Wolf Mountain Peak Complete Series, page 90
part #1 of Wolf Mountain Peak Series
“I knew you guys were celebrating that night,” he claimed. “There were no guards on the borders. It wasn’t dangerous.”
“Why were you in bear form?” Olivia posed yet another question, lowering her tone. “What were you afraid of?”
“I just shifted, because I had a feeling you’d come after me,” David explained, maintaining a calm tone of voice that both puzzled and frustrated her. Neither her glares, nor the obvious anger in her eyes were enough to affect him. “And you did.”
“Look, stay away from me, ok?” Olivia grumbled, as her chest heaved. “Don’t come back to Paxton. It’s not safe for you there.”
She let out a huff of exasperation, as she spun around. But, before she could head back into the bar, she sensed a tight grip on her wrist.
“I’m sorry,” David spoke, his tone soft, as he leaned over her. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Let me make it up to you,” He continued, pulling a blue, business card out of his pocket. “I’m a massage therapist. I work at ‘La Femme North’, it’s a beauty salon on I-87 S, and it’s about five hundred south of ‘Star Deluxe’ hotel. Come get a massage tomorrow afternoon; on the house. My shift starts at two. I’ll be waiting.”
“Let go of me,” Olivia commanded, feeling her inner beast twitch in unease, as she looked up at him over her shoulder. David exhaled hard, dragging his gaze away from her, as he obliged. His excuses had not convinced her. He might have been polite to her, but, in her mind, it was the least he could do for unraveling her life. If David really wanted to meet her, he could have selected a much different approach than just a brazen invasion of her privacy.
Making her way back to her table, Olivia could still feel her heart racing in her chest. Her friends were clearly having a good time. In particular, Amy and Breanne were laughing out loud, clutching their stomachs, whereas Ava was leaning forwards, chuckling as well.
“There she is!” Ava exclaimed, tipping her head back. “Where did you go? I was just telling the girls about how Helena seduced Cliff.”
“I know I’ll probably regret saying this, but…” Olivia paused, as she pulled her chair out from her table. “My stalker was just here. Raul was right. He is a shifter. His name is David Hudson,”
“Huh!” Ava gasped in surprise, as her eyes glinted with amusement. “Really? What does he look like?”
“Yep,” Olivia affirmed with a nod. “He’s tall, 6’2”, 6’3” maybe. He’s really handsome. Light-brown hair, green eyes, strong jaw… he gave me some crazy story about admiring what we did to Redfield’s clan as an excuse for watching me the other night. He said he ‘had to meet the heroine.’ What an idiot… anyway, he and his buddies were playing that music we heard on our way here.”
“Oh, God,” Ava chuckled, raising her hand to cover her mouth. “The guy’s got a serious crush on you.”
The brunette’s conclusion had come as no surprise. David himself had admitted to setting up a live performance to impress her. He wouldn’t have done so, had he not been interested in her.
“Maybe,” Olivia shrugged, lifting her beer bottle to her lips. “It doesn’t make sense, though. Where did he see me? It’s not like I’m a celebrity or anything.”
“It could be that he’s got a crush on the…” Ava held her hands shoulder-width apart, with her index and middle fingers on each one flexing, “…heroine.”
“Ava, I don’t care,” Olivia responded in a stiffer tone, as she eased her glass back down on the table. “He’s a bear shifter. He’s off limits.”
“That’s true,” Ava agreed, adopting a more serious voice, as her face tightened.
“He apologized for stalking me,” Olivia informed them, glancing at her friends around her. “He’s a masseuse. He offered me a free massage at the salon where he works.”
“Hmmm…” Ava hummed, raising an eyebrow. “That’s not a bad idea.”
“It’s a stupid idea,” Olivia disagreed, settling her gaze on her friend. “He came out in the open, he admitted his mistake, and he apologized for it: end of story.”
