“Get on, I want you face down. Don’t make me ask again.”
She does as I ask, but I don’t miss the way she wiggles her ass as she does it. She’s trying to tease me, but only one of us is going to win this fight. It’s not going to be her.
I wait for her to settle before grabbing the oil, warming it in my hands before I start her massage.
I keep it mostly professional at first, only swiping against her sideboob twice as I massage her shoulders and sides. I make sure to get my fingers in deep, finding each knot to release the tension.
She moans and hums as I work, making me smile. I enjoy making her feel good, even if it’s not sexual. Still, this isn’t going to stay the calming massage she thinks it is. I’m only luring her into a sense of security before I take it away.
I massage down each of her arms, making sure to even do her hands. I want her pliant. None of that bratty energy for her tonight. As much as I love when she defies me, tonight I want her begging.
When I finally move to her ass, I feel the way she arches up into my touch. I don’t move away from her cheeks, though. I actually speed through that area, leaving her sighing.
She spreads her legs as I move onto them, but other than an occasional brush against her center, I leave her alone, focusing on the massage.
“Kenji,” she groans as I make another pass on her inner thigh.
“Shh. Enjoy your massage.”
She grumbles a little but doesn’t speak again.
So I get back to work. I massage each foot, making sure to dig my fingers into the arch. She moans, her body shaking as I work her. I wait until her body is completely relaxed, then I step back, stopping all movement.
“Kenji, what are you doing?” she whispers, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the room.
“Stay still. I’ll be back. If you obey, I might reward you.”
Then I walk away. I walk into our bathroom, washing my hands for several minutes. Then I sit and wait another three minutes before I move to the bedroom.
There, I grab what I need.
When I finally make it back to the living room, I find my girl in the exact position I left her in.
Good. She’s being agreeable tonight.
“Kenji?” she murmurs, her tone sleepy.
“Shhh.” is my only response.
Then I’m at the table. I set the items I grabbed between her feet on the table. Then I grab the rope and begin tying her to each leg of the table. She doesn’t fight me. Instead, her breathing grows faster.
It’s turning her on. My girl always loves being tied up. She likes having no choice but to give in to me.
Once I have her secure, I lean over, kissing the nape of her neck. She shivers. I smile against her skin before I grab the second item I brought with me.
As I open the bottle, I coo at my girl, “Such a good girl. Not even trying to get free. I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m so proud of you.”
Then I put the lube on my fingers, not bothering to warm it this time. I want her to jump when she feels the sensation on her skin.
Pressing my fingers between her asscheeks, she hisses at the cool sensation, her body attempting to arch away, but she can’t move.
“How’s that feel, little one?”
“Cold,” she breathes.
I continue to move my fingers between her cheeks, barely pressing over her hole with each move. When her body finally calms down, I press into her slightly, making her breath catch.
“Relax. Let me in,” I demand.
