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  I turned the water as hot as it could go, and plugged the tub. Taking another sip of wine, I set down the glass and turned toward the mirror, then pulled my long wavy hair into a messy bun atop my head. Peeling off my socks, skinny jeans, and black cami, I looked at my reflection.

  My panties were bright red, and my bra matched. I had bought these last Valentine’s Day, for Blaine—and, unfortunately, he had gotten way too drunk off cheap beer after his band’s V-Day show to enjoy them.

  I had buried them in my drawer after that, and hadn’t pulled them out until a few days ago when I boxed up the stuff he’d left at my apartment.

  Standing in my bedroom, I’d held them up and looked at them, and realized I had wasted so much on Blaine. My sexy body had never been appreciated, not to mention my help in paying the bills and keeping him fed. He never said thank you. He never acknowledged how much I’d supported him.

  So that morning, before leaving for vacation, I’d put on this bra and panty set. Now, looking at myself in the foggy mirror, I was glad I had. I wouldn’t waste any more time being undervalued.

  Unhooking my bra, I remembered the way the guy in the lobby had smiled at me, how he had given me a second look. That was how I wanted to be seen: so desirable you couldn’t look away.

  Without thinking I brushed my hands over my breasts, their full roundness too big for my hands. I allowed myself to indulge in the idea of the lobby guy rubbing his hands over them, pressing his fingers over my nipples and making them hard with soft strokes.

  I unintentionally let out a moan, and Willow called out.

  “Everything okay in there?” she asked.

  “Oh, yeah,” I said. “I’m good.” Blushing at my reflection, I dug my phone out of my jeans pocket. I knew there wasn’t reception here, but I pulled up a playlist—a loud one that would muffle any noises.

  Slipping off my panties, I revealed a well-groomed mound, one I always kept trim. I had always imagined Blaine ripping off my clothes and going down on me like guys did in the movies, but he never had. It was disheartening to realize after all that time he was never that into me.

  Still, I would have been ready if he were. My body was ready for whatever encounter I might have. As for tonight, it appeared to be an encounter with myself.

  I lit a candle and added some bubbles to the water. Setting the mood had always been important if I wanted to get myself going, and after this week I wouldn’t take any shortcuts.

  Biting my lip, I lowered myself into the steamy tub. My fingers grazed my pussy, and I let out a deep breath as I allowed myself to relax. I tried to focus on circling my clit, but I couldn’t clear my head. Willow’s words kept ringing in my ears: No regrets.

  Thinking back to her suggestion, I dried off my hands and picked up my phone. I had a video or two—or ten—saved on my phone for when I tried to get Blaine excited about having sex, but he didn’t like watching them with me.

  But I liked the videos.

  Willow and Courtney had no idea the kind of ideas I got in my head after not having incredible sex for such a long spell. I pulled up my favorite video and kept the music on full blast.

  Watching the couple go at in the soft-core porn got me hot, and I pressed my fingers deeper inside. Watching the man take control of the woman he was with, pressing her face into the bed as he fucked her, got me off so easily.

  I wanted that. I wanted someone to take the reins and tell me what to do for a change.

  My walls tightened as I orgasmed. It didn’t take much, especially when I allowed myself to imagine a man doing that to me. I breathed out in my release, dropping my phone on the bathroom rug as my fingers pressed my clit, and my other hand gripped the rim of the tub.

  When I finished, I stood up and let the shower run over my body. Tears covered my face. I was ready to move on from Blaine, and ready for a change in my life.

  Chapter Ten

  Breakfast with the girls started the day off right. Well, it was really brunch. Willow and I were nursing pretty decent hangovers from the night before.

  I indulged in calorie-riddled French toast and fresh maple syrup, knowing I had no guy I was trying to impress.

  It felt good to do what I wanted, not having to take anyone else into account. And my friends all seemed pretty well taken care of on their own. Maybe they always had been, maybe it had always been me who wanted to have someone to mother.

