Once my eyes are covered, I try to release all the tension in my shoulders. Archer has complete control over my body, and I find satisfaction in that.

Archer slathers lotion between his palms. I anticipate the coldness once he touches me, but it doesn’t come. He must’ve warmed up the bottle beforehand. His calloused hands roam over my thighs, and the rough texture feels incredible against my skin. Archer digs his thumb and fingers into my muscles, carefully massaging his way down my leg.

“Madame, you feel tense. We need to loosen you up,” he states softly. I smile at his attempt at a French accent but secretly love it.

“Yes, please. Loosen me all the way up, sir.”

Archer rubs my feet next, thoroughly massaging between each toe and digging into my heels. My feet are usually sore from standing all day.

After he glides his palms up, he spreads my legs apart, slowly and torturously moving his fingers to my pussy. I wait with anticipation as he teases the flesh around my clit. I inhale sharply and keep my arms still like he instructed, but if he continues to play with me, I won’t think twice about grabbing his hand and moving it right where I need it.

“You’re tight here too, l'amoureux,” he says as he dips a finger inside.

“Mm-hmm.” I moan.

“Wet too.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Archer returns to my clit, rubbing lazy circles around it. The slow motion drives me insane, and I arch my hips, begging for more pressure.

“No moving, madame,” he reminds me, and I release a groan.

He swipes his fingers through my wetness, flicking and circling, slowly building me up before he stops. I grind my teeth in frustration, but he doesn’t take pity on me. Archer slides his hands up my stomach, leaving me aroused and unsatisfied.

After brushing his fingertips over my chest, he gets more lotion and thoroughly massages each breast. I pray he never stops touching me.

“Are you cold?” he asks in a teasing tone after pinching a hard nipple.

“Not exactly…” I jerk my hips again, and he stifles a laugh.

His hands roam over my shoulders and neck, softly covering every inch of me. I love that he’s taking his time, but right now, I want him to fuck me senseless.

“Alright, mon amour. Flip onto your stomach,” he demands.

Once I’m repositioned, he picks up body oil instead of lotion. The warmth drips onto my back, then his touch returns.

“Mmm…I like that.” I release a sigh when he kneads my tense muscles.

Archer takes my pleasure very seriously, focusing on every inch of my body. He squeezes between my shoulders, working out all the knots, then takes a second to wipe off his hands. Next, he rakes his nails through my hair and up my scalp. The sensation is so tingly, I nearly fall asleep.