Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
She’d had Chain arrange her so that her head was towards the bank of golden-green-blue flames, which gave off a gentle warmth, and her feet were to the judges. It just seemed like she would be able to relax more than way, she thought. It would be better if she could pretend she and Chain were the only ones in the room and no one else was watching.
The big Kindred seemed to think the same thing because her leaned over her and murmured in her ear, “Relax, sweetheart. It’s just you and me here. Just concentrate on my hands on your body and forget everything else.”
“All right.” Vicky sighed contentedly. Soon she would have to demonstrate her “technique” by telling him exactly what to do to her. But for now, she could take it easy while he warmed her up.
And warm her, he certainly did. Her skin still had a light coating of the vexba oil so there was no need for Chain to use anything else when he started the massage. Vicky felt his big, warm hands gliding over her body, starting at her back and shoulders and then moving down her arms before continuing to smooth over her hips and ass and all the way down her legs.
He’s touching me all over first—getting me used to his hands on my body, she thought dreamily. It was a lovely sensation and it started a warm tingling in the pit of her stomach. She liked that the big Kindred didn’t just dive right in like her ex would have. Not that Kevin ever would have given her a massage—that would have been a waste of time, in his estimation. But Chain seemed to relish touching her body, handling her as though she was a beautiful but delicate piece of art that he was privileged to be able to caress.
After several trips with his hands gliding up and down her body, he started the actual massage—to her surprise—at her feet.
Vicky gave a surprised start and then a little moan of pure pleasure as he pressed his thumbs against the arch of her right foot and then balled his fist to rub against her entire sole.
“Oh my God—that feels good,” she murmured. The way Chain was touching her wasn’t sexual but it was certainly sensual and the way he was massaging her tired feet made her feel even more relaxed.
“I’m just doing as you’ve taught me, my Lady,” he murmured. “To me, every part of you is beautiful and deserving of my attention and devotion.”
“That’s lovely, Chain,” Vicky murmured contentedly. “Continue with the massage, please. You’re doing wonderfully so far.”
“Thank you, my Lady. Pleasing you is my highest reward.”
He spent a good amount of time on her feet and then moved back up to her shoulders where he began to knead with expert skill, making Vicky moan again. Because of her daily responsibilities, she carried a constant knot of tension right between her shoulder blades that not even the relaxing purple vexba oil of the pool had been able dissolve. But Chain found it now and pressed his thumbs into it, rubbing and massaging until it seemed to magically melt away, easing the constant little ache she always felt.
“Oh,” she heard herself murmur. “That’s good, Chain—really good.”
“It’s as you taught me, my Lady,” he said again, smoothly, “A female cannot be truly well-pleasured until she is completely relaxed.”
Vicky didn’t know if that was strictly true or not, but it certainly sounded good—she hoped that Torella and Lornah were taking note. Then she did her best to put the two Priima Bellans out of her mind and just enjoy the massage which was absolutely the best one she’d ever had in her entire life.
Chain’s big hands seemed to be magic. After thoroughly massaging her back, they glided down to her waist and hips and he spent some time kneading her upper thighs and calves. By the time he came back up to her ass, Vicky’s whole body felt like jelly. And when he palmed the globes of her ass and began a slow, sensual massage that opened her inner thighs with each circular movement he made, she didn’t feel uncertain or uncomfortable at all.
“My Lady,” he murmured. “As per your earlier instructions, I wish to stroke and caress every inch of you. Are you ready for the more intimate part of your massage now?”
“God, yes, Chain,” Vicky heard herself say with no hesitation.
With a little moan, she spread her thighs wider for him, well aware that he must be seeing her bare pussy as he rubbed and worked her. But she didn’t even care.
No wait, she did care, she decided. She wanted him to see her there—to see how warm and wet and relaxed he was making her. How ready she was getting for him to do more…to take the next step.