Surrender to Desire

By: Tory Richards


She took out the ginger root she’d purchased earlier that day and cut off three pieces of the grotesquely shaped root. Adding it to a small pan of water, and placing it on the stove, she set it on high. In the meantime, she went to her room for the pure lavender oil in the medicine cabinet. Her grandma, who suffered with headaches in general, taught her that pure lavender oil helped a lot.

Once the ginger root had boiled for ten minutes, Callie poured it into a cup. By the time she headed to Blade’s room he’d had plenty of time to take his shower. She knocked lightly on his door. There was no response. Taking a deep breath she opened the door just enough to peek inside his room. He was stretched out on top of the bedspread, completely naked, his hair wet, and his eyes closed.

Her eyes froze on his long, muscular form, and she knew the task she’d set out for herself was going to be more challenging than she thought. How am I going to stay impersonal with that gorgeous male body beneath my hands?

Callie quietly made her way to his bedside. She couldn’t help it, her curious gaze roamed down his magnificent body, taking note of his more than generous cock. Lord! He has the body of a God. Well-defined muscles that made her mouth water. Letting her imagination run wild, she felt herself turning hot.

“I know you’re there.” He didn’t open his eyes.

Blade’s low tone reminded Callie why she was there. “How?” she frowned.

“I can smell you.”

Oh! Callie had taken a shower earlier and sprayed a light mist of perfume before leaving her room. It was on her clothes more than her body. “I’m so sorry!” she whispered loudly, knowing the scent was probably irritating him. Without hesitation she quickly slipped her tee-shirt off and tossed it outside his door into the hallway.

“What do you want?” Blade asked between his teeth.

“I think I can help you.”

He opened one eye halfway. “Taking your clothes off won’t help.”

“I took my shirt off because of the perfume,” Callie explained. There was no reason to take off her bra or jeans. “Will you let me try, please?”

He didn’t speak, but she caught his slight nod yes. She set the glass of hot tea down on the nightstand and removed the small vial of oil from her pocket. It was odorless, so the smell wouldn’t complicate things. She unscrewed the top and put some on her fingertips.

“I’m going to touch you now.” She carefully put her fingers against his temple and began to massage him gently. He moaned but didn’t tell her to stop. Callie slowly worked her way across his forehead. “Blade, take slow, deep breaths and relax as much as you can. How long have you had the headache?”

“Started about an hour ago.”

“Good. We may stop it before it takes hold.” She gently rubbed some of the oil at the back of his neck. “I’m using pure lavender oil on you; it’s an analgesic, a painkiller.” He just grunted. Callie picked up the tea, took a sip to make sure it wasn’t too hot. “I need you to drink this.”

“I thought you wanted me to relax.”

She smiled. “This will help you, I promise.”

He lifted his head as far as he needed, and took a sip when she put the cup to his lips. A soft laugh escaped her at the face he made. “It’s ginger root tea and will help with the nausea. Drink as much as you can.” Was it her imagination or was he already looking better? He laid down when half the liquid was gone. Callie continued her massages, adding more oil at his temples, forehead, and the back of his neck.

“Feels good,” he managed.

“Good. Just relax and take even breaths.” Callie ran her hands through his damp hair, massaging his scalp as she went. His groan told her he liked what she was doing. She continued down his neck and shoulders, kneading the muscles and working out the knots she found. “I used to do this for my grandmother.”

“You have soothing hands.”

“You’re very tight,” Callie said. She moved down his hard biceps and forearms and back up to his shoulders. Touching him revealed that he was as hard as he looked. It also didn’t do much to keep her libido in check. “Are you able to roll onto your stomach so I can do your back?”

He didn’t say a word but, did as she asked. Callie marveled at his muscular backside, taut buttocks, and solid thighs before putting her hands on the bunched muscles at the back of his shoulders. He groaned deeply when she dug into them.

“I’m sorry if I’m hurting you.”

“No. It feels damned good,” he grumbled against the pillow.

She worked his back over for a good fifteen minutes before moving back to his head and neck. Then, thinking about the reflexology she’d treated herself to not too long ago, Callie remembered how good it made her feel all over. She didn’t know how to do it, but a good foot massage wouldn’t hurt. She moved to Blade’s feet and began to massage them.

As long as Blade was moaning in pleasure and not groaning in pain, Callie moved her hands up his legs and the backs of his thighs. She stopped when she reached his buttocks. Her palms itched with the need to touch them. She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to keep it impersonal. Had he fallen asleep? She hadn’t heard a sound from him in a few minutes.