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Chapter 35: The return (Act 5)
The deep heat rub continued to warm her skin, but a different, more treacherous heat was building deep within Lina’s core. Ravi’s hands were still on her upper thighs, his thumbs making slow, possessive circles.
“You know,” Ravi said, his voice a low, practiced hum. “I’m feeling a few more knots. Higher up. The muscle groups are all connected.”
Lina’s breath caught. “Higher up… where?”
“Just above the hips, Lina. The glutes. Your bottom,” he said, the words deliberate and soft.
A flush of hot embarrassment spread across her chest and neck. “My… no. That’s not necessary. I’m feeling much better now, really. I think we can stop.”
“Nonsense,” Kumar chimed in from above her, his hands never pausing their journey across her bare back. “You’re still so tense. The pain receptors are all linked. If we don’t release the tension there, it will just come right back. Ravi knows what he’s doing.”
Lina’s mind raced. She did know there was some truth to that; her brief time as a massage therapist years ago had taught her about referred pain. But this was different. This was humiliating, precarious. Two men. Rahim’s friends. I’m lying here half-exposed.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I really think I’m okay.”
“We’re almost done, Lina. Just relax for us,” Ravi soothed, his tone leaving no room for argument. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt. She felt the tiny metal teeth of the zipper give way with a quiet, terrifying rasp.
“Wait...Ravi, no!” she pleaded, trying to shift her weight, but Kumar’s hands pressed down firmly on her shoulders, pinning her gently but effectively to the cot.
“Shhh, it’s alright,” Ravi murmured. “The skirt is in the way. I don’t want to get this oil all over your nice clothes.” He tugged, and the fabric slid down her legs in a whisper of silk, leaving her lying there in nothing but her simple white cotton panties. The air felt shockingly cool on her newly exposed skin.
“God, don’t…” she moaned, turning her face into the cushion, the scent of deep heat and male intention filling her senses.
Ravi’s palms, now slick with more of the warming oil, settled on the full, round curves of her buttocks. She jolted at the direct contact. “Just the massage,” he assured her again, his voice a little thicker now. He began to knead the generous flesh, his strong hands working with a purpose that felt far too intimate. “You have such a magnificent body, Lina. It’s really… filled out since you weren’t pregnant.”
A hot wave of shameful pleasure washed over her at the blunt compliment. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“He’s right,” Kumar said, his voice closer to her ear. “We couldn’t help but notice.” As he spoke, she felt his fingers expertly undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. She gasped as he peeled the garment away from her sides. “This is too nice to ruin with this smell,” he explained, his words smooth as oil. His bare hands returned to her skin, roaming her entire back before sliding around to cup the heavy swell of her pregnant stomach for a moment. Then they drifted higher, his thumbs stroking along the sensitive underside of her breasts where they spilled from her bra.
Every touch was a spark. Ravi’s hands were mapping the entire landscape of her lower body, his fingers skimming the edge of her panties, tracing the crease where her thigh met her bottom. Each time he neared that intimate junction, a jolt of electric anticipation would shoot through her. She bit down on her lip, stifling a sound that was trying to escape.
“See? The tension is right here,” Ravi murmured, his fingers applying a firm, circular pressure high on her inner thighs. “So tight.” His thumb brushed against the dampening cotton fabric between her legs.
A small, choked whimper escaped her before she could stop it.
“It’s okay,” Kumar whispered, his breath warm against her ear. His hand slid from her side-boob around to the front, his palm resting possessively on her sternum, feeling the frantic rabbit-beat of her heart. “Just let us take care of you. Let it feel good.”
Ravi’s fingers didn’t stop their relentless, teasing exploration, circling closer and closer to the epicenter of the heat he was stoking. The thin cotton of her panties was a flimsy barrier, and she could feel the slick evidence of her own arousal beginning to seep through. They know. They can feel how wet I’m getting. Oh god.
“You’re so responsive, Lina,” Ravi said, his voice husky with a hunger he wasn’t even trying to hide anymore. “Such a beautiful, responsive woman.” His fingertip finally, deliberately, grazed directly over the soaked center of her panties.
Lina’s body arched off the cot of its own volition, a sharp, silent gasp ripped from her throat. Her protests died, burned away by the fire they had so skillfully built. She was losing, and a treacherous, hungry part of her no longer wanted to win.
Ravi stood up abruptly, wiping his hands on a towel before walking over to the stand fan in the corner of the room. He fiddled with the switch, but the fan remained stubbornly silent. “Damn thing’s not working,” he muttered, frustration lacing his tone. He turned back to Kumar, nodding subtly as if signaling something unspoken between them.
“It’s getting too hot in here,” Ravi said aloud, his voice casual but with an underlying tension. “Lina, you’re sweating quite a bit. We all are. Might need to shed some layers to cool down.”
