Burning up Under His Touch

Ever since I began exploring my sensual side, a door had opened to a whole new realm, and there was no turning back.I craved the tremors that crawled across my skin and the thrill of losing control. It shattered my dull, ordinary life. Even the hollow ache that followed a climax felt like a beautiful kind of torment.But eventually, that void became too deep for my husband, Julien Barry, to fill. The longing turned into a fire that scorched me every single day.Julien tried everything—toys, new positions, exploring every inch of my body—but nothing worked for long.He told me that I had an insatiable appetite and no man could ever satisfy me.When my best friend, Elaina Rivers, heard about my situation, she recommended a professional massage therapy center to help channel my desires. She claimed it was the perfect remedy to cure me.The loneliness and the constant, unmet hunger were becoming unbearable.After a lot of back-and-forth in my head, I decided to give it a shot.The

Liam spread his fingers, fully anchoring his hands around my breasts. He kneaded them in a rhythmic, circular motion, his palm pressing down on my tips with every single turn.As he pressed harder, I watched as my breasts were forced into different shapes.Heat flushed across my face, and the embers of my desire roared into a full-blown blaze.My breathing hitched, and my moans grew more uninhibited and desperate."Jemma," Liam said softly, "you have some congested lumps here. If we don't treat this properly, you'll be very prone to breast diseases in the future.""I see… Please… keep going," I managed to choke out.I heard the small massage table creak under the weight of his movements. And yet, the sensation of being so meticulously massaged left me addicted.Suddenly, his hands pulled away.I snapped my eyes open and looked at him with a dazed, confused expression. "What's wrong?"Only then did I realize my voice was trembling."I just need more cream," Liam said, scooping

Liam was tall, fit, and young. With a single squeeze of his hand, Julien's face contorted in agony."Let go of me!" Julien yelled.Yet, despite the pain, his eyes bulged with manic rage, and he sneered. "I saw you two coming down together. You're her secret lover, aren't you? Let go, you prick! I'll kill both of you!"Liam's brow furrowed as he pulled me firmly behind him."Sir, watch your mouth. This is a legitimate massage therapy center. Ms. Ferrell came here to treat a congestion in her system, which is a direct result of the disharmony in your bedroom. If you really cared about her, you'd spend more time being a husband and less time abusing her—"A wave of bitterness washed over me.A stranger I'd just met was showing more concern for my well-being than my husband had in years."Fuck off!"Before Liam could even finish, Julien cut him off. "How I handle my wife is none of your business! You two know exactly what you were doing back there. Move, Jemma! We're going home."

In the weeks that followed, the divorce went more smoothly than I ever expected.With the evidence Liam provided, I walked away with the lion's share of our assets. I even had enough to buy the small apartment I'd been renting.Julien tried to fight it, of course. He ranted in court about my own supposed infidelities, but he didn't have a shred of proof.And just like that, our marriage was over.I found a new job, and my days slowly began to feel full again.Two months later, the massage therapy center was shut down.Liam told me the entire street had been raided. Most of the parlors there were fronts for sex work, and their center had simply been caught in the crossfire.Left without a job, Liam found work as a swimming instructor.At my suggestion, he moved out of his old place and into my spare bedroom. He insisted on paying a portion of the rent every month, no matter how much I tried to refuse.Living together brought us closer than ever.We fell into a rhythm of cookin

Because of the drug, my voice was a soft whisper that carried no weight at all."Save your breath. It's just the three of us in the building. Your little boyfriend is busy in the pool!" Kevin sneered.He pinned me to the floor and tore through my shirt in one violent motion, exposing my black bra."Well, look at that!" he spat, giving a lecherous grin."They say sluts always wear black. I guess the rumors are true. Blame yourself, Jemma. You shouldn't have spent so much time flaunting those legs in front of me."Damon didn't say much, but he was far more ruthless. He pulled out a small pocketknife and ran the flat of the blade slowly across my cheek."Play along, and we'll let you go when we're finished. If you don't…"I trembled in terror.Then, with a casual flick of the wrist, Damon used the blade to slice through the center of my bra.My breasts spilled out, and the sight of them made the two monsters laugh with predatory delight."God, she's perfect!""Hurry, get that s