I've been pent up for far so long that my hormones are going out of balance. So, I decide to visit a massage parlor that my best friend has recommended to me, hoping that I can completely get rid of the sense of emptiness that's inside me.

When the young and well-built masseuse begins caressing me with his scalding palms, I feel the flames of lust burning brighter within me to the point they are about to swallow my rationality whole…

Ever since I began exploring my sensual side, a door had opened to a whole new realm, and there was no turning back.

I craved the tremors that crawled across my skin and the thrill of losing control. It shattered my dull, ordinary life. Even the hollow ache that followed a climax felt like a beautiful kind of torment.

But eventually, that void became too deep for my husband, Julien Barry, to fill. The longing turned into a fire that scorched me every single day.

Julien tried everything—toys, new positions, exploring every inch of my body—but nothing worked for long.

He told me that I had an insatiable appetite and no man could ever satisfy me.

When my best friend, Elaina Rivers, heard about my situation, she recommended a professional massage therapy center to help channel my desires. She claimed it was the perfect remedy to cure me.

The loneliness and the constant, unmet hunger were becoming unbearable.

After a lot of back-and-forth in my head, I decided to give it a shot.

The massage therapy center was tucked away at the end of a narrow alley. Inside, the lighting was dim and moody, and the decor was simple yet elegant.

A female receptionist led me to a private room. It was sparse, with just a single massage table and a wooden cabinet topped with various glass jars.

I changed into the disposable underwear provided by the center.

The top was little more than a scrap of fabric that barely covered the peaks of my breasts, leaving the lower half completely exposed to the air. The panties were a sheer, delicate mesh that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

To my shame, the mere friction of the fabric against my skin triggered a physical reaction.

My breasts reacted instantly to the touch of the fabric, my arousal starkly apparent. My underwear was already moist, offering only a translucent veil over my most private curves.

I felt like asking the receptionist for a set of clothes, but deep down, I knew it would be useless.

I tried to calm myself down.

The therapist would be a woman anyway, so there was nothing to be ashamed of. After all, I was here for treatment.

But when the door was pushed open, and I caught sight of the therapist, my heart sank.

Before I came here, Elaina hadn't mentioned that they had male therapists here.

He looked to be in his 20s, fit and athletic, with a clean-cut look and a friendly face. He wore a simple black tank top that did nothing to hide his broad chest and the sharp definition of his abs.

As soon as he walked in, I instinctively pressed my legs together and crossed my arms over my chest.

I could feel his intense gaze on me, as if his eyes could burn right through the little clothing I had left.

Being watched like that felt even more intimate than being touched.

Just as I was about to get up and call the whole thing off, he spoke. "Ms. Jemma Ferrell, right? Hi, my name is Liam Phillips. I'm therapist number seven. It's a pleasure to meet you."

His voice was smooth and gentle.

After introducing himself, Liam walked toward me. His smile was kind, with a boy-next-door charm.

I relaxed slightly, though I still stammered, "C-Could I… change into something else?"

Since a male therapist was treating me, I figured I should change into something more decent.

But Liam just smiled and gently took my hand, which was covering my chest.

"It's okay. I understand," he said.

His gentle voice played with my willpower, which was already being tormented by a deep sense of emptiness.

"You're here because of your addiction, so it's perfectly normal for your body to lose control. After all, that's exactly why I'm here, isn't it?"

As Liam spoke, he moved my hand aside, leaving my chest completely exposed to his gaze.

He didn't do anything inappropriate. He just held my hand and led me to the edge of the table.

"Just trust me. I'm a professional. I'll take care of you."

The heat of his palm and the sight of his muscular frame made my head spin, but there was something so reassuring about his tone.

I found myself lying down, following his lead.

As I settled onto the table, the skimpy fabric shifted. My breasts spilled out of the top entirely, baring themselves to the cool air.

Aware that my chest was so revealed, a wave of heat rushed to my face.

But at the same time, the friction of the movement sent a fresh jolt of pleasure through me, making me let out a soft moan. The dampness between my legs intensified.

The empty ache was back, and it was agonizing.

However, Liam seemed unfazed by my body.

He picked up a bottle of light-red essential oil and explained calmly, "I'll start with some essential oils to relax your body and mind. It's also very good for the skin. Later, I'll use a special cream for the deep-tissue work. It'll help soothe the congestion in your system."

Liam rubbed the oil between his palms to warm it up.

Then, his hot hands pressed down against the skin of my stomach.

I tensed involuntarily.

"Don't be nervous," he said. "I'm going to start now."

At first, I couldn't help but be tense. But when I realized that Liam's focus was entirely on the task at hand, I finally began to relax.

He really was a professional.

Smiling, Liam said, "Ms. Ferrell, I don't think I've ever had a client as beautiful as you."

"Really?"

I was lost in the sensation of his strong fingers kneading my muscles. My eyes were half-closed in bliss.

At his words, I gave a shy chuckle.

"I know you're just being polite. I'm 30 now. My husband is always complaining that I'm past my prime."

"No." Liam shook his head firmly.

His hands began to wander, trailing across my skin as he spoke, as if he were touching a masterpiece.

"Your skin is as smooth as silk, just like a young woman in her 20s."

His fingers glided down to my waist, then drifted lower. "Your figure is incredible, too. It's perfectly curved."

Liam brushed the hem of my sheer panties with his fingertips, then grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

"A woman's charm lies in being curvy in all the right places. I've never cared for the ladies who try to be nothing but skin and bones."

Finally, he pulled his hands away at the perfect moment, leaving only the residual warmth of his fingers scattered across my body. The heat was so intense that it made me tremble all over.

