Page 81 of Their Stolen Obsession

No answer. Not even a friendly, professional response. Only silence.

“Okay. Leo?” I chuckled with a shrug. “I take it you’re the silent type. That’s cool, fine by me.”

Was this how all massage therapists were?

Quiet. Strange. Intriguing.

The footsteps moved closer and I could barely make them out over the humming from the massage chair. Since I couldn’t see, my other senses took over.

I couldn’t smell anything but damn scented candles. The flames were lit everywhere in the room and created a calm ambience. It smelled like a freaking garden in here full of flowers in full bloom. I tasted my morning brew still on the corners of my lips when I licked them. My ears perked to more scuffles on the floor.

Another pair of shoes? Was someone else in the room?

Impossible.

“Did someone else come in with you because I swear…” I went to remove my blindfold to take a peek. “I thought…”

A hand touched my shoulder.

Leo didn’t speak a word as he slightly rubbed me and I expected to be stunned by the contact of a complete stranger, but it was the opposite. He relaxed me. His touch was warm, gentle, and kind. I figured after the traumatizing event I had lived through, my survival instinct would kick into high gear and I’d send him right on the ass. But I hadn’t kicked the shit out of Leo.

I was okay.

More than all right. I was ready to trust again.

My mind had tried to play a fucking wicked trick, mistaking good for bad when no danger was anywhere. The trouble was behind me and Leo wasn’t in here trying to screw with me. He was a professional, for God’s sake. There was no one else here but him.

I sighed in relief, “Woo… You had me scared there for a second, Leo.”

No response. Not even a laugh. Odd.

Whatever.

Leo moved his kneading of my skin up to my neck, where he rotated his fingers, but he stopped and removed his hand.

I asked, “So, Leo, I haven’t done this before. How do you want me? Do I lay down, stand up or dance around like a fucking monkey?”

Nothing. Damn. This guy wasn’t the humorous type.

Strangely, quiet must be all part of the experience.

Instrumental music turned on and the chair I sat in stopped its hum. The soft tune created a tranquil atmosphere and had a classical beat. This helped me unwind, and I forgot how odd the person was in the room with me. The rhythm made me stop thinking about the bizarre first encounter with no introduction at all. I only talked to my fucking self and the walls.

A sound buzzed over top of the music as the chair still massaged my backside and the heat branched out below me. A whirring noise of something coming closer caught my attention until I felt it touch the skin of my outer thigh and caused me to stir, but only a tad. My flesh jiggled, vibrating and something dug in. The movement was rapid and made my skin itch, but in a good way. The sensations were incredible, and I realized the device was a massage gun.

Leo moved the machine around in a small circle over the top of my thigh and my legs relaxed until they cracked open. I couldn’t help myself with thesoothing rhythm of each swift pound. The massage gun did a fan-freaking-tastic job.

Leo progressed his technique toward my inner thigh and closer toward my pussy, but he never touched it. The vibrations crawled across my skin, creating shockwaves while he worked into the deep muscle tissue and released tension. The sensation heightened my awareness of arousal, but this had nothing to do with Leo and everything to do with me being human. I was a woman whose needs had gone unmet for a while, and I had forgotten I could indulge in them. I could partake in self-care.

Leo took my hand with a sweet touch and guided me to hold the handle of the massage gun. The vibrations continued as I placed the pressure I needed against any sore places on my body. I was free to move the device whereI wanted to.

Unexpectedly, I heard the door open and Leo moved fast like a goddamn ninja. I didn’t even hear any footsteps this time because I had become distracted. I was all fucking randy and couldn’t think straight.

I called out. “Leo? Are you leaving?”

Silence. Only the sound of the door clicked shut with an answer. I held my breath, listened and heard not one footstep. No sound except the music. Leo had left me alone with the massage gun.

What the fuck?