92. Massage Test

"Where are we? Daphne, are you out of your mind!! You plan to keep us in this prison.." Christopher shouted in outrage as he pointed his wand at Harry and Daphne.

"No Chris.. stop, don't do something you will regret.. Harry, please explain clearly.." Isabel immediately held Christopher's hand to prevent him from firing any spell.

"Seriously, you are questioning me!! It was you who said I was naive to talk to you in you home under your wards. So now we are here.. The place I'm sure you have not control over.

Now stop doing this and talk to me like a man." Harry said coldly seeing him ponting his wand at Daphne.

Christopher still didn't lower his wand making him even more angry. Harry waved his wand taking away his wand before he could blink, placing him in full body bind and dropping on the floor bound and in horror.

Harry walked to him and squatted in front of him, looking directly in his eyes. " I have been talking to you nicely and proving my intentions and capabilities to you, just because you are her father and her husband. Don't take my kindness for my weakness and never ever dare to point your wand at them." He took a deep breath before apologising to Daphne and Isabel for his behaviour.

" Christopher, I'm releasing you from your bind. I hope you will listen and understand everything we have to say. Isabel loves you alot, Daphne and Astoria also love you a lot. Don't make it difficult for the three of them.

Calm down and think rationally." Harry said before releasing Christopher with a wave of his wand. He also gave his wand to Daphne to hold.

They all sat down cross legged on the clean ground.

" Christopher, your concerns are genuine. But the contracts I had them sign has clauses that protect them from any unscrupulous demands and manipulations. Trust your daughter and wife to not jeopardize their lives, dignity and house.

Me and Daphne have not spent much time together, but these 3-4 months have made us very precious to each other. She is someone I can trust with my life and more and I won't ever ruin this by making her or her family, that she loves very much, unhappy.

This here is the copy of contract Daphne and Isabel have signed. I didn't feel the need to make Astoria sign it for now but maybe I will after I have cured her of her illness, before her Hogwarts.

Read your own contract carefully but know this, I'm not letting you go without signing this contract." Harry said seriously and let the three of them talk and discuss.

Christopher finally signed the contract and also apologized to Daphne for his behaviour. Harry portaled the three of them back to their home as he got ready for his last massage class with Olivia.

Apparating near her apartment, he rang the doorbell.

"You are here.. come in." Olivia said opening the doors for him.

"What is so special today that you asked me to come alone, you are not having some naughty thoughts, right?" Harry made a mock terrified face.

"You wish.." Olivia scoffed playfully before turning serious, " today's your final exams. You will give me massage and your lessons will end today only if you pass the standards which I have set for you and it's a very high standard.

Now treat me like I don't know anything about massage and start my therapy."

Harry too adopted a professional expression, his face adorning a warm, kind and charming smile. Olivia would never admit that she was dazed looking at that smile.

Harry introduced himself before asking questions regarding the preference, what kind of massage, any elergy, any spot, any oil and all. While doing all that he was also waving his hand and casting some self created spells just for the purpose of massage.

First spell was to let him know which scent the target would feel most pleased with, second to let him spot the sore points of the body.

Harry asked her to change in towels and lie down while he started mixing and making massage oil just for Olivia's body. He also used his aura to make her feel good, relaxed, free.

Olivia was feeling as if she was being gently caressed and massaged by many pairs of hands. The scent was so pleasant, so nice. Every spot Harry touched, she felt as if every cells were smiling delightfully. Every muscle fibre was being repaired and relaxed, her senses as if on heaven. She felt her nerves being stimulated and comforted in an repeating cycle. Blood rushed to her neck, ears and cheeks as she also felt arousal and couldn't stop the moan that escaped but she couldn't stop him as she never wanted to stop feeling this amazing, wonderful and out of the world sensation. She could feel the wetness and even herself reaching the limit because of the pleasures but surprisingly she had never felt this peaceful, relaxed, happy, free, light and calm in her life. She felt as if there were some shackles on her from the moment she was born and Harry's massage while not being able to break it, was loosening its binding. She just let it go, no longer caring about Harry's reaction or the future embarassment as she felt it was natural. She released herself and fell into a comfortable sleep.

What she didn't know was that Harry was standing there looking at her, wide eyed. But it was not because of the oily shene on her fair and beautiful body, not because of those curves, not because of her deep breaths or her moans and also not because of the wet towel and the puddle on the massage table.

His was shocked, dumbfounded, gobsmacked and in disbelief because his massage had just transformed Olivia...