MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 118: Shiatsu Massage Chapter 118: Shiatsu Massage

Angelia

The room was a guest room but still with plenty of space to have, massage table. I couldn't tell whose room it was, if it was Marshall's or Kingston's since the only scent in here now was some type of oil. Calming music came from a small portable speaker, setting the relaxing tone in the room. Candles were burning and the lights were dimmed. "Hi," I greeted the kind-looking woman.

"Hello, Mrs. I Morgan. I

I am Maria, your masseuse for today." She introduced himself.

"...I am...I am not...eh." I stammered, trying to explain to her that I wasn't married to Riccardo.. Just the suggestion of it made my heart race. "We are not married." I finally said as I collected myself.

"Oh, I am sorry, my mistake. Have you ever had a shiatsu massage before?" She asked calmly as if she hadn't made me so fluttered that I had forgotten to speak. "No, I haven't had a....what did you call it? Shiatsu massage?"

"Yes, shiatsu is a type of of massage that

t helps balance your body and release tension." She explained..

"Now, if you would undress and lay down on the table on your stomach. I will be back in a couple. of minutes so we can start, there are paper briefs for you on the bed if you want to use them." I nodded, looking towards the bed and confirming that paper panties were laying there. She gave me a couple of more instructions before she left the room.

before. The closest I had gotten to it was at Marshall's house, the night he used a massage candle. Undressing, I left my own panties on and grabbed the paper ones to put over them as well. I climbed up on the table and laid down on my stomach, using the towel she left for me to cover up my a**. It didn't take long until she returned, she had waited just long enough to be sure I was covered up

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she started, all I could do was enjoy the feeling of getting some proper care for my stiff muscles. It was, perhaps, the most fantastic and heavenly thing I had ever experienced aside from being with my men. I felt spoiled as I sunk deep into relaxation, the music lulling me to a calm state of mind and I couldn't grasp any thoughts but

a

a feminist but still want to submit to a man. I didn't have to be one of the other, just the balance. As long as I didn't have to give up that part of me, as long as I didn't become too dependent on them. What was actually the problem? For a good one hour thirty minutes, every ache and worry fell away. My muscles beneath the skillful touch of a professional and my mind calmed down from its usual storm enough for me to see things more clearly. These men, my dominants, were everything I could have dreamed of. They took care of me in a way no one had ever done before and made me feel like I was special and that I didn't need to be anyone but myself. We hadn't talked about us finding someone else and I didn't know if that was still expected of us. They were supposed help

find their

Maybe it was because we were still at the beginning of our arrangement and they wanted us to get settled into our arrangement

what

it

we made that deal, it had been easy to agree but now that I knew them, now that I knew I was like to be with them, I didn't want to give that up. Nobody could compare to my dominants and I didn't want to have anyone else to compare them to either. The thought of

them

with them felt natural as if they were meant to be in my life even with Andy, our friendship hasn't been an automatic thing. We had tightened our bond through the years we had known each other. But with these men, the bond was almost in place at the first hello. That

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at the hefty stack of bliss in her hand, I could guess why. I thanked her profusely, not only had she been

gathering up their stuff. Riccardo took one look at me in the bathrobe and back at the guy before sending me to his bedroom. Shaking my head amusingly, I walked towards his bedroom. One night, , he could let me do a public scene wearing only a corset and the next, he could react to me wearing a huge robe in the presence of another man, strange. My body was slick with massage oil and I could really use a shower to wash it all off Taking off the robe, I went to to turn on the shower and adjust the temperature to my liking. This time, I was prepared for the rain-like water coming from the ceiling. A cold gust of air danced across my skin as the bathroom door opened but I didn't turn around or try to cover myself up. Instead, I reached my hand under the spray and felt the water, just shy of hot and that was perfect. Still not turning around, I stepped inside the shower and with self-conscious movement, I started washing my body, all the while achingly

rubbed the corner