Happy Endings 🌶🌶🌶

My eyes ran up and down his body as he sat back in the bucket seat. His hand on the shifter made me a little jealous. I wanted that tight grip around my thighs.

We drove for about 45 minutes to get out of the city before we came upon a cabin set back behind trees on a lake. This would be the start of a horror movie if I didn't trust Adrian and I wasn't aroused. The seclusion only increased my dreams of jumping him before we made it inside.

It was a beautiful luxurious cabin that looked handcrafted with a mixture of log and stone. It was a two-story cabin, with the bottom floor housing a massive garage. The roof was covered in a stunning green tin to blend in with the overgrown foliage surrounding it.

It was tranquil with grand doors made of wrought iron and glass. It overlooked a beautiful lake with a large dock that extended far into the water. As we pulled up the soft yellow lights that were positioned all over the cabin turned on.

Instead of pulling into the garage, we stopped in front of the grand staircase that led up to the picturesque front doors.

“Stay and lock the doors until I come back.”, he ordered, and I obeyed.

I watched as he walked the perimeter of the cabin like he was looking for something. Then he went up the stairs to check inside. There didn’t appear to be anything out of the ordinary going on, but I waited for him to come back.

Once he got back to the car, he opened my door and held out his hand. I stumbled in the gravel driveway because my heels were not proper cabin footwear.

Without blinking he swooped me off my feet and carried me up the staircase and into the cabin. I was very thankful that his kindhearted and compassionate side was starting to show, but I wondered if it would last.

We walked into a dimly lit foyer, still unsure of what we were getting ourselves into. It was an open concept on the inside that featured a large stone fireplace in the center of the back wall. On one side there was a full gourmet kitchen and on the other was a bar tucked underneath a dramatic staircase.

The floor throughout was made of large stone tiles and all the fixtures were made of the same iron to match the door. The best part was the floor-to-ceiling windows fixated on each side of the grand fireplace.

In front of the fireplace, the living furniture had been moved and there were two massage tables popped up surrounded by fragrant candles, complemented by soft melodies playing in the room. It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever done for me.

The beds were dressed in cream satin sheets and felt as soft as butter when I ran my hands over them. I walked around looking for any personal touch that would indicate this was his home. It fit his secluded personality, but the delicate touches led me to believe he was gentle.

Adrian was over by the bar, “Red or white?”, he asked.

“Red and sweet.”, I replied hoping he was asking about wines.

I looked around some more as he pulled a bottle out from under the bar. I watched as he poured me a glass of wine and slowly walked over to me. Brushing back the strands of hair that had fallen on his face.

He was wearing a simple black tee that clung to his body, a pair of light-washed jeans, clean white sneakers, and a simple gold watch that matched his earring. He was very sexy when he dressed in casual clothing.

I was standing by the window when he handed me my wine and put his hand on the curve of my back.

“Massage first, or shall I fuck the shit out of you now?”, he whispered in my ear.

I choked on my drink before turning to him.

“Massage, so that I am relaxed enough to take all of you.”, I replied.

He pulled out his phone to text someone and about 5 minutes later two women in white uniforms came walking out of one of the rooms in the back. They set up a small table in the middle with oils, lotions, scents, and a few stones on a hot plate.

“Are you ready?”, he asked before walking over to one of the massage tables.

I followed behind him and the two ladies turned around to give us privacy to undress. Adrian had seen me naked, so I didn’t mind undressing while he watched me. His eyes were roaming my body and I felt each time his heated gaze lingered to take in my blushed skin under the lingerie.

We rested beneath the satin sheets, his eyes never leaving me until the masseuse placed a satin blindfold over our eyes. I knew he couldn’t see me because that internal heat had been extinguished.

I relaxed there for roughly two hours while every muscle in my body had been cared for and massaged. It was by far the best massage I had ever received. I was ready to fall asleep but too excited for what was to come.

