Massage

I sat there as he worked his hands on me and occasionally I would let out a barely audible moan.

'So, he's supposedly already gotten a girlfriend over the weekend. I can't believe it, how could he have coincidentally gotten one just after I asked him about it Friday?!

Tch! Whatever! I'll just have to create some kind of crack for me to slip into. He's not a flawless man after all. 

Even though he said I wasn't someone he should date, he still stared at me with that lewd look occasionally.

At the very least I know I'm a temptation to him, if only sexually at the moment.

But no matter! That's how all "love at first sight" occurs, no? Lusting towards another's appearance before finally getting to truly know them.'

"Ethan, I'm amazed by how exceptional your massaging skills are!"

I turned back a bit to see him smile a bit, clearly proud of his work. I was a little enthralled by that, but it only hardened my resolve to take him as my own.

"Thanks, Emma, I'm glad I could help. Do you need anything else?"

'Fufu~ Just what I wanted him to say!'

"Oh yeah, actually do you think you could do my entire back as well? I'm still feeling stiff in quite a few places."

I laid down on the sofa, presenting a very vulnerable side of myself to him. I need him to be more conscious of me.

"Sure, but is it actually alright?"

I turned to look at him to notice the tinge of hesitation from him. In response, I inquired with a questionable tone. My emotions were spiking around at the thought that he would refuse to massage me, but I managed to calm them down enough to at least at a question relatively normally.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, would your husband mind? I know how aggressive and protective some people can be about their partners. They-"

I tuned out the rest of his words as my quick heartbeat slowed down and steadied out.

'Ah, so it turned out his source of worry was something so insignificant as that worthless man back at home. Hah, for a moment I thought it was some significant problem that had to do with me!

Oh, my dear, dear Ethan! Not to worry! That useless man isn't a problem too difficult to deal with! He's perhaps the least of my worries. It wasn't like I had married him for love after all.

It was simply something that benefited both of us at the time. Though he had been infatuated with me in the past I can't quite tell how it is now. 

Perhaps he lost interest in me after finally acquiring me as that golden time had passed. Occasionally he still shows some affection, but most of the time it's simply him trying to show off his control. If the request is small then I'll oblige, but anything past that and I would flat-out deny him.

He might be the "Man of the house," but I was the one who truly had the power in the household. He would never deny my requests, at least when I truly got serious about them.

But what I need to deal with now is you! How should I proceed?

Perhaps the best way would be to corrupt him! Yes… how fun it might turn out to be. Turning a man loyal to their partner into something much, much more deprived.

Heh heh, turning him into an adulterous man was an idea I had back when he was in his previous relationship, but after "the incident" I thought it would be better to gradually gain a solid foothold instead of treading on such a path.

Though of course, the only one he's allowed to go to is me! I'll make him gradually fall into a pit of depravity, lusting after me at every second.

Fufu~ Of course I'll have to start small though, at the moment I must make him feel comfortable simply touching me.'

When I refocused I noticed he was still ranting about how men could be protective of their partners. I felt a crack of a smile forming at the simply laughable problem he's been thinking about.

I thought for just another moment to see how I should respond. Saying, "he won't know!" adds a bit of a mischievous feel, but at the same time reveals that I might be doing such things already.

Saying, "Don't worry about it!" feels dismissive of the problem and would seem like I don't care about my husband at all. Not that I really even do, but I must keep up appearances.

Ultimately, I decided upon something a little more neutral just so he could get a feel for my body.

"Oh it's just a massage, he's not so uptight to give it mind."

With those few words, I closed my eyes and snuggled into the sofa's pillow. I lay there for a few moments with a facade of calm outwardly. Internally I was a little tense and in the back of my mind, I knew the chances of him simply declining wasn't absolutely zero.

With those fears suddenly coming to the forefront of my mind I began to adjust myself on the sofa. Under the guise of being a little uncomfortable, I shook my body a little and shifted it a bit from side to side.

If this level of enticement didn't work on him then I knew that my current plans probably won't even come to fruition. I'd either have to be more confrontational or even subtler; both of which have their own risks associated with it.

Luckily, as I was being troubled by my overthinking I felt the sensation of his warm hands appear along my back. He started below the shoulders he was working on just a minute ago. 

I held back the smile that threatened to appear on my face but was assaulted by his merciless hands that hit the right spots.

Immediately I could feel the warmth that came from his hands. The heat emanated through my clothes and at that moment I wished the blouse I wore didn't exist.

Sooner or later I started moaning lightly, and since it was the only sound in the room I knew he should've heard it.