“Yeah, but…” Ava faltered, as she leaned her elbows on the table. “Have you noticed how uptight you’ve been lately? You need to relax, Liv. What would be better than a good massage? Come on. If you don’t go there, he might think you’re not accepting his apology. And if he thinks that - ”
“He’ll come back,” Olivia finished her friend’s sentence, realizing the validity in her friend’s assumption. A sliver of fear sliced through her, as she imagined the consequences of his potential visit. Should the guards find him, they would howl to their Alpha, and then engage him. A bloodbath was sure to follow. David would be mauled in the jaws of her pack, but his grizzly bear was so strong that the wolves of Paxton would mourn at least one more of their own. Olivia had suffered enough grief. She wouldn’t risk a battle of that scale, just because of her reluctance to accept his proposal. This time, she would not simply mourn any potential losses. She would have to carry the weight of her decision for the rest of her life.
“I’ll do it,” She said, her voice but a whisper, as she gazed into the void.
“Great,” Ava chirped, as she flashed Olivia a big smile. “Can I come with?”
“No,” Olivia rejected her idea. “This is something I have to do by myself.”
A lie: that’s what she had resorted to, in order to avoid her friend’s presence. Ava would have more than enough crude remarks for David, on the drive back to Paxton. A mere glance at him would initiate an entire list of comments like: “He’s hot,” “Amazing chest,” “Sexy abs,” and “Cute butt,” Ava wouldn’t stop, and Olivia had absolutely no need for that. She needed to put an end to this, not have a constant reminder of David’s looks.
Chapter Eight
A sense of relief crawled through Olivia’s body the following morning. What started with David’s intrusion three days ago was now just hours away from being over, once and for all. More importantly, it would end without anybody getting hurt. The peace in Paxton would not be disturbed. There would be no battles: no blood; no death. She wouldn’t reveal this to anyone, not even Ava; but that was her biggest concern. Her friend’s teasing and her sarcasm about “Mr. Wolf” as she used to call him, were a small price to pay. She could handle that; she was used to that. If Olivia had to choose between hours and hours of Ava’s teasing and the death of a fellow pack member, she would select the former, without a second thought.
As she locked up her grocery shop, an idea popped into her mind: to share what had transpired the night before with her Alpha. Yet, she rejected that notion in a heartbeat. A week earlier, she would have been eager to do so. Back then, she held him in the highest regard. But, that wasn’t the case anymore. He had failed her. Moreover, she could not predict his reaction. Raul could well lead a group of shifters to the salon, and wait for the opportune moment to pounce on him. That would be David’s punishment for going anywhere near his pack. He would have to pay for his crush on her with his very life. Olivia might not have known him, but this was not a fate she wished for him, or anybody else for that matter. Regardless of his mistakes, she meant him no harm.
A few minutes after 2pm, she set out from Paxton in her black pickup truck with a smile on her face. She would grant David’s wish. Poor bear… Olivia was almost certainly sparing him from death, and he had no clue about it. For his sake though, he had to be kept in the dark, for the same reasons as Raul and the pack. They had to stay as far from each other as possible, and secrecy was the key. After that day, her Alpha wouldn’t have to worry about him, and David wouldn’t have to fear the wolves of her birthplace.
The beauty salon that he had invited her to, was just outside the forest, far enough from the noisy highway. A sizeable sign, in purplish font was over the entrance of the large building. It read:
“La Femme North”
The grayish marble floors in the lobby shone under the ample light of the numerous spotlights on the ceiling. A middle-aged, smiling redhead was at the reception desk in the upper right corner. Olivia approached the counter, her eyes sweeping the large room. Multiple, black and white couches were up against the beige walls. A few women were sitting in them, chattering with one another.
“You must be Ms. Hunt,” The receptionist said before she could introduce herself. “We have been expecting you. Please, go ahead to massage room one. It’s in the basement; first door on your right. Your therapist will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you,” Olivia muttered, somewhat puzzled by the clerk’s statement. She turned left, and slowly walked off towards the open door. Within moments however, the woman’s words made perfect sense. Apparently, David had told her about Olivia. Smiling to herself, she strolled down the stairs. He might be forbidden, but the simple fact that he had described her to the receptionist flattered her. Compliments are always welcome, no matter where they came from.
Hopping off the last step, she came across one more open door. Two, white towels were on a wooden bench on her right. Olivia strode through, and picked them up, noticing a third, partially open door across from her. She pushed it open, entering a small room that didn’t resemble the spacious lobby at all. Her heels resounded upon the wooden floor, as she looked up at the ceiling. Scarce, much dimmer spotlights graced it, surrounded by beige walls.
