Tentatively I grabbed a chip, wondering if it was a test or a treat. It was a chip from my kitchen. So it was eatable, but it was the first time someone brought me a ‘not sexy’ food during foreplay. Still, I wasn’t going to complain. These cheesy tortilla chips were some of my favorites at the moment.
After I finished my chip, Wess’s big, strong fingers dug into my back muscles and pain shimmied up my back before relief flooded over me. He continued digging into my muscles, deep-tissue style from my neck down to my tailbone. It was different than the soft massage he gave my shoulders earlier. No way I’d fall asleep while his fingers dug into the knots in my back until they relented and went to whatever place in the pit was reserved for such things. He massaged lower and started to give my ass cheeks the same rough treatment. I was already slick. Had been since the moment we found ourselves alone again. Only his massaging made me hard too and I had to shift my position on the table. His hands stopped and I froze. Some alphas had this whole power trip thing about wanting you to hold still.
“Get comfy,” Wess said and a little more tension I didn’t know I was holding onto left me.
I rearranged myself and he resumed his massaging. His evil fingers massaged so close but never slipped between my cheeks. Instead, he moved on to massage my thighs, calves, and feet, working his way down one side of my body and back up the other until he arrived back at my shoulders. Wess leaned over me and licked up the back of my neck. A chill shimmied down my spine, making my toes curl. He licked up to my ear and nibbled my earlobe a second before pulling away.
“I’m trying to gage how much more encouragement you need to relax and stay that way. Do you want the belts?”
“What do you plan on doing with them? Tying me up how, exactly?” I asked.
“I can’t wait until we’re inside his head,”my bear said from inside his inner sanctum.
“That’s something we can experiment with if you don’t have a preference,” he said, massaging my back again. “If it’s going to stress you out it defeats the purpose in making you relax.”
“Maybe my hands,” I said, putting them together. “Not behind my back, though. I am not under arrest.”
“Yeah, that’s a stressful position too. It works for some people, though.”
“Uh… Just how much experimenting did you do with yetis?” I asked.
“Enough to know that,” he shrugged and grabbed the thinnest belt from the sofa. He pulled up the ottoman that went with the armchair and sat down in front of me. He wound the belt around my wrists and did this quick loop thing between them that left them pinned together. I was a brute. So, of course,I had to test them. I could stretch the leather by applying steady pressure. I could snap it in a pinch, but since it was one of my favorite belts, only in a pinch.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Snug but okay,” I said. “I can still run away.”
“Who are you running from?” he asked, his expression turning serious.
“Eh, I should say, I’m able to run towards the problem when it shows up,” I laughed.
“Let me take care of the problems while you’re tied up. I’ll just freeze them,” he said.
“If Venal shows up with more bullshit, I’ll call for you.”
Wess grinned and kissed me without saying a word. Did he think I was mean for joking about freezing my baby daddy? He didn’t smell like he did but I wasn’t thinking clearly. The true-mate magic wanted more and demanded to have it. I was hard and slick and the world beyond the massage table and Wess seemed further away than ever. He circled around the table and then to the far side of the room where his trunk and backpack were.
“No ice on my ass!” I called over my shoulder.
“You’d have to make a special request for that. I’m not just going to offer to rub my ice all over your ass,” he said, unzipping his backpack. “Plus, if it melts in your mouth….”
I blushed hard and tried to crane my neck to see what he was going for. From this angle most of what I saw looked like a first aid kit and other survival gear like rope and stuff.
“What are you looking for?” I asked, trying and failing to sound casual.
Wess didn’t answer me but continued to rummage through his bag, unzipping pockets and undoing buttons as if he’d forgotten where he packed everything. Maybe the true-mate response magic was messing with his head too.
“If you’re looking for lube, I think I’m slick enough. If you’re looking for condoms… Well, we should talk about that because they sort of don’t let you have big families.”
“I didn’t bring condoms because I figured it would seem like I expected my host to put out,” he shrugged.
“Then what are you looking for?” I asked but he still didn’t answer. I started to wonder if he was just trying to make me impatient now that he had me all tied up. I put my face back into the cradle and tried not to think about it too much. Sure, I was curious and horny and missed how his hands moved over me, but I wasn’t going to give in and let him know just how much. I could play it cool and put together.
Wess’s bare feet appeared in my line of sight and a second later thin metal fingers tickled over my scalp and made me draw up my shoulders to my ears. He packed so light but had a damn head scratcher inside his backpack? I shivered as he moved the thing painstakingly slow over my scalp, its octopus arms hitting all the spots that made all the nerve endings in my body both spazz out and relax. It disappeared a second later and reappeared on my elbow. I startled away but Wess grabbed my bound hands and kept me from falling off the massage table.
“Oof!” I said, trying to shake my arm because it tingled all the way to my shoulder.
“Relax, mate,” Wess cooed to me. “Just relax.”
