Page 48 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Their Universe

Liv

W ow. I came. Twice.

What the fuck was I thinking?

Simple. I wasn’t. I had been thinking about them . My phantoms. Each of their names still burned on my lips, and I grew embarrassed. Heat raced through me as I collected myself and fixed the fallen towel. I sat up straight in the chair, still in full massage mode below me and tried to calm down.

Nobody was here. I was secure and unharmed. There was no issue with climaxing while I was by myself. By no means should I be ashamed of how I made myself feel.

The door creaked open. Shit. Leo had returned.

Did my massage therapist hear me?

Christ, I hoped not!

My recent actions flustered me, and uncertainty burned my cheeks from my hot masturbation with Leo’s massage gun. I wanted to groan, curl up into a ball, and hibernate for the rest of my life.

God. Why did I have to give into self-gratification during a private massage therapy session?

I jumped in my seat when a hand touched my shoulder. “Shit! Leo. You scared me.”

Leo didn’t speak. His silence was no longer a surprise to me.

I smiled shyly. “Here’s your massage gun back. It was nice to use it on myself.”

Shit! Shit! My big, dumb mouth.

I completely regretted my choice of words as my face immediately grew hotter.

“I mean, uh, more specifically, I used the massager on my shoulders.” I gave Leo a thumbs up. “Great technique.”

Stupid. Fuck.

Leo took the device, and he took my hand.

Curiously, I followed along and got up out of the massage chair.

My body was looser, like an elastic band, and I wanted to announce that the job was a raging success.

I felt so much better than I had before I walked in, but before I could, my leg bumped into something, and I grabbed onto a smooth surface.

“What is this?” I searched the area, which was as soft as a cozy blanket. “A table?”

It had to be a massaging table.

Leo tugged my hand as he guided me to get up on the table.

I had to lie flat, and he helped position me where I needed to be—on my stomach, face through a hole, and he gently pulled on the front of my towel.

I was safe enough with this professional to undo the towel, let loose, and enjoy the experience.

A pair of hands worked on my shoulders, and my skin was sticky with sweat. Leo delicately worked the area between my shoulder blades. God. Leo’s technique was damn good I could endlessly moan, but that wouldn’t be appropriate.

Leo wasn’t my lover. This was strictly professional, and my session had to stay that way. Except for my little sexual mishap ten minutes ago that I shall not name.

My itty-bitty secret.

Leo’s hands kept massaging as his fingers dug in deep against my muscles and they rotated clockwise and then the other way. I was relaxed while I sunk into the blanket underneath me as he made his way down my back with the towel, keeping my ass from his view.

See ? Competent, qualified, and a goddamn professional. I had nothing to worry about in Leo’s hands.

Suddenly, a warm liquid dripped onto my backside while Leo’s hands still worked on me. He kept the kneading movement going, and a surprised groan escaped me. He was doing such a magnificent job, and I couldn’t believe…

Wait. Leo touched me while a warm substance dribbled onto my body. Who the fuck poured whatever the hell that shit was on me?

“Leo? Buddy. Who else is in here?” I laughed nervously.

No answer. Only another pair of hands that dipped down to the small of my back.

“Woah!” My head shot up, and I removed the blindfold. “What the hell is going on?”

My eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light while four hands kept touching me, kneading, rubbing, and gliding the warm liquid over my skin.

I reached out and tried to push the fingers off me, but they wouldn’t stop.

My mind couldn’t understand what was happening to me until I regained my focus and saw who was really in the room with me.

“Sin?” My eyes darted back and forth. “Saint? ”

“Appears the jig is up,” Sin said as he pushed my head back down onto the massage table, and he peeked through the hole underneath the table. “But it sure was fun while it lasted, sweetheart.”

“Where’s Leo? What happened to him?” I asked in shock.

“Sleepyhead was tired. He’s taking a nap on his long break,” Saint answered with a shrug. “He won’t be here anytime soon.”