“Hey there,” David’s deep, faceless voice startled her. “Thanks a lot for coming over. Look to your right,” Olivia did as told, only to discover yet another, brown, closed door, on the far wall. “I’m in here. Please, take your clothes off, and lie down on the table. I’d rather if you lay face down, but that’s up to you. Talk to me when you’re ready.”
Appreciating his discretion, Olivia began to undress herself, as a sense of eager anticipation grew within her. Ava’s observation the night before was correct. She had been much too tense in the past few weeks. Her new duties had taken a toll on her. She was in dire need of some relaxation. Of course, it would be preferable if someone else gave her that massage, but the identity or the nature of her therapist did not matter. What really mattered was that he did his job well.
After undoing her bra, she gathered her clothes and her shoes, and left them on the bench in the other room. Then, Olivia took the smaller of the towels, and placed it on the headrest of the table, before moving her right leg over the side. She felt the coolness of the leather on her skin, as she laid herself down. Facing the room David was in she spread the towel over her back to cover her butt.
“Ok, I’m ready!” Olivia announced, putting her arms parallel to her body. The brown door clicked open, as she sucked in a deep breath. Just when she was about to close her eyes, his imposing figure made her think twice. She could see him much better than the night before. David was wearing a tight, light-brown uniform that accentuated his body, with a massage oil belt, draping around his waist. His chest muscles were bulging underneath his t-shirt. The thick veins on his forearms were going all the way up his biceps, disappearing under the sleeves. Before he could reach her, a raspy, female voice confused her.
“Turn off the light. Take a deep breath. And relax,”
“That’s Enigma,” He informed her, as his lips curled into a smile. “It’s called ‘Mea Culpa.’ We need to get you to relax. Close your eyes. It would also be wise of you not to talk.”
Olivia’s eyelids rolled shut, as a rhythmic music filled her ears. A velvety, feminine voice, singing in French, brought a small smile to her face. She couldn’t understand a word being sung; yet, the softness in it sent waves of tranquility flowing through her. David reached down, and gathered her long, blonde strands in his hand. He pushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing the back of her neck, as he placed his free hand on the oil pump. The wonderful scent of almond oil filled the air, as he poured it into his palm. David rubbed his hands together, as Olivia sighed against the beauty of the fragrance. His hands felt soft and warm on her skin, as he placed them on either side of her neck, just below her ears. Kneading his thumbs deep into her muscles, he made his way down, all the way to her hairline. He used his fingers for grip, but did not press them into her collarbone. His touch was firm, not too strong or too weak. He was applying enough force to help her release her tension, proving to her that he knew exactly what he was doing. The sensual voice from the speakers was soothing her, slowly pulling her into a realm of sensation, as he paid all the necessary attention to her neck.
Reaching the base, he placed the palms of his hands on each side of her spine, keeping them parallel to one another. David then fanned each outwards across her shoulders, as if he was outlining the shape of a heart. Slightly sliding them down, he used a kneading motion to work the muscles on her upper back. She slowly exhaled, at the feel of his long, slender fingers on her flesh. David located a knot on her upper back, just under her shoulder blade. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, as her skilled masseuse pressed a little harder. A low whimper escaped her, as he loosened up the knot.
“Damn, he’s good,” she thought to herself. “His hands are so soft…”
David removed his hand from her body, and pulled the bottle of oil out from his belt. Lifting it up and over her back, he pressed his thumb down on the pump. She welcomed its warmth on her flesh, as the beautiful fragrance grew stronger in her nostrils. With both of his hands, he spread it over her lower back, using gentle, clockwise motions. Each passing second showed to Olivia that she had made the right decision. It wasn’t just his skill that impressed her. David was patient: focused; took his time with each area; pampered her; ensured that she released all of her tension. Making his way down her back, he pressed his fingertips into her skin, and quickly released. Opening her eye to a slit, she gazed up at his arm. His large tricep was flexing, casting its shadow down on his arm, as he kneaded her flesh. His gaze was roaming over her back, green eyes darkened in the pale light.
“You sexy bastard… Wait, what? No. No. No! Don’t think like that, Liv! All hell is going to break loose if you touch him! But, look at him. That jaw, those arms, that chest... he’s taking such good care of me; and the music? God, I don’t think he could have picked anything sexier.”
