I chuckle. “Thank you,” I say. “But you haven’t seen inside yet.” I don’t mean it as an idle boast – I know that the interior of my home makes even more of an impression than the outside. I’ve worked hard to ensure that it's comfortable yet stylish, representing everything that I want when I come home from work.
Except for one thing – the family to share it with me. But perhaps, from today, we can change that.
I show Hannah inside, allowing her to step in before me and take in the entrance. As soon as we enter, motion sensors set off my homecoming routine, mood lighting lights the walls, gentle music plays from hidden speakers, and a spray of delicate scent fills the air. Even with Hannah here, and all my nerves straining with desire for her, I instantly feel relaxed.
Hannah’s eyes are wide with wonder as she moves into the space, admiring the art pieces I have on walls and side tables, the layout and furniture. Her face when she turns back to me is lit with a radiant smile.
“Marco, it’s so… you,” she says, and I’ve never wanted anyone more. Hannah understands me on a level that I don’t think anyone else ever has. It only reinforces what I already know. Hannah is here because we are fated to be together. From the moment I saw her on a random side street, without even looking for her, I knew that she would be mine.
“Come upstairs,” I tell her, holding out my hand. I see a flicker of nervousness before she reaches out and takes it, so I clasp hers in both of mine as I lead her upwards. “Don’t be afraid. I have more to show you.”
“I’m not afraid,” Hannah says, and it doesn’t sound like the feeble excuse of a girl trying to wish away her fear. No, she’s confident and clear. I see it in her eyes. She really isn’t afraid, she’s expectant, full of anticipation. She shakes because she wants this so badly, just as much as I do.
I lead her first into a room off the main corridor upstairs, not the lavishly upholstered master bedroom yet, but instead a room I’ve prepared just for this very occasion. I set it all up the first night that we met when I came home and left her in the hotel, knowing that I would want to use it. I just didn’t know that it would be part of making this day so special, because I had no idea that Hannah was so inexperienced then.
I let go of Hannah’s hand and allow her to take in the room as I step to the side, lighting a few candles that I have scattered over surfaces around the edges of the space. The one thing I couldn’t set up to work automatically beforehand. A soothing scent fills the air, and an electronic heater whirs to life across from me, adding the heady scent of massage oils to the air.
“Well?” I say with a smile, gesturing to the massage table in the center of the room.
Hannah hesitates, a shy smile lighting her face. “Aren’t you supposed to be undressed, for a massage?”
I smile again and step forward, gently slipping my hands around her back to undo the zip on her dress. “Good point,” I say, easing the dress down over her body, taking the utmost care to make sure that she’s comfortable and happy.
When she stands in front of me in her underwear, I can’t help but want to stop and stare, admiring her from head to toe. A faint flush spreads over her cheeks, but she doesn’t seem embarrassed to stand in front of me like this. Instead, there’s something else in her eyes. Desire.
I will give her what she wants. But there’s no rush. First, she can have more pleasure and enjoyment than she could ever have imagined. I want her to have that.
I help her up onto the table, earning a pout as she realizes that I’m not going to strip her fully naked. But it isn’t time for that yet – if I had her fully displayed before me, I doubt I could hold myself back. My cock is already straining hard inside my pants, and to see her in full would be agony if I couldn’t give myself over to it.
Once she’s lying face down, I unhook her bra and pull it away from underneath her, and carefully and softly draw down her panties. That gives me a wonderful view of that apple bottom ass, but I swiftly cover it with a towel, just like in a real massage parlor. I will take this in the direction that we both want – just not yet.
For now, I dedicate myself to her. I start with her right arm, soothing my hands over her skin, earning moans and sighs as I work the massage oil, paying special attention to every single muscle – even her individual fingers. I will take her to a place of blissful relaxation before ecstasy – and when we’re finished here, her body will belong to me in all its entirety.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Hannah
I lay face-down on the massage table, my face cushioned by a hole that allows me to see down to the floor and gives me room to breathe. And I need that room because every touch of Marco’s hands makes me want to moan in bliss.
He’s already worked his way over both of my arms, from the tips of my fingers up to my shoulders, releasing untold tensions that I didn’t even know I was holding, making my muscles tingle and open up, all the aches and pains I barely even noticed disappearing and leaving me feeling like I’m floating on air. Now he’s working his way down my spine, his fingers passing lower and lower with each circular motion, and I feel both the release of tension and the build of it, thinking
