The Billionaire's Toy

Fatal Attraction

My hands slicked with the oil on them. I rubbed my hands together before placing them on his back. His muscles tensed and relaxed when they got used to my fingers. I goaded my fingers to his shoulder blades and nestled them there.

Every rub made me lustful, and I was well aware of the man lying on this table. He could fulfill my needs with a look. His eyes seared into me like molten larva and my whole body felt hot but I was determined to pass through the day without succumbing to my desires.

"How is the room?" I asked,

"Good,"

"Do you like the music?" I asked again,

"Yes," he groans as I kneaded the tension on his neck. The throaty sounds sent shivers down my spine. I paused, taking my hands off his body for a second to recollect myself.

I don't know what it was about this man that made me want to abandon my morals and let him dominate me. He barely said anything to me but he seems to know how much power he holds over me.

"Why did you stop?" He asked,

"I am sorry, I was lost in thoughts," I answered.

He groaned but didn't say anything. I continued my ministrations amidst the turmoil in my body. Everything was straining my control, my n****e felt painful rubbing against my top.

"Keep going," he ordered.

I frowned at his tone, it should have pissed me off but I found myself doing exactly what he asked to make him happy.

I applied more pressure to his toned muscles and smiled when he groaned from the sheer pleasure of it.

I smiled wickedly, I wanted to get more of the sounds out of him but I refrained from making a fool of myself. He is a client.

He is a client, I repeated to myself.

With that, I poured my heart into getting him the relaxation he desperately wanted even if I am punishing myself at the same time.

"Please turn around," I said, closing my eyes and counting one to ten in my head to keep me from jumping his bones.

He turned, supporting his body as he gave me a full-face view of the front of his toweled body. My eyes widened as he gave me a view of something else. He stared at me unapologetically as I gazed down at his hard appendage.

I lifted my eyes, and the ceiling became much more interesting than his p***s. I pointedly avoided looking down there.

He smirked as he watched me struggle to keep my composure. I managed just fine to rub out the kinks on his chest.

The session was over, I could hardly breathe with him in the room.

"Thank you for your service." He said as he dressed up.

The man had no sense of modesty, he had no problems pulling his clothes on and off in front of me. I looked everywhere else but him.

My breaths came out in short pants when he stood close to me, his steel eyes piercing into mine as if he could understand my desires like he could make them come to life.

"Call me," he said simply. Inserting his business card into the pocket of my uniform. And with that, he walked out.

My jaw dropped when the door closed. I heaved a sigh of relief. The room was clear again and I felt my breathing become easier.

Who is he anyway?

I wanted to go home and lay down but the guest shower called to me. We weren't allowed access to the guest bathrooms as they are meant for clients but every cell in my body wanted to rebel against that rule.

I pulled my scrubs, feeling the air tighten my n*****s. They were hard against my touch. I caressed the nubs, feeling the pain ease with each touch.

I entered the stall, turning the shower in full blast. The cold water soothed my body but it wasn't enough. His eyes flashed in my mind, regarding me with a sexy smirk when he turned his front. The shape and length of his hard c**k haunted me as I squeezed my breasts even harder to ease the pain.

My lower abdomen was on fire, I needed his hands on me. I trailed my hands down my stomach as I imagined he was the one doing it to me. My fantasies were alive with him in them.

I reached for the bundle of nerves between my legs, rubbing it gently. I bit my lip to stop myself from making a sound, I didn't want to get caught but it felt exciting to think about it.

I moaned a little when I inserted a finger into my p***y, the intrusion felt so good that I found myself adding another finger. I slowly f****d myself, biting my lips in the process. I was aware that anyone could come in but that only fueled my lust.

My abdomen tightened, and the moment I waited for was almost here. I increased my pace, determined to finish before I leave this place.

My throes of passion were cut off when the curtain was yanked back, and a small scream left my throat, afraid that I have been caught.

I opened my eyes, they widened when I saw the culprit.

"I know for a fact that the masseuse has to leave," he said, his eyes trailing down my naked body leaving nothing but the heat in its wake.

"Um...I just..." I stuttered but he wasn't having it.

"I wonder what your manager would say about this."

My eyes widened, I forgot my state of vulnerability as I grabbed his jacket. His eyes went down to my hand holding him.

"I am sorry, please."

"Come here," he said as he rolled up his sleeves.

"What?"

"I said come here," I obeyed, biting my lip shyly as I approached him. His eyes followed my movement as I walked towards him.

"Good, now bend over." He ordered.