David moved around the table, and faced her legs. A tingling sensation shot up her body, as more massage oil landed on her soles. Wrapping both of his hands around her right foot, he applied pressure with his thumbs. Under any other circumstances, Olivia would have been laughing her heart out. She was extremely ticklish. Still, she was dead-serious, savoring more of his expert moves on her body. David even paid attention to her arch, massaging the heel and the ball of her foot. He repeated the same process to her other foot, but, after he was done with that, he had another surprise for her. He grabbed each individual toe, and gave them gentle pulls. Unlike before, Olivia could not help it. A broad grin formed on her face, as she hoped that he wouldn’t linger on that area for long. She was on the verge of laughter. A few minutes would be enough for her to burst out laughing. Happily though, David did not insist on manipulating her toes any further.
His hands slowly moved up her calves, stretching her silky skin. Olivia caught herself breathing faster, as her escalating heartbeat grew louder in her ears. However, as she enjoyed his gentle touch behind her knees, she picked up another heartbeat. It was quicker, and, before she knew it, it was audible over hers: more flattery; another sign that her stalker appreciated her body. Moisture slipped down her thighs. The mere thought that a man like him was getting aroused during their session, turned her on as well. Fleeing crossed her mind. This was getting out of control. It was forbidden; they would both be in trouble if it escalated. Still, the sensation of his hands on her back thighs, and his thumbs on her thighs, stole from her the will to move. His long, relaxing strokes were causing her to breathe in sighs. His knuckles brushed the towel, as he reached the top of her legs. David’s fingers were two inches away from her pussy, kneading her lightly, caressing her with his fingertips, making her toes curl with pleasure. One more glance up at him turned the flickering flame of lust inside of her into a raging inferno, ready to consume everything in its wake. A few drops of sweat had formed on his forehead; one of them even dripped down. Her dilemma was getting bigger and bigger by the second. Temptation was luring her in the form of a tall, handsome man, who was knocking down her defenses with ease, as he stroked her legs all the way down to her ankles, and then right back up. Every time he went near the towel, she struggled to hold back her whimpers, hoping that he would toss it away. However, in spite of his obvious arousal, he would not do so. Unwilling to leave everything up to him anymore, Olivia reached up. Upon gripping the towel, she slowly pulled it to the side, exposing her toned, curvy ass.
“Oh…” a gasp of surprise escaped David, as his palms stopped behind her knees. “Olivia, what are you doing there?”
“Feel free to work your way up,” she encouraged, as her voice lowered to a deep, sexy rasp. He swallowed hard, as he locked his gaze on her juicy mounds. But, David did not miss the opportunity. Once again, he pulled the bottle of oil out from his belt. In a quick move, he unbuckled it, and let it drop to the floor. A lustful whimper left her lips, as she sensed the liquid warmth on her right ass cheek. Still, this feeling was nothing, compared to the one that his big, strong hands gave her. Olivia bit her lower lip, giving in to temptation, while he spread the oil over her ass. She tipped her head back, when he began to massage her left cheek in circular movements. Now, she could hear his labored breath, as he paid attention to one of the most sensitive parts on her body. David created a roll of her skin, and pushed it up using his thumbs, as he leaned over her.
“Awww, yeah…” she whimpered, looking up at him over her shoulder. “That’s it. God, it feels so good.”
With his thumbs on each side of her ass crack, he dug his tiny fingernails into her flesh, which sent waves of pleasure racing down her body. Running his left hand up her back, and his right one down her leg, he bent his knees. David bent his head toward her, letting out a guttural grunt, as he stared at her ass. Olivia’s moan resounded in the room as she felt his alluring lips on her flesh. His passionate kiss made her shiver in desire, as he stroked her back thigh. Snaking his tongue out, he used the tip to collect small drops of oil while he moved his hand up her leg. She raised both of her arms up over her head, and gripped the edges of the table, relishing the moment. Much to her liking, he was just as patient as he had been before. David trailed his tongue over her ass, caressing her upper back, as his fingertips made contact with her clit. He didn’t stop, upon reaching her crack. Instead, he pulled his tongue back into his mouth momentarily, and then planted another, fiery kiss on her flesh, before snaking it out once more. Olivia tightened her grip on the table, as he gently rubbed her clit in circles. Her moisture soaked his index finger as he slipped it down her pussy.
