The Unseen Client
# The Unseen Client The scent of eucalyptus and sandalwood hung thick in the air, a familiar cloak of calm Riley usually wore with professional ease. Today, it felt different. The oils were warm in her hands, her pulse a quiet, insistent d
Chapter 1
The scent of eucalyptus and sandalwood hung thick in the air, a familiar cloak of calm Riley usually wore with professional ease. Today, it felt different. The oils were warm in her hands, her pulse a quiet, insistent drum against her wrists. Her new client, Leo, was due any moment.
She adjusted the towel on the massage table, her eyes darting to the door. The soft, ambient music seemed to sharpen, each note a prelude to something she couldn't name. When the door finally clicked open, the air in the room shifted, growing heavier, charged.
He filled the doorway, a silhouette of imposing height and broad shoulders before he stepped into the soft light. Mysterious was an understatement. His presence was a physical weight. His head was smoothly shaved, reflecting the low lamplight, and his eyes, dark and intent, scanned the room before landing on her. A faint, confident smile played on his lips.
Riley’s professional script evaporated from her mind. Her gaze, against her will, dropped. The expensive, dark fabric of his trousers did little to conceal the formidable outline straining against them. A thick, undeniable bulge that made her mouth go dry. Her own body responded with a traitorous flush of heat, her nipples tightening beneath her thin uniform.
“Leo?” she managed, her voice softer than she intended, almost a whisper.
“That’s me,” he replied. His voice was a low rumble, a vibration that felt like a touch. He didn’t move to shake her hand. He just stood there, letting her look, his playful confidence a tangible force in the small room.
She cleared her throat, forcing her eyes back up to his. “Okay. Well, if you’d like to go ahead and disrobe, you can lie face down on the table. I’ll… give you a moment of privacy.” The words felt robotic, a pathetic attempt to reclaim control of a situation that was already spiraling.
His smile widened, a flash of white in the dim room. “Looking forward to it.”
Riley turned and practically fled, pulling the door shut behind her. She leaned against the cool wall in the hallway, her heart hammering against her ribs. The image of him was burned onto the back of her eyelids. The sheer size of him. The way he looked at her, not like a client, but like he already knew the dirty, hungry thoughts racing through her head.
Her mind went wild, untethered. She imagined his large, smooth hands not on the table, but on her. She pictured the weight of him, the feel of that thick cock she’d only glimpsed pressing against her, filling her. A soft, desperate moan escaped her lips as her own hand drifted down, pressing against the damp heat growing between her legs through her clothes. He was just on the other side of that door, naked. Waiting for her touch. And all she could think about was his.
Chapter 2
Riley took three deep breaths, willing her pulse to slow before she re-entered the room. The air was even thicker now, heavy with the scent of warm oil and clean male skin. Leo lay face down on the table, the white towel draped low over his magnificent back, leaving the powerful muscles of his shoulders and arms on full display. Her mouth went dry all over again.
She warmed more oil between her palms, the slick sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. Her fingers, trembling slightly, first made contact with his skin at the base of his neck. It was warm and smooth, the muscle beneath surprisingly tight with tension. She began to work it, her thumbs pressing in deep, circular motions.
“So,” she started, her voice a husky note she barely recognized. “First time at this spa?”
A low, rumbling sound vibrated beneath her hands. “First time with this therapist,” he replied, his voice muffled by the face cradle.
The double meaning hung in the air between them. She focused on the knots in his trapezius muscles, kneading them with a firm pressure.
“You’re holding a lot of stress right here,” she commented, her professional facade a thin veil.
“I have my ways of working it out,” he said smoothly.
Her mind flashed an image of those ways, and heat pooled low in her belly. She worked in silence for a few moments, her hands traveling up to his scalp, her fingertips massaging his bare head. It was an intensely intimate act.
“Are you doing okay?” she asked, the question part of her routine, but tonight it felt loaded.
“Better now,” he murmured.
