"You like me talking about getting massages by other guys?"
"Not particularly."
"You're jealous? Everyone in the office says you date a different girl every week."
"It was never every week," I insisted, though I'd noticed a hint of admiration in her voice, pride in her own ability to tame such an apparently wild animal.
"Well, you don't get to do that any more."
"No, Ma'am."
That warmed my insides like I couldn't believe - she wanted me to commit to her, to see only her. I was more than willing, strange as it seemed considering my dating history.
A little more oil, and I moved on to her legs, teasing out her calves and thighs, and then moving up to slip not-so-innocently under the towel again, this time from below. Edging a little further each time, seeing her smile as I managed to spread the oil up over her round behind.
"Feel good?" I asked her, edging up the towel now to expose her behind, and the pinkness that lay between her thighs.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, then flinched and giggled as I poured a little cool oil over her buttocks, before boldly using both hands to squeeze and fondle her flesh there.
Well, this girl had allowed me to wedge my face into her pussy, so I guess she was warming up to the idea of me seeing her naked. As I massaged her pert derriere and her thighs, I drew her legs apart a little, and she wasn't stopping me. Was this all par for the course for a massage? Is this what happened to her after tennis in college, and when she had her injuries?
She said: "Are you sorry I've forced you to stick with me now?"
"Not at all."
"You seem to like it."
"Like it?"
"Being led by a woman. I would never have thought."
My hands got closer and closer to her pussy, the inner edges of my hands even brushing over the edges of her sensitive pinkness here and there as I rubbed her butt, sweeping my hands down her inner thighs.
The little groans as I did so made me bolder, so that I was actually nudging her pussy lips, squeezing them together as my two hands swept down her body.
"I don't have a problem with it," I said.
"I'm surprised. You never struck me as someone who would be told what to do by someone like me."
"I probably wasn't. You opened my eyes."
I wanted to bury my face between her thighs, but she hadn't told me to. Would I cross the line into disobedience by doing so?
"You want me to turn over?" she asked, and I agreed as though it was something I'd been just about to request. I had conversation privileges, but the power was still hers, after all.
The towel slipped to the floor as she turned over, and neither of us was going to retrieve it. And there was Zoey, lying on her back, entirely naked before me. Stunning. Her pale breasts pointing up, her nipples stiff as I poured out more oil over her flat stomach and thighs. Her eyes were closed in complete bliss as I began to caress her again, my hands sweeping over her body, starting off lightly again before gradually stepping it up.
"You know," she said, softly, "I don't want this to be only about you saving your job, Aiden."
"No, Ma'am."
"If you want this to continue, you have to choose to continue."
"Yes Ma'am," I said. There were a few fireworks going off inside me - just a few, as the butterflies in my stomach were hogging much of the airspace in there, but certainly a rocket or two. Choose to continue - oh boy, did I want to continue. "I would choose to continue as long as you wanted me," I added, feeling strange to say it. I hadn't had a long-term relationship with anyone for so many years.
She smiled. "Good. You know, in a healthy relationship, the submissive has as much power as his Mistress. You can walk away at any time. I want you to know that."
As I slipped my hands over her skin, I had to stifle a gasp. Submissive. Was that what I'd become? Seemed kind of obvious, but I'd never thought about it in those terms before. I guess what we were doing was kind of out there. This was the kind of thing you did in shady clubs in the wrong end of town, wasn't it? Not with your boss in the office.
"Mistress…" My lips betrayed my thoughts while I was thinking them, leaving me too distracted to stop myself uttering the word.
Zoey giggled. "You sound nervous."
"Never been called submissive before."
"You know, I'm learning about this as well, right?" she sighed. "I guess I find it hard to maintain a cruel exterior with you. Even though you deserve it."
"Yes, Ma'am."
From this side, particularly with her cute breasts there for me, it seemed less like a massage and more like out-and-out fondling. Oh, I did her arms, and paid some attention to her shoulders, but it was gliding my hands over her breasts, grazing over her hard nipples that got her moaning.