“Why were you in bear form?” Olivia posed yet another question, lowering her tone. “What were you afraid of?”
“I just shifted, because I had a feeling you’d come after me,” David explained, maintaining a calm tone of voice that both puzzled and frustrated her. Neither her glares, nor the obvious anger in her eyes were enough to affect him. “And you did.”
“Look, stay away from me, ok?” Olivia grumbled, as her chest heaved. “Don’t come back to Paxton. It’s not safe for you there.”
She let out a huff of exasperation, as she spun around. But, before she could head back into the bar, she sensed a tight grip on her wrist.
“I’m sorry,” David spoke, his tone soft, as he leaned over her. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Let me make it up to you,” He continued, pulling a blue, business card out of his pocket. “I’m a massage therapist. I work at ‘La Femme North’, it’s a beauty salon on I-87 S, and it’s about five hundred south of ‘Star Deluxe’ hotel. Come get a massage tomorrow afternoon; on the house. My shift starts at two. I’ll be waiting.”
“Let go of me,” Olivia commanded, feeling her inner beast twitch in unease, as she looked up at him over her shoulder. David exhaled hard, dragging his gaze away from her, as he obliged. His excuses had not convinced her. He might have been polite to her, but, in her mind, it was the least he could do for unraveling her life. If David really wanted to meet her, he could have selected a much different approach than just a brazen invasion of her privacy.
Making her way back to her table, Olivia could still feel her heart racing in her chest. Her friends were clearly having a good time. In particular, Amy and Breanne were laughing out loud, clutching their stomachs, whereas Ava was leaning forwards, chuckling as well.
“There she is!” Ava exclaimed, tipping her head back. “Where did you go? I was just telling the girls about how Helena seduced Cliff.”
“I know I’ll probably regret saying this, but…” Olivia paused, as she pulled her chair out from her table. “My stalker was just here. Raul was right. He is a shifter. His name is David Hudson,”
“Huh!” Ava gasped in surprise, as her eyes glinted with amusement. “Really? What does he look like?”
“Yep,” Olivia affirmed with a nod. “He’s tall, 6’2”, 6’3” maybe. He’s really handsome. Light-brown hair, green eyes, strong jaw… he gave me some crazy story about admiring what we did to Redfield’s clan as an excuse for watching me the other night. He said he ‘had to meet the heroine.’ What an idiot… anyway, he and his buddies were playing that music we heard on our way here.”
“Oh, God,” Ava chuckled, raising her hand to cover her mouth. “The guy’s got a serious crush on you.”
The brunette’s conclusion had come as no surprise. David himself had admitted to setting up a live performance to impress her. He wouldn’t have done so, had he not been interested in her.
“Maybe,” Olivia shrugged, lifting her beer bottle to her lips. “It doesn’t make sense, though. Where did he see me? It’s not like I’m a celebrity or anything.”
“It could be that he’s got a crush on the…” Ava held her hands shoulder-width apart, with her index and middle fingers on each one flexing, “…heroine.”
“Ava, I don’t care,” Olivia responded in a stiffer tone, as she eased her glass back down on the table. “He’s a bear shifter. He’s off limits.”
“That’s true,” Ava agreed, adopting a more serious voice, as her face tightened.
“He apologized for stalking me,” Olivia informed them, glancing at her friends around her. “He’s a masseuse. He offered me a free massage at the salon where he works.”
“Hmmm…” Ava hummed, raising an eyebrow. “That’s not a bad idea.”
“It’s a stupid idea,” Olivia disagreed, settling her gaze on her friend. “He came out in the open, he admitted his mistake, and he apologized for it: end of story.”
“Yeah, but…” Ava faltered, as she leaned her elbows on the table. “Have you noticed how uptight you’ve been lately? You need to relax, Liv. What would be better than a good massage? Come on. If you don’t go there, he might think you’re not accepting his apology. And if he thinks that - ”
“He’ll come back,” Olivia finished her friend’s sentence, realizing the validity in her friend’s assumption. A sliver of fear sliced through her, as she imagined the consequences of his potential visit. Should the guards find him, they would howl to their Alpha, and then engage him. A bloodbath was sure to follow. David would be mauled in the jaws of her pack, but his grizzly bear was so strong that the wolves of Paxton would mourn at least one more of their own. Olivia had suffered enough grief. She wouldn’t risk a battle of that scale, just because of her reluctance to accept his proposal. This time, she would not simply mourn any potential losses. She would have to carry the weight of her decision for the rest of her life.
