MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

"In here," Elena's voice floated from the massage room, accompanied by the gentle strains of calming music playing in the background.

As Blake entered, he was greeted by a sight he had never seen before—the well-decorated massage chamber.

Soft lighting cast a warm, ambient glow, while tranquil nature scenes adorned the walls. Plush reclining chairs or massage tables, adorned with soft, clean linens, beckoned invitingly.

The air was fragrant with the soothing scent of aromatherapy, adding to the serene atmosphere.

Elena stood beside the meticulously arranged massage table, a silk brown sheet draped over its surface.

She wore a white towel wrapped around her chest, the hem grazing just above her knees, revealing a glimpse of her toned thighs. Blake, in contrast, sported shorts and a white vest, his muscular abs concealed beneath the fabric.

"I have been waiting for quite sometime now. May I inquire as to the reason for your delay?" Elena asked, her smile reassuring as she awaited his response.

"Had to grab some cold water before coming here. Just making myself a bit comfortable," Blake replied as he approached Elena.

"However, it appears evident that your demeanor still harbors a trace of unease. Might I suggest removing your vest to enhance your comfort and overall enjoyment?" She offered, her tone gentle but persuasive.

"No, I'm good," he insisted, but Elena was not one to easily give up. She persisted until he relented and removed his vest.

As Blake revealed his abs, Elena couldn't help but be impressed and even a little captivated by his physique. She mouthed a silent "wow" as her fingers traced the contours of his body.

"Even in the absence of regular exercise over several months, your abdominal muscles retain a commendable level of definition and sculpted appearance," she remarked, her admiration evident in her voice.

Blake simply smiled in response, unable to recall ever engaging in a workout routine before.

"But did you just several months? Was I out for that long?" Blake asked.

"You don't have to worry yourself about that. You are up now and that's the most important thing," Elena said dismissively like it was just something passive.

Blake however didn't think it was nothing. As a matter of fact, having been out for that long caused several concerns.The thought of being unconscious for such an extended period sent a shiver down his spine, stirring up a storm of emotions within him.The implications of his prolonged unconsciousness loomed large in his mind, casting a shadow over his fragile sense of self.

What had happened during those lost months? What events had transpired, unseen and unheard by him? The uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving him feeling adrift in a sea of unanswered questions.

She hadn't even said anything about his accident. Merely giving him glimpses of what happened. Or was she worried he would suffer from PTSD?

No, he deserved to know every detail to the latter. But then again, giving her fit of rage displayed in the living room. Blake understood that he wouldn't get answers from her that she didn't want to divulge. With that in mind, he planned he was going to search for answers himself.

"At this juncture, you may recline, signaling the commencement of our session," Elena instructed, pointing towards the massage table beside her. Without hesitation, Blake complied.

As he settled onto the table, Elena retrieved a bottle of ointment and applied a small portion to her hand.

"Could you kindly specify which of your lower extremities incurred the injury?" she asked, seeking clarification.

"The right leg," Blake confirmed.

"Why is everything about you right?" Elena teased, eliciting a gentle chuckle from him.

As she examined his leg, she spotted the small reddish spot, the scent of blood guiding her to the wound.

She gently rubbed the injured spot, careful not to cause any discomfort. Once she was finished, she began to massage his leg, working her way up from his toes.

Blake was taken aback by the unexpected gesture. "That was the only place that was aching. Thanks for your service!" he expressed his gratitude, trying to politely withdraw from her touch.

Elena, sensing his discomfort, allowed him to stand up.

"Whoa," she remarked, wiping away a faint sheen of sweat from her brow. "Is it just me? It's a little hot in here," she teased, attempting to flirt, teasingly tracing her hand around Blake's legs. But Blake seemed oblivious to her advances and remained unfazed.

"No, the air conditioners were actually left off," he explained as he moved to switch them on.

Elena sighed, realizing her attempts were falling flat. However, she wasn't ready to give up just yet. As Blake adjusted the air conditioning, she seized the opportunity to make another request.

"Regrettably, my masseur is unavailable today. Would you object to you offering a helping hand in their stead?" she asked, her tone laced with a hint of desperation.

