother. She bought it for my kids to give me for my birthday. It’s my first and oh my God.” He let out a grunt followed by a groan and couldn’t believe what little control that he had right now. It was like she knew the exact spots to touch.

“It’s fine,” she said. “Don’t worry. Do you like a light or hard touch?”

“What you’re doing now.” How did people fall asleep during this? There was no way he’d do that and miss any of the pleasure he was feeling.

“This is in the middle,” she said, “but I can tell you’re going to have some knots I’ll have to work out when you flip over in a bit.”

“I’m good,” he said. “Whatever you do is fine.”

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