In Your Clutches

Part 25: Show-Off

ASHER

My head, neck and shoulders, all ached so badly. I couldn't sleep the whole night before the flight, even the one before that, and the flight just added to the stress on my body. I took some painkillers and then returned to our room. Our room, felt weird to say.

Amelia was still in awe of this place, judging by how she was gaping out through the glass door. She looked pretty with her slightly wet hair, her thin alluring legs were on full display because of the short night dress she wore and her flushed cheeks added to her overall innocence. She brought me something warm in two huge cups and my throat instantly went dry on seeing them. She gave one to me and I took a small sip and damn, how good that felt.

Shaking my head, I sat on the chair in the room and rested my head back. I had a lot of work to do before the meeting but I decided to close my eyes for a bit. The silence in this place felt so soothing but the pain in my head stopped me from relaxing.

Then I switched on the TV for some news and from my peripheral vision, I found her blowing at her hot drink. I had happily planned on spending some time alone, but considering as brilliant as my luck was, my wife was told to accompany me and mess my brain even more if it was possible. After a few minutes she left to keep the cups back and I closed the TV because there was nothing new on it, that I didn't already know.

Still with eyes closed, I massaged my knuckles and the slight pressure alleviated the pain a little. I continued doing that until I felt soft hands over my hard ones.

My eyes opened up and I found her towering over me. "Shh... let me give you a little massage. It used to work wonders on Jas-nothing." She said sheepishly.

I understood whom she was talking about and I felt my blood boil. I wanted to refuse her directly but her hands felt so good that I gave in and closed my eyes. Her fingers gently kneeded my forehead and a wave of relaxation hit me. She knew what she was doing. Her hands soothed my headache as she gently massaged my scalp and slowly made her way down to my neck.

The muscles in my neck relaxed as she made circles with the pulp of her fingers, going towards my shoulder. She was definitely a witch who was casting a spell on me with her hands. My body felt so light all of sudden and the urge to sleep overwhelmed me.

Something other than sleep also overpowered me. The desire to feel her hands all over me. I couldn't stop myself from imagining her hands tracing all the way from my neck to my abs, teasing me with her not-so-seductive eyes.

"Fuck," I groaned. She stopped for a moment and then hesitantly, once again started doing her magic. She undid all the knots in my muscles and made me feel lighter than air. I wished I could give her the same pleasure she was giving me, maybe more than that. If only I could pull her close to me and give her the same attention she was giving me. But then again. I couldn't.

"Is it better, hubs?" She asked, pulling me out of my not-so-innocent thoughts.

"Yes, wife." I said and my voice sounded much hoarse. It was weird that her massages was turning me on so badly. I wanted to resist the temptation but when her fingers dug into the skin of my shoulders, an involuntary moan left my mouth and I slapped myself internally.

She pulled her hands back on hearing the moan and that was when I pulled her towards my front.

"I... I should go sleep now," she said but before she could leave, I gripped her wrist tugged her forwards; the force causing her to fall on my lap.

She gasped as I wrapped my arms around her waist and kept her glued to me. My eyes locked with her hooded ones and I could see the same desire in her eyes.