The Massage Palace - Episode 11
Two weeks later, the city hadn’t changed, but they had. MALIK stood in the center of a new space—raw, industrial, and unbowed. It was a loft in the warehouse district, far from the prying eyes of the elite, close enough to the grit to remind them of what they survived.
He was inspecting the new velvet drapes when the door opened. LIA walked in, holding a box of candles. She looked different—harder, the fragile bird replaced by a woman who had seen the underside of the rock. She set the box down and walked up to him, her eyes searching his.
"Kendra isn't coming," she said softly.
Malik nodded, his jaw tight. "She understands. This new place… it needs a different heart."
"What does it need?" Lia asked, stepping closer.
"It needs honesty," Malik said. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "No more masks. No more games. Just us."
He pulled her in, kissing her deeply. It wasn't the desperate kiss of the safe house; it was slow, deliberate. A promise. He undressed her slowly, reverently, peeling away the layers until she stood naked in the center of the empty room.
"Are you ready to break in the new altar?" he murmured against her lips.
"Yes," she breathed.
He led her to the heavy, padded table he had built himself. It wasn't just furniture; it was a declaration. He laid her down, her skin glowing in the afternoon light.
Malik knelt at the foot of the table, spreading Lia’s thighs wide. He didn't rush. He wanted to savor this—her skin, her trust, her resilience. He leaned in and traced her wet folds with the tip of his tongue, tasting her arousal.
She gasped, her back arching off the table. "Malik…"
He licked her with long, slow strokes, building her pleasure with agonizing patience. He sucked her sensitive cl!t into his mouth, flicking it rhythmically. Her hands tangled in his hair, her moans filling the empty space. He slid two fingers inside her tight p#ssy, curling them to find that spot that made her tremble.
"I'm close," she cried out.
He didn't stop. He worked her harder, sucking and fingering her until she shattered, crying out his name as she came on his tongue.
Malik stood up, wiping his glistening mouth. He stripped off his clothes, his hard d!ck jutting forth, thick and demanding. He climbed onto the table, settling between her thighs.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Lia locked eyes with him, seeing the raw devotion in his gaze. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely. The feeling was profound, a silent vow. He began to move, his strokes deep and measured.
"I love you," she whispered, the words hanging in the air.
Malik groaned, burying his face in her neck. He sped up, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The pleasure built, a steady tide that drowned out the past.
"I'm going to c#m," he growled.
"Do it," she gasped.
He buried himself deep and exploded, his hot seed flooding her insides. They stayed tangled together, hearts racing, as the sun dipped below the skyline.
The Massage Palace was gone, but the sanctuary remained.
Teaser for Episode 12:
Kendra returns, but she hasn't been idle. She brings a proposition—one that involves expanding the business into a dangerous new territory. A mysterious new client arrives, testing the boundaries of the new sanctuary. The story continues.
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