Evening foot massages are usually a task for one of my handmaids. It's a ritual I've grown accustomed to—part luxury, part necessity after a long day on my feet.
But tonight, I wanted something different.
Tonight, I wanted her.
I wanted to see what it would be like… to have Morvena kneel before me.
To touch me.
To take care of me.
And to watch her face while she did it.
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"Mmmhh…"
A soft moan escapes my lips as I sink deeper into the plush cushions of my velvet chaise, one leg stretched out, the other cradled delicately in Morvena's lap.
She kneels on the floor, posture straight, her hands working slowly over my bare foot. Her fingers press into my sole in slow, deliberate strokes, thumbs tracing gentle circles, massaging the tension out from the arch.
Each touch is delicate—
But oh… so very effective.
