He grabs one of my breasts and squeezes. “Same.”
The next morning, I wake up to Archer bringing me coffee and breakfast in bed. We spend most of the day lounging, walking around outside, and cooking. It’s the most chill day I’ve had in months.
“Are you ready for Raphaël to give you the best massage you’ve ever had?” Archer says in a half-assed French accent.
I burst out laughing when he leads me into our room and motions for me to lay on the bed.
“Raphaël? Are you my porn fantasy come to life?”
“Yes, Madame. At your service.”
The lights are dimmed, and there’s spa music playing from his phone. It smells like he sprayed some lavender mist too. There’s a thick white towel on top of the covers, and after I remove my robe and lie on my back, I realize it’s warm.
“Did you put this in the dryer?” I ask, impressed.
“Of course, only the best for you, chérie.”
I can’t contain my smile as I think about the effort Archer put into making this a relaxing experience for me. Earlier, he drew me a hot bubble bath and streamed classical music while he set up everything. I thought it was sweet, but this is beyond my expectations. No one has ever done anything like this for me.
“I’m gonna place this hot cloth over your eyes. Keep your arms by your sides at all times unless I move them,” he orders. I have a feeling that’s going to be harder than it sounds.
Once my eyes are covered, I try to release all the tension in my shoulders. Archer has complete control over my body, and I find satisfaction in that.
Archer lathers lotion between his palms. I anticipate the coldness once he touches me, but it doesn’t come. He must’ve warmed up the bottle beforehand. His calloused hands roam over my thighs, the rough texture feels incredible against my skin. Archer digs his thumb and fingers into my muscles, carefully massaging his way down my leg.
“Madame, you feel tense. We need to loosen you up,” he states softly. I smile at his French attempt, but secretly love it.
“Yes, please. Loosen me all the way up, sir.”
Archer rubs my feet next, thoroughly massaging between each toe and digging into my heels. My feet are usually sore from standing all day.
After he glides his palms up, he spreads my legs apart, slowly and torturously moving his fingers to my pussy. I wait with anticipation as he teases the flesh around my clit. I inhale sharply and keep my arms still like he instructed, but if he continues playing with me, I won’t think twice about grabbing his hand and moving it right where I need it.
“You’re tight here too, l'amoureux,” he says as he dips a finger inside.
“Mm-hmm.” I moan.
“Wet too.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Archer returns to my clit, rubbing lazy circles around it. The slow motion drives me insane, and I arch my hips, begging for more pressure.
“No moving, madame,” he reminds me, and I release a groan.
He swipes his fingers through my wetness, flicking and circling, slowly building me up before he stops. I grind my teeth in frustration, but he doesn’t take pity on me. Archer slides his hands up my stomach, leaving me aroused and unsatisfied.
After brushing his fingertips over my chest, he gets more lotion and thoroughly massages each breast. I pray he never stops touching me.
“Are you cold?” he asks in a teasing tone after pinching a hard nipple.
“Not exactly…” I jerk my hips again, and he stifles a laugh.
His hands roam over my shoulders and neck, softly covering every inch of me. I love that he’s taking his time, but right now, I want him to fuck me senseless.
“Alright, mon amour. Flip onto your stomach,” he demands.
Once I’m repositioned, he picks up body oil instead of lotion. The warmth drips onto my back, then his touch returns.
“Mm…I like that,” I release a sigh when he kneads my tense muscles.
Archer takes my pleasure very seriously, focusing on every inch of my body. He squeezes between my shoulders, working out all the knots, then takes a second to wipe off his hands. Next, he rakes his nails through my hair strands and up my scalp. The sensation is so tingly, I nearly fall asleep.
When my limbs feel like they’re no longer attached, Archer brings his hand between my thighs. The surprise sensation nearly jolts me awake, and I release a long breath when his fingers touch my pussy again.
He flattens his palm to my lower back as his other hand returns to my clit. My wetness guides him right where I need him, and soon, he’s finger-fucking me deep and slow.
Breathing heavy at the intrusion, I move my hips with him, and he speeds up. Moments later, he thrusts his thumb inside my pussy while circling over my sensitive nub with the pad of his finger.
“Oh my God.” I try to gain my composure. The last thing I want is for him to stop.
“You like the massage?” he asks.
“Keep going,” I order.
“Don’t move those arms, and I will.”
Archer’s thumb pushes deeper, and I know I could come from the sensation alone. The movement has my clit grinding against the towel, pushing me closer to the ledge.
“I’m so close,” I tell him as he rubs more oil in his palms.
“Just wait, chérie.” He moves his hand toward my ass, then pushes his thumb inside my tight hole. I gasp in shock as he slowly eases in deeper. “Relax, baby.”
He squeezes my butt cheeks with his other hand as he thrusts in and out, each time going farther. I breathe out when he enters, and eventually, my body relaxes.
“That’s my good girl. Trust me, l'amoureux.”
“I do, Raphaël.”
Archer adjusts himself so he can finger fuck my pussy while his thumb thrusts my ass. Tingles take over my body as the strongest buildup I’ve ever felt rushes down my spine.
“Holy shit, I—”
Before I can warn him, a wave of pleasure releases, and I’m screaming his name as I come all over his hand. Archer continues his dirty assault as I try to catch my breath.
“So beautiful,” Archer mutters. “I love watching you come.”
“I need you inside me, please,” I beg.
“Sorry, madame. That’s not one of our services,” he says, the accent returning.
“I paid for the deluxe package, which I’m pretty sure you have, so…” I lick my lips as I watch him adjust his hard-on. “If you don’t fuck me six ways to Sunday, I’ll have no choice but to leave a bad review. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
“You and that smart mouth,” he tsks, removing his clothes as I stare at him.
“Let me suck your cock and show you exactly what it can do.”
Chapter Sixteen
ARCHER
After the steamy weekend getaway a couple of weekends ago, Everleigh’s finally calmed down. I wanted to help her work through her stress and anxiety, and I think that taking a mini vacation helped.
“Your form is getting better,” I tell Kyle when his session ends. “How are you feeling about your competition this weekend?”
The gym started hosting tournaments for my clients to fight in a safe and structured manner. The winner gets a free week of sessions and smoothies, plus bragging rights. It was all Tyler’s idea so people would sign up to participate.