  Courtney was all smiles, until the foursome of cute lobby guys came into the cafe. She got quiet, with her head down, not even noticing that one of them was totally checking her out. Willow tossed her long black hair over her shoulder, flirting from across the room, talking about her day hike.

  “Well, I’m going to head back to the room,” I told them as I finished my cup of coffee. “I have my massage in an hour or so.”

  “I’ll come with,” Courtney said.

  Willow bowed out. She already had her hiking bag packed and was ready to go.

  I sat in the small waiting area before my massage. The masseuse saw clients in a small cabin much like the other ones on the property. Everything else about the resort felt rustic, but not this space.

  Soft music played and incense burned, reminding me of high school, when my friends and I would burn patchouli in effort to mask the pot in our bedrooms. It made me smile, remembering a simpler, easier time.

  Somehow, since graduating college, everything felt overwhelming. Sure I had a job, but I wanted more. I wanted to be happy with who I was as a person. It was like somewhere between my double major and working two part-time jobs to pay for it, all that started to matter was getting recommendations and impressing recruiters.

  There had to be more.

  “Callie?” A voice startled me from my thoughts. It was the guy from the lobby, the one with the short blond hair and strong muscular arms. Now I knew why he was so strong: he was a masseuse.

  “Yeah, that’s me,” I said, caught off guard. This hottie was going to rub me down? The idea of it made me blush. Biting my lip, I said, “Are you the masseuse?”

  “Yes, I’m Liam,” he said, offering me his hand.

  I shook it, noticing how soft it was.

  “I see you’ve signed up for a ninety-minute massage,” he said. “Any particular areas you’d like me to focus on?”

  Umm—” I stammered.

  I never lost my words, but looking at his broad shoulders and strong biceps under his tight crew-neck tee shirt … yeah, I had a few very specific areas I would like him to focus on.

  “No,” I said regaining my composure. “I just wanted a relaxation massage.”

  “Things been hard lately?” he said, looking at me from head to toe. I could have sworn he licked his lips, but I knew I was probably imagining things.

  “Yeah, I broke up with my boyfriend,” I said, instantly regretting it. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. It’s not like you care.”

  “So what you’re saying is that you’re single?”

  “Yeah, but is that important to know for the massage?” Oh my god, I thought, are we flirting?

  “That depends,” he said, smiling coyly.

  Um, yes, definitely flirting. “On what?” I asked, pressing him to say what he meant.

  “On what kind of massage you wanted.” He said it with a straight face, and I knew it would be up to me to go further with this line of questioning, or just retract and get my massage underway. A traditional facedown massage.

  I smiled tightly, scared all of a sudden of being vulnerable with him, of letting my guard down and really going for what I wanted—which would be his hands all over my body, in a very unprofessional way. No matter how much I wanted to break out of the mold I had made for myself, it seemed when push came to shove, I ran.

  “Like I said,” I told him, curtly, “I want a relaxation massage.”

  “Right, okay,” he said, straightening himself, no longer leaning towards me. His body language became all business, and I regretted pulling away.

  I undresse
d in the changing room alone, taking off my thong and bra, looking at myself in the mirror before I lay down under the sheet draped over the massage table. I looked tense, just like I felt. The bath from the night before, and the release I had felt then, was long gone.

  Liam rapped on the door before letting himself in. An air diffuser let out the soft smell of peppermint, and a dim lamp lit the room.

  “Are you comfortable?” he asked, as he tucked the sheet around the edges of my body. I murmured yes, eyeing his shoes as he stood before me. For a moment I thought about the fact that if I leaned up, my mouth would be on his cock. I shut my eyes, trying to block out that thought. The last thing I needed to do was get the table all wet by getting aroused.

  “I’ll start by working on your back.” He lowered the sheet to my waist, and my skin prickled with the cool air of being exposed. He added oil to his hands, and began rubbing my shoulders in a circular motion.

