by Frankie Love
I smiled tightly, scared all of a sudden of being vulnerable with him, of letting my guard down and really going for what I wanted—which would be his hands all over my body, in a very unprofessional way. No matter how much I wanted to break out of the mold I had made for myself, it seemed when push came to shove, I ran.
“Like I said,” I told him, curtly, “I want a relaxation massage.”
“Right, okay,” he said, straightening himself, no longer leaning towards me. His body language became all business, and I regretted pulling away.
I undressed in the changing room alone, taking off my thong and bra, looking at myself in the mirror before I lay down under the sheet draped over the massage table. I looked tense, just like I felt. The bath from the night before, and the release I had felt then, was long gone.
Liam rapped on the door before letting himself in. An air diffuser let out the soft smell of peppermint, and a dim lamp lit the room.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, as he tucked the sheet around the edges of my body. I murmured yes, eyeing his shoes as he stood before me. For a moment I thought about the fact that if I leaned up, my mouth would be on his cock. I shut my eyes, trying to block out that thought. The last thing I needed to do was get the table all wet by getting aroused.
“I’ll start by working on your back.” He lowered the sheet to my waist, and my skin prickled with the cool air of being exposed. He added oil to his hands, and began rubbing my shoulders in a circular motion.
Within moments, I let out a deep sigh, knowing how badly I needed self-care.
“That good?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I said breathlessly.
And it was. He continued to work his way down my body, not missing a single area. My thighs trembled as he worked them gently, my mind not able to get off the idea of his hands pressing between them, finding my pussy and massaging that too.
“You okay?” he asked at one point. “You still seem tense.”
“I’m good, I just need to be taken care of.” The words slipped out before I could edit them.
“I can take good care of you,” he said, leaning closer to my ear, making his words and intentions clear.
As he continued the massage, I felt his fingers grab my ass a little harder than a massage would normally require, and soft groans emitted from his mouth. He worked my back, grazing his fingers in a fluid motion, soft as a feather, from my spine to my toes. Every zone of my body was afire and alive. He had woken me up.
The ninety minutes passed quickly, and ended too soon. I wasn’t finished having his hands stroke me.
“You’re all done,” Liam said. “I can leave you to change….” His voice trailed off.
“Actually—” I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and sat up. “I’d like to thank you. That was the best massage of my life.”
“How would you like to thank me?” he asked, his clear eyes meeting mine. He looked hungry with desire, and I glanced down nervously. My nipples were erect through the sheer sheet and I arched my back slightly, letting go of the fabric.
It was a bold move, but I knew he wanted it.
I wanted it, too.
“I’ll thank you however you please.”
I wanted him to take charge. That was what I needed: a man who knew what he wanted. A man who wanted me.
“You need to get on your knees.” His voice was sure and solid and I wanted to obey him.
Silently I got off the table, my entire body naked before him. Before I lowered myself to my knees, his hand slapped my ass—hard. He likes it rough, I thought, smiling. In that moment I couldn’t imagine being unwilling to do anything he asked of me.
Once on my knees, I took a deep breath—so horny, so hot, that it took everything in me to not dip my fingers into the folds of my pussy and let out a bit of relief. Looking up, I met his eyes.
“What now?” I asked innocently.
“Now you give me the thanks you offered.” He undid the buckle on his belt, and the button of his pants, then moved his hands away.
No guy I’d ever been with had been so direct, so certain. Blaine had been the exact opposite. But I needed and craved someone to tell me what to do for a change.
I pulled down his pants and boxer shorts, anxious to see his cock. A man’s cock always turned me on, and I knew his would be large and hard. A guy wouldn’t be so confident about getting sucked off by a stranger if he worried about being small.
This guy was all confidence and muscles and strong arms, and as I tugged his shorts over his hardness, I knew I was right. My eyes grew wide and my pussy was soaking wet as I took in his long shaft. I wanted to press my lips against his skin, against his impressive span. I wanted it in my mouth.
But I also wanted to give him a proper thank you, and I knew I should take my time. So I took him in my hands, and let my mouth fill with his balls. I twirled them with my tongue as Liam let soft moans escape his lips.
I let my tongue slip over the length of him, and, once at the tip, I let my mouth cover him. Pressing my lips against his skin, I took as much as I could at once.
Liam held my head with his hands, and together we moved in and out, in and out, his cock hard and so large I was nearly gagging. He pushed my head against his groin so I would take him deeper, and I did. Willingly.
I didn’t care that he thrust himself into my mouth so forcefully. I needed him to.
When he came, my mouth filled with his saltiness. Before I could decide what to do, he told me.
“Swallow.”
I did as I was told. It was empowering, even though it seemed like it would be the opposite. I was liberated … because I wanted to be on my knees. I wanted a man to take control.
He pulled out, and he let me look at him full-on. My mouth tingled and my pussy tightened as I realized there was so much more I wanted.
I stood, wrapping the sheet back around myself. “I guess I should get dressed?” I asked, not really wanting to, wishing he wasn’t buckling his pants. I wanted him to push me onto the table and fuck me hard, but I wasn’t going to ask.
