Courts and Cabals 2 by G.S. D'Moore (warren buffett book recommendations TXT) 📗

stressed since you got here, Cameron,” she spoke in the same easy and relaxed tone she had all night. “Get under the sheets and comfortable. Call me when you’re ready.” With that, she disappeared into the attached bathroom.

The moment the door closed, I thought about making a run for it, “but what would that accomplish?” She’d been nothing but a gracious host all night, attentive, and kind. I’d look like a total ass if I ran. “You can do this,” I psyched myself up. “No means no.”

I removed my t-shirt and pants. I considered leaving my boxers on, but decided against it. That’s what the sheet was for. Completely disrobed, I quickly hurried to the table. The last thing I wanted was for her to walk out when my dick was flapping in the wind. Thank the gods she didn’t, and I quickly climbed under the sheet. I laid face down, and put my head in the little holder sticking out of the top of the table. As I eased into position, I noticed something that made me freeze. There was a hole in the table for my twig and berries to go through.

“Uh oh,” I gulped.

“Did you say something?” the bathroom door opened, and I threw myself down on the table. My cock and balls slid smoothly through the makeshift glory hole, and I pulled the sheet tight as Venus approached.

“Relax, Cameron,” her voice washed over me and made my skin tingle. “I’ve been studying massage for hundreds of years. I even invented a number of styles. Her fingers sent shocks across my skin as she took the sheet and pulled it down to my waist; exposing my back. My heart rate subsided when she didn’t go any farther than that.

“I’m going to try several techniques on you. Let me know if the pressure is too much or too little.” There was a squirting noise as she pumped the bottle on her hip, and then her palms began to knead muscles I didn’t even know existed.

“Ohhh,” the exclamation was drawn out and involuntary as my head swam, and my mind felt like it had been dipped in honey. She worked her hands down my spine and I was completely enthralled. All I could do was let out little groans here and there as hundreds of years of experience went into calming my body.

“Do you want this?” she asked.

“Yes. So good,” I mumbled. My lips were tingling, so I couldn’t say more.

“It is no secret that energy moves through the bodies of humans and supernaturals in certain ways,” she explained. I didn’t even notice she’d rolled up the sheet to expose my leg and was working on my calf. “The Chinese speak of chi, and the Indians, chakras. They’re both right, but they only scratch the surface.” Now the sheet was only covering my ass.

“They’re only human, so they can’t comprehend what they’ve really discovered,” she was working her fingers across the bottom of my feet. I swore to the gods – the ones that weren’t rubbing me down – that I could feel it in my scalp.

“I’ve spent the better part of my very long life learning everything I can about how energy, life, desire, and power interact with different species,” she made slow circles on my hamstrings, dug her knuckles into the muscles, and it made my cock stir from its massage-induced slumber.

“Most supernaturals think of power all wrong,” she scoffed. “They think if they can hit hard enough then they’re an unstoppable force; or if they are tough enough, an immovable object,” there was disdain in her tone as she worked her way back up to my spine. I didn’t even notice the sheet was on the ground now.

“Part of it is their short lifespans. Our realm is called the mortal realm for a reason. Somewhere in our magical lineage, species lost the ability to live forever. Only the ancients retain that skill,” she worked my neck and I groaned; completely transfixed on her hands and words. “On average, the species here are stronger, but what does it matter if they die off every few hundred years.”

She lightly moved her fingernails back down my spine. It felt like raindrops hitting my flesh, and a shiver worked its way through my whole body. My cock gave an intrigued pulse.

“That brings me to you,” she stated. I inhaled the spicey fragrance of the room as her hands massaged my bare ass. “Most beings are two dimensional; but not you, Cameron Dupree. You’re a Rubik’s Cube that only I know how to solve.”

The fingers of her right hands stabbed into specific points of my ass one at a time. When her middle finger hit its point, and pulsed with power, my cock shot ramrod straight and smacked into the bottom of the table with a loud whack. The pain vanished as the fourth finger found its mystical pressure point.

When all five fingers were in place I inhaled sharply. My head came out of the holster, my back arched, and my cock pulsed in tune with my frantic heartbeat. I couldn’t even breath; power, desire, pleasure, and pain rampaged through me.

“There we go,” she whispered in my ear, and then pressed the palm of her hand to my ass.

I came . . . hard. There was no fucking, sucking, hand job, or milking my prostate; she didn’t even touch my cock, but I was emptying my balls as my whole body spasmed in release. I didn’t see her move, but her hand was there. It brushed against my tip, eliciting a yelp of pleasure, as she made a cup of flesh to collect my seed. After an eternity, she removed her fingers and palm from my ass. My whole body sagged, completely exhausted into the table.

I couldn’t even lift my head, as I breathed heavily into the mattress. “Did