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As she worked, she could feel the tension draining away under her fingers, the knots in his muscles slowly loosening as the massage went on. She could hear his breathing deepen and slow, his body relaxing as he allowed himself to fully succumb to her touch.

He felt her hands working over his back, her touch both firm and gentle at the same time. He could feel the tension melting away beneath her touch, his body slowly relaxing as she worked over his sore muscles. He was acutely aware of her presence on his back, the press of her body against his skin sending a wave of heat through him. As she continued to massage him, he found himself growing more and more relaxed, his mind and body fully submitting to her touch.

Despite the discomfort that Amber felt, she couldn't deny that her current position was preferable to others in which he could have had her. She was sitting on his back, her legs straddling his hips, her hands working over his tense muscles. It was an intimate and vulnerable position to be in, but at least she wasn't being hurt or humiliated by him in this moment.

She let her eyes roam over the expanse of his back, taking in the intricate lines and patterns of the tattoo that covered his shoulder blades and down his spine. His skin was bronzed and smooth, the result of hours spent outdoors in the sun, and she could feel the muscles rippling beneath her as he shifted his weight. He was strong, she could feel it in the hardness of his flesh, and she knew that she would have no chance against him if he chose to overpower her.

He could feel her eyes on him, the weight of her gaze almost as tangible as her touch on his back. He knew that she was examining the tattoo he had across his shoulders and down his spine, and he could sense the slight sense of confusion in her gaze as she tried to make sense of the patterns and designs. He could also feel the warmth of her skin against his, a constant reminder of her proximity and the power he held over her. He could feel the way her legs trembled just slightly as she sat on him, her body pressed against his, her breathing soft and steady.

As her hands continued to massage him, he felt his body respond to her touch, his muscles relaxing and his mind starting to wander. He could sense her vulnerability and her fear, but there was also something else there, a hint of curiosity and desire that he couldn't quite ignore. It was a dangerous combination, but one that only served to further excite him.

As her hands traveled up to his shoulders, she felt him make a low noise, a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh. The sound sent a shiver through her, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the effect it had on her. She continued to massage his shoulders, her fingers tracing the curves and lines of muscle, her mind racing with conflicting feelings of guilt and desire.

She hated herself for the way she was reacting to the situation, but she couldn't help the way her body was responding to the feel of his skin beneath her hands, the heat of his body against hers. It was a confusing and troubling feeling, and she could only hope that he wouldn't pick up on the way her hands were trembling as she continued to massage him.

Alexander spoke suddenly, his voice low and commanding. "That's enough," he said, and she immediately obeyed, quickly lifting herself off him and trying to maintain her balance. She almost stumbled, but managed to catch herself at the last moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move, and she couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed under his gaze.

He sat up, his body moving with fluid grace as he shifted his weight. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her flushed face and trembling form, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. She could feel his gaze on her like a physical touch, and she resisted the urge to take a step back, knowing that he would only take it as a sign of her weakness.

He spoke softly, but the command in his voice was unmistakable. "Come here," he said, gesturing for her to approach him. She swallowed hard, her mind racing with conflicting emotions, but she knew that she had no choice but to obey. Slowly, she took a few steps towards him, her heart thumping loudly in her chest, her knees feeling weak.

He grabbed her around the waist, turning her body with ease, and pulled her onto his lap. He could feel her body shaking with tension and fear, and he murmured softly in her ear, speaking in a soothing tone. "Relax," he whispered, his hands moving up and down her body, trying to calm her. She could feel his warmth against her back, the firmness of his chest, and the strength of his arms holding her tightly.

His hands moved up her sides, feeling the delicate bones of her ribcage through the thin fabric of her dress. He frowned slightly, noticing how frail she felt in his hands, her body lacking the strength and muscle that he was accustomed to. It was a vulnerability that he could easily exploit, but a part of him felt a strange sense of protectiveness towards her, a desire to take care of her and nourish her back to health.

Despite the embarrassing and vulnerable position she found herself in, she found herself unable to contain a small chuckle at his words. "And why do you care?" she asked, her voice still shaky, but with a hint of defiance. She could feel his arms around her, holding her close, his body warm and strong against hers. She couldn't hide her amusement at his unexpected concern for her wellbeing.

He chuckled at her defiant tone, his hands gripping her waist a little tighter. "You won't last one round with this weak body," he repeated, his voice low and teasing. "You're too thin, too fragile. I could break you with one hand." His words were blunt, but there was a hint of protectiveness in his tone, a concern for her welfare despite his rough demeanor.

She turned in his lap, her body twisting so that she could see his face. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers, his firm legs pressed against her backside, his arms still encircling her waist. She looked at him, her eyes meeting his, a mixture of defiance and vulnerability in her gaze.

Her face heated at his words, a mixture of embarrassment and indignation rushing through her. She knew that he was right, that she was vulnerable and weak in his strong arms, but she also couldn't help but bristle at his blunt assessment of her body. She shifted in his lap, trying to move away from him, but his arms only tightened their grip on her, holding her fast.

He chuckled again at her stubborn resistance, his fingers tracing the contour of her waist. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and amused.

"But you're no match for me in this condition. You're too thin, too weak. You need to take better care of yourself." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck.

"But lucky for you, I'm feeling generous tonight."

Her body trembled involuntarily as she felt his lips on her ear, the unexpected sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her. Her hands reflexively clenched the fabric of her dress, her knuckles turning white as she tried to steady herself. She could feel his breath on her skin, his mouth moving down the line of her neck, his hands possessive on her waist. Despite the fear and uncertainty of the situation, a small part of her couldn't help but respond to his touch, her body betraying her with its involuntary reactions.

The sudden ringing of his phone cut through the tense atmosphere, breaking the moment between them. He quickly answered the call, a brief conversation leaving the room silent again. He stood up, his movements swift and smooth, and picked up his shirt, pulling it over his head. He looked down at her sitting on the couch, his expression unreadable.

He spoke tersely, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Go home and don't accept any man's invitation," he said, his eyes giving her one last hard look before he turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. She sat on the couch, feeling both confused and relieved at his sudden departure. She could still feel the warmth of his body on her skin and the sound of his voice in her ears, and she found herself unable to shake the feeling of being thoroughly under his control.