She continued working my muscles hard enough so that there was the occasional bite of pain, but she soothed it out in a way that turned my body to jelly. Her hands were firm and well trained and before I knew it, my massage had come to a close after some ninety minutes of pure bliss.
“No rush to get up. When you’re feeling ready, I’ll lead you to the relaxation area where you will await your next appointment,” she murmured softly.
She busied herself with cleaning up the miscellaneous oils and stones she’d use to relax me. For several moments, I just breathed and enjoyed the languid sensations cascading through my body. When I was finally sure that my legs wouldn’t collapse underneath me, I pushed myself up and sat on the edge of the table. The therapist picked up a pair of sandals and slid them onto my feet. Then she offered me a hand, helping me climb off the table. There was no offer of a robe or anything at all. She handed me my phone and indicated that I was to follow her out of the room into the hallway. I was to remain entirely naked.
I knew better than to argue.
The rest of the place was abandoned, and it became very clear that I was the only one here other than those who were working. Jaxon had most certainly ensured that I had the place to myself and when I walked into the relaxation area, I gasped in excitement. There were massive showerheads and bubbling tubs, as well as heated stones to lie on. In each corner was a differently scented sauna, and as the door closed behind me, I looked around and spotted a place that could work for what I was supposed to do next.
It was time to make my first video for Daddy.
I spread the towel out on a nearby stone lounge chair. I hesitantly pressed my fingers against the surface, feeling the warmth emanating through it and sat down. I propped up my phone on the side table and tentatively swiped to the camera.
I hesitated for several seconds before I pushed the button to start recording myself.
With a deep breath, I leaned back and spread my legs, timidly reaching my hand between my thighs. I was just as wet as I was that morning. Casually, I circled my fingers on top of my clit, gradually increasing the pressure until I couldn’t hold back a cry. My arousal surged so quickly that it surprised me, but I didn’t hold back.
Daddy would expect me to come hard for him.
Self-consciously, I glanced back toward the phone and chewed my lip.
Daddy would want to hear me scream his name.
With a heavy swallow, I grew braver. I danced my fingers across my clit, pressing harder and harder as my core twisted hard in needy desire. I imagined myself over Daddy’s knee. I fantasized about his fingers between my thighs, but most of all, I thought what was to take place when I arrived at his house that night. Would it make his cock hard to see me touch myself? Would he fuck me even harder because of it?
I moaned louder. I grew bolder, my movements far more brazen as I went on. My core twisted tighter and my nipples pebbled hard. With a moan, I arched back and pressed my bottom against the firm heated stone beneath me as I imagined his cock deep between my thighs.
As I increased the pressure, I began to grow more desperate. Pleasure coursed through my veins and electricity buzzed just beneath my skin. As my orgasm grew more imminent, I touched myself with even more vigorous intention until at long last, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Daddy!” I screamed as my climax tore through me. I writhed on top of that stone chair and I came even harder because I knew that I was putting on a show for him. Scalding hot bliss poured over me from within and I forced my fingers to keep going so that I could draw out my orgasm as long as I could. When it finally started to abate, I glanced back at my phone and hummed with shameful excitement at what I had just done.
Casually, I explored the wetness between my thighs and when I brought my fingers up into the light, I moaned softly at the slick arousal all over the surface of my fingertips.
Naughty girl indeed. I found myself smiling anyway, knowing that I was being a good girl for Daddy. I reached for my phone and stopped recording. I wanted to watch it to ensure I had a good angle and that I’d done a good job, but I didn’t because I wasn’t sure if he would want me to.
Feeling warm and a little sticky, I eventually pushed myself up from the chair and climbed into the closest jetted tub. The water pounded gently against my skin and I sighed with contentment. For several minutes, I closed my eyes and when someone cleared their throat nearby, I finally opened them.
The massage therapist had returned, and she held out a towel for me. I smiled politely in greeting and slowly climbed out of the tub. I dried myself off and when I was finished, I handed the fluffy towel back to her.
She led me out of the room to another treatment area where I was to receive a full body wrap and scrub. I lost myself in the relaxation of the day and before I knew it, it was time to return to the relaxation area. I recorded my next orgasm in the dry sauna and thoroughly enjoyed myself. With each subsequent treatment and climax, I felt more and more relaxed. I’d had a facial, a deep hair mask, and a multitude of other incredible experiences I never would have tried out on my own. By the end of the day, I was led to a small room with a bed and instructed to sleep for an hour before I would visit the relaxation room one last time.
That last orgasm was the hardest of all and when I fumbled with my phone to stop the recording, it slipped out of my hand. In my haste to catch it, I grabbed at it and my fingers slid across the screen. I caught it, but just barely.
I breathed a sigh of relief and held it up to ensure that I hadn’t damaged it, only to freeze at what I saw. Time stopped cold.
Fuck.
My mouth went dry.
Somehow, I’d accidentally sent it as an email attachment. I rushed to check my sent messages and a terrible feeling of hot dread poured over me.
It had sent to my old boss, Colin Harrington.
I called Daddy right away and I told him what happened.
“Shhhh, little girl. Daddy will take care of it right away. Get dressed and head to the limo outside the spa. Come to Daddy,” he murmured gently. I fought back tears, but I knew that hewould make it all disappear. He always took care of me and I adored him for it.
“Yes, Daddy.”