“I’ll do it,” She said, her voice but a whisper, as she gazed into the void.
“Great,” Ava chirped, as she flashed Olivia a big smile. “Can I come with?”
“No,” Olivia rejected her idea. “This is something I have to do by myself.”
A lie: that’s what she had resorted to, in order to avoid her friend’s presence. Ava would have more than enough crude remarks for David, on the drive back to Paxton. A mere glance at him would initiate an entire list of comments like: “He’s hot,” “Amazing chest,” “Sexy abs,” and “Cute butt,” Ava wouldn’t stop, and Olivia had absolutely no need for that. She needed to put an end to this, not have a constant reminder of David’s looks.
Chapter Eight
A sense of relief crawled through Olivia’s body the following morning. What started with David’s intrusion three days ago was now just hours away from being over, once and for all. More importantly, it would end without anybody getting hurt. The peace in Paxton would not be disturbed. There would be no battles: no blood; no death. She wouldn’t reveal this to anyone, not even Ava; but that was her biggest concern. Her friend’s teasing and her sarcasm about “Mr. Wolf” as she used to call him, were a small price to pay. She could handle that; she was used to that. If Olivia had to choose between hours and hours of Ava’s teasing and the death of a fellow pack member, she would select the former, without a second thought.
As she locked up her grocery shop, an idea popped into her mind: to share what had transpired the night before with her Alpha. Yet, she rejected that notion in a heartbeat. A week earlier, she would have been eager to do so. Back then, she held him in the highest regard. But, that wasn’t the case anymore. He had failed her. Moreover, she could not predict his reaction. Raul could well lead a group of shifters to the salon, and wait for the opportune moment to pounce on him. That would be David’s punishment for going anywhere near his pack. He would have to pay for his crush on her with his very life. Olivia might not have known him, but this was not a fate she wished for him, or anybody else for that matter. Regardless of his mistakes, she meant him no harm.
A few minutes after 2pm, she set out from Paxton in her black pickup truck with a smile on her face. She would grant David’s wish. Poor bear… Olivia was almost certainly sparing him from death, and he had no clue about it. For his sake though, he had to be kept in the dark, for the same reasons as Raul and the pack. They had to stay as far from each other as possible, and secrecy was the key. After that day, her Alpha wouldn’t have to worry about him, and David wouldn’t have to fear the wolves of her birthplace.
The beauty salon that he had invited her to, was just outside the forest, far enough from the noisy highway. A sizeable sign, in purplish font was over the entrance of the large building. It read:
“La Femme North”
The grayish marble floors in the lobby shone under the ample light of the numerous spotlights on the ceiling. A middle-aged, smiling redhead was at the reception desk in the upper right corner. Olivia approached the counter, her eyes sweeping the large room. Multiple, black and white couches were up against the beige walls. A few women were sitting in them, chattering with one another.
“You must be Ms. Hunt,” The receptionist said before she could introduce herself. “We have been expecting you. Please, go ahead to massage room one. It’s in the basement; first door on your right. Your therapist will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you,” Olivia muttered, somewhat puzzled by the clerk’s statement. She turned left, and slowly walked off towards the open door. Within moments however, the woman’s words made perfect sense. Apparently, David had told her about Olivia. Smiling to herself, she strolled down the stairs. He might be forbidden, but the simple fact that he had described her to the receptionist flattered her. Compliments are always welcome, no matter where they came from.
Hopping off the last step, she came across one more open door. Two, white towels were on a wooden bench on her right. Olivia strode through, and picked them up, noticing a third, partially open door across from her. She pushed it open, entering a small room that didn’t resemble the spacious lobby at all. Her heels resounded upon the wooden floor, as she looked up at the ceiling. Scarce, much dimmer spotlights graced it, surrounded by beige walls.
