I turned on my side and propped my head. “And who says that’s a bad thing? I’ve always wondered what a massage with a happy ending would be like.” I bit my nail and squealed giddily. “What do you say? You up for the job?”
He came back over to my bed and bent down so we were eye level. “Of course, I am. I prefer it this way anyway. I know every place on your body that’s tight and needs extra attention.” He winked, and a shiver trickled down my spine. I was thoroughly going to enjoy this.
I watched him leave the room. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “Ugh, come in!” I yelled out, figuring it was the masseuse.
A huge smile spread across my face when I saw Perfect walking back into the room. He locked it behind him, then faced me. “Good evening, Mrs. Porter. My name is Daddy, and I will be ushering you into the world of relaxation and serenity. I’m very skilled, so I am sure I can address all of your problem areas by the time we’re done.”
“Sounds perfect.” I slid my robe off, then turned over on my stomach. Soon enough, I could feel warm oil being poured on my back. I sank into the table, already feeling relaxed. I hummed when Perfect began to massage my back like an actual professional. I honestly forgot that it was him until his hands moved to my ass cheeks.
“How’s that feel, Princess? You enjoying yourself?”
I nodded. “Mmhmm, yes, I am. You’re really good at your job, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
His attention moved on to my calves and feet. I mean, he was truly working out any tension I had in my limbs to the point I nearly fell asleep on the bed. That was until I felt the pad of his thumb rub my clit in slow circles. I moaned just as he said, “Turn over, please.”
I was a giddy mess when he poured oil over my stomach and started to massage my breasts. Staring into his handsome face while he worked had me throbbing. He looked so at peace and in love with everything he saw that I was ready to throw the pussy at him. When he got to my legs, this time, he spread them open and sank to his knees.
I felt his breath over my center before he took a deep inhale. “Mmm, you smell so good.” I gasped when he pinched my clit. He chuckled darkly before burying his face in my pussy. He lapped me up like a dog at a water bowl until my legs were shaking. I tried to close them, but he held them open. “Please, keep your legs open until I am finished, ma’am.”
I clenched at the edges of the bed. Looking down my body, all I could see was the top of Perfect’s head. Even his shiny, black, wavy hair turned me on. He moaned, then spat on my lower lips before slurping it all up and doing it again. He sucked on my clit and released, and there was a popping sound over and over until I was convulsing on the massage table.
“Good girl,” he whispered, enjoying the show. He stood up with a smile. “I believe my work is done,” he said proudly.
I couldn’t even think of a response, because he’d sucked my soul into his mouth. He laughed before bending down so we were face-to-face. I could smell the scent of me on him. It made me a little feral.
“You ready to head to the jacuzzi?”
I nodded. “Only if I can ride your dick in there.”
He chuckled. “Wow, talkin’ ’bout you needed the spa when all you really needed was me.”
He wasn’t wrong. I thought the spa would relax me, but it was really Perfect’s presence. He was my center. When we were together, I couldn’t even say what the definition of worry was or what one looked like. He was what women dreamt of finding in a man, so why would I ever want to be away from him?
“It’s okay. Daddy’s going to give his little baby what she needs. Come on.” I smiled as he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the next part of the spa, where I was going to let him have his way with me.
A few months later. . .
I smiled, seeing the bubbles floating in the air accompanied by the sound of laughter. Folding my arms over my chest, I took in our backyard, which had been transformed into a Bluey-themed party. Today, Precious was three years old, and her father spared no expense on her birthday party. I didn’t have to lift a finger, just offer my insight on certain things. Other than that, the party planner Perfect hired handled it all.
Arms slid across my stomach, and I sighed when I felt his warm breath on my ear. “You so fucking beautiful, El.”
Spinning around in his arms, I tossed mine around his neck. “Why, thank you, Mr. Porter,” I cooed. “You did such a good job on the party. Pea is having a blast.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve seen her sit down not one time.” I turned back around, and we stood there, watching the party in full swing.
This was the first time our family and friends were seeing us together as a family. “You ready to take our pictures?” Perfect asked after a while.
I nodded. “Yeah, we can get it out the way while it’s not a line over there.”
Perfect had one of those 360 photo booths set up, and it had been occupied since the party started. It was probably best to slide in while it was currently vacant because I was sure it wouldn’t be for long. “Aight, let me grab Pea, and I’ll meet you over there.”
He kissed me on the cheek before walking away. I spoke to family while on my way to the photobooth. Mani came up beside me and tossed an arm over my shoulder. “I love your life, girl,” she said genuinely. “Why do I feel like I’m having more fun out here than my goddaughter?” She stumbled a little, making me laugh.
I cackled loudly. “’Cause your ass is drunk.” She started hitting the stanky leg, and I keeled over laughing. “You’re annoying.”
“Shit, I ain’t tell y’all to make that Bluey punch. Got me ready to take the whole thing to the head.”