"Uhhh," Blake hesitated, sensing her ulterior motive but unable to refuse her request, given she had helped him with his sore foot already.

'It would be quick,' he thought.

"But I'm not that skilled at it," she confessed preemptively, trying to discourage Elena.

"Fret not, I shall be your guidance. You don't worry," she reassured him as she reclined on the massage table, the towel still draped across her chest.

"Retrieve the oil and massage it onto your palms before administering it to my hand. Just move back and forth, firmly," Elena instructed, pointing to a small container by the side and extending her hand towards him.

He followed her instructions and began massaging her right hand, working his way up to her shoulder. He repeated the process with her left hand, ensuring to massage every muscle thoroughly.

"Now my legs," she requested.

Throughout the session, her eyes remained fixed on his, her teeth sensually nibbling her lower lip. Despite her suggestive behavior, Blake remained focused on the task at hand, trying to ignore her advances.

"And my thighs," she added before he had finished with her legs.

Blake continued in silence, concentrating on his work.

As he held her generous thighs, he couldn't help but notice their size and softness.

However, he quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to give in to temptation.

Elena, sensing his discomfort, decided to push the boundaries further. She gently pulled up the short towel, revealing a glimpse of her well her private area. Blake quickly turned away, refusing to be drawn into her seductive game.

"I think I'm done," he announced, pulling away from her in a startled fashion. Seeing how he reacted, Elena held herself from smiling. She enjoyed the effect she felt she had on Blake.

"So soon?" she questioned, her disappointment evident in her tone.

"Yeah, you want anything else? Maybe a drink? I could fetch you one," Blake asked, trying best to steer the conversation away.

"Ah, there is an aspect that appears to have eluded mention: my neck and chest. It is indeed where the weighty burdens tend to accumulate, is it not?" Elena said with a seductive smile as she stood up, inviting him to massage her shoulders and neck.

"So they say," Blake replied cautiously, moving towards her chest to fulfill her request. He knew he had to tread carefully to avoid any misunderstandings.

As he began massaging her neck, he noticed Elena's hands moving to her lower body, gently massaging her own thighs.

He sensed her growing arousal and realized he needed to finish the massage quickly.

'Nope, not today. I need to wrap this up before things escalate,' he thought to himself. Despite Elena's ravishing appearance and untainted beauty, Blake couldn't help but feel repelled. A part of him held him back from indulging in what Elena was hunting at. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn't know this woman well.

But one thing was clear, he refusedf to do the biddings of his manhood.

After completing the massage on her neck, he turned to leave, but she caught his hand, pulling him back.

"When I say my chest, I mean this," she said, guiding his hand beneath the towel, directly to her voluptuous breast.

Blake's heart quickened at the unexpected turn of events, his mind reeling as he struggled to process the sudden shift in dynamics. Elena didn't hide the fact that she was madly affectionate about him but perhaps it was a little too much and seduction was by far crossing the line.

For goodness sake, he was just recovering from an accident he could not even remember happening to him and all this woman thought about every day was getting between his legs and indulging his third legs.

A sense of discomfort prickled at the edges of his consciousness, a silent alarm sounding in the depths of his mind.

Feigning a sudden onset of headache, Blake winced subtly, his hand instinctively pulling away from Elena's touch and grabbing his head. "I'm sorry, Elena. I think I might be coming down with a headache," he muttered, his voice tinged with a note of apology as he took a step back, distancing himself from the ghostly pale, sweat bathed woman.

Why was she sweating so much?! He wondered even with the AC on she was soaked!

"Of course, you should rest," she murmured, her tone gentle and reassuring.

Blake immediately walked out of the room, heading somewhere far away from her as possible.

"Am I really in love with this woman as she claims?" Blake thought, his mind swirling with doubts and uncertainties as he retreated from the intimate encounter.

Meanwhile, Elena remained seated on the table, her fingers gripping the edges tightly as her body trembled with suppressed emotion. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, trickling down her flushed cheeks as she struggled to contain the storm raging within her.

"This little twerp is beginning to trim off the last bit of patience left in me. Do not push me, you little human morsel!" Elena growled through clenched teeth, her voice a low, menacing rumble that betrayed the simmering anger beneath her composed exterior.