Chapter 91: The Massage That Went Too Far

It had been a few minutes since Cassian started massaging Katherine, and now he was working on her legs. He could clearly see the effects of his upgraded massage skill. A lot more sweet sounds escaped from Katherine's lips as he worked, and her body responded even more intensely to his touch.

She seemed to melt under his hands, relaxing deeply and gradually yielding to his touch as if his hands commanded her submission.

"Ahhh..." Katherine tried to suppress her moans, hiding her face behind a book and pretending to read. But she couldn't fully contain them, her mouth betraying her with each exhale. Even in her thoughts, she couldn't hold back, biting her lip with a glint of excitement in her eyes. 'He's gotten so good... how?

Did he practice on someone else behind my back?' But she quickly dismissed the idea, confident that with the special "treats" she'd been offering him, Cassian wouldn't be tempted to look for another owner to satisfy his hunger.

And even if he did stray, she could always punish him and then reward him afterward—like the reward she saw in his lustful gaze right now.

Ever since Cassian realized that the massage techniques included the more intimate aspects, like fingering her, he couldn't shake a nagging curiosity. Why was Katherine so comfortable with him doing this? She was a married woman, and even if it was all under the guise of a massage, surely there should have been some boundaries.

"My lady, I have a question. It's a bit personal—may I ask?" he said, lifting her skirt to reveal her smooth, milky-white thighs.

"Mmm..." Katherine kept her lips tightly sealed, not daring to open her mouth for fear of letting out an even louder moan than she already had.

Cassian, despite the apparent green light, hesitated before speaking. "Isn't the part I was confused about... well, it's a very private area. Shouldn't it be something only your husband sees and touch?"

Katherine felt a twinge of annoyance at his question, thinking, 'Can't he just enjoy the treats... so many questions..' But she maintained her smile and replied, "Oh, it is. But among nobles, we can show such areas to healers or those who treat our bodies—physicians, you might say." She turned her gaze from the book to him, adding, "You fall into that category, Cassian. You're addressing my...

ailments, so don't worry. Touch me however you need to—it's all for my well-being."

'That's understandable,' Cassian thought, feeling convinced as he nodded.

Katherine, seeing that he was satisfied with her explanation, hid her face behind her book again, a wide smile spreading across her lips. 'Yes, touch your mistress however you like, my sweet little puppy... I won't mind, even if you're a bit rough...'

Cassian now had what felt like the ultimate free pass, an opportunity to explore his lady's body without restriction. And he wasn't going to let it go to waste. He cleared his throat and said, "Then, my lady, please lie on the bed. It's a bit uncomfortable to continue the massage this way..."

Katherine didn't hesitate. She even took off her skirt before lying down on her stomach, revealing her perfectly shaped backside, the gentle curve of her back, and the way her shoulders rested high on the pillows like breasts.

Cassian didn't waste any time, starting with a massage on her thighs, just below her backside, savoring the sensation as his fingers sank into the soft fullness. His hands roamed with disguised intent, moving up to her buttocks, kneading them with the same greedy grip.

This time, his fingers dug deeper into her soft, yet firm flesh, and he couldn't help but crave the feeling of pressing his face against them.

He had done that before, but every time the desire returned, stronger than before. Yet, today wasn't the right moment, with Katherine still awake. But he had even more exciting prospects to look forward to, so he pushed aside the thought of burying his face against her.

With a mix of care and hidden intent, he thoroughly massaged her thighs and then her waist before asking her to turn over and lie face up, ready to continue his work from the front.

Cassian moved on to massage her stomach after finishing with her thighs, saving the more intimate areas for later. The skin of her stomach was softer than her thighs, yielding easily under his hands as he explored her curves. He was surprised by how her waist maintained its shape despite the softness there.

His eyes, as usual, took in every detail—her deep navel, the hint of softness just below, and the waistband of her panties dug into it, then up from her navel to the flatter but still curvy part of her midsection that remained hidden beneath her clothes.

Even though much was covered, his gaze lingered on the sight of her ample chest, where she rested the book she pretended to read. He caught a glimpse of the title, 'The Night Torments and a Ravager', but his mind barely registered it. How could it, with his hands squeezing the most enticing curves and his imagination running wild with thoughts of Katherine's bare breasts?

'Next time, I'm definitely going to see those…' Cassian thought to himself as he finished massaging her stomach, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Then, regaining his composure, he asked, "My lady, shall I begin the final part of the massage?"

"Yeah, go ahead..." Katherine managed to keep her tone steady, though she was just as eager as Cassian. Unlike before, when he had simply used his fingers on her, now there was an actual technique behind it—one she herself had studied and even used on her own. She knew exactly what to expect, and that anticipation only heightened her excitement.

Cassian, meanwhile, was less focused on the finer points of the technique and more thrilled by the opportunity itself. He was about to touch her vagina while she was fully conscious, something he had only dared to do when she was asleep before. The excitement of doing it openly, under the guise of a "massage," made his heart race.

It wasn't just a simple thrill of doing this while she was asleep this time; it was the thrill of fingering her vagina in disguise as giving her a 'vagina massage'.

