Chapter 95 Massage my clit MASSEUSE 1
Mrs. Grace’s husband had booked the "Total Sensory Reset" as a surprise for their anniversary. He had told her it was a world-class treatment, something to help her forget the stress of the city. But the luxury came with strict conditions.
As the attendant led her into the private suite, a thick, black silk blindfold was pulled tight over her eyes. The knots were checked twice.
"You must not remove the blindfold, Mrs. Grace," the attendant whispered sharply into her ear. "Under no circumstances. If the seal is broken before the session ends, you will face a 5-million fine and a lifetime ban from all Royal Spa locations. Do you understand?"
Grace nodded, her throat dry. "I understand."
She was helped onto the heated leather table, lying face down, her body completely bare. The attendant left, and the heavy door clicked shut.
Drave entered through a side door. He was already completely naked. His massive, dark body was a wall of muscle, his skin shimmering slightly under the dim lights. Between his legs, his cock was a thick, angry rod, pulsing with every step he took. He loved the silence. He loved the 5-million reasons why she wouldn't dare peek at the beast standing over her.
He moved to the head of the table. He didn't speak. He simply placed his giant, warm palms on her shoulders and pressed down. The weight of him was immense. He didn't move his hands at first; he just let her feel the sheer scale of his strength. His palms were rough, calloused, and radiated a heat that seemed to seep straight into her muscles.
"Mmm... ohhh..." Grace whimpered. The size of his hands shocked her. They felt like hot iron against her skin.
Drave began the massage, his touch heavy and rhythmic. He didn't use oil yet. He wanted her to feel the friction of his rough skin. He began at the base of her skull, his thumbs kneading the tight cords of her neck with a slow, grinding pressure. He moved downward, his hands spanning the entire width of her back. Every slide of his palms was a slow, agonizing crawl. He felt her spine under his touch, tracing every vertebra as she shivered beneath him.
He moved down her spine, his thumbs digging into the muscles near her waist. He lingered there, his pressure increasing until she was forced to gasp. He was claiming her body inch by inch. He slid his hands under her hips and pulled her upward, forcing her into a crawling position.
"Aah… -gh..." Grace gasped as her ass was hoisted into the air. She felt incredibly exposed, her knees sinking into the soft leather of the table while her backside was offered up to the silent man behind her.
Drave stood behind her, his own breath turning into deep, hungry grunts. He leaned in, his naked chest brushing against her rear for just a second, a fleeting touch of hot, hairy skin. He grabbed the warming oil and poured it in a long, golden stream over her tailbone. The liquid was almost too hot. It pooled at the base of her spine before beginning its slow, sticky journey downward.
Then, he started to rub. But also, he didn't just rub the oil; he used his entire forearm to smear it across her buttocks, his skin sliding against hers with a loud, wet friction. He reached around her thighs, his large hands pulling her legs wide. He hooked his fingers into the creases of her thighs, tugging them apart until she felt the cool air of the room hit her most sensitive parts.
He began to massage the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her center. His fingers would dance just a hair’s breadth away from her opening, then retreat to her knees, making her whine in frustration.
Grace was squirming, her sightless head tossing on the pillow. She could feel the moisture building, a heavy, slick ache between her legs. She was getting soaked. So damn wet, her juices mixing with the oil.
"Mmm... aah... ohhh... mmm…” She moaned shamelessly.
Drave loved that moan. It was a sign that she wanted it.
He didn't wait. He buried his hand between her legs, his palm slapping against her wetness with a loud squelch. He found her clit and began to massage it with a heavy, circling pressure. He didn't use just his finger; he used the heel of his palm to grind against her, creating a friction that made her world spin.
“Oh, fuck… ohhh, yes…. ahhhhh..”
He could feel her pulsing against him, her internal muscles twitching in a desperate attempt to grab hold of something solid.
"OHHH! YES! AHHH! MMM-NNN! RIGHT THERE!" Grace screamed into the darkness of her blindfold. She bucked her hips back, searching for more of that rough, silent pressure. She was a slave to his touch, her body arching and twisting as he worked her pussy with a relentless, heavy rhythm. He kept at it, his eyes locked on the way her pink flesh swelled and gripped his hand.
Until… her pussy clamped down on his fingers, pulsing hard as a long, sweet moan escaped her.
"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!"
She slumped back down, panting. “Fuck!” she cursed breathlessly.
The silence returned, but it was interrupted by a new sound. The sound of skin on skin. Drave was standing right behind her, stroking his massive, wet cock. He was standing so close she could feel the heat radiating from his rod.
He moved, dragging her down until she was on the edge, her knees folded instinctively allowing him to settle as he leaned over her. Grace felt something much larger and hotter than a finger pressing against her opening.
It was thick, blunt, and soaked in pre-cum. The head was massive, a solid weight that seemed to vibrate against her sensitive folds. It brushed against her clit before resting right at the entrance of her pussy. He pushed just a tiny bit, just enough to let her feel the girth that could stretch her apart.
"What... what... are you doing?" she w
hispered, her voice trembling with fear and desire.