The deep heat rub continued to warm her skin, but a different, more treacherous heat was building deep within Lina’s core. Ravi’s hands were still on her upper thighs, his thumbs making slow, possessive circles.
“You know,” Ravi said, his voice a low, practiced hum. “I’m feeling a few more knots. Higher up. The muscle groups are all connected.”
Lina’s breath caught. “Higher up… where?”
“Just above the hips, Lina. The glutes. Your bottom,” he said, the words deliberate and soft.
A flush of hot embarrassment spread across her chest and neck. “My… no. That’s not necessary. I’m feeling much better now, really. I think we can stop.”
“Nonsense,” Kumar chimed in from above her, his hands never pausing their journey across her bare back. “You’re still so tense. The pain receptors are all linked. If we don’t release the tension there, it will just come right back. Ravi knows what he’s doing.”
Lina’s mind raced. She did know there was some truth to that; her brief time as a massage therapist years ago had taught her about referred pain. But this was different. This was humiliating, precarious. Two men. Rahim’s friends. I’m lying here half-exposed.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I really think I’m okay.”
“We’re almost done, Lina. Just relax for us,” Ravi soothed, his tone leaving no room for argument. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt. She felt the tiny metal teeth of the zipper give way with a quiet, terrifying rasp.
“Wait...Ravi, no!” she pleaded, trying to shift her weight, but Kumar’s hands pressed down firmly on her shoulders, pinning her gently but effectively to the cot.
“Shhh, it’s alright,” Ravi murmured. “The skirt is in the way. I don’t want to get this oil all over your nice clothes.” He tugged, and the fabric slid down her legs in a whisper of silk, leaving her lying there in nothing but her simple white cotton panties. The air felt shockingly cool on her newly exposed skin.
“God, don’t…” she moaned, turning her face into the cushion, the scent of deep heat and male intention filling her senses.
Ravi’s palms, now slick with more of the warming oil, settled on the full, round curves of her buttocks. She jolted at the direct contact. “Just the massage,” he assured her again, his voice a little thicker now. He began to knead the generous flesh, his strong hands working with a purpose that felt far too intimate. “You have such a magnificent body, Lina. It’s really… filled out since you weren’t pregnant.”
A hot wave of shameful pleasure washed over her at the blunt compliment. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“He’s right,” Kumar said, his voice closer to her ear. “We couldn’t help but notice.” As he spoke, she felt his fingers expertly undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. She gasped as he peeled the garment away from her sides. “This is too nice to ruin with this smell,” he explained, his words smooth as oil. His bare hands returned to her skin, roaming her entire back before sliding around to cup the heavy swell of her pregnant stomach for a moment. Then they drifted higher, his thumbs stroking along the sensitive underside of her breasts where they spilled from her bra.
Every touch was a spark. Ravi’s hands were mapping the entire landscape of her lower body, his fingers skimming the edge of her panties, tracing the crease where her thigh met her bottom. Each time he neared that intimate junction, a jolt of electric anticipation would shoot through her. She bit down on her lip, stifling a sound that was trying to escape.
“See? The tension is right here,” Ravi murmured, his fingers applying a firm, circular pressure high on her inner thighs. “So tight.” His thumb brushed against the dampening cotton fabric between her legs.
A small, choked whimper escaped her before she could stop it.
“It’s okay,” Kumar whispered, his breath warm against her ear. His hand slid from her side-boob around to the front, his palm resting possessively on her sternum, feeling the frantic rabbit-beat of her heart. “Just let us take care of you. Let it feel good.”
Ravi’s fingers didn’t stop their relentless, teasing exploration, circling closer and closer to the epicenter of the heat he was stoking. The thin cotton of her panties was a flimsy barrier, and she could feel the slick evidence of her own arousal beginning to seep through. They know. They can feel how wet I’m getting. Oh god.
“You’re so responsive, Lina,” Ravi said, his voice husky with a hunger he wasn’t even trying to hide anymore. “Such a beautiful, responsive woman.” His fingertip finally, deliberately, grazed directly over the soaked center of her panties.
Lina’s body arched off the cot of its own volition, a sharp, silent gasp ripped from her throat. Her protests died, burned away by the fire they had so skillfully built. She was losing, and a treacherous, hungry part of her no longer wanted to win.
Ravi stood up abruptly, wiping his hands on a towel before walking over to the stand fan in the corner of the room. He fiddled with the switch, but the fan remained stubbornly silent. “Damn thing’s not working,” he muttered, frustration lacing his tone. He turned back to Kumar, nodding subtly as if signaling something unspoken between them.
“It’s getting too hot in here,” Ravi said aloud, his voice casual but with an underlying tension. “Lina, you’re sweating quite a bit. We all are. Might need to shed some layers to cool down.”
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