I was so done with being the one in control.
“I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?” he asked. “Earlier, on the table, you said you needed to be taken care of, remember that?”
“I remember.”
“Then listen closely,” he said, coming towards me. “You are going to get back on that table and let me do my job.”
I dropped the sheet again and wordlessly backed myself onto the table. My knees pressed together, and I watched the rise and fall of my chest, anticipating what he would do next.
“Spread your legs.” His voice took on that take-charge tone again, the one I responded to.
I let my knees fall to the table, feeling exposed.
“Now don’t move, or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”
He pulled my ass to the edge of the table and lowered himself to his knees. His arms wrapped around my thighs. His mouth nuzzled against my pussy, and my body instinctively jolted.
Raising his head, he gave me a sexy smile, raising his eyebrows. “I thought I told you to hold still?”
“You did.”
“And what did I say would happen if you didn’t listen?”
“You would teach me a lesson.”
“Good, you remembered.” Then he grabbed me by my waist and slung me over his shoulder. I let out a gasp of surprise as he slapped my ass twice, nice and hard. Then, in one swift motion, he laid me back down on the table. I was breathless, but he wasn’t even winded.
“Oh my God,” I said, so turned on. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet. I’m going to take care of you first, remember? Now, don’t squirm, or you’ll have a red ass.”
I eked out an okay, and then let my back fall to the table, realizing this was my deepest fantasy come to life—a fantasy I hadn’t even realized I had.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and buried his face in my pussy once again. I let out soft moans, but kept
my body still, wanting to be a good lover.
His lips brushed against my folds, and his tongue found my clit and flicked around it fast, faster than I ever could with my fingers. Then he slowed down, letting his tongue run up and down, from the beginning of my opening, to my ass. We hadn’t kissed, but the smooth pressure against the inside of my thighs told me he would melt me if our mouths collided.
Fuck, I was already melted. Letting out deep, guttural moans, I felt come seep from my pussy as I orgasmed. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, Liam didn’t seem to think one orgasm was enough. He stood, and told me what he was gonna do next.
“I bet you’re used to something soft and gentle,” he said, “but I know what you really need is something deep and hard. That tension we were talking about? I’m gonna make it all melt away.”
His eyes were on mine as he spoke, and it wasn’t aggressive. It was as if he knew exactly what I had been through, and wanted to take that pain away, one orgasm at a time.
I would let him.
His fingers began to press inside me, hitting my g-spot quickly, as if a magnetic pull brought us together. He moved in me fast and hard like he said he would, and my moans became more urgent. Panting as he pressed another finger into me, I lost the ability to breathe.
“You’re so nice and tight,” he said, words I’d never heard before.
I realized Blaine had been a selfish ass—all that time wasted, when I could have found someone to please me. But in this moment that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the fact that Liam caused me to tremble as another orgasm shot through my walls, my pussy pulsing as it clenched tight in a way I couldn’t do on my own.
“Fuck,” I screamed, my back arching uncontrollably.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to move, but he had done this to me. His fingers were in my pussy and his thumb still circled my clit, and another orgasm rolled through me. His eyes were heady with desire, and I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and pull his mouth to mine.
But then a bell rang, and interrupted my next move.
“Shit,” Liam said, moving his hand slowly from my heat. “Another client.”
“Oh,” I said, disappointed, but also a bit worn out. No guy had ever gone down on me like that. “Do you have clients all day?”
“You want more?” he asked, that smooth, sexy smile returning.
He crossed his arms and his pecs flexed under his cotton tee. I wanted to rip it off. I wanted him to pick me off the table and pin me against the door.
“I need you to tell me what happens next,” I begged. “I need you to tell me where you want my pussy.”
“Mmmm, you are a good, submissive lover.”
“Is that what you like? Telling women what to do?”
“I like telling you what to do.”
I closed my eyes, letting his words fill the space for a moment. He knew the exact right thing to say.
“So what you are going to do, Callie,” he began, “is put your clothes on, and walk out of here. You’ll go to your room and take a nice long nap, because when you come back here tonight at eight, I’m going to need you to be able to listen. And I also need you to have stamina, because I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Is that a demand?” I asked coyly, standing in front of him, pressing my hand on his cock, which began to grow hard again.
“Hell, yeah, it’s a demand. I know what you need, and it’s my job to take care of you.”
“Just your job?” I asked, playing with the idea that this could be more.
“Not a job like being a masseuse; it’s my job to make you come. It’s my job to teach you how to fuck my cock.”
With that, he turned and slipped out the door, leaving me alone to dress. To walk away with shaking legs and a fast beating heart.
I would come back tonight. I needed to.
I had no choice.
Chapter Eleven
Returning to the cabin, I couldn’t suppress the smile on my face. The day was brisk, but the sky was clear, just like my mind. I had clarity for the first time in what felt like months—maybe even years.
I was done holding the reins so tightly that my skin cracked and my heart turned cold. I wanted to be filled with the warmth that had blossomed in my core.
