“I’m going to give you a massage, because I enjoy the texture of your skin.”
She eyed the oil askance. “And that’s payment enough?”
He snorted. “Of course not. We’ll see where things go from there.”
When she was stretched out on her back, a towel under her and another folded under her head, he spread oil over her skin and started to work out knots she didn’t know she had. In no time, she was so relaxed it felt like subspace.
Everly’s mind buzzed, but her body felt like it was asleep and having the best possible dream. Ambrose tugged at her nipples with his slippery fingers, making her squirm. He parted her legs and massaged her thighs, then moved upward, spreading oil along her labia and then nudged between them to oil her clit. He rubbed it between his fingers, trapping it, holding her open and exposed while he made little light circles over it with the fingers of his other hand. He teased her until she was gripping the desk with clawed hands and her hips were thrust as high as she could go, silently trying to convince him to let her come.
Two fingers wedged up into her slick entrance, and she wondered how much of that slickness was his oil and how much was just her. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over her sensitized nub.
“Oh God, Ambrose. Please let me come.” Fuck, begging for it was just turning her on more.
“I will, sweetheart. But not yet. You can wait, can’t you?”
She wanted to scream and cry and have a fit. Evil man! But the desire in his pretty blue eyes made her want to please him more than herself.
“O-okay.” Why was she agreeing? Maybe if she said no he would have gotten her off right away. She was so damned close.
“Good girl.” His approval was so thick he could have fucked her with it. “You’re such a good girl for me, Everly.”
“Good enough to get a reward?” she ventured.
“Soon, baby. Come on, turn over for me.” He urged her to turn over, then positioned her so her arms were down by her sides and her legs were spread. She didn’t complain. She needed to come so bad it hurt.
Ambrose lifted her hips and wedged a pillow under her.
“Mmm. Your poor, sweet ass is so red.” He spread oil on her back, over her ass, and down her thighs and calves, then started to work on the knots on that side.
“A mean man beat my hiney,” she mumbled in a baby voice.
He chuckled, tracing what were probably welts back there. It tickled and made her jump. She tried to draw her legs back together, suddenly feeling shy that he had a front-row view of everything she owned.
Without hesitation, he moved her legs back where he wanted them. “No, Everly. You need to stay where I put you.”
The correction made all of her subby instincts turn her into putty. Just words. He didn’t need to smack her to make his point. His command was enough.
He worked the knots out of her shoulders until she was pretty sure she’d drooled on the towel. Maybe that was the real reason it was there.
Her back was next, then her ass. Although the area felt bruised, he was gentle enough that she didn’t complain. Her thighs and calves followed. When he’d finished there, her whole body felt pliant, but also like she was floating. His fingers wandered up her thighs, and he caressed her ass, moving gradually closer to the cleft. She clenched.
He kissed her shoulder. “Shh. It’s okay, Everly. I know someone hurt you here, but I’ll take my time.” One of his hands closed over the back of her thigh. A finger strayed into the divide and tickled its way down, skipped over her bottom hole and moved on to her clit. He caught it between two fingers and rubbed it until she was begging again, then he brushed his finger back up to her asshole. He touched her there gently, carefully, rubbing around it, over it, getting her used to him accessing whatever he wanted.
“When I play with you, your whole body is mine, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes, Master.” She whined. “Please let me come, Master.”
He groaned and grabbed a possessive handful of ass cheek. She gasped.
“You make me crazy.”
“I’m not sorry.”
Instead of being upset, he chuckled. More oil dripped down the crack of her ass, making her groan as the coolness met her overheated skin.
His slick finger traveled back and forth over her asshole, and eventually she couldn’t stay tensed against him anymore. He played with her clit and applied pressure to her anus. She covered her eyes as she felt her body give up its fight and gradually let his coaxing finger in.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned. “Look at that. It wasn’t so bad, was it?”