Nap equaled knocked the fuck out in these psychopaths’ damn books. I knew their slimy tricks all too well. Once again, Sin and Saint had been up to no good. Mischievous mayhem.

“Fuckers.” I was deceived. “What is wrong with you?”

I tried to push my head back up to confront these two scheming assholes, but I couldn’t because Sin held me down.

His hand was on my head as he massaged my scalp, and I couldn’t deny how damn good he felt.

His fingers dug into every muscle as the warm liquid helped guide the way, and a smooth friction released all the tension these boys had made.

“Nothing. We made no mistakes, darling,” Saint answered as I felt his hands roam lower toward the crack of my ass. “But provided you with everything you need. Us . ”

The hiss from Saint’s last word sent a chill up my spine and brought my attention back to Sin working his fingers down the back of my neck in small circular motions. The way he worked me made everything loosen, heated and electrified.

“This is crazy. Why couldn’t you guys do this at the penthouse?” I questioned, frustrated with them.

“Because you weren’t ready. You couldn’t see the trust you could have in our touch until we tricked your mind,” Sin whispered in my ear. “Until your goddamn body gave into us and remembered everything we used to make you experience before someone other than us hurt you.”

My mind flashed back to the bastard who had taken too much from me.

The panic returned, but only briefly, with Sin and Saint touching me.

The therapeutic strategy to create a safe space I could willingly let go in was working.

They had done that for me because I was theirs, and they didn’t want anyone to take me away.

Tears crept into my eyes, but Sin’s caresses forced me to let go of any rational thought and solely focus on what these two men were doing to me.

They were making me trust as well as feel everything I never thought I could and give me the stability I needed to move forward.

My phantoms were breathing life back into me .

I didn’t have to fight. The men who could be brutal and unjust had helped me as I slowly dug myself out of the pit of hell and came back to them.

I still had more to climb, but with Sin and Saint by my side, I could do anything.

I got to see each of their hearts and their bruised souls wanting to heal right along with mine.

“I can finally see the truth…” I admitted and Sin let me raise my head up to glance at them with my admission. “How much I can trust you both.”

“You do?” Saint asked, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I do,” I whispered, grabbing the towel and tossing it on the ground. “And I want to show you how much faith I have in both of you.”

“Fuck. Little obsession,” Sin groaned when he caught sight of my naked body before him. “So damn beautiful, willing and wet.”

I moaned as Sin poured more of the substance he held in a glass jar onto the front of my body, and I tossed my head back. The warmth felt so good as I lay down with my backside on the massage table.

“Please. Don’t stop. I want to feel more of your touch,” I begged.

I closed my eyes while their groans of hunger filled the room, and their eager hands caressed me.

Sin and Saint gave me everything I wanted as one worked on the lower half of me while the other was at my midsection.

Fingers kneaded into the arches of my feet, and I giggled when the touch tickled me.

My toes wiggled as he moved up toward my calves, and he massaged the outside until he spread my legs and made his way in.

He moved higher until my eyes shot open, and I realized that man was Saint with a hooded hungry stare focused on my pussy. He wanted to have a taste.

Saint glanced up at me for permission, and I shook my head, “I’m not ready.”

Saint half snarled with frustration, making the sound of a wild animal, but he didn’t pounce.

Instead, he grazed his upper teeth across his lip and released it.

He held himself back and made me quiver with want from his will to do what was right by me.

I needed my phantoms to listen to my requests to get me out of the darkness, the captivity I used to live in, and pull me out of my cruel prison.

I didn’t want to go back because I wanted to be with them, and they could keep me if only they’d listen.

“Fuck, Liv, you have no idea how damn bad we have wanted you,” Sin hissed as he poured liquid out of the jar and let it spill onto his hand. “To rail you, filling you with us, but at least we can coat you with ourselves. Goddamn, you look so slick with our cum glistening on your beautiful body.”

