When room service came, I let the guy in. He brought the cart into the room and saw Gia spread out naked on the bed, very clearly sleeping. He tried not to stare, but I just looked at him and smiled. I wouldn’t have been able to look away either. I slipped him another tip and before he left I told him about her website. He was blushing brightly and his dick was clearly hard as his snug uniform left very little room for his own discretion.
I closed and locked the door to our room and went back over to the cart. None of it mattered ultimately, but I needed to at least try to make it up to Gia for letting my boss blackmail us like that. I should have just called Katherine and confessed to having an affair with her little sister. I’d take on the fallout of it. I would’ve been the bad guy if they needed to me to be. Instead, I took the coward’s way out and let Gia take on the burden of our actions.
I grabbed a couple of bottles from the cart and went into the bathroom, running a tub of hot water with lusciously soft and sweetly scented bubbles. Then I went back into the bedroom and used a warm massage oil they sent up to slowly and gently work the tension out of her body.
She woke up as soon as the oil hit her back, it startled her slightly, but I leaned down and whispered, “Let me take care of you?”
Gia nodded and I maneuvered her body, putting her hands up under her head and moving her hips and legs so they were straight. Then I started rubbing the oil into her soft skin, massaging her shoulders and the back of her neck, moving over to her upper arms, then doting on her shoulder blades and down along her spine, working my fingers into the muscles and using the palms of my hands to smooth the tension in her. I put more oil on her lower back and worked my hands over the dimples above her ass and down along her hips then over the back of her upper thighs.
Then I took my time and gently massaged her ass. The soft, supple, rounded cheeks relaxed as I caressed and pulled her skin, working my fingertips into her ass cheeks. When I spread her cheeks a little to rub more thoroughly she tensed up again. I spread the oil along her asshole and between her cheeks, but didn’t penetrate her at all, just wanted to soothe the area with the gently warmed oil.
She relaxed again when I moved on to her lower thighs and over her calves. Then I massaged her feet and she kept giggling and pulling away, which just made me want to rub her feet some more, but I relented when she turned her head and pouted at me as I began tickling her more than massaging her. I laid out a towel next to her and had her lay on her back so I could start over going down the front of her body.
I took my time, rubbing her neck and shoulders, her upper arms, then taking my time and sliding my oiled hands over her breasts, rubbing them until her nipples responded to the slightest touch and her smile turned into a soft blush as she moaned. I caressed her sides and over her ribcage, then down her stomach, gently rubbing and stroking the oil into her skin. I made my way down her legs and tickled her toes a little more, which got her to groan and kick at me.
Then I climbed back up her and rubbed her forearms, hands, and fingers. She watched me the whole time I rubbed down the front of her body. I moved down between her legs and used the oil leftover on my hands to rub her inner thighs and along her outer pussy lips. I didn’t spread her open or try to stimulate her sexually, I just rubbed my thumbs along the area where her thighs met her cunt and tried to relax her.
The light sheen on her body from the oil that hadn’t yet absorbed into her skin was alluring. I was hard as fuck just from touching her, but I didn’t want anything sexual from her right now, I just wanted to fucking worship her. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the bed beside her and kissed me, but I pulled back and shook my head, “Let’s get you into the tub,” I said as I guided her off of the bed with me.
She walked just ahead of me, I expected her to slip a little when she went into the bathroom but she didn’t she just walked carefully as I held her hand and guided her over to the tub. When we were beside it, I put my hands on her waist and lifted her up, placing her easily into the tub full of soft bubbles. She sat in the water with my help and I laughed as the bubbles came up to her chin.
Gia scowled at me and pushed some of the bubbles away. I knelt beside the tub and gently began removing the hairpins from her hair, letting each curl fall down into the bubbly bath water. When I was done she looked at me sadly, “Aren’t you going to get in with me?” she asked.
I shook my head, “No, Gia. Right now I just want to take care of you.”
She put her hands on the side of the tub and rested her chin on them, pouting and batting her eyelashes at me. I smirked and shook my head, “No, I don’t want you to think that’s all I want.”
She laughed and looked me over, “What if it’s all I want, Dean?”
I sat back a little, “I don’t think it is.”
“And what makes you think that?” She asked.
“Because you were crying when I told him I wasn’t planning on leaving Katherine for you,” I said.
She looked into the water before bringing her gaze back up to mine, “That’s not why I was crying. I never had any illusions of you leaving my sister for me. We’re nothing but a fun fling that lets me get back at my sister a little, I never saw it any other way.”
“Why were you crying then?” I asked.
“Same reason I went along with fucking your boss. I don’t want my sister to find out I fucked you and I was afraid you would tell Katie instead of just letting me do what he wanted,” she said.
I shook my head, “How is it that fucking me is getting back at your sister for something if she doesn’t know about you fucking me?”
Gia narrowed her eyes and scoffed, “It’s not about her knowing. It’s about me knowing. I know you’ve been unfaithful to her and she doesn’t. Every time I see her that’s knowledge I have about what she presents as such a perfect relationship to everyone else. I get to see the truth and that makes it easier for me to work on my own life without feeling like I have to have everything in perfect order or I’m just a god damned shadow of my big sister. No, I get to go through life knowing that I very easily seduced my older sister’s perfect husband to the point he was willing to ruin his marriage to keep me to himself.”
“I don’t believe you, Gia,” I said, trying to not sound hurt by her outright saying I was just a fucking mark to knock her sister down a peg.
“Believe what you want, Dean,” she said as she leaned back in the tub and looked away from me.
