Playing Their Parts
Cassie gasped quietly but didn’t try to stop him. The sensation of her partner’s big hands on her bare body felt too good for her to protest. And now that it seemed he actually liked this part of her body, she felt much less inclined to try and squirm away from him in shame.
“So beautiful,” Stone murmured, massaging even deeper. “So ripe and full and perfect.”
She could feel him pressing against her outer pussy lips as he rubbed her now. Though he didn’t enter her, with every massaging stroke, she could feel the pads of his thumbs pressing against her sensitive clit on either side—in essence, giving her a clit massage too, even though he never directly touched it, having never parted her pussy lips.
Cassie bit her lip as sparks of pleasure rushed through her. She couldn’t hold back the moan that rose to her lips or stop herself from lifting her hips and spreading her legs, giving Stone better access to her bare pussy.
“Gods, Mistress, so gorgeous,” he growled hoarsely. “Are you ready to flip over and let me massage your front now?”
“My…my front?” Cassie bit her lip, her uncertainty rushing back. Should she let her partner do this? It was, after all, supposed to be an erotic massage but still…
“There are certain areas I could reach more easily if you turned over for me,” Stone murmured. As he spoke, his thumbs rubbed relentlessly against her outer pussy lips, caressing her swollen clit within and making Cassie hotter than she could ever remember being.
“I…I don’t know, Stone,” she whispered. “That seems rather, er, intimate, don’t you think?”
“Trust me,” he murmured again. “You know that I’ll always be gentle with you, Cassandra. I’ll never hurt you. I just want to give you pleasure.”
His use of her real name instead of calling her “Mistress” made Cassie wonder if they were going too far. Was Stone forgetting himself? Losing himself in the role he was playing?
If so, she was definitely in danger of losing herself too. The big Kindred’s hands on her body were incredibly erotic. He touched her with a knowledge and skill that no other lover she’d ever been with had displayed.
But he’s my partner—my best friend, Cassie reminded herself hazily. I can’t lose sight of that! If I’m not careful, I’ll ruin the best friendship in my life!
Because how could they go back to being just partners if they went too far together here? Cassie didn’t believe in the idea of “friends with benefits.” She’d tried it once before, with a dear friend in college, and had lost him as a consequence. When you brought physical intimacy into a friendship, it almost always killed the friendship and ruined any relationship going forward. Things just got…awkward after you went too far with a friend.
But all the reasoning in the world couldn’t seem to compete with the fact that Stone’s hands on her body felt so incredibly good and his warm, rich scent was making her dizzy with lust.
“Turn over, Cassandra,” he growled softly in her ear. “Let me massage your beautiful breasts. Let me stroke your hot little pussy until you come for me. I can smell your desire—I know you want it as much as I do.”
“Oh, God!” Cassie gasped, her hips bucking as he continued to rub her pussy with his thumbs. Was she really going to do this? Should she?
Most definitely not, whispered the voice of reason in her head. But somehow she found she was doing it, turning over to bare her breasts to her partner and maybe even spread her legs for him…
“Enough. We are satisfied with what we see.”
The deep, burbling voice startled Cassie so much that she let out a surprised squeak and nearly fell off the table. Once again, she had forgotten that they were being watched. It sent a cold chill down her back to realize that this intimate moment with her partner was being observed by the disgusting, slug-like Xempi Gozeriam.
“Careful!” Stone caught her and helped her off the table. “Are you well, Mistress?” he asked, looking down at her, his brow furrowed with anxiety.
“I…I’m fine. I just need to get dressed. I…”
But when Cassie looked down at herself, she realized that she was dressed. Once more she was wearing the metal bikini, black leather boots, and cape. The soft white massage clothes had disappeared—and so had the tropical hut with the waves shushing gently outside its door. The only thing left to let her know it hadn’t all been a dream was the light sheen of massage oil on her skin.
“Where…how…” She looked around herself, not understanding.
“As we told you before, the dream-star makes thoughts into reality but only for a limited time,” Xempi Gozeriam told her. His Slimefullness was unfortunately visible again, up on the stage on his raised dais, surrounded by his female guards—a much less pleasant sight than the tropical massage hut Stone had dreamed up.