“Agreed,” Torella said. “Well, don’t let Lornah and I bother you. We’ll go sit on the couch and judge your technique. Silently,” she added, giving her colleague a stern look. “We don’t want to break their concentration, after all,” she told Lornah.
“No, I suppose not—although I’ll be certain to offer constructive criticism after the demonstration,” Professor Lornah said stiffly.
I just bet you will, Vicky thought sourly. Lornah seemed like the kind of woman who would criticize everything—even someone else’s lovemaking technique.
A technique which you don’t have, the little voice in her head pointed out. Hell, Kevin couldn’t find your clit with two hands and a flashlight your entire marriage and you never trained him to do any better. How in the world do you think you’re suddenly some kind of sex guru who can train Chain to do whatever it is that will get you off?
But the dissimilarity between the big Kindred and her ex, Kevin, was that Chain wanted to learn how to please her, Vicky thought, trying to console herself. And that made all the difference—she hoped. At any rate, it was a good starting place.
“All right,” she said to Chain, trying to sound like she knew what she was doing. “Help me up on the massage table please. I’ll start face-down and you’re to massage every inch of me.”
His midnight-blue eyes glowed.
“With the greatest of pleasure, my Lady,” he murmured, leading her to the table. “Come, let’s get you comfortable.”
Chapter Twenty-eight
Vicky allowed Chain to help her up and get her comfortably situated face down on the padded massage table. She reflected that before getting into the pool of liquid valium oil, being naked in front of him and everyone else in the room would have made her intensely uncomfortable. However, though some of the effects of the pool had worn off, she still felt much more relaxed and open than she would have believed she could be in such a situation.
Also, what Torella and Lornah had told her about the effects of the oil on her body seemed to be true—parts of her that had been jiggling and wobbling before seemed much firmer now. It was like she’d had an all-over firming and tightening treatment that made her feel ten years younger.
That would still make you too old for Chain, whispered that snarky little voice in her head, but Vicky was determined to ignore it. Closing her eyes, she relaxed on the table with her arms at her sides and her face comfortably positioned in the padded rest at the head of the table.
She’d had Chain arrange her so that her head was towards the bank of golden-green-blue flames, which gave off a gentle warmth, and her feet were to the judges. It just seemed like she would be able to relax more than way, she thought. It would be better if she could pretend she and Chain were the only ones in the room and no one else was watching.
The big Kindred seemed to think the same thing because her leaned over her and murmured in her ear, “Relax, sweetheart. It’s just you and me here. Just concentrate on my hands on your body and forget everything else.”
“All right.” Vicky sighed contentedly. Soon she would have to demonstrate her “technique” by telling him exactly what to do to her. But for now, she could take it easy while he warmed her up.
And warm her, he certainly did. Her skin still had a light coating of the vexba oil so there was no need for Chain to use anything else when he started the massage. Vicky felt his big, warm hands gliding over her body, starting at her back and shoulders and then moving down her arms before continuing to smooth over her hips and ass and all the way down her legs.
He’s touching me all over first—getting me used to his hands on my body, she thought dreamily. It was a lovely sensation and it started a warm tingling in the pit of her stomach. She liked that the big Kindred didn’t just dive right in like her ex would have. Not that Kevin ever would have given her a massage—that would have been a waste of time, in his estimation. But Chain seemed to relish touching her body, handling her as though she was a beautiful but delicate piece of art that he was privileged to be able to caress.
After several trips with his hands gliding up and down her body, he started the actual massage—to her surprise—at her feet.
Vicky gave a surprised start and then a little moan of pure pleasure as he pressed his thumbs against the arch of her right foot and then balled his fist to rub against her entire sole.
“Oh my God—that feels good,” she murmured. The way Chain was touching her wasn’t sexual but it was certainly sensual and the way he was massaging her tired feet made her feel even more relaxed.
“I’m just doing as you’ve taught me, my Lady,” he murmured. “To me, every part of you is beautiful and deserving of my attention and devotion.”
“That’s lovely, Chain,” Vicky murmured contentedly. “Continue with the massage, please. You’re doing wonderfully so far.”
“Thank you, my Lady. Pleasing you is my highest reward.”
He spent a good amount of time on her feet and then moved back up to her shoulders where he began to knead with expert skill, making Vicky moan again. Because of her daily responsibilities, she carried a constant knot of tension right between her shoulder blades that not even the relaxing purple vexba oil of the pool had been able dissolve. But Chain found it now and pressed his thumbs into it, rubbing and massaging until it seemed
