Seduced by Her Masseur Cousin - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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"Jessica, I brought all the equipment and aromatherapy oils this time. This session will be twice as relaxing for you."
He laid out his tools with practiced ease, but my stomach twisted in recognition. Wait—weren't those the same kind of toys Michael and I used in the bedroom? What exactly was he planning?
Before I could process it, he plucked one from the collection and stepped toward me, his expression dead serious.
"Jessica, spread your legs like we did during yesterday's exam."
"W-wait, is that really necessary—?"
When I hesitated, he tilted his head, fingers curling around my ankle with a warmth that pinned me in place.
Was he really jumping into this so soon? We'd only had one session. And yet—my pulse betrayed me, hammering faster. I wanted this. Craved it. Even if he was still practically a stranger.
"Don't overthink it," he murmured. "Yesterday's assessment made it clear your husband hasn't been meeting your needs. Elevated estrogen, mood swings, physical changes—it's all connected. As your therapist, it's my job to help."
His words hit like a slap. According to him, this wasn't just desire—my body needed it.
Other clients had benefited from his methods. If this was about health, not pleasure, then it wasn't cheating. Right?
My thoughts shattered as a sharp gasp tore from my throat. He was already inside.
Pain flickered—then melted into something hotter. Deeper. I caught the ghost of a smirk before his professional mask slid back into place.
My swollen belly blocked the view, but nothing could mute the waves of pleasure crashing through me. I bit my lip, stifling moans as his rhythm dragged me under—slow, deliberate, relentless. By the time he finished, I was a trembling, sweat-slick mess.
One session wasn't enough. If anything, it left me starving. He kept talking about techniques, but my heartbeat drowned out his voice.
The next treatments were torture. His hands worked methodically, yet every touch stoked the fire higher. When his fingers grazed my chest, my robe slipping loose, I squeezed my eyes shut. More.
But doubt crept in. Would he even want someone like me?
A low chuckle snapped me back. When I looked up, his face was all business again.
He praised my curves, calling me exquisite. Even the parts I hated felt worshipped under his hands. My heart threatened to burst.
Was he leaning closer? Just as I thought he'd finally cross the line—
I screamed.
The hospital blurred past in a haze of pain. Tests confirmed no damage, but the room spun when I woke to Michael, Vanessa, and Daniel hovering over me.
Michael yanked me into a suffocating hug, shoving Vanessa aside. She rolled her eyes, and I almost laughed—until reality crashed down.
When Michael demanded answers, my tongue turned to lead. But the doctor beat me to it, snarling about reckless medication use that nearly hurt me.
My head whipped toward Daniel—but he was gone. And Michael's stormy expression turned my blood to ice.
He laid out his tools with practiced ease, but my stomach twisted in recognition. Wait—weren't those the same kind of toys Michael and I used in the bedroom? What exactly was he planning?
Before I could process it, he plucked one from the collection and stepped toward me, his expression dead serious.
"Jessica, spread your legs like we did during yesterday's exam."
"W-wait, is that really necessary—?"
When I hesitated, he tilted his head, fingers curling around my ankle with a warmth that pinned me in place.
Was he really jumping into this so soon? We'd only had one session. And yet—my pulse betrayed me, hammering faster. I wanted this. Craved it. Even if he was still practically a stranger.
"Don't overthink it," he murmured. "Yesterday's assessment made it clear your husband hasn't been meeting your needs. Elevated estrogen, mood swings, physical changes—it's all connected. As your therapist, it's my job to help."
His words hit like a slap. According to him, this wasn't just desire—my body needed it.
Other clients had benefited from his methods. If this was about health, not pleasure, then it wasn't cheating. Right?
My thoughts shattered as a sharp gasp tore from my throat. He was already inside.
Pain flickered—then melted into something hotter. Deeper. I caught the ghost of a smirk before his professional mask slid back into place.
My swollen belly blocked the view, but nothing could mute the waves of pleasure crashing through me. I bit my lip, stifling moans as his rhythm dragged me under—slow, deliberate, relentless. By the time he finished, I was a trembling, sweat-slick mess.
One session wasn't enough. If anything, it left me starving. He kept talking about techniques, but my heartbeat drowned out his voice.
The next treatments were torture. His hands worked methodically, yet every touch stoked the fire higher. When his fingers grazed my chest, my robe slipping loose, I squeezed my eyes shut. More.
But doubt crept in. Would he even want someone like me?
A low chuckle snapped me back. When I looked up, his face was all business again.
He praised my curves, calling me exquisite. Even the parts I hated felt worshipped under his hands. My heart threatened to burst.
Was he leaning closer? Just as I thought he'd finally cross the line—
I screamed.
The hospital blurred past in a haze of pain. Tests confirmed no damage, but the room spun when I woke to Michael, Vanessa, and Daniel hovering over me.
Michael yanked me into a suffocating hug, shoving Vanessa aside. She rolled her eyes, and I almost laughed—until reality crashed down.
When Michael demanded answers, my tongue turned to lead. But the doctor beat me to it, snarling about reckless medication use that nearly hurt me.
My head whipped toward Daniel—but he was gone. And Michael's stormy expression turned my blood to ice.
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