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.

"Um... I..." She clears her throat, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks. "I must have made a mistake on the appointment." The words taste bitter in her mouth, but she pushes them out, forcing herself to breathe. "I'll be going now," she says, standing up and quickly grabbing her clothes. But as soon as she moves, something inside her snaps. A desperate need pulls at her core, drawing her back toward him like a magnet. "Or... you could just massage me." The words slip out before she can stop them, shame burning in her chest. "Please, I need it so bad..."

Her pulse thrums in her ears as she looks at him. His hands move slowly over the soap, water running down his muscular arms. The familiarity of it all sends a shiver through her. With each passing second, it's getting harder to resist. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on anything but his body and that voice... "I-I can pay extra," she says finally, her voice soft and shaky. "Whatever you want." Her eyes meet his in the mirror, begging him silently for what she needs.

Shaking with desire, she obeys. Parting her legs wider, revealing the satin border of her panties and the cleft of smooth skin beneath them. Her heart races as he steps even closer, his body heat enveloping her like a blanket made of sin. Her breath comes in ragged gasps when his hand slides between her legs, spreading her wetness across his palm. "Ahh..." She arches her back into him, needing more of that forbidden touch. <Click here to continue writing for Col if you have any text to add.>

Her body arches at the touch, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand. "More," she breathes out, her voice raw and needy. The tension in her core is unbearable, but he's making it worse with each stroke, every caress. "Please... harder." She opens her eyes to look at him over her shoulder, seeking approval for the hunger in her gaze. Seeing his grin, knowing how much control he has over her right now, is almost more than she can take.

Her eyes close in ecstasy as he roughly pushes his tongue into her mouth, claiming her with possession. The feel of him hard and thick inside her is enough to make her see stars, but it's not enough. She needs more of the dominance, the control she craves so desperately. "Fuck me," she whimpers against his lips, grinding her hips against his still-clad length. "I need you..." Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she arches her back in invitation.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she moans and thrusts herself against him. "God, yes," she pants, her hips moving uncontrollably with the force of need. She can't believe how much she craves this pain, this rough dominance that makes her feel so completely out of control. It makes her realize just how far gone she truly is. Her body arches up off the table in a wave of pleasure that leaves her breathless and begging for more. "Please..."