I couldn’t getthe image of her moans and her gorgeous breasts bouncing up and down as she used that bear as her personal sex toy. She just kept surprising me.
I get to the spa before she does. In the waiting area, I’m seated, waiting to hear what room she will be in.
I slink around the corner and move into the clean, white room, it’s filled with scents of all different oils and the bed where she will lay has nothing but a white folded towel on it, I hear noise coming from the room next door with nothing but a skinny white door separating me and whoever was on the other side.
Walking briskly towards the door, I fling it open. There he stands, a little young and boyish looking. My eyes scan his body, and he turns and looks back at me.
“How did you get in here?” He questions me. I just smirk as I close the door. “You need to leave, you can’t be—.” My hands crawl around his throat and that’s when I see it—the sweet feeling of fear as he looks back at me.
No longer the confident figure he was moments ago, no, now he was fearful. I can feel his pulse racing. God, I’d missed this feeling.
The feeling of having someone’s life in the palm of my hands, right before I stamped it out, the feeling of watching the life drain from their eyes—what a rush.
I’m not even squeezing him tight and he’s acting like he’s close to death—what a pussy.
Gripping him tighter, I hold him close, his pulse is beating faster by the second, I could just knock him out but then I run the risk of him waking up and alerting someone that he’s in there—plus he’s seen my face, rule number one: if they’ve seen your face you have to make sure they can’t speak.
My large hand wraps tighter around his throat. I can hear him gasping for air. “I’m sorry about this,” I whisper in hisear. “But I can’t have you touching what’s mine.” His body flops but he’s just gone unconscious from lack of oxygen, I stumble to the ground with him still within my grip, taking the blade from my pocket I do him a kindness, I slice his throat in one fluid motion and then I give him a smile nobody will ever forget. I feel the warm blood flow freely through my hands.
Looking at my work of art, I smile. I wasn’t sure why the dark pooling of blood gave me some sort of satisfaction but it did, it was like a work of art looking at his lifeless body slumped on the ground surround by a sea of crimson blood—it was beautiful like a fucking canvas only an artist could be proud of.
I see a fresh, pristine uniform hanging by the door, perfect. It’s like they wanted me to come in here and play masseuse.
Scrubbing my hands in the nearby sink, I’m surrounded by lotions and oils with all manner of scents—now which one would be perfect for my little bird, I wonder.
I quickly change and a bottle crashes to the floor. At least it would mask the stench of blood until she was gone.
“Hello.” Her sweet voice calls out to me.
“I will be with you in a moment.” I call back and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
I walk out of the room and see her laying there, just waiting for me. God, she was breathtaking. I walk towards her, “here put this on.” I command as I walk towards the door.
“A sleep mask?” She asks me.
“Helps you to relax.”
She doesn’t say another word as I lock the door, didn’t want to be disturbed and there was a dead body in the next room. I didn’t need them finding my little surprise before I had fun with my little bird.
Turning the music up, I let the soothing ambiance boomfrom every corner of the room. It wasn’t what I’d choose, but it might drown out what was about to come next.
I stand at her feet, admiring her confidence to lay here naked with a twinge of anger that coiled through my veins, that unsuspecting fool would have been touching her naked body and when she found out about the dead body, she would have nobody to blame but herself, like I’d let another man touch my little bird.
My fingers press against her feet, adding pressure and I hear the first moan, God, this was going to be a fun little session, getting on my hands and knees I gently slip her toe into my mouth, slight moans fall from her lips, “what’s that?” She moans.
“Just a little oil. Try to close your eyes and relax. Is this your first time here?”
“Yes, I’ve never had a massage before.” How delightful.
“Well, you’re in for a treat.” I smirk.
My hands crawl up her legs softly, fuck, she felt divine, smooth and delicate beneath my rough touch, rolling my fingers till I reach her thighs, soft moans fall from her lips as my hands roam further up her body, that little towel covers her sweet little ass but it’s just going to get in the way, so I edge my fingers beneath the trim of the towel making sure to graze her perfect skin before I pick it up and throw it to the ground.
Her body freezes once that warm towel uncovers the rest of her naked form for me. I can already see the glistening of her juices just sitting on her pretty little pussy.
So wet for me. She’s always ready. It’s like she was fucking made for me.
My hands slide across her pert little ass, squeezing and digging my fingers into her flesh, she gasps and once more her body freezes, my tongue slides across the perfect mound thatmy hands are busy exploring, she’s so stiff but not a word falls from her lips—she was enjoying this.