Emboldened by the dark and his passive position, a wave of daring washed over her. She leaned closer, her breath ghosting over his ear as her thumbs dug into a particularly stubborn knot at the base of his skull. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Do you want it harder?”
The question hung in the air, filthy and perfect. The moment she said it, her own mind short-circuited. *Harder.* She wasn't just talking about his neck. She pictured her hands on his ass, squeezing harder. Her hips grinding against his harder. Him taking her harder. A soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips as her nipples tightened into aching points against her top. The dampness between her legs became impossible to ignore, a throbbing echo of the single, devastating word she had just uttered.
Chapter 3
Riley poured more oil into her palms, the slick warmth spreading across her skin as she moved to his shoulder blades. She leaned forward, her body naturally arching over his back as her hands worked the powerful muscles. Her movements became more rhythmic, more sensual, her focus narrowing to the feel of his skin beneath her fingers.
Lost in the sensation, she didn't notice at first how her hips had begun to sway with her motions. The firm curve of his lower back pressed perfectly against her, and with each kneading motion, her pelvis rocked forward, the thin fabric of her uniform doing nothing to hide the damp heat between her legs. She was grinding against him, her pussy rubbing against the towel covering his backside with a soft, wet friction that sent sparks through her nervous system.
Leo remained perfectly still beneath her, but she felt the low rumble of his quiet laughter vibrate through his body. He knew. He could feel the dampness seeping through her clothes, could feel the desperate little circles she was unconsciously making against him. His smile widened against the face cradle. *She's so fucking wet for me,* he thought, *rubbing herself on me like a cat in heat.*
The realization hit Riley like a bucket of cold water. She froze, her hands stilling on his shoulders as she became acutely aware of what she'd been doing. Heat flooded her cheeks as she quickly straightened up, putting a few inches of space between them.
"I'm so sorry," she breathed, her voice trembling with embarrassment and unspent arousal. "I didn't realize I was... leaning so close."
"Don't be sorry," Leo's voice was a dark, amused purr. "I was enjoying the... thoroughness of your technique."
Riley cleared her throat, trying to regain some professional composure. "Is there... any other area you'd like me to focus on? Your neck? Lower back?"
Leo shifted slightly beneath her hands, the movement deliberately suggestive. "Actually," he said, his tone dropping to that intimate rumble that made her thighs clench, "my thighs are really tight. They could use some... attention." He paused, letting the invitation hang in the thick, scented air. "They could be touched."
Chapter 4
"Yeah," Riley breathed, the word barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "Turn over, please."
Leo moved with deliberate, languid grace, rolling onto his back in one smooth motion that made the sheet shift and cling. The thin fabric tented dramatically over his groin, outlining an impossible length and girth that made her mouth water. She saw everything—the heavy, thick shape straining against the sheet, the way it curved upward toward his stomach. And she knew, with a jolt of pure heat, that he was completely naked beneath that flimsy barrier. No boxers. Nothing. Just warm, smooth skin and that magnificent cock waiting beneath the thin cotton.
Her mind flooded with explicit, filthy images. She pictured that thick length sliding between her lips, stretching her mouth. She imagined the weight of it in her hand, the velvety skin over steel-hard flesh. She could almost taste him, salty and male, as her pussy clenched around nothing, aching and wet.
Trying to steady her trembling hands, she reached for the hem of the sheet. "Just going to... work on your thighs," she murmured, her voice husky with need.
She lifted the edge, just enough to expose the powerful muscles of his upper legs. Her fingers brushed against warm skin, and a shudder ran through her. She poured more oil into her palms, the slick heat a prelude to her touch.
"Your skin is so warm," she whispered, her hands beginning to knead the hard muscle of his inner thigh, dangerously close to where the sheet still tented over his cock.
"Your hands feel incredible," Leo rumbled, his voice thick with amusement and arousal. He shifted his hips slightly, making the sheet shift again, drawing her eye back to the massive bulge. "You have no idea how much I needed this."
