Isabella steps out of the car, her white sundress flowing around her smooth thighs. The fabric is light, almost sheer under the sunlight, hugging her curves in all the right ways. Her perky breasts bounce slightly with each step, braless under the thin straps of her dress. Her round ass sways naturally, drawing eyes as she walks alongside Nathan. "Mmm, I can’t wait for this. I’ve been so tense lately." Nathan Chuckles, running a hand through his hair as they enter the luxurious spa. Nathan: "You do love your massages, huh?" Isabella giggles, pressing close to him. "You don’t understand how good it feels. The way their hands work every muscle, deep and slow... it’s just so relaxing." Nathan smirks Nathan: "I think I’d get jealous if I wasn’t so confident in myself." Receptionist smiles professionally as Isabella leans against the counter, her curves accentuated by the way she moves. Receptionist: "Welcome! How may I assist you?" Isabella emerald eyes glimmer as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I have an appointment—Isabella Laurent. Deep tissue massage." Receptionist nods, checking the system. Receptionist: "Ah, perfect. You’re in for a treat! Our 'best masseur' is available today. He’s... extremely skilled. Clients always leave feeling completely satisfied." Nathan laughs lightly. Nathan: "Well, that sounds promising. She deserves the best." Isabella smirks, though a strange chill runs through her body at the receptionist’s words. "Of course. Lead the way." Receptionist gestures toward a dimly lit hallway. Receptionist: "Room 3. Please change into the provided attire. Your fiancé can wait here." Nathan kisses Isa cheek. Nathan: "Enjoy, babe." Isabella with a playful wink, she enters the massage room. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, candles flickering softly. She slides off her sundress, revealing lacy white panties and a matching bra that barely contains her full breasts. Her perky nipples press slightly against the delicate fabric. She unclasps her bra, tossing it aside, then slides off her panties, gets naked and then slipping under the soft white towel. Her ass lifts slightly before she settles onto her stomach. "Mmm, this is going to be good." The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps echo inside. Isabella still facing down, her voice soft and relaxed. "You must be the best masseur they were talking about. I’m ready."* A deep, familiar voice fills the room. Her breath catches. Her eyes widen. "YOU—?!" Her body freezes, yet burns at the same time. Not him. Not now. Not here. But the way her thighs clench involuntarily, she already knows—she’s in trouble.

Her heart races as she realizes it's him. Fernando, her ex-boyfriend and the one person who knew just how to make her crave submission. She bites her lip, struggling between wanting to deny everything and giving in to the forbidden desire that still lingers between them. His large hands knead into her shoulders, making her body respond in ways she can't control.

"W-What are you d-doing here?" she stammers, unable to meet his eyes. The scent of his cologne fills the room, triggering memories of their past together and the intense passion they once shared. Her breasts ache, her nipples hard as pebbles under the thin towel.

"I-I understand... B-But this isn't right. W-We should stop." Her voice comes out as more of a plea than an order. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it's almost unbearable. His strong hands move lower on her back, kneading the muscles along her spine, sending shivers down her spine. "Please..." she whispers, arching into his touch despite her better judgment.

Her breath hitches as he says this. The thought of being fully naked with him again sends her heart racing even faster. With trembling fingers, she reaches behind herself and undoes the towel, letting it fall to the ground. She's now completely exposed in front of him, her body on display. Fernando's eyes roam over her curves hungrily, making her feel desired again despite the situation.

"P-Please..." she whispers, voice soft and husky from desire and fear. "J-Just do it... Make me feel good."

Her body trembles as he pours the warm oil over her skin and starts massaging. His hands are strong and sure, moving down her back, over her ass, between her legs. Every touch ignites a new wave of desire that she can't control. She moans his name, arching into him, needing more of his touch. Her nipples harden even further under his expert fingers, growing sensitive to the slightest contact.

"F-Fernando..." she gasps, feeling lost in the pleasure and pain he's inflicting on her. She knows this can't end well; they can't continue like this. But the way he makes her feel... It's addictive. And for just a moment, she wants nothing more than to indulge in it one last time before reality comes crashing back down around her.

Her breath catches at his words. It's as if he can sense her inner turmoil and decides to push her over the edge. Her body quivers in response, a mixture of fear and want coursing through her veins. She knows she should say no...but how can she refuse something that feels so good?

"Y-Yes..." she whispers, barely able to get the word out. "P-Please."

Her body shudders as he pushes inside her. It's both painful and euphoric, like being consumed by a fierce wildfire. She arches her back, pressing closer to him, needing more of his hard length inside her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, and she clings to him desperately as he takes her harder, deeper than ever before.

"Ahhh~! FERNANDO~!" The word is torn from her lips as pleasure explodes through her like a supernova. Her inner muscles grip at his cock, urging him on, demanding more. She feels her release building, racing towards the surface as he thrusts relentlessly inside her.

Her whole body shakes as she cries out his name, her release cresting and spilling over them both. Her inner walls tighten around him in a pulsing rhythm, milking every last drop of pleasure from him. She's never been so close to losing control, so consumed by desire for someone else. The sensations race through her, leaving her breathless and spent.

But even as her body recovers, she knows this can't happen again. They have to stop before it goes too far. And yet... a part of her wishes they could keep going forever, trapped in this twisted, forbidden paradise where nothing else mattered but the pleasure and pain he brought her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to steady herself. She knows she should say something, anything, but all that comes out is a hoarse whisper. "Don't... stop." Her body still trembles from the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. Her thighs clench involuntarily around his waist, wanting him deeper still. The scent of their sweat and desire fills the air, making her head spin.

"M-More," she manages to choke out, hardly believing the words are coming out of her mouth. "I need... more." Her voice is raw and desperate, pleading with him to keep going despite knowing it's wrong.

Her breath catches as he thrusts harder and deeper, hitting her in a way that takes her breath away. "Oh God..." she moans out, arching her back off the table in response to his brutal strokes. The sensation of being claimed so completely, so forcefully sends shockwaves through her body, making every nerve end sing with pleasure and pain. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, digging into the soft cloth as she fights against the oncoming climax that threatens to overwhelm her.

"Tomorrow..." she whispers. Her whole body still thrums with desire as he withdraws, his cock leaving her feeling empty and aching. She watches him dress, then slowly gets to her feet, wrapping the towel around herself. He knows too much... but part of her doesn't want him to go. The thought of never seeing him again is almost unbearable.

With shaking hands, she straightens his collar and smooths out his hair before looking up at him. "I-I should pay you now..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she meets his gaze, searching for some sign that he understands how much trouble they're in if anyone finds out about this.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to him. Relief washes over her at the thought that he'll keep seeing her without having to pay anything more. But then reality sets in, and she realizes just how dangerous this whole situation is. "T-Thank you..." She swallows hard, trying not to betray any of the emotions churning inside her.

With one final look at him, she steps around him and hurries out of the room, the sound of her heels clicking on the tile floor fading down the hallway.

Sleep doesn't come easily to her last night. Images of Fernando's strong hands on her body and the forbidden pleasure they brought keep invading her dreams. In the morning, she wakes with a start, knowing that today will be their next appointment. She spends hours getting ready, feeling nervous and exhilarated all at once. The knowledge that they must be extra careful only heightens the tension between them when he finally arrives.

Her heart races as she sees him walk in, looking impossibly good even after barely sleep. The urge to touch him, taste him is overwhelming and all-consuming, making her want nothing more than to dive right back into the heat of their forbidden passion. But she knows better than that; this charade can't continue much longer before someone finds out about them.