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After dinner, Isis told Gage she would take care of cleaning up so he could go to relax after working all day. He had never been with anyone that was this way. Summer was never attentive, bossier and less of a homemaker. Slowly he was seeing what it was like with a woman who didn’t demand or want anything from him. Was this what a genuine relationship was? He became more intrigued by Isis each day.

“Gage, sweetie, I’m finished. If you’re not busy, I would love to do the next part of what I had planned for tonight. If you will give me a few minutes, I’ll go get it ready.”

She stood next to him with her hands behind her in a perfect dancer position, waiting for his approval. Gage realized he sort of liked her being a little subservient to him. He must not have had many people serving him out of kindness.

Isis went to his bedroom and set up candles in the bathroom and around his room. In the tub, she added a milk bath bomb and turned on the jets. She had got massage oil and downloaded soft music to her phone. She always liked the Kenny G Breathless album. She was a fan of 90s tunes and thought the soft saxophone music was perfect for the setting. She knew Gage liked metal, but he might enjoy something more relaxing after a long travel month.

Going back to the living room, he was waiting for her while watching TV. She went over, taking his hand to pull him away.

“Can I pamper you? I know you’ve been working hard in the ring and backstage. It must be a lot of stress. It’s time someone takes care of you, my king,” she whispered.

Isis pulled his hand up to her lips, kissing his knuckles with a look of desire behind her eyes. Gage stood and rubbed her cheek, following her as she walked backward toward the bedroom.

Leading him to the room, Gage could hear the soft music playing as the low light from the candles flickered.

“What is this?” he asked.

“This is giving to someone because you want to. Not because you have to. Let me remove those clothes. I ran a bath so you can relax.”

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt as Gage stood in awe. No one had ever done this for him. No one ever did anything for him other than his close family and friends, without wanting something in return, and he didn’t understand how to react.

Isis kept looking into his eyes as she released each button with care. “Gage, do you realize you have the most amazing eyes?”

She leaned up on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek while pushing the fabric of his dress shirt away from his massive chest. Making her way around his body with the slow graceful movements of a dancer, Isis led Gage to the bed, then removed his shoes and socks. Massaging his calves and feet, he let out a relaxed sigh. Pulling him back to standing, Isis pulled his shirt from his body and worked her way around him, kissing his back tenderly and over his biceps as she went.

Running her fingers slowly over him, Isis went to remove his pants. Gage stood calmly, still letting her treat him. His breathing slowed and relaxed. He leaned his head back as Isis caressed his chest while removing the rest of the garments.

“Isis, why are you doing this?” he asked.

“I don’t need a reason. I told you, Gage, I love you. This is what you do for people you care for. Come to the bath. I’ll wash you. Just enjoy this.”

With the soft music and dim lights surrounding them, they felt like no one was in the universe but them. Isis tested the water and moved him to get in the bath. As he sat in the warm, milky bath, he could feel every muscle relax. The ease from the stress he felt over years seemed to melt away. Letting out a slow breath, he rested back into the water, letting his head fall back onto the side of the tub. Taking a towel, she rolled it to cradle his head and smoothed her hand over his long hair.

Taking a sponge and washing him slowly in areas she could reach without getting wet, he moaned in delight at her soft touch. Being fully clothed, she was careful with her movements. She took a cup and washed his hair, massaging his head, neck, and shoulders as steam floated around him.

“Mmm... that feels so good. Your hands are magic, baby. I could get used to this.” He let out a sigh and relaxed into her caress.

Whispering to him, she excused herself. “I’ll let you relax. When you’re ready, I’ll be in the bedroom. Just wear a towel so I can give you a massage. Enjoy, my king.”

She kissed his temple and stepped from the room.

Gage rested for a while until the water cooled slightly. Isis had gone to the other room, changing into a see-through black sheer floor-length robe that tied around the waist with a silk ribbon. Isis knew Gage liked her naked, and the candles had warmed the room enough for her to keep from being cold.

She set up massage oils next to his bed and turned down the blankets, only leaving the sheets. When he came out in just a towel, he leaned on the door frame, watching her sway to the music with her eyes closed and arms wrapped around herself. He walked over and took her hands, pulling them around his neck. Isis’s eyes slowly closed, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“I like this little black robe. It’s sexy.” He said, touching the silk of the ribbon.

Isis took his fingers in hers. Leading him to the bed. “I bought it for you, Sir. I wanted to surprise you. I know you like me naked, but this is a little fabric to keep me warm. Lay down on your stomach, please.”

She removed his towel, instructing him to lie on the bed. Revealing his perfectly sculpted bottom, she bit her lip, admiring the perfection of his body. Seeing his beautiful physique under the candlelight sent chills over her entire body. Almost distracted by the sight, she went to the oils and lotions and mixed them in her hands, warming them before touching his skin.

“Tell me if you want more pressure or a softer massage.”

She got up next to him on the bed and began massaging his back as Gage melted into her kneading hands. She had treated herself to plenty of massages over the years in the spa near her home, so she had learned some things. It always made her sore dancer’s body feel relaxed. Isis ran her hands firmly over his body, noticing scars he must have got over the years in the ring.

Slowly, she traced them over with her fingertips, imagining each one telling a story. Several stuck out that seemed different from the rest, and she gently traced over them with her fingertips. Feeling Gage tense from the touch, she could hear his breathing change alarmingly. She pulled her fingers back and quickly he relaxed once more. Why were these different, and why did he tense when she touched them?

“What secrets are you hiding, my love?” she whispered to herself.

From his back, legs, arms, hands, and feet; she massaged firmly and gently. Isis could feel his tense body relax over her touch and moans of relaxation escape him. As she made her way back to his broad back, she sat next to him, softly caressing his skin with her fingertips. Leaving tender kisses across Gage’s shoulders, and slowly ended the massage.

She laid her head on his back, running her fingers over it in a gentle swirl. She could hear his breath, slow and even. The pang of want hit her like a stone. All she wanted was his love. The only gift she needed from him.

“Are you asleep?” she whispered.

“No. Just enjoying your touch. This was wonderful. No one has ever done anything like this for me.” Gage felt a lump in his throat again and fought to keep his composure.

“Do you want me to go so you can rest?” Isis said, hoping he asked her to stay.

“No, stay with me. I need you right now.” He turned over and pulled her into his embrace.

She snuggled into him, massaging his chest with her hand.

Without notice, he turned and pushed her down against the bed gently.

Now it was his turn to play...

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