I got a massage recently for my birthday and couldn't get this idea out of my head afterward. Hope y'all enjoy!


The apartment was dark when I unlocked the door, and I frowned, expecting Dimitri to be home. I flipped on the light by the door, setting my keys down on the table. As I pulled out my phone to call Dimitri, I heard footsteps, and Dimitri rounded the corner a moment later.

"Welcome home, Roza," Dimitri said.

My eyes widened as I took in his appearance. He was shirtless, and a pair of black sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips.

"What's going on?"

"I know work's been rough lately," Dimitri said, stepping closer, "so I wanted to treat you to a night of relaxation. There's a bath waiting for you, and when you're done, I'll have your next surprise prepared."

I narrowed my eyes at him, but Dimitri directed me toward the bathroom before I could ask any other questions. "Go, Roza. You don't want the water to get cold."

I did as he said, and sure enough, a steaming bath was ready for me. I quickly stripped out of my guardian uniform and climbed into the tub, groaning as I sank into the hot water. I closed my eyes, sinking as deep into the water as I could without going under.

I wasn't sure how long I was in the bath before Dimitri entered the bathroom, but my fingers and toes were starting to prune when he did. "Stand up, Roza," he murmured. "It's time for your next surprise."

I did as he said and stepped out of the bath, taking the towel Dimitri was holding. I dried off as Dimitri drained the tub. He turned back to face me, taking the towel from me so that I was standing naked in front of him. I watched him watching me, my body flushing as he took in my appearance.

"Like what you see?" I whispered.

"Always," he murmured back.

I took a step closer to him. "I appreciate what you're doing, but all I want right now is for you to fuck me."

Dimitri smiled. "Tempting, but that'll have to wait."

I pouted.

"You're cute when you pout."

"I'm always cute."

Dimitri laughed before taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom. The bedroom was bathed in candlelight, not enough to make the room bright, but enough for our eyes. At the foot of our bed, there was a padded massage table. I stopped, staring at it.

"That wasn't there before," I said, looking back at Dimitri.

"It wasn't there before," he confirmed, a smile on his lips. He led me to the massage table, stopping beside it. "Lay face up."

I did as he said, climbing onto the table. I laid as he said, the cool air making my nipples hard.

"Relax, Roza," Dimitri murmured from above my head. "I'm going to take care of you."

I heard a bottle squirting before Dimitri's hands were massaging my shoulders and pecs, working out the kinks. I let out a soft moan as he continued to work my shoulders, relaxing on the table. As he continued the massage, pausing every so often to add more oil to his hands, his hands came closer to my chest, and I arched my back. But Dimitri's hands didn't touch me there, stopping after just barely brushing the swell of my breast.

He moved on to my arms, massaging the sore muscles before moving on to my legs. His hands started low, massaging my feet, and he slowly moved upward, adding more oil as needed. I groaned whenever he hit a particularly sore area. His hands eventually ended up on my thighs, and I shifted on the table. I could feel myself growing wet, and I shifted again, needing his fingers in my most sensitive place.

"Stay still, Roza," Dimitri scolded lightly.

"Please," I begged.

"Please, what?" Dimitri asked, and I knew without looking that he had a smirk on his face.

"You know what," I snapped, squirming again under his gaze.

"I said, stay still," he said, reaching up and lightly hitting my clit.

Pleasure rushed through me, and my back arched again as I moaned.

"Did you like that, Roza?" Dimitri murmured.

I nodded frantically, my hips moving again, hoping for more contact.

"You're insatiable," Dimitri said, humor in his voice. I felt the tips of his fingers at my entrance before he slowly pushed one inside of me. "And so wet for me."

He quickly added a second finger, curling them inside of me as I moaned again. A garbled version of his name left my mouth as he continued to finger me. All too soon, he was removing his fingers, and I sighed.

"Scoot down, Roza," he murmured. "To the edge."

I did as he said until my legs hung completely off the edge of the table, and I was barely still lying on it. I heard him move to the end of the table before he dropped to his knees in front of me, his mouth immediately finding my core as he began eating me out. I gripped the edge of the table as I rode his face, and his hands moved up to grab my thighs, holding them open.

I shifted, changing the angle as I moved my hands to tangle in Dimitri's hair. I tugged at it, causing him to groan, sending vibrations through me. I let out a loud moan, shifting again as I continued to grind against his face, chasing my orgasm. It didn't take long after that, and the orgasm rushed through me as I chanted Dimitri's name.

He pulled away, standing. Even in the dim light, I could see the grin on his face as he took in my disheveled state.

"Roll over, Roza," Dimitri said, his voice rough.

I did as he said, stretching lazily as I rolled over, my orgasm making my limbs loose.

"And scoot up," Dimitri added.

When I didn't move quick enough, Dimitri slapped my ass, and I groaned before scooting up the rest of the way on the table.

He added oil to his hands, starting with my feet and legs this time, before working his way upward, steadfastly ignoring my core. As he reached my lower back, I felt him climb onto the table, straddling my thighs. The cotton of his sweatpants was rough against my over-sensitized skin. I could feel his hard dick through the sweatpants and couldn't resist pushing back against him a bit.

"Roza," Dimitri growled. "I know what you're trying to do."

"Is it working?"

Dimitri didn't answer as he continued to work over my back, massaging out the kinks in my upper back. I moaned as his thumbs worked a spot just below my neck.

"That feels so good," I said with a sigh.

Dimitri continued to massage my back, eventually working down to my lower back. A moment later, he climbed off the table, and I heard him walk away for a moment before he was back, standing next to the table.

"Lift your hips."

I did as he said, and Dimitri stuck a pillow between the table and my hips, leaving them propped up. I heard his sweatpants hit the floor before he climbed back on the table. My back arched in anticipation.

"Are you ready, Roza?"

"Please," I whispered, spreading my legs.

I felt the tip of his fingers at my entrance before he plunged two fingers inside of me, stretching me. Too quickly, his fingers were gone, but they were quickly replaced with something much better. I let out a groan as Dimitri finally sunk into me, our bodies fitting together perfectly, my back against his chest as he supported his weight on his forearms.

"You feel so good, Roza," he murmured as he pulled back and thrust back in.

I groaned, too lost in the pleasure coursing through me to form any words. I gripped the edge of the table again as Dimitri continued to thrust, the massage table squeaking underneath us.

"Dimitri, please," I whispered, unsure if I had actually spoken until he responded.

"Please, what, Roza?"

"Fuck me harder."

Dimitri laughed but obliged, and I groaned, pushing my hips back against his. He trailed kisses along my shoulders and neck, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Roza," Dimitri murmured, lightly biting my neck.

I cried out as the sensations became overwhelming, and my orgasm hit, blinding me with pleasure. Dimitri worked me through the orgasm, chasing his own release, and I could faintly hear him calling out my name as he came.

He rested there for a moment, his weight comfortable over me, before carefully pulling out and climbing off the massage table. I heard him walk away before he returned a moment later, running a damp towel over my back, my legs, between my thighs, and everywhere else, cleaning the massage oil and come from my body. I rolled over, and he wiped my front before picking me up. My arms immediately wrapped around his neck while my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bed.

He laid down with me still wrapped around him, and I adjusted so that my head was pillowed on his chest and my legs were slotted between his instead of wrapped around his waist.

"I love you," I whispered.

Dimitri kissed the top of my head. "I love you too, Roza."