Lovers: XOXO [the guidebook]

❤️/East: Violet x Gin vs. The Spa (Pt. 3/3)

ALL THE LEMONS!

(WARNING: THIS WAS REALLY EMBARRASSING TO WRITE SO BE WARNED; IT'S REALLY KINKY!)

"That feels cold!" Violet whined, her body shivering from the oil dripping over her body.

"Don't worry. It will get warm real soon."

Tossing the bottle back onto the cart, Gin slid his free hand over Violet's breast to her neck and back down again until her right side was glistening with oil. Breathing heavily, Violet let Gin's other hand, which was holding hers above her head, to do the same thing with her other side, allowing him to rub the oil coating her skin over both her fleshy mounds in slow, firm waves.

The slippery sound of his wandering hands moving over her chest had Violet holding her hand over her mouth to prevent the lewd sounds held at the back of her mouth from spilling out of her mouth.

"Why are you holding back your sweet voice?" Gin said, playing with both of her nipples with his thumbs.

"D-Don't do that!" Violet cried, squirming under his hands.

"Oh? Don't you like feeling a little pain too?"

Violet took a sharp intake of breath when he started pinching them, making the warmth between her legs all the more unbearable.

Satisfied with her reaction, Gin's hands slid down Violet's sides, ripped off the towel that was feebly covering her hips, and tossed the towel to the floor. Then, hauling himself over to the bed, Gin placed Violet's legs over his shoulders and kissed the creamy inside of one of her thighs.

"I can't forget the legs can I?" Gin said, licking his lips.

The excitement in his eyes was unmistakable as the looked down at the shaking, delectable mess he made trying to cover herself from his singeing gaze. Violet's embarrassment almost drove Gin to act on his urges, but he kept himself in check and began rubbing his oiled hands over her soft legs.

"You always complain about feeling sore around here," Gin said, gliding his hands down her legs, past her ass, and to the small of her back.

"You're such a tease," Violet pouted.

Gin's hands then moved from her back to her stomach, travelling up her thighs before grabbing them and prying them apart.

"But you like it."

"What are you--"

Violet's words were cut off when Gin began rubbing her down there. In an instant, Violet's back arched at the touch and she let out an unrestrained moan.

"G-Gin," Violet mewled, his hand expertly sliding down between her folds before sinking his fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She felt her face boil with blood when she heard the squelching sounds his fingers were making with her, the feeling of his long fingers brushing along that spot driving Violet crazy with delirium.

Gin leaned over Violet, licking his lips that were curled into a depraved smile. "Didn't you know? A happy ending is included in this package."

His fingers pushed deep inside of her before slipping out to tease at her clit and soak it in her fluids.

"Are you enjoying your massage Miss Leigh?" Gin whispered by her ear.

At this point, Violet was shaking uncontrollably, the apex of her pleasure reaching close to its peak.

"I-I enjoy it very much," Violet sighed, her shame eradicated.

"From a weirdo like me?"

Violet's shivering calmed and she looked up at Gin whose smile was gone and whose eyes were looking off to the floor. Violet smiled. How can you be so cute?

"Gin," Violet said as she draped her arms over his shoulders, "if you were exactly like what I expected you of being, I would've been bored of you a long time ago."

Gin glanced at Violet still frowning. "So if I keep doing stuff that's weird to you, you'll never get bored of me?"

Violet sighed and shook her head, smiling. "I love you because you're weird, you weirdo. I would have never fallen as deeply in love with you if you weren't you."

"But it sounded like you were complaining about me a while ago," he mumbled.

Violet pecked him on the cheek. "It's because I have a hard time understanding you, doofus. Any 'normal' person your age wouldn't be trying to solve conspiracy theories, or make intricate schemes to destroy a person's life."

"What? You mean no one else thinks the moon landing is fake?"

"Don't try to be smart with me!"

Violet laughed and leaned her head on Gin's forehead. "I don't think I'll ever full understand you," Violet whispered, "But that won't stop me from loving you like I do. If I 'solved' the mystery that is you, what else will keep me thinking about you constantly like I do?"

She felt Gin's chest move when he sighed. "How do you always know what words to say to make me happy?"

Lowering Violet onto the bed, Gin tilted his lover's head back and kissed her softly. "I know for sure that the moon landing was fake," Gin said, pressing his body on Violet's, "but no matter how hard I study you, I can never figure you out."

Gin and Violet continued "massaging" their lips and tongues together on the bed, the oils glazing Violet's naked body sticking to the white masseuse uniform Gin was wearing.

"That looks painful," Violet sighed as she stroked the hard thing pressing onto her stomach.

Gin stood on his knees and began unzipping his pants. "Will you help it feel better with your flexing, Love?"

Kissing more heavily, Violet and Gin were poised for another kind of flesh pounding until a knock at the door ceased and desisted their pornographic activities.

"Sorry to intrude," said a timid voice behind the door, "but could you do your business off our premises? We don't want other people to think we offer those kinds of services."

LOLOL

Sipping on a green health shake from a glass mason jar, Violet sat on a lounge chair just out of the waiting area at the front of the spa. She was waiting for her boyfriend who was spending a copious amount of time at the receptionist's desk talking to the front desk employees and purchasing stuff.

"What's taking him so long," Violet said once her patience--and her green smoothie--were depleted. When she reached the front desk, Violet noticed two large bags sitting on the counter of the desk.

"Thank you for everything," Gin said as he picked up the receipt from one of the receptionists and hauled off the bags from the counter.

"What are those?" Violet said, eyeing the bags Gin was carrying. From the open tops of his bags, Violet could see a whole cart-full of therapeutic oils, creams, and something that looked oddly like the white uniform Gin "rented" from a spa employee.

Gin gave Violet a conspiratorial smile. "I really enjoyed our time in the spa so I thought why not recreate it when we get back home?"

"You didn't..."

"Shall we continue our session, Miss Leigh?" he whispered into her ear.

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On that day, Violet discovered that Gin was really into roleplay.

LOLOL

What will Violet discover next? Here's a sneak preview:

"Do you hate this?" Violet whispered into James' ear. James trembled, his breathing becoming more unhinged, more erratic. She continued to slide her hand down over his crotch, extracting a few tantalizing moans from the back of James' throat.

"Do you want me to stop?" Violet inquired again before licking his ear.

James bit down hard on the gag, his temples pulsing under the makeshift blindfold blinding him. He shook his head.

Violet giggled and kissed him "innocently"on the cheek. "Good boy."