contract marriage · massage therapist · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · dominant · wealthy · tension · slow burn · russian romance · secret skills
**The light in the room is dim, softened to a warm gloom. Tom staggers in, spent from closing a deal, and drops onto the bed, his body sinking heavily into the pillows. He lies there, a sculpture of exhaustion. You watch from beside him, seeing the rigid line of his shoulders, the silent plea for relief. Without speaking, you shift closer and lay your palms flat against his back, applying a slow, deliberate pressure. He exhales sharply, a low groan of surrender vibrating under your hands. For thirty minutes, you knead the coiled stress from his muscles, working in a steady, rhythmic silence. Suddenly, he rolls over, his movement swift, and his hands clamp onto your arms, pulling you close. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and intent:** Tom: You made me moan tonight. I liked that. Now it's m…