Beneath the Surface [Yandere!Itachi x Reader]

Chapter 5

Never in a million years did he think he would ever reach a new-found goal so quick. He wasn't complaining but his heart would be jeopardized from the amount of irregular rates it's been through the past week. 

He swallowed audibly and he was sure that was a sign giving away his nervousness. It wasn't the first time a client requested a glute massage, it was just the fact that it was her. She yearned for him to touch her, he just knew it. The way she stared at him with her reddened, ripe cheeks made him want to take her face in his hands and just kiss them all over. 

Just like usual when he was around her, his hands were quivering and trembling with elation. "Are you sure?" He berated himself after he inquired such a ridiculous question! What if she changed her mind because of his query? He held his breath for her answer. 

"Yes, my trainer seems to believe I should be less stressed than usual and demanded me to ask for a massage, especially on my ass." The contradiction with the way she spoke aroused him more, if possible. 

"… I see. I am ready if you are," he spoke tactfully. However, the words left a delightful churning in his stomach with the way there was an insinuation in his reply. 

The bewitching female already lied face back down again, her posterior just aching to be touched. As he stared intensely at her behind he managed to ask without stuttering, "Would you like to do this with a cloth covering?" 

"No, it's alright," 

Yes! Gods, yes!  

He played their music and walked over to her so that he was next to her behind, beginning to explain, "I'm going to start with the glute major," 

"Just do your shit already." 

Will she ever cease to surprise him? Probably not. She had quite the foul mouth, the things he could do to that mouth, to make it clean... 

The moment he pressed upon her left cheek, it was pure heaven. Massaging, rubbing, moving to make it as pleasurable as he can for her because the Gods knew it was for him. Even without stimulation he could have created another mess in his pants. 

He moved to the top of her hip, working his way around and back to the muscles that would be the death of him. He effectively implemented his techniques on both cheeks just because it partially fulfilled one of his fantasies. 

Lifting one delicate leg by the ankle, he pinned down the glute muscle as he stretched the leg, moving back and forth.  

He would have liked to engage in another personal conversation with her but he was too focused on her bottom to even think of any questions to ask. 

It was magnificent, just like the rest of her body was. Now that one thing was crossed off his bucket list, he was greedy for other things to be accomplished as well. 

Make love to her, hear her scream my name in pleasure, my fingers functioning heatedly in her as well as my shaft... 

You have the opportunity to slip a finger in and claim it's a mishap, his dark side snickered. 

He would have given a death glare if his conscience took on a human form but alas, that was not the case. 

He mourned as the time went by too quick. He wouldn't know when the next time was opportune for him to feel her nice, squishy posterior again. 

"That felt marvelous," she said.  

"I hope you enjoyed the experience..." As much as I did. 

"I truly did," she replied, back in her refined form of speaking. 

"I will leave you to change," he abruptly said to her. Perhaps I could alleviate my throbbing pain in the security room once again. 

"No, I trust you won't be a peeping tom." 

As tempting and shocking the offer was, the security room seemed to hold more benefit. "I insist on respecting your privacy as you demanded earlier." He hurriedly left before she had the chance to respond. 

If he had stayed there, he would have had to resort to simply imagination but why do that when he could stare attentively at the cameras and get the full view? 

He kicked the guard out, who was too intimidated by his presence to question why he barged into the room suddenly. Locking the door, he quickly plopped on the seat with his pants down. He changed the screens and paid close attention, his eyes fixating on the curvaceous figure. 

His hand enveloped himself and felt his member leaking tremendously and he hadn't even begun yet. He hoped to last longer this time, for his reverie to become more detailed as the feeling would build up... 

The male featured her on the bed this time, expecting him to give her the gratification she craved. He would comply with her wishes as he hovered over her, coaxing her legs to spread wider. His fingers sensually rubbed her thigh as his lips entangled with hers for a deep tongued kiss, battling for dominance. He would win because she would let him, let him prove that he owned her and dominated her, and no one else did. 

His fingers would tease her, make her cry out for more and he would see her beautiful face distort to an even more alluring expression.  

And he exploded then, because he couldn't take anymore after envisioning the exquisite sight she granted him. 

I haven't even made love to her yet, he thought wistfully to himself, I must last even longer. 

He believed these "relieving sessions" would become a daily thing for him if she visited the spa everyday. 

She was dressed in her proper attire, waiting outside the room for him. She smiled at him and he needed every inch of his control to not snap in a daze. "I've paid for my session at the reception desk. Your employee was very kind to me." 

"Ah, Shisui? He is my cousin." 

He could've sworn her smile turned brighter but that was just his imagination turning on him as usual. Just his imagination. 

"Interesting. Have a nice day Itachi. I just might have booked another session in two days." 

He nodded absentmindedly, saying his farewell. Regretfully, he wasn't paying attention to the sway of her hips as she turned around and walked away. His fists clenched into jealousy and anger. 

Shisui...