Chapter Thirteen

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"What if Clara I give you a massage?" He asks and I look up at him through teary eyes.

"How is that going to help right now?" I ask.

"Trust me it will help you relax." He smiles sweetly," lets go to my house because I have a massage table and oils there. Plus my bathtub is huge for after."

"Okay." I smile.

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His house as he called it is a apartment and its huge. Its got floor to ceiling windows that over look the city and the floors are white sterile marble. I notice that the massage table is out in a smaller room.

The room has a cream carpet and large windows with light blue curtains. Sighing quietly as I inhale the scent of lavender and rose oil, I feel slightly calmer. Watching as Tobias undoes his tie and rolls up the sleeves on his shirt.

"Now Clara I'm going to leave the room would you be able to strip down and put your robe on. I know this is difficult but do it." He smiles softly handing me a soft white fluffy robe with Tobias embroidered onto the right side and I can smell the scent of him clinging to the soft fleece.

He walks out and softly closes the door while I turn around before taking the top off over my head. Unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them off I stand in my underwear, do I take of the underwear too.

The door handle rattles slightly before  opening I spin around and Tobias chuckles at me," guess you got a little confused. You need to take them of too or you can leave them however you're most comfortable. "

"Can you take them off?" I ask in a quiet voice as I twist around nervously on my feet.

Gingerly he walked over and tugged on the waist band of my panties before sliding them down my legs. Sharply I inhale a deep breath while his fingers accidentally brush my skin down there, I can tell its accidental by the puppy dog look in his eyes as he is crouched before me gazing up at me.

"Its fine." I smile at him while he continues to slip them down.

They eventually pool by my feet and I step out of them, I walk back a few steps to the table and sit on it. Tobias picks the plain lilac silk panties of the floor and places them on a cozy white chair where my clothes have been folded and placed.  We are silent as he walks behind me to undo the hooks on my matching bra. His soft hands gently brush the straps off over my shoulders.

Closing my eyes trying not to focus on how vunerable I feel right now, finally parting my lips to take in a quiet breath. His fingers slide the straps down my arms and the bra is off. Opening my eyes and daring to look up at him, I can't help it he is gorgeous but I am fucking petrified of what the hell will happen.

"Its okay." He seems to respond to my reaction,"I will stop if you're uncomfortable."

He pulled away and scratched the light stubble on his jawline, one day I wanted that stubble to scratch on my inner thigh while he ate me. I couldn't help the smirk that came across my face. One day. One day I would let him do that to me and I would definitely enjoy it.

"Clara lie down on your front face down on the table first." Tobias picks up a bottle squirting what I can presume is some sort of oil onto his hands.

Slowly and cautiously almost as if I might break he begins to delicately stroke his hands over my skin. Working them to the point I can feel tight knots of stress breaking down and dispersing, I moan out closing my eyes and I savour his touch. Tobias moves the oil down from my shoulders to the curves of my ass. The oil feel oddly warm and soothing.

"What oil is it?" I ask him curiously.

"Just some chamomile and lavender oil." He says beginning to rub and massage my ass and moving to the tops of my thighs.

Holding in a breath while his hands move in almost circular rubs on my thighs and I gasp.

"That feel good?" He questions huskily. 

"Yeah you are good at this." I smile putting my head back down.

I giggle when he tickles my feet,"see doesn't this help. Just relax."

Breathing out just as he works his way to my feet, biting my lip trying not to chortle out laughter.

"Are your feet ticklish beautiful?" I curl up my toes when he begins to start tickling them properly.

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