Obviously life couldn’t be all ecstasy and orgasms, but it also didn’t have to be bitter and judgmental. I didn’t want to be so rock-solid that I forgot what it felt like to have waves wash over me, breaking me down so I remembered that I was alive.
This was my life. My one precious and wild life.
I had been too rigid, for too long.
Liam had broken me free.
And fuck, I was going to do it all again tonight.
Opening the door to the cabin, I knew that for now my story would stay my own.
“Hi, Courtney,” I said. “Your day go okay?”
“Yeah, I mean, I wish I had splurged on going on a kayak trip or something, but it’s been okay,” she said briskly. “Quiet, but fine. What are you so smiley about?”
“I just had the best massage of my life.”
“That’s great.” She pulled Brie and grapes from the fridge. “Wine?” she asked, holding up a bottle of Chardonnay.
“Yes, please,” I said, realizing that I had stepped away from my regular role of making the food, and the world hadn’t ended. Court got a knife for the fig jam and put the crackers in a bowl. “This all looks so yummy.”
“Good,” she said. “Well, I’m glad the massage was nice. It’s the worst when you get a crappy masseuse. This one knew what they were doing?”
“Yeah, he definitely knew what he was doing,” I say, hiding my smile with a gulp of wine. “Actually, I booked another one for later tonight. I figured what the hell, we’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Right, what the hell,” Court said, turning her back towards the sink. I could tell something was up with her, but before I could ask Willow walked through the door. And maybe it was for the best; my body was in a state of bliss and I couldn’t really get caught up in Courtney’s mood.
Willow was smiling, and flush from the fresh air. She plucked a grape from the platter and popped it into her mouth. “I’m famished! My body’s sore from head to toe.” She sat on her bed and began to unlace her hiking boots.
“After we eat do you want to head to the soaking tubs?” Courtney asked. “It would probably feel really good after the hike.”
“Actually I’m going on a night hike. I promised the group I was with today I’d join them,” Willow said, pouring herself a glass of the Chardonnay and stripping off her hiking clothes. “It’s a full moon tonight.”
I didn’t say anything; my mind was suddenly exhausted. Liam was right. I needed a good, long rest. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander away from the conversation taking place in the cabin—something about thongs and soaking tubs—and instead went to dreamland.
Imagining Liam telling me what to do, I fell asleep.
Chapter Twelve
After my nap, I took my time getting out of bed. The cabin was so warm and cozy, and I stretched my arms over my head, delighting in my decadent day.
“Good rest?” Willow asked. She sat on her bed, wrapped in a towel, rubbing lotion on her arms.
“Yes. Exactly what the doctor ordered.”
Well, not the doctor, exactly. More like Liam. But I wasn’t going to get technical.
“I’m so glad. My bath was fantastic. This weekend has been just what I needed.”
“The hike was pretty good then?” I asked. Lying on my side, I propped my head up with my arm.
“Yeah, I mean the hike was good….”
“But?”
“Well, the two guys on the hike, they were the guys from the lobby.”
“That’s cool. My masseuse was one of those guys, too.”
“Oh, yeah?” she asked. “Was he like … you know, open-minded?”
My mouth dropped open. “Willow, what are you implyin
g?”
“Well, these guys were really … umm, horny.”
“Okay, so if they’re horny all their friends are?”
“I don’t know. I mean … I guess I wondered.”
“Did you do something with the guys on the hike?” I asked.
“What, like, besides hike?” she asked, feigning innocence.
I chucked a pillow at her and, ducking her head, she laughed. “Okay, yes. I did do something.”
“You wouldn’t have brought it up if you didn’t want to spill the beans.”
“I know.” She covered her face for a second. “Okay, if I tell you, no judgment, promise?”
“Promise.” As if I would judge. I’d just gotten on my knees and sucked the cock of a guy I didn’t know.
“Have you ever had a threesome?” she asked.
“No. Have you?”
“Almost. Today. Like, in the woods.”
“That’s pretty….”
“Pretty what?”
“Pretty hot. I mean, it’s totally hot. You and two guys—and, those guys? That’s like every girl’s wet dream.”
“Wow, Callie, I’ve never heard you talk that way, or expected you to. You’re always so, so….”
“Bitchy?”
She laughed. “I was going to say uptight.”
“Did you tell Courtney about this?”
“No, you know how she gets. For one, she assumes I’m some sexual deviant, when really I’m just a twenty-two-year-old woman who likes to have fun. She doesn’t get that it’s not always fun. A lot of times it’s lonely. Dating. One night stands. Guys who don’t call you back.”
“Boyfriends who mooch off you for a year and then break up.”
“I’m sorry, Callie. I know you liked Blaine.”
“Honestly, I think I just liked being the one in charge. It’s always been my default. It’s safer that way, when I call the shots.”
“But now?”
“Now maybe there are other things I want. Like someone to take care of me.”
“You’ll find someone,” she said, scooting over to my bed and squeezing my hand. “I know you will.”
