My Stepson's Blackmail Toy - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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"It's late. Maybe another time."
The reason for my return burned fresh in my mind—Vanessa Lombardi. My stepmother needed watching, and I couldn't afford to slip up.
"Times are tough," the woman pleaded, her voice dripping with desperation. "We've got a contract with the inn—if we don't score good reviews during the trial run, we're out. Just one session? Leave me a decent rating afterward?"
Whatr. It was free, and The Grandelle was family property anyway. No way they'd screw me over here. And if something did feel off? Bonus intel for my investigation.
I stretched out on the bed as directed. Her fingers found my temples first.
Damn—she was good. Like, scary good. Within seconds, the knots in my shoulders unraveled under her touch.
"Pressure okay?" Her voice was butter-soft.
"Perfect," I murmured, already half-gone.
"Let's get those arms and legs next. Remember—five stars if you're happy."
Her hands moved like liquid silk—neck to shoulders, arms to thighs. Not too gentle, not digging in—just right. My muscles turned to warm putty beneath her fingers.
"Flip over," she suggested. "Your back's tense."
I rolled without thinking. Then suddenly—her weight settled across my hips, ry curve molded against me.
The reason for my return burned fresh in my mind—Vanessa Lombardi. My stepmother needed watching, and I couldn't afford to slip up.
"Times are tough," the woman pleaded, her voice dripping with desperation. "We've got a contract with the inn—if we don't score good reviews during the trial run, we're out. Just one session? Leave me a decent rating afterward?"
Whatr. It was free, and The Grandelle was family property anyway. No way they'd screw me over here. And if something did feel off? Bonus intel for my investigation.
I stretched out on the bed as directed. Her fingers found my temples first.
Damn—she was good. Like, scary good. Within seconds, the knots in my shoulders unraveled under her touch.
"Pressure okay?" Her voice was butter-soft.
"Perfect," I murmured, already half-gone.
"Let's get those arms and legs next. Remember—five stars if you're happy."
Her hands moved like liquid silk—neck to shoulders, arms to thighs. Not too gentle, not digging in—just right. My muscles turned to warm putty beneath her fingers.
"Flip over," she suggested. "Your back's tense."
I rolled without thinking. Then suddenly—her weight settled across my hips, ry curve molded against me.
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