Page 84 of Their Stolen Obsession
Nobody was here. I was secure and unharmed. There was no issue with climaxingwhile I was by myself. By no means should I be ashamed of how I made myself feel.
The door creaked open. Shit. Leo had returned.
Did my massage therapist hear me?
Christ, I hoped not!
My recent actions flustered me, and uncertainty burned my cheeks from my hot masturbation with Leo’s massage gun. I wanted to groan, curl up into a ball, and hibernate for the rest of my life.
God.Why did I have to give into self-gratification during a private massage therapy session?
I jumped in my seat when a hand touched my shoulder. “Shit! Leo. You scared me.”
Leo didn’t speak. His silence was no longer a surprise to me.
I smiled shyly. “Here’s your massage gun back. It was nice to use it on myself.”
Shit! Shit!My big, dumb mouth.
I completely regretted my choice of words as my face immediately grew hotter.
“I mean, uh, more specifically, I used the massager on my shoulders.” I gave Leo a thumbs up. “Great technique.”
Stupid. Fuck.
Leo took the device, and he took my hand. Curiously, I followed along and got up out of the massage chair. My body was looser, like an elastic band, andI wanted to announce that the job was a raging success. I felt so much better than I had before I walked in, but before I could, my leg bumped into something, and I grabbed onto a smooth surface.
“What is this?” I searched the area, which was as soft as a cozy blanket. “A table?”
It had to be a massaging table.
Leo tugged my hand as he guided me to get up on the table. I had to lie flat, and he helped position me where I needed to be—on my stomach, face through a hole, and he gently pulled on the front of my towel. I was safe enough with this professional to undo the towel, let loose, and enjoy the experience.
A pair of hands worked on my shoulders, and my skin was sticky with sweat. Leo delicately worked the area between my shoulder blades. God. Leo’s technique was damn good I could endlessly moan, but that wouldn’t be appropriate.
Leo wasn’t my lover. This was strictly professional, and my session had to stay that way. Except for my little sexual mishap ten minutes ago that I shall not name.
My itty-bitty secret.
Leo’s hands kept massaging as his fingers dug in deep against my muscles and they rotated clockwise and then the other way. I was relaxed while I sunk into the blanket underneath me as he made his waydown my back with the towel, keeping my ass from his view.
See? Competent, qualified, and a goddamn professional. I had nothing to worry about in Leo’s hands.
Suddenly, a warm liquid dripped onto my backside while Leo’s hands still worked on me. He kept the kneading movement going, and a surprised groan escaped me. He was doing such a magnificent job, and I couldn’t believe…
Wait. Leo touched me while a warm substance dribbled onto my body.Who the fuck poured whatever the hell that shit was on me?
“Leo? Buddy. Who else is in here?” I laughed nervously.
No answer. Onlyanotherpair of hands that dipped down to the small of my back.
“Woah!” My head shot up, and I removed the blindfold. “What the hell is going on?”
My eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light while four hands kept touching me, kneading, rubbing, and gliding the warm liquid over my skin. I reached out and tried to push the fingers off me, but they wouldn’t stop. My mind couldn’t understand what was happening to me until I regained my focus and saw who wasreallyin the room with me.
“Sin?” My eyes darted back and forth. “Saint?”
“Appears the jig is up,” Sin said as he pushed my head back down onto the massage table, and he peeked through the hole underneath the table. “But it sure was fun while it lasted, sweetheart.”
