Playing Their Parts

Reality came back and Cassie realized she could be blowing their cover by trying to keep her partner from getting her naked. Reluctantly, she released the shorts and allowed Stone to pull them all the way off, leaving her completely bare on the massage table.

Well, at least I’m still face-down, she thought, pressing her thighs together tightly. Which meant her partner couldn’t see her breasts and sex. Although he was probably getting an eyeful of her problem areas—her too-large hips, thighs, and ass.

After a moment, Stone began the massage again—this time starting at her feet and working his way up. Though Cassie was tense with body anxiety, it was impossible for her not to moan softly as her partner worked the tight muscles of her calves expertly with his big hands.

She was just starting to relax again, when Stone started in on her thighs.

Tree-trunk thighs, Keith’s voice whispered in her head. You could really stand to lose some weight there, babe. Maybe if you did some exercises that were just for that area you could get them at least a little smaller…

Cassie squeezed her thighs together even tighter, miserable with the thought that Stone was probably thinking the exact same things her ex had said to her so many times. Was he wishing he had a thinner partner to play this part with? Maybe Melissa from Vice—she was stick-thin.

She’s also way back on Earth—light years away from where you and Stone are now, Cassie reminded herself. You need to try and get over this insecurity so you can play your part. Remember what Kat said—you can’t let your cover slip, even for a moment! You could be endangering the whole mission because you’re upset about Stone seeing your overlarge ass!

But all the self-recrimination and lecturing in the world couldn’t help her relax like she knew she ought to. She just laid there feeling miserable and she actually jumped a little when she felt her partner’s big hands being to caress her bare bottom.

“Mistress,” Stone murmured, as he rubbed her, lightly at first. “Have I ever told you how beautiful I find this part of your body?”

“Uh…what?” Cassie actually lifted her head out of the face-rest cushion and looked back at him for a moment in shock. What was he talking about? Was he still just playing a part?

But the look Stone gave her wasn’t like one conspirator winking at another. In fact, quite the opposite. His pale blue eyes were blazing with desire as he continued to stroke her bottom.

“Your ass,” he growled softly, beginning to knead the body part in question. “It’s so full…so luscious. It’s a pleasure and a privilege to touch you here and try to ease your tension.”

Oh my God, I think he actually means it!

Was her partner an ass-man? Did he actually like big butts and hips and thighs? Was her pear shape as lovely to the big Kindred as a skinny girl’s shape would be to a human man?

Cassie’s head was spinning. She remembered everything Kat had told her about how the Kindred loved full-figured women. It had seemed like a nice concept at the time but Cassie hadn’t applied the idea to her relationship with Stone. Mostly, she supposed, because they were just friends.

Only friends don’t rub each other’s asses and then say how much they enjoy doing it! whispered a little voice in her head.

And how did she feel about that, Cassie asked herself? She had always considered Stone incredibly attractive but way, way out of her league. With his chiseled features and big, hard, muscular body, they weren’t even in the same ballpark. But could it be that her partner found Cassie attractive? As attractive as she found him?

That was hard to believe and yet, the way Stone was looking at her reminded her of a starving man looking at a buffet. That piercing look in his blue eyes was hungry and it seemed that Cassie was exactly to his taste.

“Um…thank you, Stone,” she murmured weakly at last. “That…that’s very nice of you.”

Not sure what else to say, she put her face back in the face-rest. But her partner wasn’t done yet.

“I love to touch you—love to massage you,” he went on, his long fingers digging skillfully into her flesh as he worked on her bottom and her upper thighs. “I dream about it often, Mistress. About stroking your beautiful body and bringing you pleasure.”

“You…you’re doing an excellent job of it,” Cassie assured him breathlessly. God, she couldn’t believe he was talking this way to her! He didn’t have to say all this stuff in order to play the part of her body-slave, so why was he saying it?

“I could do even better if I was allowed to use my tongue and not just my hands,” he growled softly. And then he was parting her legs to massage her inner thighs.