Page 45 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Their Universe

Liv

At first, I wanted to bolt out of the room and not turn back.

I was anxious at the thought of a stranger touching me and had to remind myself that this was a professional I could trust. I had to believe that not everyone was out to hurt me like my rapist had.

The horrific trauma I had to move on from because I wasn’t being held captive. I was here of my own free will.

I could do fucking this.

I followed the instructions and sat in the chair, completely naked under a towel.

Vulnerable, uncertain and nervous until the machine moved against my backside.

Heat radiated from the motors moving against my spine and rotated one way and back the other.

The soothing motion relaxed me, and the entire chair vibrated.

I noticed a blindfold on the table beside me. Kinky, but probably helped with the process. I had promised myself to fully immerse myself in this experience because I wanted to get better and this was my chance to heal.

I put the blindfold over my eyes and I couldn’t see a damn thing. My world was black. Darkness set in and the light took a back seat. With the massage reducing my anxiety, I gave into my tense muscles being kneaded and awaited the next step.

Damn. This felt good. If these wonderful sensations continued, a second appointment would be necessary.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and the tapping disrupted my tranquility. The chair continued to hum and the robotic arms dug in deep, loosening a knot in my lower back. The machine made me moan at its amazing efforts.

God. I wanted more.

“I’m ready.” I announced, my voice shook with the vibrations .

The door opened, and I heard footsteps come into my room. A slight click of the door behind the person. I vaguely remembered the massage therapist’s name.

Was it Lenny? Liam? No wait. Leo.

“Leo is it?” I questioned, raising a hand in a wave. “Hi, I’m Liv.”

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 the soothing 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 where I 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?

I didn’t know when Leo would return and he gave me no instructions of what to do.

He left me solo with a familiar ache in my belly, coiling and wanting to explode.

I had no one to help me except this fucking device that kept bringing sensations to me I had missed.

I forgot how powerful I once was being in charge of a man making me come.

The wetness between my thighs made me want to give in and do something about the sexual frustration I was experiencing deep down inside.

No one was here. I was completely alone.

I knew I shouldn’t, but the temptation was right in between my thighs and vigorously vibrating.

My skin was damn pleasing with beads of sweat coating my upper lip and my fucking cunt screamed at me to give me.

To take what I wanted and everything that I had needed.

The head of the gun moved on its own toward my most sensitive area, climbing higher and closer while my breathing picked up.

I couldn’t fight the urge, the need to self please because I hadn’t experienced pleasure in a long time.

Pure ecstasy left me feeling alive, wild and free.

The same way my phantoms had made me when they had brought havoc into my life and stole my heart.

I needed this. I wanted an orgasm and to make myself come after the shockwaves rocked through my system.

Maybe then I could let Sin and Saint fuck me until I was numb.

Until I couldn’t walk straight and we’d do unspeakable raunchy positions all over again.

I wanted my phantoms, my predators so damn badly, and I moved the pulsating gun over my clit. Right where I yearned for pleasure because I held the power. I was in control and I’d take my life back.