Page 14 of The Rogue and His Flower

As soon as the doors shut, I glare at him, hissing out the words like a rattlesnake about to strike. “In the future, if Daisy asks for you to give her a massage you will say you’re busy, understand?”

Tomasz nods. “Yes, of course. Apologies, Mr Gunn, should I get one of the female masseuses to finish her session?”

“No. Leave this with me,” I retort tightly, shrugging off my suit jacket and handing it to him. “Take this to my office.”

“Of course, Mr Gunn. Apologies once again,” he says, before spinning on his heels and leaving.

I watch him walk away, anger bubbling in my chest as I angrily roll up my shirt sleeves. A large part of me wants to go in there and give Daisy a piece of my mind. She may not be fucking another man, but she’s pushing the boundaries of our contract by allowing another man’s hands on her body, and for that I’m going to make her pay.

Stepping into the room, I close the door softly behind me. Daisy stirs, her head lifting, but I place my hand on the centre of her back, hoping to fuck she doesn’t sit up.

“You’re back, everything okay?” she asks.

I grunt my response, not wanting to give myself away. Daisy doesn’t seem bothered by my lack of words, and lets out a long sigh that has my cock twitching and my anger growing.

“I’m so relaxed, Tomasz. You have magic hands.”

I’ll give her magic hands.

“Please don’t be offended if I fall asleep. In all honesty, I'm pretty tired. It’s been a testing week.”

I grunt again, gritting my jaw at the simple fact that she can be honest with Tomasz but she refuses to open up to me. Flexingmy fingers, I quickly add some oil to my palms and warm up the liquid before placing my hands on her ankles, gripping her gently. I may not be a trained masseuse, but I’ve massaged a lot of women in my time, and I’m an expert at making them quake from my touch.

Flattening the palm of my hands against the sides of her ankles, I use my thumbs to draw circles across her skin, moving slowly upwards. The soft moan she releases is like a shot of pleasure straight to my cock, and it takes everything in me not to groan in response.

Fuck knows how Tomasz remains focussed and professional, he must have a raging hard on most of the time, or perhaps, unlike me, he’s just a decent guy who doesn’t have an addiction to the female form. Yeah, it must be that.

Daisy relaxes further under my touch, and I can feel her muscles loosening under my thumbs as I slowly slide my hands up her calves and towards her freckled thighs. Her creamy skin pinkens a little from my firm touch, stirring up thoughts of her stripped naked, my handprints colouring her skin.

A shiver runs through me at the thought as my palms slide higher, my fingers gliding over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. If she were truly mine, and willing, I would slip my hands higher, exploring the soft folds of her pussy, but for now, I inch my hands just below the towel that rests across her upper thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her body before sliding my palms back downwards.

Daisy lets out another soft sigh, her body liquefying under my touch, the sound is a sweet symphony of satisfaction that I alone am responsible for. Not to brag, but I’ve made women come touching every part of their body except their obvious erogenous zones, and I’m willing to bet Daisy would come just as hard from my touch,ifI let her.

Working my hands slowly back down her legs, I pay special attention to the back of her knees, working small circles there. Daisy’s soft breaths begin to thicken imperceptibly, and I glance upwards, grinning at the way her fingers curl around the padded bed, her arse cheeks clenching beneath the towel. A slow smile pulls up my lips. I bet she’s wet. Before long she’ll be dripping for me.

Or should I sayTomaszgiven that’s who she thinks is massaging her now.

Fuck sake.

Gritting my jaw, I take all my anger out on my perfect teeth and lightly draw my fingertips over the back of her knees, I trace the lightest of touch across her skin. The fine hairs on her arms lift as they cover in goosebumps, another telltale sign that she’s aroused. As my hands glide lower, I notice her toes curl in response to my touch, and I can’t help but feel another surge of arousal. Gripping her ankle, I press my thumbs into the dip either side of her Achillies heel, before smoothing my palm over her pretty feet, paying particular attention to her arch.

Her sigh deepens, and her fingers release their tight grip on the padded bed, as she relaxes once more. But I don’t want her relaxed, I want her coiled tight, desperate,needy.

I want her on the edge of her proverbial seat, fucking panting for release.

So I work my hands back upwards again, feeling the heat radiating from her body as I coast my palms back over her calves, the back of her knees and up her thighs. They clench together from my touch, and I can’t help but smile to myself, knowing that she’s completely at my mercy, that I’m about to push her to the brink of pleasure, in a state of overwhelming arousal, only to leave her there, wanting more.

It’s no more than she deserves.

Slowly, I run my thumbs along the inside of her thighs, barely touching the sensitive skin, and they part imperceptibly. A huge part of me is angered by her reaction given she believes that I’m Tomasz. The other, part of me, the part addicted to the sins of the flesh, can’t think beyond how soft she feels, how warm her skin is, how her chest heaves from my touch, how her sweet moans sound. She’s so receptive to my touch, so responsive, and it turns me the fuck on.

Jesus fucking christ.

My cock thickens further, pressing against the zipper of my trousers, and I can feel the delicious heat between her thighs just inches from my fingertips. With a sly grin, I begin to massage her inner thigh, pushing her legs wider to gain access, moving my fingertips in slow circles. She’s trembling now, and I know she’s desperate for me to sink my fingers inside her pussy just as much as I am.

“Oh God,” she murmurs, her voice a husky plea, as I continue to tease. “This isn’t right.”

This isn’t right…

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