Page 27 of Orange Sky
I tried to soften my feature hoping I don’t look constipated.
He still looks wary but he bent his head and proceeded to put oil on his hands that smelled heavenly.
Where is Zirc?
He came closer again. Though his arms are slimmer than those of Zirc and the other residents of this huge house, he had strength. He gripped my ankle. He had calluses on his hand that made me wonder what he does for a living aside from this?
The smell of the oil is going to my head and all throughout my body. Damn it, is it an aphrodisiac or is something wrong with me again?
I looked down and to my horror, I am wet with need.
The guy seemed to know it as well. He said, “Don’t worry sir. It is expected. I am to serve you until the master comes.”
The master? Whose master? It better be Zirc. If he thinks he expects her to have sex with random people,beings, so they can earn their keep then he is seriously whacked.
“Master Zirc will join us shortly. Do not fret,” he continued to massage my right leg.
I stopped. Can this guy read my mind or he can read body language?
I tried to appear relaxed and took in my surroundings. Trying to find any weapon within reach. Even this blue guy has no weapons on him. Even a key.
The only thing I can find is the oil. Hmm. Maybe that will work.
I took some of the oil and lathered it on my arms and my belly.
He looked taken aback by action. Okay, so maybe I was sending wrong signals here or I made a taboo thing about slaves and such. Not that he looks like a slave. Or maybe he is?
He bowed his head again. I was waiting for him to stop me but he did not. I did saw a slight curve to his mouth as if I amused him. And soon he said, “So it is true. Master Zirc is a very generous master in bed.”
By his tone, he placed a lot of meaning into the word generous.
“Better not put too much sir. You might get dizzy.”
Ah, so it was the oil that is making her a bit dizzy and horny. The horny part she knew is also part of whatever it was injected in her body. The oil is good enough that it doesn’t dry up quickly. Should someone try to grab her, she can slip away.
I inhaled sharply.
The blue guy just brushed along my folds. He stopped as well.
“Does it hurt?”
He looked worried. When he realized he was looking at me in my eyes, he dropped his head again.
How to communicate no? It doesn’t hurt.
I just stayed still. He brushed the back of his hand against me again and when I did not react, he deemed it safe and continued to put oil on my other leg.
I got ticklish when he put oil on my feet. He had the slight curve on his mouth again. As if it’s a crime if he’s caught laughing.
Then he went behind me and I almost moaned out loud. He proceeded to massage first my head, my forehead then on my neck and shoulders. I knew I should not trust him, but he has really good hands.
Then he massaged my spine until I was limp like noodles.
My stomach growled.
Immediately, the blue guy went to the table with food, took one platter and offered them to me.
How embarrassing.
