Chapter 5

She was incredibly nervous which might've been cute had my dick not been so fucking hard. It was sexy as hell that she was so unnerved especially since I had done little more than get undressed. To her credit, she did calm down some once I got into the position she'd given. Or at least I thought, until I felt her shaky hands touch my shoulders.

Popping my head up, I grinned at her. "No need to be nervous, Shelby. If it'll make you feel more comfortable, you can talk to me while doing this."

"Well, I normally don't, but I–"

"Tell me about yourself. I want to know about your hopes, dreams, and fears. Anything you feel like sharing with me."

Her hands had started to slide over my shoulders, but at those words, she stilled. "Okay. I'm going to start at your feet."

I dropped my head back down, and I could see her dainty feet with bubblegum pink painted toes briefly before she walked out from in front of me. I could hear the rustling of something as well as a slight clanging and I knew whatever she was getting was on the metal tray beside the bed.

A few more seconds of silence followed, then I felt something cool touch my skin and I realized she was dribbling oil of some sort onto me. The scent of coconut filled the air, and I knew I'd always associate the fruit with this night forevermore. I closed my eyes while forcing my breath to settle.

She was now working one ankle and calf with her hands which felt more amazing than I'd ever imagined it would. Everything right now was innocent, but that would change the higher up her magical fingers went. From time to time, she would dribble more of the oil onto my leg or the back of my knee as she made her way to my thighs.

When she reached the very top, I stiffened in anticipation, but she didn't touch me where I ached to feel her hands the most. She was silent as she started down my other thigh, making sure to relish the same treatment to it that she had my other leg. By the time she reached my knee, I heard her softly clear her throat.

"Is everything good so far?"

"Yes," I answered. "This would be even better if I could hear that sweet voice of yours, though. Your words can distract me."

"Distract you from what?"

Something told me this woman was a vixen at heart, but her innocence in moments like this was sexy as hell. I wanted to corrupt her... to torment her... to ruin her... and I suspected that one night I'd accomplish it all and more.

"All I can picture is your mouth on my dick. Hearing you speak distracts me from it."

"Oh," was all she said at first. "I suppose I can answer some of your earlier questions." Even I had forgotten what they were until she continued. "My dream is to expand my chain of luxury spas. I want to bring them to all the big cities like New York City, Chicago, and Los Angeles. I've worked very hard in Denver to build a brand, and one day, I hope more of the country can see it."

"I'm sure they will," I murmured. I liked women with ambition, and she had it in spades. Most of them that I knew would be satisfied to have found the success that she had here, but not Shelby. It was admirable.

"I used to hope to find a way to catch your eye."

"Why me?" I asked curiously.

"You're different than a lot of the other men here. Some just want to collect notches on their bedposts, while others want to just inflict pain on someone willing."

"And you think I'm not interested in the same?" I asked, and her hands stilled momentarily before she continued working them down my calf.

"Partially, but it's not the only thing you want. I've noticed you for several weeks, watching and waiting for an opportunity to meet you. As you can tell, I'm not the most comfortable with men I barely know. Despite you being a bad boy, I still wanted to meet you."

"A bad boy, huh?" I asked with a chuckle. "I want to do very bad things to you so you're probably right about that assumption."

"I knew it," she said in amusement, and I could hear her smile even though I couldn't see it. "I do have a few fears, too."

"Such as?"

"I'm terrified of heights, needles, and storms."

"A lot of common phobias," I responded.

"I get heart palpitations just thinking about being anywhere too high to jump to safety, and I get physically ill at the very thought of needles, although I wish I didn't because I love tattoos. It's fear that has kept me from getting one, and likely will forever."

"Makes sense now as to why it's a hard limit of yours."

"Storms scare me probably more than anything else. I never encountered many of them growing up, so by the time I moved to Colorado, I got a rude awakening in each of the four seasons. I'm afraid of drowning which would explain why I hate floods so much. I'm also a bit claustrophobic so the very idea of being caught in an avalanche is frightening, but tornadoes terrify me most. The thunder, lightning, and uncontrollable fury of one reminds me..."

"Reminds you of what?" I prompted when she stopped mid-sentence.

"Nothing. It just scares me."

