Spin the Wheel - White's Funhouse

She blushed slightly at the praise, turning her cheek into his hand again. She continued to smile at him as he rubbed her shoulders, but when she spoke, it was soft and low. Not whispering by any means, but low and just verging on husky.

"Thank you, for both praise and concern, Master. Both are greatly appreciated. You need not worry after me, though."

He raised an eyebrow. "You are eager to continue?"

She smiled up at him.

"Only if you wish to, Master." Her voice dropped, and she looked at him seriously. "You put in place protections for me, should things be too much for me, or if I were upset. I made you a promise that I would use that protection if I felt it necessary. I meant it. I keep my promises."

He smiled back. "So be it. On your right, there is a bowl of the oil Beatrice was using on you earlier."

He laid back on the pillows, tucking his arms under his head. "I require a full body massage." he grinned.

He moaned softly, closing his eyes in relaxation. "How did you become so nimble?" he whispered.

She smiled, taking his moans as encouragement as she continued down his torso.

"Misspent youth as a tomboy. I spent more time climbing trees and the like than I spent learning anything else. As for this," she said, indicating her fingers and the massage, "when you're as old as I am, you learn many skills that seem trivial."

"Oh? Dare I ask?" he smiled.

She chuckled softly, continuing down his sides and his torso. Again, the actual pressure alternated, pressing on places that seemed to need it, lightening up on more sensitive areas.

"My age?" she asked, smiling at him as she slipped down his legs a bit more, giving herself more room to continue. "I'm over three centuries old."

"You don't look a day over two centuries." he quipped, grinning.

She smirked, shaking her head.

"I'm guessing that was a compliment?" she asked, relaxing as she moved over his hips, skipping his genitalia entirely for the moment as she went down his legs. Her voice dropped again, low and husky when she spoke again. "I know that I'm not as ... experienced ... as some."

Her eyes locked on his mouth. She still wouldn't meet his eyes, whether she used the honorific title for him or not. "I would like to think that what I lack in experience, I make up for with enthusiasm."

He sighed contentedly. "You most assuredly do."

"Tell me. Why did you agree to all this?"

She looked thoughtful as she went over his legs, and down to his feet.

"Several reasons. I wanted to tops the list, of course. But I've spent my entire existence not taking risks. Doing everything by-the-book, so to speak. Recently, there have been several things that have come to light for me. Maybe it's not always best to be old-fashioned. To be conservative. It isn't right to judge people for doing things that feel good, either on a physical, mental or emotional level. A part of me has died recently, and it's left me a bit off-kilter. So I suppose there's no actual answer to the question other than that I wanted to try something new."

He listened attentively, though he was obviously enjoying the rub down. "I see." he said calmly. "Was that the reason for Ethan as well?"

She winced, causing a pause in her fingers for a moment. But it was gone after a few moments, and her massage started again.

"No. Ethan was something entirely different. I care, very much, about Ethan. But he doesn't trust me."

"I'm sorry." his voice was full of regret. "That was inappropriate of me."

She shook her head.

"No, there is nothing to apologize for. In all fairness, you don't trust me, either." She smiled, tilted her head. "But thus far, I don't think you've lied to me. Ethan says that he cares about me, that he loves me, even. I don't need someone to care about me." She shrugged, running her thumbs along the arches of his foot with a smile. "I need someone who sees me and not just my clan's symbol over my head. He can't do that."

"Trust, hmm?" that got his attention. "You've trusted me with a great deal. Do you trust me completely?"

She smiled.

"Of course not. But I've known you all of a week, at most. In time, perhaps that I will. But I've told you more about me, and given you more of myself than most get after knowing me for years. So that clearly says I trust you 'enough', no?"

He chuckled. "That is fair."

"So. Someone who sees you and not your Clan. Is that what you want out of life?"

She shrugged, smirking.

"Once I find that, I'll let you know if it's what I want out of life. For the most part, I would simply like to enjoy my life, and feel like I've made some kind of difference, somewhere."

"Mmm." he mused. His voice took a teasing tone. "Darling, I believe you missed a spot." he winked.

"I didn't miss it," she said, her eyes twinkling as her lips curved into a slow smile.

Her hands slid back up his legs, the oil making the slide easy. The rest of her followed suit as she went back to straddling his legs, her hands cupping him gently.

"I wanted to be sure to give this spot proper attention."

Her hands were so small, she had to use both just to wrap around him. But she didn't seem to mind, the hands working him with gentle strokes.

She was halfway bent over him, none of her weight on him. She watched him with a smile, biting her bottom lip gently. Her cheeks grew pink again, but she didn't hesitate.

"Like that?" she whispered, clearly trying to make sure she was doing what he wanted her to be doing.