The Massage Palace - Episode 2
The Massage Palace - Episode 2
The city outside was a beast of steel and glass, but inside The Massage Palace, the air was still, heavy with the scent of lavender and rain. LIA sat in the waiting area, a stark contrast to Kendra’s stormy arrival. She was small, fragile, a lost bird in a worn cardigan, clutching her purse like a shield.
Sasha glanced up from her tablet, her gaze softening.
"He's ready for you, sweetie," she said gently. "Don't worry. He doesn't bite."
Lia offered a trembling smile and walked down the hall. In the suite, MALIK stood by the window, his silhouette calm and steady. He turned, and his expression shifted from predatory to protective.
"Lia," he murmured. "You came."
"I… I needed to be anywhere but here," she whispered.
"Then leave it all outside."
She shed her clothes with shy hesitation, folding them neatly before slipping into the silk robe. She lay on the table, her body rigid with anxiety. She expected the intensity he gave Kendra, but Malik had other plans.
His hands touched her back, not with demand, but with reverence. He traced the delicate wings of her shoulder blades, kneading the knots of tension with a patience that made her want to weep. It was a conversation without words, a poem of solace. He worked her tight muscles until she melted into the silk, her breath hitching in quiet relief.
"Turn over," he whispered.
Lia rolled over, her eyes wet with unshed tears. Malik didn't rush. He rested his palm on her stomach, an anchor in her sea of fear. His hands drifted lower, parting her thighs with agonizing slowness. He wasn't taking; he was asking permission.
His fingers found her slick folds, sliding through her wetness to tease the sensitive bud of her cl!t. He circled it slowly, watching her face as the pleasure bloomed, chasing away the shadows.
Malik slid a finger inside her tight, unused heat, and Lia gasped, her back arching off the table. He moved gently, curling his finger to find that deep, hidden spot while his thumb continued its maddening rhythm on her cl!t.
"Just feel," he commanded softly.
The pleasure built like a sunrise, slow and inevitable. Her body, starved of touch, ignited. She gripped the sheets as the sensation overwhelmed her, a golden tide rising higher and higher. With a soft, broken cry, she shattered, her p#ssy pulsing around his finger as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
Malik didn't stop. He stoked the fire, pushing her through the climax until she lay limp, her chest heaving.
But the sight of her vulnerability, the way she looked at him with total adoration, broke his resolve. He shed his clothes quickly, his hard d!ck jutting forth, thick and demanding.
He settled between her thighs, the head of his c#ck teasing her slick entrance.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Yes," she breathed. "Please."
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, stretching her until he filled her completely. The feeling was profound, a connection that went beyond the physical. He began to move, his strokes deep and measured. It wasn't a f#ck; it was a joining.
He reached between them to rub her cl!t again, and she spiraled upward. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking his length. The intensity was too much. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep and exploded, his hot c#m flooding her insides.
They lay tangled in the quiet, the candlelight painting them in gold. In the silence, Malik realized he had crossed a line. This was no longer just business.
Teaser for Episode 3:
Kendra returns, demanding more than Malik is willing to give. A rival spa owner sets his sights on destroying The Massage Palace, using a spy to infiltrate the sanctuary. Malik’s secret is at risk of exposure. Don't miss the next chapter of The Massage Palace.
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