Her thumbs dug into the firm flesh, her mind racing. She imagined her hands sliding higher, under that sheet, wrapping around his cock. She pictured his reaction—the groan, the way his hips would buck into her touch. She wanted to feel his heat, his pulse, the slick pre-cum she knew would be leaking from the tip.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he commanded softly, his dark eyes locked on her.
Riley's breath hitched. Her fingers pressed deeper, her movements becoming less like a massage and more like a slow, sensual claim. "I'm thinking your thighs are strong," she lied, her voice a low, dirty promise. "I'm thinking about how much tension you're holding... everywhere."
Chapter 5
Riley's breath caught in her throat as Leo's playful confidence vanished, replaced by a raw, dominant energy that left no room for protest. In one fluid motion, his powerful hands gripped her hips and flipped her onto her back on the massage table, her surprised gasp swallowed by the sudden shift in power. The towel that had covered him fell away completely, and she caught a breathtaking glimpse of his fully erect cock before he loomed over her, caging her beneath him.
"Now it's my turn," he whispered, his voice a dark promise that vibrated through her entire body. His large hands slid from her hips down her trembling thighs, pushing up the thin fabric of her uniform. "To explore every inch of that curvy body."
His touch was electric, possessive. His thumbs stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, moving higher with each pass. "Look at you," he murmured, his dark eyes raking over her exposed legs. "Soaked through your little uniform just from touching me."
"I... I couldn't help it," Riley breathed, her hips shifting restlessly beneath his weight.
His fingers teased the hem of her panties, dipping just beneath the lace to graze her dripping wetness. "Tell me what you want, Riley."
"You," she gasped as his finger traced her slick opening. "I want to feel you. All of you."
Leo's low chuckle was pure sin. His hand slid fully into her panties, his thick fingers sliding through her wet folds with expert precision. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, circling her throbbing clit. "I bet you taste as sweet as you look."
Before she could respond, he hooked his fingers in her panties and ripped them aside, the sound of tearing lace echoing in the charged air. He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over her exposed pussy. "Let's see if my mouth is as good as my hands."
Chapter 6
Leo's mouth descended on her with a primal hunger that stole the air from Riley's lungs. His tongue plunged deep into her wet heat, tasting her with a guttural groan that vibrated through her entire body. "Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined," he growled against her slick folds, his voice dropping into a raw, animalistic register.
He gripped her thighs, pushing them wider apart as he devoured her. "My sweet little jungle flower," he rasped, his tongue circling her swollen clit with relentless pressure. "Gonna make you scream for me."
Riley's fingers tangled in his hair, her hips bucking against his face. "Oh god, Leo! Your mouth... it's incredible!"
He pulled back just enough to look up at her, his eyes dark with possession. "Tarzan wants to hear his Jane scream," he growled, nipping at her inner thigh. "Let me hear how good I make you feel."
His tongue plunged back inside her, fucking her with quick, deep strokes that had her moaning shamelessly. "Yes! Just like that! Don't stop!"
Leo shifted suddenly, lifting her legs over his shoulders as he rose to his knees. His massive cock stood proud and thick between them, dripping with pre-cum. "Want to feel this inside you, Riley?" he growled, stroking himself slowly. "Want Tarzan to claim his mate?"
"Please," she begged, her eyes fixed on his impressive length. "I need to feel you."
He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against her soaked opening. "Tell me how much you want it," he commanded, his voice dropping to a primal rumble.
"I want you to fuck me raw," she moaned, her hips lifting to meet him. "Fill me up, Leo. Show me who owns this pussy."
He thrust forward just an inch, stretching her deliciously. "Who does this sweet cunt belong to, Riley?"
"You!" she cried out as he pushed deeper. "It's yours! All yours!"
Leo let out a triumphant roar that echoed through the spa room, fully sheathing himself inside her tight heat. "That's right," he growled, beginning to move with powerful, primal thrusts. "Tarzan's woman. Tarzan's perfect, tight little fuck."