His Carnal Touch (ENGLISH R-18)

Chapter 3

ASMODEUS

I stumble on top of the massage bed when I suddenly get up from my sleep. I looked around and woke up in an unfamiliar room. Then memories of last night came rushing right before my eyes. My bewilderment grew as my eyes widened once I recalled what happened last night.

I quickly searched for my watch to check the time. It was already eight in the morning. That was more than eight hours of sleep. I haven't slept that long for as long as I can remember.

"What the hell happened?" I asked myself, confused about this sudden turn of events. "Is somebody there?" I shouted at the door, and it didn't take more than a minute before my bodyguards came rushing inside the room.

"Do you need anything, young master?" Kevin asked.

"I have been sleeping since last night."

"Y-Yes, young master. It took you just less than an hour before you dozed off. We're actually surprised to see the woman walking out of the room half an hour later since your session started.

"Then what happened next?" I asked once again as I started to put on my clothes.

"We checked on you to see if everything was fine. We were surprised to find you soundly sleeping on top of the massage chair. "We didn't bother to wake you up since you haven't slept for more than forty-eight hours now," he explained.

"Have you checked if she used any drugs on me? I find it hard to believe that she's able to put me to sleep with nothing but his massaging technique, "I uttered.

"We did, young master." We checked her things before and after she left. We didn't find any suspicious other than usual oils and ointments that the previous massaue used as well."

I took a deep breath as I continued to reminisce about what happened last night. Somehow, I feel like something heavy has been lifted from my chest. I couldn't remember the last time that I woke up feeling light and peaceful. I wonder if it's because of the good night's sleep that I had last night or if it's because of that mysterious woman. Regardless of the reason, I'm just glad that I finally got to sleep last night.

"Find everything about her. I want to know every detail, "I told Kevin." "And also, I booked her again tonight." But this time, don't let her bring anything inside. I'll provide all the things she needs. I need to make sure that she's not using any drugs on me.

I was still suspicious about how that woman was able to make me fall asleep with just the touch of her hand, when even the brightest doctor in this city was having a hard time finding something that would work on my insomia.

Since that most dreadful moment of my life, I haven't slept without having nightmares. Hence, I have become afraid to close my eyes. Memories of those horrifying days I'd spent with those monsters hunt me every night. I resorted to take sleeping pills in order for me to get some sleep but nightmares follow me every moment of my life. I've been in therapy for five years now. I've seen different things, but still, I feel like I was stuck in that hellhole forever.

"Is the car ready?"

"Yes, young master."

"What happened to my eight o'clock appointment?"

I don't want to disturb your sleep. Pardon me if I decided to move it without your approval. "I thought you needed the sleep more than this meeting," he explained.

Kevin has been my loyal and trusted employee. He's the only one who managed to stay with me despite my being ruthless when it comes to work. He had witnessed things about me that even my family had no idea about.

It's fine. You're right. I'm well rested now. " I chuckle, "I can't even remember the last time I slept for more than eight hours."

"It's been more than five years," he answered.

I fell silent. He's right. It's been five years since that incident. Years have passed, but the memories still linger in my mind like it was yesterday.

I lied. "I had no idea." The truth is, I've been counting the days, weeks, and years since that horrifying incident happened. Nights of torture play on my mind over and over again.

"By the way, young master. Your father called and requested an audience. "

"I don't have time for him," I answer coldly.

"He's coming here with your mother," he added.

I let out a loud sigh. My father is up to no good. He knows that I can't say no to my mother. That's why he uses her whenever he wants something from me.

"I'll make a pass for now." Tell them I can't see them. I'm busy, "I ordered.

"Okay. I'll book into the massage room later at ten. Then, shall I cancel your attendance at Belle Ame? "

Belle Ame is a private party that explores people's deepest and darkest desires. It's an underground organization with high-profile clients that allows them to unleash their s****l desires. That's where I usually spent my free time to let off some steam.

I lost my ability to release by having a normal s*x. My therapist says that it has something to do with my trauma. I wasn't able to connect with my part, so I won't be able to attend a normal intercourse.I needed more stimulation to increase my libido.

That's why I leaned into b**m to practice self-control and discipline. b**m, or Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism, was not just about s*x, contrary to popular belief.Though that is where the relationship revolves, it also involves trust, communication, and respect. It's vital when you're establishing this kind of relationship with someone.

There are few people who truly understand what it is to be in this kind of relationship. That's why it was hard for us to find someone suitable for us as our partner.

The people inside Belle Ame are all consenting adults. They don't tolerate anything that violates that law. No one forces anyone, and if someone did, surely there's hell to pay. They have their own set of rules and it's the law inside the Belle Ame.

"Yes, cancel that." And don't book the room. Bring her to my penthouse. My back hurts from sleeping on that horrible massage table. " I complained.

"Are you sure you want to bring her to your penthouse?"

If her massage really works on me, then I would probably need her every night. And I don't have any plan on sleeping on that table every night.

"Should I ask our legal to draft a contract?"

"Not yet. I need to see her tonight and confirm if it's real or wasn't a fluke."

"How about your schedule with Dr. James?"

"Proceed to that. I'll see him later before we head home. "

"Noted, young master."

"Is the car ready?"

"Yes, young master. The car is waiting in the lobby. "

We headed straight to the elevator after Kevin confirmed my schedule for today. Suddenly, fragments of what happened last night came flashing right before my eyes. Somehow, I felt that familiar warmth brought by a soft hand rubbing against my back. For the first time in a very long time, I felt comfort.

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