I undressed and climbed into the tub behind her and pulled her back against my chest. I took my time washing her. She was quiet the whole time and avoided looking at me when I tried to turn her towards me. I let the water out of the tub and used the shower head to rinse us both off.
I helped her out of the tub and got out with her, leading her back into the bedroom. The rest of the day was spent sitting around and eating. She refused to look at me, or talk to me. Most of the gifts I had sent up for her went to waste as she just wasn’t responding to me anymore.
Then it came time for her to stream and she set up the equipment and looked at me, “Are you still willing to help me stream tonight?” she asked.
I nodded.
She continued setting up the stream and I went over to a drawer and retrieved the ties I brought with me. She did her intro and I walked over, climbing onto the bed behind her. I kissed her neck as I slipped my tie between her teeth and whispered to her, “You wanted me to react to what you said, right?” as I secured the tie tightly at the back of her head.
She looked to me and I ran my hand down her arm and grasped her wrist, pulling it behind her back and looping another tie around it before grabbing her other wrist and pulling it behind her back as well. She didn’t try to say anything she just looked at me as I pulled her to the edge of the bed and tied each of her ankles to the bed frame, keeping her legs spread wide.
Then I moved the camera closer to her, ensuring a super up close image of her cunt. My fingers were gentle with her, showing the men watching exactly what movements on her pussy made her drip. I spent half an hour working her up to the crest of an orgasm then stopping to manipulate her cunt, pulling her open so they could all picture shoving their own dicks inside of her.
I mimicked what Ray did to her. Pushing a finger inside of her, pulling and stretching her enough to fit another in then pulling her open with both fingers. She never stayed open once I pulled my fingers from her. But the view they got was of her gagged and bound, a tear cascaded down her cheeks every now and then as I denied her the crest she sought. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, aching for release and I just kept denying her.
I was quiet at first, just letting them focus on her soft, muffled moans. But I read the comments and requests. Some wanted me to slap her cunt, others her face or her tits. A few wanted me to bend her over my knee and bruise her ass. I thought about it. I considered taking my frustration and anger out on her body at the behest of her fans. But I refrained.
Her wrists were untied long enough for me to pull her up onto the bed, stretching her body tightly so I could bind her to the headboard. I pulled the gag from her mouth and moved the camera so that it was higher, looking down on her on the bed. Then I retrieved the little wand I’d gotten her as a present and started giving her the pleasure she sought.
She writhed in her restraints, trying not to scream for relief as I let the toy do all of the work, vibrating her entire genital region until the slightest touch of my finger on her clit made her flood the bed with her fluids. Some of which may have actually been piss because I didn’t let up. Her pussy had a red flush to it when I decided she’d had enough.
Her cunt glistened and she was continuously gasping and arching her body, my finger rubbed along her clit and she whined, reaching a height once again. Her nipples stayed hard throughout. I moved the camera again, giving the viewers my point of view of her tight body writhing at the slightest touch, pulling and rubbing her cunt, opening her so they could see the soft folds of her body intimately spread open, showcasing that, even with me stretching her, she remained a tight little fuck hole.
Then I pushed my dick in her and she cried out weakly. My dick squelched in the flooded cavern that was her cunt. I groped her breasts and put my hand on her throat, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp and become a little fearful as I pushed my dick deeper into her cunt roughly. I wasn’t trying to hurt her, just wanted her to know that I wasn’t a fucking pushover and I could be cold and heartless when angry too.
I used her body without regard to her safety or comfort.
But, I wasn’t willing to just use her to get off while she couldn’t fight me. I wanted to scare her. So I stopped and I untied her. She hurt from being stretched and forced to arch while restrained. I grabbed her and sat on the edge of the bed with her on my lap, facing the camera. I guided my dick back into her and held her head against my chest by keeping one hand on her neck, the other grasped her wrists and held them still, keeping her on my lap whether she wanted to be or not.
Her legs dangled on either side of mine, ensuring the people could see my dick going in and out of her tight hole. My grip on her throat tightened and I lifted her slightly so I could thrust into her harder. She groaned and I put my lips down beside her ear, “If you want me to treat you like a worthless fuck toy, a mindless body just made to please my dick at the expense of any self-worth you have, then tell me. I’ll stop treating you like someone I love and treat you like the whore you wanted to be that night in the club. I wonder how many guys you blew in that room before me. I wonder if you realize how lucky you were that none of them took more than you offered them. How many of your viewers would pay me to have use of your very fuckable little body, Gia.”
I rubbed her throat and came inside of her. She was trembling and I kissed her cheek, then moved my fingers up from her neck to her jaw, turning her to me so I could kiss her lips lightly. Her mouth was open slightly and fresh tears were on her cheeks as she looked me in the eye. I let go of her neck and wrists, moving my hands over her breasts and down her sides, grasping her inner thighs.
I lifted her up and pressed my thumbs into her cunt, pulling her open and letting her empty of the gift I’d just given her and picked her up and threw her gently back onto the bed. Then I reached over and turned the camera off and ended the feed. She was crying softly curled up on her side and I left her there.
It probably wasn’t the right thing to do, but I went to the bathroom and cleaned my dick then got dressed and headed down to the hotel bar. I honestly just wanted to pick up some piece of ass to clear my mind of the things Gia had said about what this was for her. I wondered how Gia would feel watching me fuck another girl in our room tonight. She can add that to the list of my fuckups regarding being faithful to my wife.
For now I was just staring down into a glass of bourbon and ignoring the waitress flirting with me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i48a7r/careless_whispers_part_nine_full_body_massage