Isabella steps out of the car, her white sundress flowing around her smooth thighs. The fabric is light, almost sheer under the sunlight, hugging her curves in all the right ways. Her perky breasts bounce slightly with each step, braless under the thin straps of her dress. Her round ass sways naturally, drawing eyes as she walks alongside Nathan.

"Mmm, I can’t wait for this. I’ve been so tense lately."

Nathan Chuckles, running a hand through his hair as they enter the luxurious spa.

Nathan:

"You do love your massages, huh?"

Isabella giggles, pressing close to him.

"You don’t understand how good it feels. The way their hands work every muscle, deep and slow... it’s just so relaxing."

Nathan smirks

Nathan:

"I think I’d get jealous if I wasn’t so confident in myself."

Receptionist smiles professionally as Isabella leans against the counter, her curves accentuated by the way she moves.

Receptionist:

"Welcome! How may I assist you?"

Isabella emerald eyes glimmer as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I have an appointment—Isabella Laurent. Deep tissue massage."

Receptionist nods, checking the system.

Receptionist:

"Ah, perfect. You’re in for a treat! Our 'best masseur' is available today. He’s... extremely skilled. Clients always leave feeling completely satisfied."

Nathan laughs lightly.

Nathan:

"Well, that sounds promising. She deserves the best."

Isabella smirks, though a strange chill runs through her body at the receptionist’s words.

"Of course. Lead the way."

Receptionist gestures toward a dimly lit hallway.

Receptionist:

"Room 3. Please change into the provided attire. Your fiancé can wait here."

Nathan kisses Isa cheek.

Nathan:

"Enjoy, babe."

Isabella with a playful wink, she enters the massage room. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, candles flickering softly. She slides off her sundress, revealing her smooth tanned skin, lacy white panties and a matching bra that barely contains her full breasts. Her perky nipples press slightly against the delicate fabric. She unclasps her bra, tossing it aside, then slides off her panties, gets naked and then slipping under the soft white towel. Her ass lifts slightly before she settles onto her stomach.

"Mmm, this is going to be good."

The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps echo inside.

Isabella still facing down, her voice soft and relaxed.

"You must be the best masseur they were talking about. I’m ready."

A deep, familiar voice fills the room.

Her breath catches. Her eyes widen.

"YOU—?!"

Her body freezes, yet burns at the same time. Not him. Not now. Not here. But the way her thighs clench involuntarily, she already knows—she’s in trouble.

You... You can't be here! I-I mean, this is not what I expected! This is my fiancé, Nathan... he would never understand! You have to go!

Her mind tells her to run, but her body is already tense with desire. "I-I want this... I need..." Her voice trails off as she feels his strong hands on her back. They're so rough and familiar, sending a shiver down her spine. He knows exactly how to touch her, how to make her lose control.

His deep voice murmurs, "You like it when I take charge, don't you? When I show you who's in charge?" Her breath catches, hitching as she lies still beneath his hands. She nods weakly, unable to form words. His touch is so possessive, so demanding... but so damn good.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as he thrusts his fingers inside her. "Ahh... harder..." She arches her back off the massage table, needing more of his touch. The feeling of his thick digits stretching and filling her is overwhelming, driving her wild with desire. She moans his name, helpless under his skilled hands.

Her body trembles as he continues to pleasure her. The memories of their past together flood her mind, and she realizes how much she's missed this. With Nathan, everything is safe and controlled. But with him... with User#1715548769379, she feels free, wild. She moans in agreement, her fingernails digging into the massage table as he brings her closer and closer to ecstasy.

The thought of getting a punishment sends a shiver down her spine. A part of her yearns for it, despite knowing it's wrong. But she can't resist him... not now, not here. "I belong to you," she whispers, arching her back further in invitation. "Please..."

Trembling with need and desire, she lifts the towel off her body. Naked and exposed once more beneath his hungry gaze, her heart races as he studies every inch of her skin. It's as if he can see right through her, down to her deepest desires and darkest fantasies. Her breasts tighten and ache for his touch, while her nipples peak in anticipation. "Please..." she whispers again, wanting more. More than just pleasure... She wants to feel owned, possessed. Wanted only by him.

With each thrust, her body is slammed against the massage table. She screams and arches her back in agony and ecstasy as his huge cock stretches her more than she ever thought possible. It's painful, brutal... everything she's always secretly wanted. Her nails dig into the table, leaving marks on the wood as she tries to find purchase, something to anchor herself to this feeling of complete submission and surrender.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to thrust his way deeper inside her. His grip on her legs is like iron, holding her down and claiming her as his. She can feel every inch of him, the heat and weight of him filling her completely. "Oh God... please..." Her body quakes beneath his relentless assault, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure and pain.

And with each thrust, she knows that it'

Her body arches and convulses around him as she comes undone in his rough grasp. Her voice is a hoarse growl, her eyes wild with desire as she pleads for more. "Harder..." She bites down on her lower lip to stifle her cries of pleasure, wanting this feeling of complete submission and dominance to consume her completely.

Her muscles clench tight around his invading cock, milking every last drop of his release as she trembles with the aftershocks of ecstasy. With a final, savage thrust deep into her quivering body, he comes, growling out her name in a guttural moan as he unleashes himself inside her.

Her head lolls to the side, eyes fluttering closed as she savors the feeling of being owned by him once more... if only for these precious moments.

Tears streak down her face as she feels the last echoes of pleasure fading away, leaving her aching and sore but achingly content. She lies limp on the massage table, her body feeling stretched and used in the most delicious way possible. His rough hands brush through her sweat-damp hair, softening his touch as he studies her face with a strange mix of tenderness and amusement.

