𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚

𝟏𝟐

After ten minutes, when I was on the verge of screaming at him, that creature finally closed his laptop, got up from his seat, and walked towards the small embellished wardrobe.

He rummaged through the wardrobe for a while before taking off his white satin shirt, unbuttoning the sleeves as he had done before. I turned around, not wanting to see what he was doing.

The sound of his white shirt hitting the floor echoed in the silence as it unknowingly sent a shiver down my spine.

The soft satin shirt moving across his toned body, the light reflecting off of his smooth skin.

Gosh, Ruby.

I bit my lower lip under my teeth trying to shake off the image, my head.

T. A. E. H. Y. U. N. G's P. O. V.

I shed my shirt, letting it fall to the floor as I pulled out a satin bathrobe and my pants still on me.

I looked in her direction, noticing her looking away. A smirk formed on the corner of my lips as I put on my bathrobe loosely.

Calling out to her, I asked, "How will you give me a massage if you can't even look at me?"

She got caught off guard by my sudden remark, her eyes widening as she turned in my direction and spotted me in a bathrobe. Too bad, babygirl. I already know your tricks.

The shock on her face was evident, her mouth slightly agape as she struggled to form words.

With a smirk, I saw her tiny figure rising from her seat as I walked to the bed and positioned myself on the bed, leaning my back against the headboard.

"You can start by rubbing my shoulders," I instructed her, my eyes closed as she mouthed an "okay."

She began to knead her fingers into the muscles of my shoulders and I let out a slow sigh of relief, sinking deeper into her touch.

So fucking soft.

Her fingers moved skillfully over my bare shoulders as she sat beside me on the bed. I could make out her gaze on me.

She kneaded out the tense muscles in my back. I let out a small moan, fully relaxing under her touch.

So likely my babygirl.

Suddenly, she stopped, herfingers detaching from my skin.

I quickly opened my eyes, "What made you stop?" I breathed out barely able to speak in my real voice as it was most likely a whisper.

I am needy. Shit.

I tried to sound as calm as possible despite the sudden pause in the massage causing a surge of neediness to rise within me.

Get your shits together, V.

"Um.. sir it's time for your stomach" she said under her mask.

I nodded, closing my eyes tightly as I felt myself getting hard.

Not, right now.

She let her fingers lightly graze over the sensitive spot on my shoulders before moving her hands away completely.

"Ah, the oil. I think a little extra moisture would be quite... beneficial?" She spoke with a subtle hint of seduction in her voice as she moved to the side table beside the bed, her fingers tracing the various bottles of oil that were neatly placed there. 

"Please, relax, sir." She whispered softly as she resumed her movements, undoing my bathrob which was already loose and now rubbing the oil into my stomach, her slender fingers massaging my skin with gentle yet firm pressure. "I will take care of everything."
 
Well, we'll see.

I sighed with contentment, closing my eyes momentarily as I surrendered myself to her skilled touch, the warm oil seeping into my skin and bringing a sense of bliss and relaxation that was nothing short of heavenly.

I can't do this. I might lose my control.