“We are consumed by you…” Saint added while he got up on the table and stroked his massive cock over top of me. “Goddamn, darling, we can’t help ourselves with you. Watching you come not once, but twice with you screaming our names did us in, and we would’ve come in our pants.”

“You were both in here while I—”

Sin and Saint answered by nodding their heads. Their eyes were full of hunger. Their admission shocked me, but not because of what they did but because of my lack of embarrassment. I wasn’t ashamed they had lurked in the shadows, enjoying me pleasuring myself to the thought of them.

“You see, sweetheart…” Sin answered as he glided his oily hand over my collarbone and gently squeezed my neck. “We each whacked off in your massage oil, fully intent on painting your body with our cum.”

“What?” I squeaked, barely getting the word out.

Sin ignored my shock at their next omission.

He loosened his restraint on my throat, and Sin worked his way down toward my chest. I didn’t stop him as I breathed heavily and watched him make a shiny path straight for the crevice between my tits.

He dipped his entire hand lower, and he cupped my right breast. He repeated the same trail with his other hand, and he groped me while I couldn’t help the shivers running through me when he flicked my nipples with his index fingers.

“Perky and fucking perfect.” Sin whispered above me as his cock dug into my side and his erection throbbed. “Christ, you are such a good slut, aren’t you, Liv?”

Saint added, “Tell me just how damn good you’ve been, darling.”

I whispered hoarsely, “I’ve been so damn good I’ve almost been bad.”

“We can help with that.” Sin groaned as he pinched my nipples and released them.

I whimpered, “Yes, please, don’t stop.”

As turned on as I was, I couldn’t believe Sin and Saint had pulled this plan off.

They knocked a guy out, snuck in, pretended to be someone else, and played their dirty tricks as usual.

Always up to a wicked fucking stunt, the never-ending games of their predatory ways, and I was the only one they were after.

I was happy they had watched me masturbate because now they knew how much I wanted them to.

Their cum all over me was a clear sign I had proven my point.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Sin cursed. Saint stopped mid stroke, glanced at the door and back to me. A wide grin spread across his lips, and he grinned down at me. The bastard kept jerking on his cock. Jesus, he was crazy, but I loved his dirty ideas.

“Leo?” a female voice called. “Is everything okay in there?”

Sin cleared his throat and lowered his tone. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” Her concern was evident. “Because the session ended a half an hour ago. Your next client is waiting.”

This time Saint cursed. He stopped stroking his dick and tucked it away in his sweatpants. Sin gave my nipples one last flick while his enjoyment of my reaction was all over his face, and he, too, put his cock away.

Sin leaned over me, his face upside down. “This ain’t over.” His mouth was mere inches from mine.

The need to kiss Sin was strong, but I resisted. I shouldn’t. I wasn’t sure of anything, and there wasn’t the time for a make-out session. Unless we wanted our asses hauled off in the back of a police car.

“Leo?”

Persistent bitch.

“Everything is fine. I’ll pay him extra for his time,” I answered with a wicked smirk. “He did a marvelous job, and I’ll be back. Four hands are better than two.”

“Excuse me?” she questioned, puzzled.

“Nothing!” I got up from the table while giggles escaped me. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Nice one,” Sin whispered as he grabbed the towel and whipped me with it.

I yanked the towel from his grasp. “I only learn from the best.”

Sin smirked and shook his head.

Saint playfully smacked my ass. “Get dressed.”

I squealed.

Immediately, my hand flew up to my mouth, but I couldn’t contain the sound.

Sin went to the door, pressed an ear up against it while Saint cut the music.

Heels clicked down the hallway and this was our chance, but I stood there admiring how damn gorgeous Sin was with strands of black hair falling into his face.

Saint with his striking blue eyes locked back into action, and all I wanted to do was stare at them, but I couldn’t.

I had to get dressed, and we had to get the hell out of here before someone discovered what my men had done.