I Belong to Her

Chapter 18

The next morning I wake up to the luxurious sensation of having my feet massaged. It feels so incredible that, for a few seconds, I think I'm dreaming and try to avoid waking up. The feel of fingers kneading my foot is all too real, however, and I moan in bliss as each individual toe is rubbed and stroked with just the right amount of pressure.

Opening my eyes, I see Ryujin sitting on the bed, gloriously naked and holding a bottle of massage oil. Pouring some into her palm, she bends over me and starts massaging my ankles and calves next.

"Good morning," she purrs, looking at me. I stare back at her, mute with surprise. Ryujin has given me massages in the past, but usually only as a way to relax before doing something that would make me scream. She's never woken me up in this pleasurable way before.

There is a half-smile on her sensuous lips, and I can't help feeling nervous. "Um, Ryujin," I say uncertainly, "what . . . what are you doing?"

"Giving you a massage," she says, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Why don't you relax and enjoy it?"

I blink, watching as her hands slowly move up my calves. She has large hands. My legs look impossibly slender and feminine in her grasp, though I have well-defined muscles from all the running. I can feel the calluses on her palms scratching lightly against my skin, and I swallow, the unbidden thought that those hands belong to a killer entering my mind.

"Turn over," she says, tugging on my legs, and I plop over on my belly, still feeling nervous. What is she up to? I don't like surprises when it comes to Ryujin.

She starts kneading the back of my legs, unerringly finding the areas most sore from yesterday's race, and I groan as tight muscles begin to loosen up under her skilled fingers. Still, I can't relax completely; Ryujinis far too unpredictable for my peace of mind.

Apparently sensing my unease, she bends over me and whispers in my ear, "It's just a massage, my pet. No need to be so worried about it."

Somewhat reassured, I let myself relax, sinking into the comfort of my mattress. Ryujin's hands are magic; I've had professional massages that were nowhere near as good. She's completely attuned to me, paying attention to the slightest change in my breathing, to the most minute twitch in my muscles.  After several minutes of this, I no longer care about her strange behavior; I'm simply wallowing in the bliss of this experience.

When my entire body has been thoroughly massaged and I'm lying there in limp contentment, Ryujin stops and shepherds me into the shower. Then she goes down on me, pleasuring me with her mouth until I explode in mind-blowing release.

At breakfast, I'm practically humming with contentment. This is the best morning I've had in months, maybe even years. By some strange coincidence, Lia made my favorite food Eggs Benedict with crab cakes. I haven't had anything this decadent since my arrival on the island. The food Lia cooks for us is good, but it's usually on the healthy side. Fruits, vegetables, and fish seem to make up the majority of our diet. I can't remember the last time I had something as rich and satisfying as the Hollandaise sauce Lia made today.

"Mmm, this is so good," I moan around a mouthful. "Lia, this is amazing. These are probably the best eggs I've ever had."

She grins at me. "They did come out well, didn't they? I wasn't sure if I got the recipe right, but it seems like I might have."

"Oh, you did," I reassure her before I serve myself another portion. "This is great."

Ryujin smiles, her eyes gleaming with warm amusement. "Hungry, my pet?" She herself has already eaten a sizable serving, but I'm on the verge of catching up to her.