By the end of the massage, we had been informed to roll onto our stomachs. I was laying there zoning out when I felt someone put something around my wrists and then attached it to the side of the bed. I lifted my head, but I couldn’t move my arms far enough to take off my blindfold. I heard footsteps leaving the room.

That sexual heat had returned, then I heard Adrian get up and walk over to my table. He placed something similar around my ankles, attaching it to the bottom of the bed. I was laying there in my lingerie under a sheet while he had me strapped to a massage table.

He pulled the sheet off me exposing my body to him and I felt his gaze travel over my covered skin. His gaze was hot enough to burn through the simple lace set. Walking around to the little table I heard him pick up something and squeeze it in his hand.

The blindfold helped increase my sense of hearing. He rubbed his hands together before rubbing up my thighs and back down. Teasing my ass that was exposed in a wide band G-string.

He rubbed up and down my thighs in a circular motion each time inching closer to my ass. By the time he was on my ass, he grabbed a handful before returning to his stroke. He was standing at the end of the table between my feet and his frame allowed him to reach all of me.

Before he moved up my back, he angled his wrists to allow his thumbs to graze my most sensitive areas. The teasing was building up my sexual anticipation. He didn’t need any lubricant because I was soaking wet already.

He moved around to stand at my head reapplying oil then moving on to focus on my shoulders. Large deep strokes down my back and rounding at my hips before heading back up. He circled my shoulders and back several times before moving around to graze my side boob in one slow motion.

The oil smelt of strawberries and it must have been edible because he started to plant sweet soft kisses down the center of my back as he leaned over me to grab my ass. I felt each step as he walked back down to the foot of the bed and then felt as he climbed on.

Straddling my legs, he began to smack my ass leaving a stinging sensation behind. It didn’t take long for him to grab me in the spot of the sting and then lick it with a large flat tongue to soothe it. He enjoyed causing me pain and then soothing it, much like this emotional tug-of-war we were playing.

He did this numerous times and each time I moaned in a sweet soft tone, in an attempt to consent to this pleasure.

I was still face down and tied to the bed as he ran his large hand over my core. His thumb teased my bud each time he ran his hand between my legs. Each pass focused on intensifying the pleasure.

Adding another hand, he used his middle three fingers to circle my bud. His other hand was slowly separating my outer lips to give him access to penetrate me. I began to breathe heavily.

He swept his fingers around inside to find my g spot, once he found it, he hooked his fingers and began thrusting them in and out. His pace sped up as he rubbed in rhythm to each thrust of his fingers. The teasing and heightening of my senses caused me to experience a rush that was pushing me to the edge.

He stopped rubbing long enough to smack me while thrusting his fingers in and out as hard as he could. His large fingers spread my core to allow him easy access. He was pacing himself to ensure I was pleasured.

I began holding my breath in preparation to release. I was unable to move as my cum shot out at him. I had never experienced that kind of release, but he didn’t stop thrusting.

Once he found my most sensitive and pleasurable spots he hurried back in for more. Never slowing down as his knuckles pounded against my body to give his fingers maximum reach. He didn’t stop for me to recover from my first orgasm and that sent me diving into another.

I squirted all over him, “Let me catch my breath.”, I begged.

“Not until your knees are weak and I have fucked you so hard, you stay away from other men.”, he said as he continued thrusting into me and returning his fingers to my bud.

He didn’t stop fingering me until I had been overcome with pleasurable violent spasms. I came all over his fingers 6 times back-to-back, without rest. It was then that he decided to tease my bud with his tip before thrusting it deep inside of me.

I didn’t hold back as I screamed in pure ecstasy.

“Ah, yes Adrian! Fuck me harder!”, and he did as grunts escaped his lips.

“Damn, you’re so wet.”, he said while panting with each thrust.

He loosened the ankle straps to lift my ass in the air, he pressed his large hand in the small of my back giving him an arch, and he thrust into me again and again until we both collapsed on the table.

My final orgasm sent me into oblivion. I was still blindfolded and strapped to the table, so I don’t know what happened next… I didn’t expect happy endings to be so pleasurable.