"If I had a wife as gorgeous as you, I'd never let her get so lonely that it made her sick."

Whether it was his seductive, honeyed words or his expert touch, I felt a fever rising in my blood. My cheeks flushed, and when I turned my head away, damp strands of hair clung to my cheeks.

I didn't even realize that his words alone were giving me a rush I'd never felt before.

Dazed, I looked up at him, waiting for what came next.

Liam stood and reached for a jar of white cream. As he rubbed it between his palms, he said, "The essential oil was just to get you relaxed. Now, I'll begin the real treatment.

"This is our signature cream, specially formulated for your condition. But for this to work, I'll need to touch some of your sensitive areas. Is that okay with you, Jemma?"

The way he suddenly switched to calling me by my first name left my heart in a flutter.

Since turning 30, I hadn't been treated with this kind of tenderness by anyone.

"Yeah, go ahead," I replied.

Liam blinked in thought at me. "Alright. We'll start with the chest."

After saying that, he reached out his large, cream-covered hands. This time, they cupped both of my breasts fully.

The cream had a faint herbal scent and felt cool against my skin.

The contrast between the heat of his palms and the chill of the cream stimulated the tips of my breasts.

I couldn't help but look down. The white cream was spread across my chest, smeared thin by his large hands as they kneaded and rubbed the soft flesh.

The sight was incredibly lewd.

It looked exactly as if that stuff had been smeared all over my chest.

A soft moan escaped me, followed immediately by a wave of shame.

God, how could I make a sound like that?

I bit my lip hard.

Liam noticed my embarrassment and said gently, "It's okay. If it feels good, let it out. You're here to let go, aren't you?"

My last shred of inhibition crumbled. As he worked, I let out a series of short, suggestive moans.

The fire inside me was roaring now, and that hollow ache was threatening to consume me entirely.

I was losing control.

Liam spread his fingers, fully anchoring his hands around my breasts. He kneaded them in a rhythmic, circular motion, his palm pressing down on my tips with every single turn.

As he pressed harder, I watched as my breasts were forced into different shapes.

Heat flushed across my face, and the embers of my desire roared into a full-blown blaze.

My breathing hitched, and my moans grew more uninhibited and desperate.

"Jemma," Liam said softly, "you have some congested lumps here. If we don't treat this properly, you'll be very prone to breast diseases in the future."

"I see… Please… keep going," I managed to choke out.

I heard the small massage table creak under the weight of his movements. And yet, the sensation of being so meticulously massaged left me addicted.

Suddenly, his hands pulled away.

I snapped my eyes open and looked at him with a dazed, confused expression. "What's wrong?"

Only then did I realize my voice was trembling.

"I just need more cream," Liam said, scooping out another dollop of the white cream. "I'll be working on your thighs now. Please recline slightly on the pillow."

"Okay."

Even though I was still shy, the anticipation of his touch had completely eclipsed my sense of shame.

Following his instructions, I sat up slightly.

As I looked down, I saw that my chest was coated in the white cream. When the air hit my skin, it sent a cooling shiver through me.

Fingerprints were left scattered across my chest, and the tips were glistening with moisture. Anyone could see that I had been toyed with.

But I had no idea this was only the beginning.

Liam kneeled on the table. Before I could react, he used his knees to force my legs wide apart into an M-shape.

My damp lower body was laid completely bare.

The flimsy mesh of my panties was already soaked through, clinging to me and hiding absolutely nothing.

The sheer vulnerability of the position sent a spike of panic through me.

I instinctively tried to sit up and cover myself, but Liam stopped me and gently pressed me back down onto the table.

"Jemma, please. Relax. Don't move. The next part is the most critical part of the treatment. If we stop now, all the progress we've made will be wasted. Trust me. I'm a professional."

I tried to steady my racing heart.

A moment later, his large hands slid along the insides of my thighs, applying gentle pressure.

Every few strokes, his fingers would graze against my center.

It felt like a beautiful tease, but to me, it was a devil's whisper I had no power to resist.

My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it might burst. Every fiber of my being was screaming for him to be bolder.

As if reading my mind, Liam pressed one palm down firmly while sinking two fingers of his other hand into my center.

He applied firm pressure with his fingertips.

An involuntary, stifled moan broke from my lips. "Ah… I-Is this right? I don't want this…"

"Don't worry, Jemma. This is part of the treatment. Tell me, can you feel that emptiness inside you beginning to fill?"

Liam used one hand to pin my squirming hips to the table, while the other pressed deeper.

I lost all track of time, unable to tell how long his fingers had been lingering there. All I knew was that the tide of lust had pulled me under.

I could only answer him with raw, primal honesty. "Yes… I… ah… I feel it…"

My whole body was shaking. I found myself arching my back, my hips swaying instinctively to meet his fingers.

"Mm…"

My sanity was teetering on the edge of a total collapse. A broken whimper slipped from my throat.

I found myself aching for him to take it even further.

Liam suddenly leaned over, pressing his entire body weight against mine. I could feel the hard line of his desire pressing right against me.

"I'll save you, Jemma. Just leave it to me." His hot breath fanned against my ear.

Suddenly, he nipped gently at my earlobe.

A soft, coquettish hum escaped through my nose. "I… I feel so strange… ah…"

I bit my lip, unable to say the words, but my body said them for me as I ground my hips against him, desperate for relief.

"I understand, Jemma."

Liam flashed a satisfied smile. The docility in his eyes was slowly being replaced by a flickering sense of danger.

With one swift motion, he pulled the damp, useless fabric of my panties to the side, revealing my slick terrain beneath.

"Enjoy your final treatment, Jemma."

Liam let out a low chuckle before beginning his slow, steady invasion.