It seemed a little silly that you felt the need to deep breathe before starting a normal massage, but it wasn’t that your job made you nervous. Not at all. It was the large, muscled back that waited for you patiently on your table that made you nervous.
Silva Zoldyck had been in your parlor before, and even then you knew who he was. You lived close enough to the mansion that everyone around knew the name ‘Zoldyck’. He had praised you for a job well done last time and tipped handsomely. So it had gone fine.
But.
That wasn’t the problem.
Sure, he was intimidating. An assassin that had killed more people that you personally knew. But that wasn’t the issue.
“I’m going to start,” you informed him, not wanting to startle him and active a killing instinct or something- though he was probably far too well trained for that.
“Thank you,” he replied.
You started as you did with all appointments: warming your hands over the small heater at your station, coating them in oil, and activating your nen. The energy surrounded your hands naturally. It was the same as breathing at this point.
Well normally it was. Today it was easier to use nen than it was to breathe apparently. Because this next part was a bit different from normal.
Silva’s back was so massive that to reach all of it easily you couldn’t just stand at the side of the table like usual. Being careful to not put your oiled hands on the table, you lifted a leg to kneel next to his hips. In one quick motion you straddled his hips, resting your weight on butt.
‘Everything about this feel so sexual,’ you thought to yourself as you leaned over and rubbed your oily hands onto his spine to start.
The nen in your hands helped to more distinctly feel every single muscle in his back, giving the sensation of touching the muscle with no skin in the way. It helped to find every small knot and strain. Usually you could lose yourself in it as you worked.
But something about Silva made you… distracted. You had to rock over his body as you worked, moving your entire body up and down to be able to follow the muscles with your hands. To work out especially tough places you had to lean forward with your entire body weight and force your palms down into the tight spot. And with every rocking motion you had to not focus on your own tightening spot.
The problem was, that to your complete embarrassment, massaging the man made you… well… horny. He never made especially sexual noises, every now and then the smallest grunt could be heard but it was rare and a common noise for clients to make. But regardless, you could feel your pussy getting wet anyway.
‘I wonder what he sounds like in bed,’ you thought, then mentally slapped yourself for even thinking about that.
By the point you had to work on his hips your heart was pounding and you had to consciously keep your own hips still with great effort. Your fingers rounded his hip bone, the tips snaking to the front of his body to follow a muscle. The muscle wasn’t relaxing though. You could feel it tense under your hands.
Boldly, you followed the muscle further and Silva said nothing. Several muscles in his hips and groin were tensing at your touch and suddenly you understood that the man under you was silently trying to behave as you were.
You pulled your hands back. “Um,” you started, licking your lips, “Could you turn over for me?”
“Hm? Of course,” he responded with his usual serious sounding tone.
You didn’t get entirely off, just lifted your weight and pulled one leg back over so he could easily turn. Once he had, you put your leg back over him to straddle him again.
Leaning over his body you got more oil from the side stand, peaking at his face to see if his eyes were open. They weren’t, and you were thankful. With practiced precision you started at his shoulders, working muscles that you had started on the back. Slowly you worked your way down his chest, it took much less time than the back as in general you don’t even need to massage a chest.
But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy rubbing your fingers deep into the lines of his chest. Each muscle was so strong until you dug your digits in and then they became like butter. It was satisfying.
Now you were at his hips again and you took in a quiet, but deep breath. Once more you followed the tense muscle, leaning your hips back while you slid your hands under the towel you used to cover his more private area. You could sense his entire body tense as you very delicately touched his dick with the tips of both hands.
“What are you doing.” It was formed like a question, but not really asked. He knew what you were doing.
“You were tense,” you said, sounding confident even though you didn’t feel it. “I was following the tension.” You ran one hand down his pelvis to massage the muscles of the groin while your other hand rubbed his base.
Your fingers felt the blood rush to his groin, and you managed not to smile as devilishly as you felt. Silva didn’t say anything to stop you, so you kept going. Rubbing his base, then his lower shaft, finally both hands cupped the growing erection and the towel slipped away due to your movements. You shouldn’t have been surprised at his size, he was such a big man in every other way, but you were.
Looking up at his face you saw him watching you. How long had he been watching? You lifted your hips up so that your cupping hands could press his cock against you. “I just want to please you,” you said with red cheeks. “May I, Mr. Zoldyck?”
