Soothe and Seduce, Part 3

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“How does that feel, sweetheart?”Sam’s muscles undulated under my touch like waves in the ocean. This was the second time I had given him a real massage, and I could tell that it was long overdue. He was just as stiff as before—maybe even more. My slender but strong fingers kneaded and pushed against him, relieving him of all that tension. His body lay comfortably on my massage table, and his skin was shiny from all the oil I’d put on him. Soft, dimly lit candles surrounded us, painting the room with an orange glow. We were in my house—not the massage clinic. There was no way my office could sustain a setting this romantic. It was in the middle of the afternoon, and we were a little over an hour into the massage.I finally had him where I wanted him: in my massage room, being rubbed and nurtured by me. Me, his girlfriend…“How does that feel, Sammy?” I asked again.“Mmm, great,” he said drowsily. His poor eyelids struggled to stay open.“You look like you need a nap, sleepyhead,” I teased as my right hand went up to his head, where my fingers ran through his hair.“Maybe,” Sam said, a content smile forming on his face. “I think I’ll be fine, though.”“Oh, all right,” I said, feigning a defeated tone. “Are you enjoying your day with me so far?”“Mm-hm,” he said, mustering a nod out of his tired neck. “Thank you for everything, Dani.”“No, thank you—” I bent down, my head hovering over his face. “—for being so perfect.” My lips made contact with his cheek, pressing against it like a footprint in a fossil. I tenderly licked his skin there with the tip of my tongue as my lips slowly lifted off of him.“I’m… I’m not perfect,” he said, his signature blush forming on his face.“You’re perfect to me,” I told him as both my hands began working on his left shoulder. “You’re perfect to the ones who love you. That’s all that matters.”“. . . Thanks, Dani.”Sam struggled to readjust his head on his pillow, grunting and squirming as he did so.“Here, baby, let me help.” With one hand, I carefully lifted his head by only half an inch, and with the other, I pressed the pillow inward, so that his head wasn’t elevated higher than the rest of his body. “Theeere you go.”“Thank you,” he said. “It… It felt really weird… I couldn’t move for a second. My entire body feels like jelly.”I giggled girlishly as I ran my pointer finger up and down along his spine. “That means I did a good job.”“You did a fantastic job.”“Thank you.” I grabbed a towel off the counter and dried the oil off my hands. I pulled a fresh towel out of the cabinet and went back over to Sam, rubbing the oil off his skin.I couldn’t help but admire his body—he was mostly skinny, but I saw a few prominent muscles in his arms and Escort Pendik around his shoulders. His figure was—what a shock—perfect. I never knew what to think of guys who were buff, or almost buff. I remembered that one actor from the Twilight movies, with the black hair and dark skin. My friends would go absolutely batshit over his body, while I would just roll my eyes. I always pictured my dream man having a body like Sammy’s—maybe a bit bigger.“Do you work out, Sammy?” I asked.“Yeah. I go to the gym every Tuesday, at 5.”“And you use the gym that’s on campus?”Sam nodded. “Mm-hm.”“So… why Tuesdays at 5?” I asked.“That’s when it’s most empty.”“You don’t like being in there with other people?”He shook his head no.“Awww. Why not?”“I just… I’m scared of getting embarrassed. I don’t really like being at the center of attention. If… If there’s even one person there, I’ll just do something that I’ll mess up.”“‘Mess up’?”“Uh-huh. I’m— I’m clumsy…”My free hand went up to his head and ruffled his hair endearingly. “Hey, it’s okay. I understand. I work out too. I have a membership at a place downtown. Sometimes, when I’m working out, I feel pretty uncomfortable, too.”“Really?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “Why?”“I bet you can guess.”Sam took a second to think, then an amused smile crept up on his lips. “Do guys stare at you?”“Guys stare at me. All. The. Time. If I had a dollar for every guy that’s ogled me, I’d like my Ferrari to be red. But you have no idea, sweetie.” With his back dried off completely, I threw the towel to the side and climbed up on the massage table, sitting myself atop of Sam and straddling his hips. It was the perfect position for what I was about to do. “I doubt any of those guys know what I look like from the neck up.”“Well, you, um… You do have a great body, Dani. That’s why they stare.”“I know. And thank you, by the way. I think you do too.”That adorable blush I loved oh-so-much took over his cheeks.“And I realize that they’re just guys being guys. And maybe I overdo it with the tight shirt and the leggings. But even when I dress modestly, they still stare at me. But… that’s just the way it goes sometimes.”I finally descended my fingers onto Sam’s back, where I lightly dragged my fingernails up and down his skin. My touch was as light as a feather. His body reacted, causing thousands of goosebumps to pop up all over him. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold.His breathing shook each time I passed over his sweet spot, which seemed to be the areas just below his shoulderblades. I pinched my fingers together on both hands, as if I was holding small bunches of salt, and I started drawing little circles around Beykoz escort the small of his back. His skin erupted into another rush of goosebumps. My thighs subconsciously straddled his hips tighter, my muscular thighs holding him in a vice-grip. Waves of energy surged from my heart to my loin. I wanted nothing more than to slip my hands underneath Sam and stroke his cock. I wanted nothing more than seeing a content, happy grin on his face. He needed to be loved. He needed me. He needed to be kissed and nurtured and massaged and—“D-Dani,” he spoke up. “You’re, um… You’re kind of… squeezing me.”“Huh?” It was then that I realized just how tightly my legs were holding him. Beyond embarrassed, I loosened my grip. I had been so caught up in my thoughts about Sam. “I’m so sorry, Sammy.”“It’s all right,” he said in a bright tone. “No worries.”“Good,” I said, a tender smile growing on my face. My fingers spread out as I moved my hands back to the areas below his shoulderblades, yet again bringing forth more goosebumps. It was heart-melting how sensitive he was. “Hey, Sammy—why don’t you tell me what your schedule’s like?”“You mean… like, my weekly schedule?”“Mm-hm.”“Okay. I work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and sometimes Fridays. The hours are usually 4 to 8, but they can be a bit longer if I’m working on something big.”“4 to 8, huh? So, what do you do for dinner on those days?”“Well… nothing, really. It’s fine, though.”“Okay. Well… If you ever get hungry, I always have leftovers that need to be eaten. I kind of have a habit of making too much food.”“That sounds good,” he said, giving a confirming nod.I had to tread carefully for the next part. The last thing I wanted to do was pressure him or creep him out. “And on Tuesdays, if you want, we could go out to eat. Does that sound good?”“Yeah. It’s just… It’s just that— Tuesdays are my homework days. I use Tuesdays as my ‘get stuff done’ days, since I only have one class those days. It’s tough finding time during the rest of the week to get homework done, so I’ll try to get ahead on some assignments.”“Really? Like what?” I asked.“Like, I’ll do a couple of math assignments in advance. I’ll write my papers that are due. I’ll work on presentations. Stuff like that.”“Wow, sweetie,” I said, thoroughly impressed. “Either you’re lying, or you’re the most motivated person I’ve ever met.”“It’s neither. I’m a terrible procrastinator.”“Oh, me too. I even put off the things I want to do.”“Right? It sucks,” agreed Sam, chuckling a little.“But…if you ever want to hang out or take a break with me, just give me a call, all right?”“Okay,” he said, smiling.“Oh, and food. Can’t forget food. Cevizli escort bayan If you ever need any, just give me a call for that, too. I promise—I won’t mind one single bit.”“All right,” said Sam. “Thank you. That really means a lot.”“Of course. If you ever need anything—and I mean anything—just let me know, all right?”“All right. I… I just worry about becoming a burden for you.”And there it was. I had to play it deftly. If I’d let my feelings for Sam take over me, lord only knows what would’ve happened. Whenever Sam talked about the fear of being a liability or a burden, my infatuation with him would multiply tenfold. It made me want to take him into my arms and… well, take care of him. He made me unashamed about my love for gentle femdom. I told myself that it was nearly impossible that he’d positively reciprocate my feelings and actions. Nearly…My long, slender fingers traveled up to his head, where they began stroking his hair. “You’re not a burden, Sam. Don’t ever believe that. You bring so much light into my life. You make me happy, Sammy. I do all these things for you so that I can make you happy. I’ve finally met someone that lets me be myself. I’ve met someone who isn’t creeped out by my… kinks. That’s a big reason why I became a massage therapist. I love nurturing. Sammy, you don’t have to feel ashamed or guilty; I want to do these things for you. I want to be that person you can always lean on. I like days like today, when all I get to do is take care of you and make you feel good. So no, you’re not a burden to me. You’re a gift.”“Th… Thank you, Dani,” Sam said. His voice was filled with vast amounts of kindness and sincerity. “I… I’d like to say some things, if that’s okay.”“Of course. Go right ahead.”“Okay. I… I love all of this, Dani. I love it when you give me massages. I love it when you stroke my hair. I love it when you… hug me. I love all of it. But… I’m… afraid.”“Afraid?” I asked, a little concerned. “Afraid of what?”“Of taking you for granted,” he answered. “I’m afraid of being… dependent on you. Ever since my diagnosis, I’ve been scared of being on my own. The life my dad and I were having was the only life I knew. That’s why I took a year before heading to college. Not for financial reasons, like I told you when we first met. It’s because I wasn’t ready to go. And then you come along, and you do all these things for me. You become so caring towards me. And it all felt amazing, Dani. It was perfect. But it was… too perfect. And it all goes back to what I was taught about relationships: the man is in charge. The man does everything. That… That made me afraid, too, Dani.When I was little and I started talking, I was still sucking on a pacifier. I thought, ‘How am I gonna manage a relationship? What girl is ever gonna want me?’ I was scared of all these… responsibilities. When you’re autistic… a lot of things that should be easy for other people become really hard—even something as simple as starting a conversation.

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