Darker Devotion: Chapter Four

Disability: Spina Bifida / Genre: Erotic Romance

In Good Hands

A week went by where Dustin hardly saw Melissa. The only encounter he had was a brief hello in the hallway. Perhaps she lost interest in him. They always do. He was getting acclimated to Chicago. The news reports of daily gun violence scared him, but he began to feel more “street-smart,” and found his time to be quite enjoyable.

Work was going well, too. He was liked by his coworkers, pleasing his superiors, and keeping his nose clean. It seemed as if things were finally getting into a comfortable routine for the disabled man. And then Friday evening came.

Dustin had just finished his dinner of leftover General Tso’s chicken from Great Wall Take Out he ordered the previous night. He heard a faint knock on the door. It was so faint, he wasn’t even certain it was a knock, until he heard it again. He looked through the peephole and saw Melissa. She was squinting her eye through the peephole, looking very awkward, in a cute sort of way.

“Hey,” Dustin said as he opened the door.

“Big news, neighbor! I’ve got a test copy of Black Ops 3,” she said, excitedly holding the cartridge in her hands.

“No way, how the hell did you score this?”

“My job. The drudgeries of work, eh?”

“Wow, I can’t believe…this won’t be out for several months. Beta version?”

“Yeah, but even better. This is the media press release version, it’s got a lot more bells and whistles than the beta version those shmucks will be playing out in the world. So…the question is…do you want to play?”

“The question is, why are you standing in the hallway? Come in, of course I want to play!” he said excitedly. Dustin turned on his TV and gaming console and placed the disc in.  

“Now, this is for work purposes, so try to be objective when you’re playing this game. I’d love to hear your feedback on it, and include it in my reports.”

“Hell yeah.”

They played several matches, and both were equally skilled players. Before the next match started Melissa, who was sitting on the couch next to Dustin turned her head toward the man slowly and smiled.

“What?” he asked suspiciously.

“Well, I was thinking, we could make this game a bit more…interesting.”

“Interesting?”

“A bet.”

“A bet? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Well,” she said and then did her best Marlon Brando impersonation, “I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“Alright…”

“If you win, you can keep this game. It’s yours.”

“And if you win?”

“I get to give you an upper-body massage. No funny stuff, just a massage.”

“Wait, so if I win, I get the game, if I lose, I get a massage? What’s the catch?”

“There isn’t one. Hence…the offer you can’t refuse.”

“You’re not going to cuff my hands together or torture me or something?”

“Tempting as that sounds; no. Do we have a deal?”

“Hmm,” he said, seriously pondering what this vixen had in mind. “I…I guess so.”

“Very well. May the best woman win,” she said with a smirk.

They played the game, and it was intense. Both their scores were even going into the last thirty seconds of the match. Dustin’s character waited by a series of pipes to snipe down Melissa’s, but just as time was about the run out, Melissa snuck up from behind and used her knife on Dustin’s character.

“Son of a bitch!” he called out.

“Cheer up, hon. I think you’ll like the consolation prize.”

“I could’ve had this damn game,” he grumbled, but fair was fair. He raised his hands in surrender.

“Shirt. Off.”

“Ugh, alright,” he said. He slid his t-shirt off, revealing his bare chest to his waiting masseuse. Melissa’s mouth watered. He wasn’t buff like a Baywatch lifeguard, but he had some meaty muscles on his biceps and triceps. A little bit of a belly showed, but she liked her men soft in the right spots. She wanted to bite those nipples of his, but patience is a virtue.

“Turn your back towards me. Just relax…relax, you’ll be perfectly safe in my hands.” She placed her warm, soft hands on his shoulders. He instantly felt the warmth and let out a deep breath. It had been so long since anyone had touched him, save for a friendly slap on the back from coworkers and the like. She didn’t even begin her massage, and just the warmth in her hands felt blissful on his smooth shoulders.

“Lean back, just a bit, I’ve got you,” she said, propping up her knees as a seat back for her “client.” He leaned back against her legs, feeling her bare skin against his. She was, after all, wearing shorts. Her hands began to motion in gentle circles on his back. Her fingers pressed into his flesh. Wow, for a nerdy little gamer girl, she certainly knew how to give a good massage.

Her fingers worked like magic, kneading his tough, knotted muscles with tender love and care. A small moan escaped from Dustin.  

“I take it you approve?” she asked softly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Shh…” she whispered in his left ear, and then in his right said “I take it as a compliment.” Her hands worked out the kinks and knots in his shoulders before traveling down each arm individually. Melissa felt his taught arm muscles. She caressed as she massaged, admiring the toned flesh in her hands. Her nose was close to his neck, and he could feel her breath. She inhaled his masculine, clean scent. It was intoxicating.

The red headed beauty gave his other arm the same treatment. She imagined those muscular arms restrained to her bed, rattling against the chains. No matter how much iron he pumped, he wouldn’t break out of steel. But not yet. This was art. Seducing him would be a long, slow process. And the he would be hers, and she would mold him, break him, and shape him in any way she pleased. Right now, though, it was all about the massage.

When she was thoroughly complete with his arms, she moved to his neck. She wrapped her hands around his throat and gently squeezed. This made Dustin nervous, and he looked back with concern. She smiled reassuringly.

“I told you I won’t hurt you, so just relax,” she cooed in a voice barely above a whisper. She stroked his neck gently, removing what had to be years’ worth of knots and sores. His bad posture, his taxing style of walking left his body a mess of knots that she was determined to fix before she left.  

To Dustin’s surprise, she began to massage his face. His chin, his cheeks, his temple, even near his eyes, every tiny millimeter of his skin was explored by and attended to by her trance-inducing hands. The ear massage was slow, erotic, and pleasurable beyond anything he could have imagined. He inadvertently whimpered when she stopped, so she gave him a little more as dessert.

Her hands had other places to go. Down, down, down his back. More evil knots had to be vanquished by the mage healer. Her hair tickled his shoulders as she leaned closer to work her palms into his spine. She saw the spinal scar where he had his surgery, low on his back, partially hidden by his jeans. She would get to know that scar someday, but tonight, it was about his back.

He groaned again. She knew sometime soon, he’d be doing a lot more than just groaning, but this was a good start. Melissa used her elbows to really work out a stubborn knot. She was done with his back, now her hands crept around him like a gentle bear-hug. Her warm, soft breasts pressed against his back and he could feel them.

“Lean back,” she demanded, and to her delight, he immediately complied. Her hands worked his soft stomach, his slight belly bulge. They crept their way up until they were on his chest. She continued the massage, when she found his nipples. She risked it. Her fingers caressed his nipples, and she tugged at them, rolling them in her fingers. Dustin quickly pulled away.

“Okay…I uh, I think I had enough of a massage, thanks,” he said nervously.

Damn it, went too far. Dustin was already putting his t-shirt back on.  

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Dustin. I thought you were enjoying it.”

“I…I was…I…wow, look at the time,” he said, looking at his wristwatch.

“It’s 9:30,” she replied.

“I know, it’s getting late isn’t it? I’m tired, aren’t you tired?”

“I’m coming over tomorrow. It’s Saturday, and we’ve got a lot more gaming to do, mister.”

“Gaming, uh…right, right; gaming.”

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