Finally, she musters enough strength to speak. "You... you can't tell Nathan about this..." Her voice is hoarse, breathless from their intense encounter. "He would never understand." A tear rolls down her cheek, slipping past the corner of her mouth before she brushes it away self-consciously. "Please, don't make me choose."

Her eyes widen in fear as he speaks those words, her heart racing even faster than before. She knows what he means; she can't keep living this double life anymore. But the thought of losing him... of going back to Nathan and his safe but unsatisfying touch... it's too much to bear.

With a shaking hand, she reaches up to cup his cheek, her fingers trembling as they brush against his rough stubble. "Please," she whispers again, her voice barely more than a breath. "Don't make me choose."

Her breath catches in her throat as he says those words. She knows she can't lose him; not like this. "Please," she whispers, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I need both of you." Her fingers dig into his skin, desperate to hold on to him and the feelings he awakens inside her. "Please don't make me choose... I can't."

Isabella arches her back off the massage table, trying to breathe through his assault as he violates her mouth. Her tongue curls around his cock, desperate for relief from the intense pressure but only serving to make him harder, deeper. She whimpers and squirms beneath his brutal thrusts, feeling every inch of him stretching and filling her completely. His hands grip her hair tightly, holding her still as he takes what he wants without mercy. Her body quakes with pleasure and pain, surrendering to the primal need inside her that craves this kind of dominance.

"Yes..." Her voice is muffled by his cock as she moans around him. "Please..." She begs, arching her back further to take more of him inside her mouth. Her tongue flickers over the sensitive skin at the head of his erection, desperate for any taste other than the thick, salty pre-cum already filling her mouth. Her body trembles with need as he continues to pound into her throat, claiming her in every way possible.

Her eyes meet his as she gasps for air between his brutal thrusts, pleading with him silently. Her chest heaves up and down, her breasts straining against the massage table as she struggles to draw in enough breath to speak. "I need... I need both of you..." Her voice is hoarse from his rough treatment, but there's a determination in her words that she hasn't felt before.

She closes her eyes and nods slowly, making her decision. When she looks at him again, her expression is resolute. "I choose... I choose you." Her lips curl into a smile around his cock as she says the words, the warmth of them sending a shiver down his spine.

With one final thrust, he releases himself deep inside her mouth, filling her with hot cum that she struggles to swallow but refuses to choke on. She takes it all,

Caught between her desire for both men and the impending confrontation with Nathan, she struggles to gather herself enough to leave the room. "I-I need some time," she stammers out, her voice hoarse from their encounter. "To think... to figure this all out." She presses a shaking hand against his chest, hoping he'll understand and give her the space she needs.

But as she stands there, trembling with emotion and uncertainty, she knows that no matter what decision she makes, her life will never be the same again. The shadow of their forbidden love hangs heavy in the air, threatening to consume them both unless they can find a way out into the light.

Trembling with fear but determination, she grabs the towel off the floor and wraps it around herself as best she can before opening the door. With shaking hands, she reaches for the doorknob, praying that she's making the right choice and not ruining everything she has left.

Taking a deep breath, she turns the knob and steps out into the hallway. Nathan sits on a nearby couch, flipping through a magazine and chuckling to himself. His eyes widen when he sees her walking towards him, naked except for the towel and clearly upset. Her heart pounds in her chest as she approaches him.

"Nathan," she says softly, trying to meet his gaze but feeling more exposed than ever before. "We need to talk."

Her heart races and her mouth goes dry as she stands before him. Her mind reels with what to say, how to explain everything that's happened in the past few hours. But one thought keeps coming back, over and over: She can't go back to the way things were before. No matter what happens now, their lives will never be the same.

She takes a deep breath and musters up all of her courage. "I'm sorry, Nathan," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "But I can't do this anymore." Tears well up in her eyes as she searches his face for any sign of understanding or hope.

Her heart races and her face flames as she's pulled closer to him. The warmth of his lips on hers sends a shiver down her spine, stirring up a mix of desire and despair. She knows this is wrong, that Nathan can see them, but the feel of his body pressed against hers makes it hard to think straight. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself in this whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

When they finally pull apart, he meets her gaze defiantly, determination etched into every line of his face. "I want you, Isabella," he whispers roughly. "And I always will." A tear trails down his cheek, but it's clear in his eyes that he won't let anything come between them again.

Her heart pounds in her chest as Nathan looks between them, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. "Is this true?" he asks hoarsely, his voice breaking on the last word. He looks at her pleadingly, searching for any sign that this is all some twisted game, that they can go back to how things were before. But she knows she can't lie to him now; not anymore.

"I... I don't know," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I just know that..." Her voice trails off as she glances at User#1715548769379 again, the fire in his eyes still burning brightly despite everything. She swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat. "It's complicated," she manages to say finally.

Nathan's face crumples then, and he looks away with

Nathan's face crumples then, and he looks away with tears in his eyes. For a moment, she thinks he might lash out, accuse her of betrayal or demand answers. But instead, he sighs heavily and shakes his head, looking defeated. "I don't know what to say," he whispers hoarsely, finally meeting her gaze again. "I thought... I thought we were happy." His voice cracks on the last word, and a single tear slides down his cheek before he turns away, searching for something or someone else to focus on.

The tension between them thickens as they stand there awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say or do next. But despite everything that's happened, the feelings she has for both of them still linger beneath the surface, refusing to be ignored any longer.