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Cassie read his message loud and clear—put out or get out. It was time to prove she and her partner could do porn together.

The trouble was, she was extremely nervous. She’d been in stressful situations at work before—being a cop wasn’t easy or stress-free, after all. But she’d never been in a position that made her feel so vulnerable—so unsure of herself. What if she hyperventilated? What if she couldn’t go through with it? What if—

“Mistress…” Stone’s voice was deep and soothing as he placed a big, warm hand between her shoulder blades. “Why do you not lie down on the massage table and let me begin to relax you?”

“Oh, um…okay, sure.” Cassie nodded and shot her partner a grateful look.

If Stone was angry at her for nearly jerking him off earlier, he certainly didn’t show it. He helped her up onto the massage table and twisted her hair gently into a bun at the nape of her neck to get it out of the way. Cassie stiffened a little when he untied the strings of her halter top, but he didn’t make any other move to take the top off—he simply laid the strings aside.

“So I do not get massage oil on your hair or clothing, Mistress,” he murmured in her ear.

“Oh… Thank you, Stone,” she whispered back.

“You will be all right,” he rumbled softly. “Simply relax and let me tend to you, Mistress.”

“All right,” Cassie murmured. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax as Stone began rubbing up and down her bare back in long, slow strokes. His big, warm hands actually felt really good on her and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

In the past, Cassie had taken a sensual massage class with her ex—another failed attempt to save their marriage. According to their teacher, the idea was to massage each other and say nice things about the body part they were massaging as they did. So Cassie was supposed to say things like, ‘What strong legs you have!’ or compliment Keith’s dick while she rubbed him with massage oil in those places.

Unfortunately, her ex hadn’t been very good at returning the compliments or the massage. He just kept talking about how “thick” her thighs were and how she could stand to lose some weight in her hips and how her ass was too big—none of which translated into a very relaxing or sensual experience for Cassie. Also, he either rubbed her too hard or too soft and he kept stopping to complain that his hands and fingers were tired.

All-in-all, it had been the worst massage Cassie had ever had. She’d felt judged every minute—which was one reason she always asked for a female massage therapist now.

It was different, however, with Stone doing the massaging. He worked slowly and methodically, using an oil with a light, delicious fragrance that sent warmth tingling through Cassie’s skin and muscles.

“Stone,” she murmured, sighing deeply. “You’re so good at this.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” His strong hands kneaded her shoulders, releasing the tension that had been trapped there ever since they’d walked into the palace. “You are most kind. I feel privileged to handle and massage your beautiful body.”

“Oh, Stone…” Cassie bit her lip and shifted a little. Did he mean that or was he just saying it because he was playing the part of her devoted body-slave?

It was hard to tell, but whether he was enjoying giving her a massage or not, her partner was certainly good at it. In fact, Cassie had relaxed so much that her muscles felt like melted butter…until Stone started tugging on the waistband of her shorts.

“Stone?” Her voice went high and uncertain as he began to pull them down. She had to stifle the urge to reach back and make a wild grab to keep the fabric in place over her hips and ass.

“Please relax, Mistress,” Stone murmured soothingly. “You know that I always massage you everywhere in order to release tension and maximize your relaxation.”

“Everywhere?” Cassie’s voice was almost a squeak and she lost the struggle to hold still and snatched at the back of her shorts.

In that instant, she had forgotten that anyone else was watching and that she was supposed to be playing a part. The tropical hut with the waves shushing outside felt so real, it seemed like it was just her and her partner alone. And normally, Stone wouldn’t be trying to get her naked—the big Kindred was always very respectful of her, especially when it was just the two of them. He had never once made a pass at her.

But now he was being quite insistent, tugging at her shorts to pull them down as Cassie tried to pull them back up.

“Mistress…” Stone rumbled warningly. Cassie felt the heat of his big body along her spine as he leaned over to her, and then his warm breath tickled her ear as he rumbled softly, “Gozeriam is watching, Cassandra. Please…trust me.”


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