Page 72 of Bride By Initiation

Renzo declares in an Italian accent, "Easy. We're just going to give you a massage."

I take a deep breath and slowly release it.

Four hands glide across my skin, kneading my muscles. At first, it's nice, like an upscale massage. Within a few minutes I relax, enjoying it as if I were at a spa.

Then things take a turn. Someone's hands, I don't know whose, move closer toward my breasts as two other hands reach between my thighs and widen them.

I inhale sharply.

Mila's voice murmurs close to my head, "Don't tense up. This is a massage."

I try to relax again, but it soon becomes clear this is not like a normal massage.

Someone's hands, I believe they're Renzo's, glide upward, stopping an inch from my pussy, teasing the skin until my blood runs hot.

Another pair of hands trails the sides of my breasts, sliding between the sheet and my skin, getting closer to my nipples.

I try to squeeze my legs together, but I can't. Renzo's hands hold them apart as his thumb circles right next to my growing dampness.

I open my eyes, staring at the floor, my breathing ragged.

Hot breath hits my pussy, and I lift my head off the pad, but someone pushes it back down.

"Relax," Renzo orders in an authoritative tone.

"I can't," I admit.

Hands rub my neck behind my ears.

Tingles race down my spine.

Another breath of air teases my most intimate parts, but nothing touches it.

Renzo declares, "Her pussy's hot. Her husband will approve."

Panic slaps me. I try to lift my head again, but a palm quickly presses it down, keeping it in place.

Mila's hot breath tickles my ear. Her hand travels down my spine, and she murmurs, "Relax, kitten. No one wants a dry bride."

The more I fight, the more they warn me.

Renzo asserts, "We have a deadline to meet. The longer we're here, the more they know you're resisting. I suggest you relax and let us do our job."

I finally cave, and I hate myself for it. My juices pool on the table without anyone touching the parts that normally make them wet.

Renzo lowers his head and sniffs near my ass, rubbing my upper thighs, close to being sexual but never touching my pussy.

Heat courses through my body, and I feel slightly dizzy.

"Time for your wax," Mila softly states as something hot drips all over the back of my thighs and buttocks, then the strip is applied.

Someone pulls it, and I yelp, unprepared.

Within a minute, they're done.

"Get on all fours," Renzo orders.

Horror fills me. I've had Brazilian waxes before, but it's always been by somebody I know, and never a man.

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