  Within moments, I let out a deep sigh, knowing how badly I needed self-care.

  “That good?” he asked.

  “Perfect,” I said breathlessly.

  And it was. He continued to work his way down my body, not missing a single area. My thighs trembled as he worked them gently, my mind not able to get off the idea of his hands pressing between them, finding my pussy and massaging that too.

  “You okay?” he asked at one point. “You still seem tense.”

  “I’m good, I just need to be taken care of.” The words slipped out before I could edit them.

  “I can take good care of you,” he said, leaning closer to my ear, making his words and intentions clear.

  As he continued the massage, I felt his fingers grab my ass a little harder than a massage would normally require, and soft groans emitted from his mouth. He worked my back, grazing his fingers in a fluid motion, soft as a feather, from my spine to my toes. Every zone of my body was afire and alive. He had woken me up.

  The ninety minutes passed quickly, and ended too soon. I wasn’t finished having his hands stroke me.

  “You’re all done,” Liam said. “I can leave you to change….” His voice trailed off.

  “Actually—” I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and sat up. “I’d like to thank you. That was the best massage of my life.”

  “How would you like to thank me?” he asked, his clear eyes meeting mine. He looked hungry with desire, and I glanced down nervously. My nipples were erect through the sheer sheet and I arched my back slightly, letting go of the fabric.

  It was a bold move, but I knew he wanted it.

  I wanted it, too.

  “I’ll thank you however you please.”

  I wanted him to take charge. That was what I needed: a man who knew what he wanted. A man who wanted me.

  “You need to get on your knees.” His voice was sure and solid and I wanted to obey him.

  Silently I got off the table, my entire body naked before him. Before I lowered myself to my knees, his hand slapped my ass—hard. He likes it rough, I thought, smiling. In that moment I couldn’t imagine being unwilling to do anything he asked of me.

  Once on my knees, I took a deep breath—so horny, so hot, that it took everything in me to not dip my fingers into the folds of my pussy and let out a bit of relief. Looking up, I met his eyes.

  “What now?” I asked innocently.

  “Now you give me the thanks you offered.” He undid the buckle on his belt, and the button of his pants, then moved his hands away.

  No guy I’d ever been with had been so direct, so certain. Blaine had been the exact opposite. But I needed and craved someone to tell me what to do for a change.

  I pulled down his pants and boxer shorts, anxious to see his cock. A man’s cock always turned me on, and I knew his would be large and hard. A guy wouldn’t be so confident about getting sucked off by a stranger if he worried about being small.

  This guy was all confidence and muscles and strong arms, and as I tugged his shorts over his hardness, I knew I was right. My eyes grew wide and my pussy was soaking wet as I took in his long shaft. I wanted to press my lips against his skin, against his impressive span. I wanted it in my mouth.

  But I also wanted to give him a proper thank you, and I knew I should take my time. So I took him in my hands, and let my mouth fill with his balls. I twirled them with my tongue as Liam let soft moans escape his lips.

  I let my tongue slip over the length of him, and, once at the tip, I let my mouth cover him. Pressing my lips against his skin, I took as much as I could at once.

  Liam held my head with his hands, and together we moved in and out, in and out, his cock hard and so large I was nearly gagging. He pushed my head against his groin so I would take him deeper, and I did. Willingly.

  I didn’t care that he thrust himself into my mouth so forcefully. I needed him to.

  When he came, my mouth filled with his saltiness. Before I could decide what to do, he told me.

  “Swallow.”

  I did as I was told. It was empowering, even though it seemed like it would be the opposite. I was liberated … because I wanted to be on my knees. I wanted a man to take control.

  He pulled out, and he let me look at him full-on. My mouth tingled and my pussy tightened as I realized there was so much more I wanted.

  I stood, wrapping the sheet back around myself. “I guess I should get dressed?” I asked, not really wanting to, wishing he wasn’t buckling his pants. I wanted him to push me onto the table and fuck me hard, but I wasn’t going to ask.

