The pleasure he drew from my body scared me. "I want you!" I moaned shakily. "Take me out and let’s do it!"

But he showed no mercy, keeping me trembling with need.

"Can't do that, Sweetheart," he purred. "You snapped at me earlier - now I need to properly serve you."

Defeated, I collapsed back down, too weak to even lift a finger.

"Bastard," I snorted. "You're bad."

Finally, when I was completely boneless, he gave my bottom a satisfied pat.

"Let's rinse off this oil, Sweetheart."

He used the handheld shower to spray warm water, then tenderly cleaned every inch with a bath sponge.

"Sweetheart, your body is absolutely stunning. So sexy."

He kept complimenting each part of my body as he worked on it. He went on praising my slim waist, my peach-like bottom, my long legs. Said I was pure as snow and soft as whipped cream.

My chest felt tight. I couldn't respond, didn't want to move or speak. I just lay there with half-closed eyes, drowning in his expert touch. It was intoxicating.

"Sweetheart," he mused while working, "you seem dominating and controlling. Probably prefer being on top?"

"But I know strong women like you secretly crave being conquered."

I wanted to tell him he'd won completely - I was utterly defeated, and my body was his for the taking.

But shame kept me silent. My earlier advances had been rejected, leaving me embarrassed.

"Take it slow, Sweetheart. I'll make sure you enjoy every minute."

His hands had worked their way down to my tailbone.

"Mmm..." Like an electric current, I shuddered involuntarily, letting out my first moan of the night. My back arched on its own, legs trembling slightly.

My carefully maintained control... completely crumbled in that moment.

I bit my lip and pressed myself back against the massage table, desperately tensing every muscle to fight the intense tingling sensations deep in my bones, trying to stop those sounds from escaping.

Saliva trickled unbidden from the corner of my mouth to my chin, dripping onto the table.

Behind me, he unhurriedly continued working my tailbone, intensifying the sensation.

"Sweetheart, you like being in control of everything, but isn't that boring? Letting go can feel so much better..."

I silently agreed with him.

In truth, I'd already lost control, but I still managed to stammer out a challenge.