"Should I keep your panties on, my lady, or take them off?" Cassian asked, his gaze fixed on the fabric that outlined the shape of her vagina.

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"Do it however you like," Katherine replied, a hint of frustration in her voice.

Cassian, oblivious to her frustration, nodded in understanding. He gently spread her legs, guiding them into an 'M' shape. Her thighs parted to reveal the soft, creamy skin of her inner thighs, where a faint blush of warmth could be seen.

With his fingers tracing the waistband of her panties, he hooked his thumbs around the thin bands resting against her love handles. He took a moment to savor the feel of her warm skin beneath the fabric, letting his touch linger before he began to slowly slide the garment down.

The delicate material peeled away from her skin, revealing inch by inch the soft, unblemished curve of her lower belly and the swell of her hips.

As her panties descended past her thighs, he could feel Katherine's scent filling the air—a heady, feminine aroma that made him inhale deeply with a smile. It was as if her essence had mingled with the air itself, a scent that he had become intimately familiar with over the months but never grew tired of.

Cassian carefully folded the small piece of cloth and set it aside, turning back to the sight before him with eager anticipation.

His eyes fell upon her pubic region, a neatly kept forest of soft, red curls. The hair was denser at the top, where it crowned her mound, but grew sparser along her folds, leaving the delicate outer lips mostly exposed. The slight curve of her mound gave way to her inner thighs, which framed the area perfectly.

Her lips were slightly parted, revealing a hint of pink flesh beneath, glistening ever so slightly from the warmth that radiated through her.

Cassian's gaze followed the natural line of her body downward, where her rounded buttocks met the bed. Hidden between them, just beyond his view, was her rear entrance, tucked snugly between the plump, inviting cheeks that he had become so familiar with massaging. Today, however, that wasn't his immediate focus.

Instead, he leaned in closer, running his fingers lightly over the smooth skin of her inner thighs, working his way up to the soft, sensitive folds that awaited his touch. The warmth of her skin met his fingertips as he traced the curve of her hips and the delicate dip between her thighs.

Cassian could feel Katherine's breath hitching as he applied the massage technique near her folds, his hands working skillfully around the sensitive area. He pressed into the softer part just above her lower belly, causing Katherine to arch her chest upward in a sudden jolt of surprise. He then moved his attention to gently massage the area where her reddish curls were.

'It says to insert when it's dripping wet... but it's still only a little wet,' Cassian thought, recalling that the technique required him to wait until her folds were thoroughly slick before proceeding. He watched as her folds grew more moist, her pubic hair starting to glisten, but it wasn't quite at the point the technique called for yet. Luckily, there was a method for that too.

Keeping one hand at work on the area above, his other hand moved to gently stroke her folds, alternating between soft and firmer touches. The effect was immediate—Katherine's body responded, and he soon noticed her wetness increasing, her folds starting to glisten even more as her arousal grew.

'This is so embarrassing...' Katherine thought, her cheeks tinged with a blush. Like many women, she was self-conscious about the softness of her belly, and now Cassian's hands were exploring it, making her even more aware of her insecurities.

But she held on, focusing on the sensations as Cassian's fingers finally began to glide between the folds of her wetting entrance. With each stroke, he spread them further, and as her arousal deepened, she felt his finger slip inside, making her back arch and her chest rise involuntarily.

'He won't notice this, right?' she wondered, hoping that Cassian wouldn't realize just how much his touch was affecting her. And if he did notice, she silently prayed he wouldn't bring it up—just take advantage of the situation and let her embarrassment stay unspoken.

As Cassian's finger slid deeper inside, he immediately felt the intense heat surrounding him. Her inner walls squeezed his finger tightly, pulsing with warmth that made his mind wander to how it might feel if it were his shaft instead. The thought sent a surge of desire through him, but he kept his focus, determined to follow the technique laid out in the massage book. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

With a steady breath, he gently slid in a second finger, easing it alongside the first. He adjusted his hand, angling his fingers upwards to find the specific spot the book had described—pressing firmly against the soft, slick walls until he felt a small, slightly firmer area near the top. As he applied a bit more pressure, Katherine's response was immediate and powerful.

"nghhhhh..." A loud, unrestrained moan tore from her lips, far louder than any he'd heard before. Her body reacted instinctively, her stomach muscles contracting and releasing, her chest heaving with each rapid breath. It was clear that his touch had struck a nerve.

Cassian watched her reaction with fascination, noting how her back arched and her entire body seemed to rise and fall in time with her quickened breaths. Her flushed face was still partially hidden behind the book, but the parted lips and the occasional slip of sound betrayed just how much she was struggling to hold back.

With a smirk, Cassian continued to stroke that sensitive spot inside, adjusting his rhythm to keep Katherine right on the edge, his fingers moving with a deliberate precision that matched the instructions from the book. He felt a surge of temptation as his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, the intoxicating scent only fueling his desire.

But he held back, reminding himself that this was supposed to be a "massage," and none of the techniques he had learned involved using his mouth.

Still, the idea lingered, teasing him. 'Should I?' he wondered, the desire to taste her growing stronger with every second.