“Hey there,” David’s deep, faceless voice startled her. “Thanks a lot for coming over. Look to your right,” Olivia did as told, only to discover yet another, brown, closed door, on the far wall. “I’m in here. Please, take your clothes off, and lie down on the table. I’d rather if you lay face down, but that’s up to you. Talk to me when you’re ready.”
Appreciating his discretion, Olivia began to undress herself, as a sense of eager anticipation grew within her. Ava’s observation the night before was correct. She had been much too tense in the past few weeks. Her new duties had taken a toll on her. She was in dire need of some relaxation. Of course, it would be preferable if someone else gave her that massage, but the identity or the nature of her therapist did not matter. What really mattered was that he did his job well.
After undoing her bra, she gathered her clothes and her shoes, and left them on the bench in the other room. Then, Olivia took the smaller of the towels, and placed it on the headrest of the table, before moving her right leg over the side. She felt the coolness of the leather on her skin, as she laid herself down. Facing the room David was in she spread the towel over her back to cover her butt.
“Ok, I’m ready!” Olivia announced, putting her arms parallel to her body. The brown door clicked open, as she sucked in a deep breath. Just when she was about to close her eyes, his imposing figure made her think twice. She could see him much better than the night before. David was wearing a tight, light-brown uniform that accentuated his body, with a massage oil belt, draping around his waist. His chest muscles were bulging underneath his t-shirt. The thick veins on his forearms were going all the way up his biceps, disappearing under the sleeves. Before he could reach her, a raspy, female voice confused her.
“Turn off the light. Take a deep breath. And relax,”
“That’s Enigma,” He informed her, as his lips curled into a smile. “It’s called ‘Mea Culpa.’ We need to get you to relax. Close your eyes. It would also be wise of you not to talk.”
Olivia’s eyelids rolled shut, as a rhythmic music filled her ears. A velvety, feminine voice, singing in French, brought a small smile to her face. She couldn’t understand a word being sung; yet, the softness in it sent waves of tranquility flowing through her. David reached down, and gathered her long, blonde strands in his hand. He pushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing the back of her neck, as he placed his free hand on the oil pump. The wonderful scent of almond oil filled the air, as he poured it into his palm. David rubbed his hands together, as Olivia sighed against the beauty of the fragrance. His hands felt soft and warm on her skin, as he placed them on either side of her neck, just below her ears. Kneading his thumbs deep into her muscles, he made his way down, all the way to her hairline. He used his fingers for grip, but did not press them into her collarbone. His touch was firm, not too strong or too weak. He was applying enough force to help her release her tension, proving to her that he knew exactly what he was doing. The sensual voice from the speakers was soothing her, slowly pulling her into a realm of sensation, as he paid all the necessary attention to her neck.
Reaching the base, he placed the palms of his hands on each side of her spine, keeping them parallel to one another. David then fanned each outwards across her shoulders, as if he was outlining the shape of a heart. Slightly sliding them down, he used a kneading motion to work the muscles on her upper back. She slowly exhaled, at the feel of his long, slender fingers on her flesh. David located a knot on her upper back, just under her shoulder blade. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, as her skilled masseuse pressed a little harder. A low whimper escaped her, as he loosened up the knot.
“Damn, he’s good,” she thought to herself. “His hands are so soft…”
David removed his hand from her body, and pulled the bottle of oil out from his belt. Lifting it up and over her back, he pressed his thumb down on the pump. She welcomed its warmth on her flesh, as the beautiful fragrance grew stronger in her nostrils. With both of his hands, he spread it over her lower back, using gentle, clockwise motions. Each passing second showed to Olivia that she had made the right decision. It wasn’t just his skill that impressed her. David was patient: focused; took his time with each area; pampered her; ensured that she released all of her tension. Making his way down her back, he pressed his fingertips into her skin, and quickly released. Opening her eye to a slit, she gazed up at his arm. His large tricep was flexing, casting its shadow down on his arm, as he kneaded her flesh. His gaze was roaming over her back, green eyes darkened in the pale light.
“You sexy bastard… Wait, what? No. No. No! Don’t think like that, Liv! All hell is going to break loose if you touch him! But, look at him. That jaw, those arms, that chest... he’s taking such good care of me; and the music? God, I don’t think he could have picked anything sexier.”