His hands started moving down along my back as I fantasized about him potentially doing this again in the future. It's just that I would be a little less clothed and perhaps that special massage oil might even be involved.

I needed him to have more contact with me, more skinship. The more contact we have, the more he'll think of me. The more he thinks of me, the less he'll think of her.

I had my chance to get him when he was free, but I missed it and now I'll have to steal him away from someone. But I don't want to be the only active participant, I need him to come to me a few times as well. If he doesn't then I have nothing to hold on to him.

In the end, I simply want to guide him down the path of corruption. A guiding light in the shadow. I want him to feel like everything he does in the end comes from his thoughts and his alone.

***

(MC POV)

"Ahh~…..Ohh~…. Mmmh~…"

Her moans occasionally sounded out in the room as I massaged her down back. Those sounds seemed to fade away quite quickly afterward though as if signifying how alone we were at the moment.

For a few moments, the words: whatever happens in the room stays in the room, sounded in my head. I looked down at the woman, who was my supposed, boss lying completely defenseless and vulnerable on a sofa.

Emma laid on her stomach with her head resting atop her arms cushioned by a soft pillow beneath. Her back had my hands slowly maneuvering their way down by massaging the surrounding area. At this point, I was reaching her waist and soon another moan followed.

"Ahhh~♥"

The sound she made this time was a little more seductive than the last ones. My attention was focused on something else. It was something more bouncy and bubbly that only caused my arousal to increase further than it already had.

'God dammit! Emma, are you trying to seduce me or something?! You even shook your body to entice me and I have to say it worked! 

Though, I guess I could probably just be reading into this a bit too much. To be honest, it's probably that isn't it?

She's already a married woman, she shouldn't be trying to do so right? Especially after I just told her I have somebody now.'

I was originally planning to stop before I reached her derriere, but I became a little lost in my thoughts and kept going, but I realized before I got too far.

'Oh shit!'

"Ah! Sorry, Emma, I was distracted by something."

"Hmm? Oh… It's fine, we have work to do after all. We can't simply relax the entire day."

I could detect a faint hint of disappointment when I stopped, but she carried on as if it was nothing.

'Well, at least I won't have any sexual harassment accusations. But what was that just now? Was she really just disappointed that I stopped? Is she really trying to do something?! No… I'm probably just overthinking.

When a barista smiles at a customer it doesn't mean they're interested, it's part of her job. She's probably just disappointed that I stopped massaging her, that's all.'

"I'm ready, what am I going to do today?"

She slowly stood up with a smile beside me and started stretching. I wasn't ready for her to get up yet as I was still somewhat aroused, but as she stood I covered the slight tent that was forming from my pants to not arouse any suspicions.

"Ahh, that was really satisfying. I should have you massage me more often.

As for today's work, let's go back to my desk first. I'm sure there's plenty to do."

She walked back over with long strides and I silently followed behind all the while trying to make the hands that covered my groin as inconspicuous as possible. 

"So what else do you need from me? You said that I would be here all day right? Surely it wasn't just for me to come and give you a little massage right?"

"Of course not! Now here take these papers and do them."

She pulled out a small stack of papers that looked eerily identical to the ones that I usually do in that distant corner. As soon as I saw what those papers were I was a bit confused.

"Eh? Huh?"

"What's wrong Ethan?"

"Isn't this just what I normally do? Why did you change my workplace all of a sudden? What was the point? Couldn't I have just done it back in that corner then?"

Her face dimmed a bit as she turned to me with a slightly stern expression.

"No, I said that you were going to stay in my office the entire day, do you understand?"

"Well, is there any reason that I had to be moved? I'm just curious that's all."

Her expression softened a little and a caring smile adorned her face.

"Ethan, we're at work you know? I shouldn't be able to see you and Hannah fooling around like that. Both you and your girlfriend could get into some trouble, don't you know? Openly showing love in the company isn't allowed."

'Girlfriend? Hannah? Haha, seems like Emma misunderstood.'

I smirked as I realized she had got it all wrong. I down on her in her seat and my smile only widened as I thought about what face she would make when I told her the reality.

"Emma… Hannah isn't my girlfriend. We've only ever been friends. It was actually someone else that I met."

 I was expecting maybe a little blush of embarrassment as her assumption was wrong or maybe a slightly shocked look. Instead, she simply stared at me, but there was something different about this look she was giving me.

Her eyes felt dull and lifeless, at times it even felt almost maniacal. 

The silence that followed my words didn't feel right, but just before I was about to excuse myself to the bathroom for some relief from this situation she spoke.

"Ethan, would you mind telling me a little about her?"