  I was so done with being the one in control.

  “I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?” he asked. “Earlier, on the table, you said you needed to be taken care of, remember that?”

  “I remember.”

  “Then listen closely,” he said, coming towards me. “You are going to get back on that table and let me do my job.”

  I dropped the sheet again and wordlessly backed myself onto the table. My knees pressed together, and I watched the rise and fall of my chest, anticipating what he would do next.

  “Spread your legs.” His voice took on that take-charge tone again, the one I responded to.

  I let my knees fall to the table, feeling exposed.

  “Now don’t move, or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

  He pulled my ass to the edge of the table and lowered himself to his knees. His arms wrapped around my thighs. His mouth nuzzled against my pussy, and my body instinctively jolted.

  Raising his head, he gave me a sexy smile, raising his eyebrows. “I thought I told you to hold still?”

  “You did.”

  “And what did I say would happen if you didn’t listen?”

  “You would teach me a lesson.”

  “Good, you remembered.” Then he grabbed me by my waist and slung me over his shoulder. I let out a gasp of surprise as he slapped my ass twice, nice and hard. Then, in one swift motion, he laid me back down on the table. I was breathless, but he wasn’t even winded.

  “Oh my God,” I said, so turned on. “Fuck me.”

  “Not yet. I’m going to take care of you first, remember? Now, don’t squirm, or you’ll have a red ass.”

  I eked out an okay, and then let my back fall to the table, realizing this was my deepest fantasy come to life—a fantasy I hadn’t even realized I had.

  He wrapped his arms around my thighs and buried his face in my pussy once again. I let out soft moans, but kept my body still, wanting to be a good lover.

  His lips brushed against my folds, and his tongue found my clit and flicked around it fast, faster than I ever could with my fingers. Then he slowed down, letting his tongue run up and down, from the beginning of my opening, to my ass. We hadn’t kissed, but the smooth pressure against the inside of my thighs told me he would melt me if our mouths collided.

  Fuck, I was already melted. Letting out deep, guttural moans, I felt come seep from my pussy as I orgasmed. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, Liam didn’t seem to think one orgasm was en
ough. He stood, and told me what he was gonna do next.

  “I bet you’re used to something soft and gentle,” he said, “but I know what you really need is something deep and hard. That tension we were talking about? I’m gonna make it all melt away.”

  His eyes were on mine as he spoke, and it wasn’t aggressive. It was as if he knew exactly what I had been through, and wanted to take that pain away, one orgasm at a time.

  I would let him.

  His fingers began to press inside me, hitting my g-spot quickly, as if a magnetic pull brought us together. He moved in me fast and hard like he said he would, and my moans became more urgent. Panting as he pressed another finger into me, I lost the ability to breathe.

  “You’re so nice and tight,” he said, words I’d never heard before.

  I realized Blaine had been a selfish ass—all that time wasted, when I could have found someone to please me. But in this moment that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the fact that Liam caused me to tremble as another orgasm shot through my walls, my pussy pulsing as it clenched tight in a way I couldn’t do on my own.

  “Fuck,” I screamed, my back arching uncontrollably.

  I knew I wasn’t supposed to move, but he had done this to me. His fingers were in my pussy and his thumb still circled my clit, and another orgasm rolled through me. His eyes were heady with desire, and I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and pull his mouth to mine.

  But then a bell rang, and interrupted my next move.

  “Shit,” Liam said, moving his hand slowly from my heat. “Another client.”

  “Oh,” I said, disappointed, but also a bit worn out. No guy had ever gone down on me like that. “Do you have clients all day?”

  “You want more?” he asked, that smooth, sexy smile returning.

  He crossed his arms and his pecs flexed under his cotton tee. I wanted to rip it off. I wanted him to pick me off the table and pin me against the door.

  “I need you to tell me what happens next,” I begged. “I need you to tell me where you want my pussy.”

  “Mmmm, you are a good, submissive lover.”