His Love

CHAPTER 4: Terry

CHAPTER 4: Terry

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Terry held back his smile as Maggie climbed onto the table, eyes darting everywhere except at Kevin. She stretched out, placing her face in the crescent headrest.

“Do you like it soft, firm or hard?” Kevin’s eyes sparkled with humor.

“Excuse me?” Maggie started to sit up and then glanced down at her luscious breasts and dropped back onto the table.

“The pressure,” said Kevin.

“Oh,” she squeaked. “Medium I guess.”

“Perfect.” Kevin squirted oil in his hands and ran them down Maggie’s back in a long stroke that forced him to lean over her head.

“What did you think he meant, rabbit?” Terry settled back against the couch, ready to enjoy the show.

“Ah.” She lifted her head, her eyes meeting Kevin’s crotch and her face turning bright red before she dropped onto the headrest.

“Tsk, tsk. What a dirty mind you have, rabbit.”

“And whose fault is that?” she mumbled.

He laughed. “You’re welcome.”

“You need to relax.” Kevin continued to work the muscles along her back.

“Sorry.”

“Why don’t you put on that music you guys use?” Terry wanted her good and relaxed for later.

“Great idea.” Kevin walked to the couch and grabbed his phone and a speaker from his bag. Soon, the sound of rain filled the room. “Now, let’s get you relaxed.” He returned to the table, his strong hands pressing down on her back, his fingers searching for the knots and gently working out the kinks.

Terry’s eyes roamed over her lush, naked frame, his d**k swelling in anticipation. She’d be soft and sleepy and so relaxed that he’d be able to slide right inside her and make her come.

Kevin moved along her back and arms, working her muscles, but Maggie wasn’t relaxing. She twitched every time his hands got near her butt.

“Relax, Maggie,” said Terry.

“I’m trying.”

“But...” He waited.

“It’s hard with you watching.” She leaned up a little. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just let your mind wander. Pretend I’m not here.”

She snorted as she put her head back in the headrest. “I’ll try but that’s not going to be possible.”

His chest puffed up with pride. Good. She couldn’t ignore him or forget about him. She knew what he wanted. What he always wanted—her. Seeing her lying there, naked except for the collar proclaiming she was his while Kevin massaged that satiny flesh made him want nothing more than to join the masseuse and explore the soft, dark spaces that’d make her purr.

The downside to her awareness was that she should be able to relax around him. He was her Dom. He’d care for her and protect her above all else.

Kevin glanced at him, shaking his head. This wasn’t working.

“You’re not relaxing.” He stood and Maggie lifted her head slightly.

“Sorry.”

“Hmm.” He strode into the bedroom and came back with a sheet, draping it over her ass. “Maybe this will help.”

“Yes, it does. Thank you.” She smiled at him, warm and filled with love.

His knees almost buckled. She was so f*****g appreciative of every little thing he did for her it humbled him and made him want to beat her ex into a bloody pulp. The man had abused her giving nature but he knew what a true gift it was. “Of course. I’d do anything for you, even deny myself.”

“Deny yourself?”

“Yes, watching you get a massage.”

“You’re enjoying this?”

He dipped his head to her ear. “I could grab your hand and show you exactly how much.”

She turned so her lips were near his. “Really? This is turning you on?”

“Very much.” He knew exactly what was coming next but she should have some idea where this was headed. They’d been together long enough.

“Oh.” Her cheeks heated. “You can remove the sheet.”

“No. I want you to relax.” He kissed her gently.

“But—”

“You come first. Always. At least once but preferably several times before I get my turn.”

“Terry.” Her face heated as her eyes darted to Kevin.

He laughed and took a step back. “You know, I don’t think the sheet is enough. Isn’t the room usually dark too?”

“Yes,” said Kevin. “But those rooms have small lights so that I can see. If I make this room dark, I’ll be fumbling around in here.” He skimmed his finger down her spine, stopping where it joined her hip bone. “You wouldn’t want me accidentally massaging someplace you don’t want me to touch, would you?” He winked at Terry.

“No. I’ll shut my eyes. It’ll be fine.”

“I don’t think that’s good enough. You could’ve shut your eyes earlier.” Terry snapped his fingers. “I got it. One minute.” He went into the bedroom and came back with a blindfold. “I think this will work perfectly.”

Terry grinned as Maggie’s eyes widened.