David moved around the table, and faced her legs. A tingling sensation shot up her body, as more massage oil landed on her soles. Wrapping both of his hands around her right foot, he applied pressure with his thumbs. Under any other circumstances, Olivia would have been laughing her heart out. She was extremely ticklish. Still, she was dead-serious, savoring more of his expert moves on her body. David even paid attention to her arch, massaging the heel and the ball of her foot. He repeated the same process to her other foot, but, after he was done with that, he had another surprise for her. He grabbed each individual toe, and gave them gentle pulls. Unlike before, Olivia could not help it. A broad grin formed on her face, as she hoped that he wouldn’t linger on that area for long. She was on the verge of laughter. A few minutes would be enough for her to burst out laughing. Happily though, David did not insist on manipulating her toes any further.
His hands slowly moved up her calves, stretching her silky skin. Olivia caught herself breathing faster, as her escalating heartbeat grew louder in her ears. However, as she enjoyed his gentle touch behind her knees, she picked up another heartbeat. It was quicker, and, before she knew it, it was audible over hers: more flattery; another sign that her stalker appreciated her body. Moisture slipped down her thighs. The mere thought that a man like him was getting aroused during their session, turned her on as well. Fleeing crossed her mind. This was getting out of control. It was forbidden; they would both be in trouble if it escalated. Still, the sensation of his hands on her back thighs, and his thumbs on her thighs, stole from her the will to move. His long, relaxing strokes were causing her to breathe in sighs. His knuckles brushed the towel, as he reached the top of her legs. David’s fingers were two inches away from her pussy, kneading her lightly, caressing her with his fingertips, making her toes curl with pleasure. One more glance up at him turned the flickering flame of lust inside of her into a raging inferno, ready to consume everything in its wake. A few drops of sweat had formed on his forehead; one of them even dripped down. Her dilemma was getting bigger and bigger by the second. Temptation was luring her in the form of a tall, handsome man, who was knocking down her defenses with ease, as he stroked her legs all the way down to her ankles, and then right back up. Every time he went near the towel, she struggled to hold back her whimpers, hoping that he would toss it away. However, in spite of his obvious arousal, he would not do so. Unwilling to leave everything up to him anymore, Olivia reached up. Upon gripping the towel, she slowly pulled it to the side, exposing her toned, curvy ass.
“Oh…” a gasp of surprise escaped David, as his palms stopped behind her knees. “Olivia, what are you doing there?”
“Feel free to work your way up,” she encouraged, as her voice lowered to a deep, sexy rasp. He swallowed hard, as he locked his gaze on her juicy mounds. But, David did not miss the opportunity. Once again, he pulled the bottle of oil out from his belt. In a quick move, he unbuckled it, and let it drop to the floor. A lustful whimper left her lips, as she sensed the liquid warmth on her right ass cheek. Still, this feeling was nothing, compared to the one that his big, strong hands gave her. Olivia bit her lower lip, giving in to temptation, while he spread the oil over her ass. She tipped her head back, when he began to massage her left cheek in circular movements. Now, she could hear his labored breath, as he paid attention to one of the most sensitive parts on her body. David created a roll of her skin, and pushed it up using his thumbs, as he leaned over her.
“Awww, yeah…” she whimpered, looking up at him over her shoulder. “That’s it. God, it feels so good.”
With his thumbs on each side of her ass crack, he dug his tiny fingernails into her flesh, which sent waves of pleasure racing down her body. Running his left hand up her back, and his right one down her leg, he bent his knees. David bent his head toward her, letting out a guttural grunt, as he stared at her ass. Olivia’s moan resounded in the room as she felt his alluring lips on her flesh. His passionate kiss made her shiver in desire, as he stroked her back thigh. Snaking his tongue out, he used the tip to collect small drops of oil while he moved his hand up her leg. She raised both of her arms up over her head, and gripped the edges of the table, relishing the moment. Much to her liking, he was just as patient as he had been before. David trailed his tongue over her ass, caressing her upper back, as his fingertips made contact with her clit. He didn’t stop, upon reaching her crack. Instead, he pulled his tongue back into his mouth momentarily, and then planted another, fiery kiss on her flesh, before snaking it out once more. Olivia tightened her grip on the table, as he gently rubbed her clit in circles. Her moisture soaked his index finger as he slipped it down her pussy.