I suspected she was not being truthful, but she had moved back up my body and was now sliding her hand between my legs. Usually, I silenced a woman by touching her in this way, but a little reverse role-play wouldn't hurt at this moment. In fact, it felt fucking amazing as her slick hands ran up and down my shaft. It was lying straight down, and I wanted so badly to turn around so she could have full access. I pushed those thoughts away, intending to go with the flow.

"Your hands are like magic," I offered up, then added. "I bet your mouth will be, too."

"I am skilled in that way," she replied, then began to tighten her grip on me.

We both grew silent outside of a groan here and there as she practically worked me to an orgasm, then moved away before I could give in to one. She dribbled more oil onto my ass cheeks and lower back this time, and I let her continue her work.

I had pulled something during my earlier workout, so her hands kneading my tensed muscles was definitely welcomed. Shelby knew exactly where and when to apply pressure, proving to be every bit the pro I'd suspected she was. Beauty, ambition, and talent were a great combination, and one that was rare to find in all the same woman.

"You're very tense," she'd said a few times as she worked on those particularly sore muscles. "Turn around," she finally told me after she had loosened the tightest of knots in my neck and shoulder blade.

I turned as instructed, and our eyes met. Although we had yet to do anything more than this, hers were nearly glossed over. Considered by most in the club to be a pleasure Dom, I always focused on the ecstasy of my submissive, often pleasuring one until she begged for mercy. If Shelby was already this aroused over just this, it would certainly be fun to play with her.

I kept my gaze focused on her and just after she grabbed a different bottle of oil, I reached out and gripped her arm. She turned, and I saw that earlier nervousness return. "I'm just going to do to your front side what I did to your back side. I–"

"There's plenty of time for that," I told her, then crooked my finger at her. "I still have the taste of your tongue on mine from last night, and I've spent the day imagining how sweet you'd taste elsewhere."

"You have?" She swallowed hard, then looked at me and the table.

I rose up into a seated position, watching how she shifted nervously on her feet. My eyes then moved to the oil and a slow smile spread across my face. "Cinnamon, eh?"

She flashed a quick smile at me, and I swore I got even harder just imagining how hot it would've burned as she rubbed it over my body. I was still down for it, but now my need to play with her first became even more urgent.

"Switch places with me on the table and give me what you have in your hand," I instructed.

After she handed me the labeled vial, she slowly climbed up onto the table. I waited for her to lay down on her back before stepping back to fully appraise her. A quick glance downward was all it took for me to see her dewy pink lips glistening with her arousal. Her hands on my body had turned her on, but it would have nothing on my hands and tongue. I could still remember the way she squirmed atop me when I'd been playing with the ice the night before.

"Yesterday, I cooled you down, but now it's time to heat you up."

She moaned softly, and the sound went straight to my cock. Fuck, everything about Shelby was hot. Before I could get started, I moved away for just a moment. After rifling through the drawer in a nearby cabinet, I found some pink silk ties. I truly did like the color on her, despite her objections about it.

"Do you remember your safeword?"

"Gemini," she repeated.

"Good girl."

I could see the smile tip the corner of her lips at my praise. Hopefully, she would abide by my rules for the rest of the night so I could keep her both aroused and contented. I said nothing else for several seconds as I tied each wrist to the legs at the head of the table. I briefly debated on whether to tie her ankles up too and not knowing how much she'd be able to take, I decided to go ahead and do that.

After returning to the same drawer and grabbing two more strips of silk, I spread her legs wide, then wrapped the material around her dainty ankles. I then pulled it as taut as possible before fastening it to the legs at the bottom of the massage table. Now, I was able to drink in my fill of her, knowing she would soon quench my thirst for her in a different way.

"We've not gone over house rules yet."

"I know those at Syn," she told me. "They were in my membership paperwork."

I chuckled at her response. "I was referring to my rules which I expect to be followed when with me."

"O-okay," she stammered, and I grinned broadly at her.

"You're never to come unless I give you permission to do so. It doesn't matter what I'm doing to you, either. You'll take all that I have to give until such time that I deem mercy to be appropriate. Is that understood?"

"Yes," she answered quickly.

"Growing up, I'd always been told not to play with what I eat, but your pussy is far too much temptation. I'm going to do both when it comes to you. If you're ready, we shall begin."