Page 27 of August and the Night

"We should head to the massage room," August suggests, his eyes holding a hint of mischief. "I promise you, it's going to be a one-of-a-kind experience." He says, and I nod with excitement, dying to see what he has planned for me.

24

August

We walk towards the massage room, I feel a sense of anticipation. I glance at Layla, and the look of awe on her face is endearing. I swing the door of the room open and lead Layla to the room with a hand on the small of her back.

A spacious massage bed dominates the room, adorned with plush cushions and draped in luxurious fabrics. A Jacuzzi is positioned nearby, invitingly bubbling with warm water.

The room is adorned with a lush array of roses and flowers, their vibrant colors filling the air with a delicate fragrance. Soft candlelight flickers, casting a warm and inviting glow; the air is also fragrant with the soothing aroma of essential oils and the delicate scent of gardenia.

I glance at Layla again, and her eyes are wide with wonder, her lips slightly parted in amazement. I can't help but feel a swell of satisfaction at her reaction. She steps further into the room, taking in the elegant decor with wide eyes.

Turning towards me, Layla's eyes meet mine, and her lips curve into a smile. I can see the excitement and appreciation in her gaze.

With a subtle nod, I motion towards the room. "What do you think?"

"It's... lovely," Layla replies softly, her voice filled with awe.

I feel a sense of pride swell within me. "I'm glad you like it."

This Spa means a lot to me. It is the first business venture I took after my security firm got off the ground. I had started with nothing, a poor foster kid who nobody believed in. Now, here I am, standing amidst an empire I have built for myself.

I watch as Layla moves further into the room, her fingers lightly grazing the soft fabric of the massage bed. I unbutton my shirt and slide off my pants, revealing my muscles and well-defined physique.

I notice Layla's cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson. Her eyes widen slightly, taking me in with hunger in her eyes. Yet, she is still shy, and I cannot comprehend how she can still be after all we've done, but I love it. I can't help but chuckle at her reaction.

"Don't worry, Little Dove," I reassure her, my voice low and soothing, "it's just so the oils don't ruin my clothes."

Her voice trembles slightly as she replies, "Oh, I-I see. That makes sense."

Stepping closer, my gaze locked with hers, I detect a mix of shyness and amazement in her eyes. "You're blushing," I tease playfully.

Layla bites her lower lip, her embarrassment evident as she averts her gaze. "Sorry, it's just..." The words appear to be lodged in her throat, and she fidgets with her fingers.

With a gentle touch, I lift her chin, guiding her eyes back to mine. "Relax, Layla. We're here to unwind and enjoy. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

Her gaze meets mine, and a small smile tugs at her lips. "Okay, I'll try."

"That's all I ask," I reply, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

“Undress so we can start the massage, little dove,” I tell her, and I see her close her eyes before mustering her courage up with a sigh and nodding.

She starts with her pants, leaving her simple white cotton panties on. Then, she takes off her top but leaves her bra on as well. She shifts nervously in her underwear and starts to climb up to the high massage table, but I stop her with a grip on her arm.

“This is an all-body massage, Layla,” I whisper in her ear before holding one of her bra straps upwards and allowing it to snap back into her skin, leaving a subtle red mark on her milky complexion.

She flinches slightly and looks deep into my eyes, as if searching for something. She seems to find it as she takes off her bra and panties with shaking hands.

I admire her gorgeous body. She is short, barely coming up to my chin, and for some reason, that turns me on. I would love to fuck her while I carry her, show her my strength, but I put that idea aside for the near future. Despite her shortness, her legs are long and strong. I want them wrapped around my ass as I fuck her hard. Her stomach is flat, her breasts small and perky, and topped off with rosy nipples that I am dying to suck red.

“Beautiful…” I tell her as she scrambles to get on the massage bed. She sits nervously, waiting for my instructions, and my dick is painful from how hard that made me.

“Lie on your back, little dove,” I command, and she does so instantly. Staring at the roof as if transfixed, too shy to look at my face. I take a couple of steps towards her before squirting some oil onto my hands from the container on the nearby table. I rub my hands together, warming up the oil, all while my eyes are devouring her whole.

After I am done warming up the oil, I place a hand on each of her thighs before I start deep massaging the tissue there. My knuckles rub her perfect skin in circular motions. Any remaining tension drains from her body as my hands work on her muscles.

My hands move down her thighs, all the way down to her feet. I grab one perfectly arched little foot and start to massage it, the look on her face is one of pure bliss, and a smile draws itself on my face.

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