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“There’s a time and place for everything, Killian,” I admonish.
“Yeah, yeah, but you can’t blame me,” he says, smirking at me as he pats her ass.
We’re led through to the back of the spa and up to a doorway with an elegant silk draping. The attendant parts it for us, letting us out into a lavish natural hot spring.
There’s a gigantic natural stone pool with a waterfall that cascades from around a bend. Everything here is entirely natural, including the pool, and the construction of the entire facility was structured around this very spring.
“Wow…I’ve been saying that a lot, but will this country ever stop impressing me?” Julia wonders aloud.
I simply smile in response as I walk to the edge of the pool, drop my robe, and descend into the hot water, completely nude.
Killian begins to follow suit when Julia pipes up with an embarrassed note in her voice.
“We’re going to be naked outside? In an open spa? H-here?” she stammers.
“Well, yes,” I say calmly. “No one else will be joining us. I’ve reserved more than enough time for us to enjoy ourselves.”
“Still, outside…”
“Julia, get in,” I say firmly. “That robe won’t hold up to the hot water, so nude is your only choice.”
She slowly strips the silk robe and sets it on top of Killian’s and mine. Her beautiful body is entirely flush with embarrassment. I take my time staring at her, appreciating the fantastic sight.
She walks over hesitantly and dips her foot into the spring water.
“Oh, wow, it’s really hot!” she says as she finally sinks down between Killian and me.
“It’s actually a completely natural formation as well,” I begin. “The islands of Japan are actually a series of almost seven thousand islands, with four primary islands that most of the population lives on. They were formed due to plate pressure millions of years ago, unlike island chains like Hawaii that were formed by volcanic activity. That’s not to say that there are no volcanoes, though, which is where the hot springs come from as well. There are over a hundred volcanoes across the island cha—”
“Time and place, Xane,” Killian interjects.
“What? No, that was all really interesting!” Julia says.
Such a sweet girl. I love that she appreciates the finer things.
“No, he’s right, actually,” I say with a soft chuckle. “Right now is the time for quiet and relaxation.”
We listen to the sounds of the water and the nature around us, soaking in the seemingly eternal heat and enjoying the surroundings. This has always been my most favorite place to relax.
After a time, I finally stand up and get out of the water.
“It’s time to move on to our room,” I say simply as I extend a hand to Julia. “Let me help you up. You might be a little lightheaded from the heat.”
After she stands up, I wrap the robe around her and stare into her eyes.
“An artist’s inspiration, for sure,” I say. “Both poets and painters alike would be inspired by a muse like yourself. I have an art of my own, but it’s almost a shame it won’t get to utilize those sweet gems of yours.”
She bites her lip, but she doesn’t break eye contact.
“Gem,” I say again.
“I’m sorry?” she responds, confused.
“I will call you Gem, in honor of your eyes and your beauty. Now, shall we retire?”
I think about the things I have waiting for her in our room, and a lewd switch turns on inside me. I have very big plans for this lovely girl.
Chapter 17
Xane
My dick is rock fucking hard.
There’s not a doubt in my mind that I will be introducing Julia to something mind-blowing today. There’s even less doubt that she’s going to love it.
I plan on showing Killian what he’s been missing, too. Today is the first time I will allow another man to join in on my Shibari sessions. Not many understand the ancient art of rope-tying, suspension, and bondage.
Once done, the massage therapist nods to me, slipping quietly from the room. The level of respect given here is why I chose Japan as the location for my spa. It mirrors what I expect in my own business, and it’s not something I need to drill into employees here.
I’ve spent the last hour watching the girl I want relaxing at the hands of another. It’s now time for her to understand why.
Other than the soft sounds of a flute coming through the surround sound, the room is quiet, so much so that I can hear both Julia and Killian breathing.
“The art of Shibari has been practiced in Japan since the 1600s,” I begin.
I glance at the small table in the corner. On it are the equipment we’ll be needing for the session. For now, all I need is soft nylon rope.
Julia lifts her head from the table, looking around, confused.
“What do you mean? Shibari? I don’t understand,” she says with a frown and furrowed brows.
