SWNOVELS Chapter An Erotic Massage
Dante walked into the living room and glanced at his wristwatch. It was just few minutes to 7pm and Mireille should be ready by now.
She was not in the living room, however and Dante could not help but think for a moment, that she was avoiding him.
He brushed the thoughts away and climbed up the stairs. He walked over to her door and opened it up, using his finger print.
He pushed the door open and stopped right by the door when he realised that Mireille was not ready or even getting ready.
She was laying on the sheets of her bed and scrolling through her phone.
“Princess” he called.
“I asked you to be ready by 7pm”
Mireille sat up on the bed. She had concluded that she was not going to take Belinda’s advice or any advice close to it. She was going to just make sure their relationship was what it was before.
“You did not care to ask if I wanted to go shopping. I don’t want to” She spelt out her last words.
Dante stared at her for a few seconds before his lips curled up in a smirk.
“Do you want me to pick you out of that bed, rip those clothes off your body, bathe you and dress you up?” He questioned and Mireille gulped down, visualising the actions.
“So which will it be? You getting up and doing all that yourself or me doing it all for you?”
Mireille glared at him… At least she tried to but his grey eyes seemed to melt her glares.
“I am tired, I can’t go shopping tonight” Mireille shook her head, softening her gaze.
Somehow, she knew that if she faked being tired, he would let her rest.
“What were you doing the whole day?” Dante walked further into the room and Mireille found her breathing getting heavier, the more steps he took close to her.
“I worked out and I kind of stressed myself out so I am just going to rest tonight”
Dante said nothing but sat at the edge of her bed and looked at Mireille. Mireille felt her stomach tighten as his intense gaze rested on her face.
“Let me have your legs” Dante suddenly requested.
“Wh… What?”
“Your legs, princess” his voice was a little bit impatient.
With her brows pulled into an arch in confusion, she stretched her both legs towards him and Dante pulled her legs onto his thighs.
The simple contact made Mireille’s cheeks blush pink.
Dante rolled back his sleeves, all the way to his elbow, revealing the little bit of the tattoo Mireille had noticed in the morning.
His veiny hands touched her legs, gently and Mireille almost jumped at the contact.
“What are you doing?” She questioned, glad that she did not stutter or sound nervous.
“Giving your tired legs a massage, princess”
“What can I do to make you stop calling me princess?” Mireille asked with a small groan.
“Become my queen” Dante replied, his eyes on her legs.
Mireille could swear her heart skipped a beat and her body froze.
Dante looked at her face and chuckled.
“What? Princess can’t take a joke?” He began to run his hands over her right leg.
“You really do not have to give me a massage, I will be fine….” Mireille tried to pull her legs away from him but Dante held her legs down and looked at her with a hardened look.
“Just relax and enjoy it like a good girl should” he said to her and looked back at her legs, starting the massage.
Mireille decided to just let Dante do his thing. It was just an innocent, harmless massage anyways but a minute into the massage, Mireille realised that perhaps this massage was not as innocent as she had thought it would be.
His strong, harsh hands glided over her skin gently, creating a contrast that made her insides churn with excitement.
He ran his fingers through the gaps between her toes and glided his fingers down her foot. Mireille felt the urge to close her eyes wash over her. This massage was good, too good in fact, it was quickly getting to a point where she would call it pleasure.
“Close your eyes if you want to” Dante said to her and something about his deep voice was so enchanting that Mireille could not resist the urge anymore.
She closed her eyes and relaxed into the bed. Dante looked at her face, his fingers working on her foot and toes.
He looked back at her legs and he felt the sudden desire to run his tongue over her leg. He had never thought of himself as having a foot fetish until right now, staring down at her beautiful legs in his grip.
His massage got a bit firmer and Mireille’s body tensed up a little. This had reached the point of pleasure. She could not deny the little pool that had formed in her panties already.
Dante looked back at her face. Unlike a few minutes before, her lips were now parted and her brows were pulled together. She looked like even just a massage like this could make her cum.
“Fuck” he cursed underneath his breath.
His princess was so sensitive. He thought of stopping the massage at this point before the situation would get out of hands but he did not want the look on her face to be gone so quick.
He could not deny it that he was quickly enjoying seeing her face contort in pleasure. Freaking addictive!
“Ohhh” a soft moan left Mireille’s lips and it sent heat directly to Dante’s cock.
Dante groaned as softly as he could. Mireille wanted to stop him as she felt herself reaching the edge but at the same time, she did not want him to stop.
This felt good!
Mireille’s toes curled in pleasure and her hands gripped the sheets.
‘it’s just a massage!’ she tried to tell herself.
How in the world could she orgasm to a massage? How would she face Dante after that? He would tease her about it for years unending!
As her back gently arched, she wondered if Dante noticed that she was about to orgasm but even more desperately, she wondered if she could orgasm quietly without Dante knowing or noticing.
‘I can try. I just have to keep my mouth shut and let it happen quietly’ Mireille said to herself.