G5
“Somatic release is a type of therapy that focuses on restoring self-regulation by releasing pent-up survival energy and allowing the nervous system’s natural responses to finish their cycle. Today, we’ll be starting with the supported twisted pose. I want everyone to follow my lead.
I illustrated the yoga pose to my students and then walked around the room to ensure they were replicating it properly.
From the third floor of my spa and wellness center, three-hundred-sixty views of Mount Paramour could be seen. We were so high up that clouds were floating around us. No wifi and sparse cellular service made Serenity Spa and Wellness Center an isolated fraction of heaven.
A scan around the yoga room revealed that all my students were in the correct pose, with a few adjustments needed. Rose oil, orange, and peppermint filled the air. Yoga at the spa was one of my favorite pastimes. When permitted, it was there that my leisure and relaxation were heavily invested.
I’d hired instructors for most of the classes, but something about the somatic release class held my heart in captivity. My students had such a positive response to the course that I’d yet to give up teaching the course entirely.
Upon the class’ conclusion, I remained behind to speak to students should they desire to. A few dawdled to tell me how much they enjoyed our session.
“Thank you so much. I’ve been learning so much in this course over the last few months. My life has been completely uprooted over the last year, and this class has truly taught me how to sit with my emotions, feel them deeply, and release them.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” I smiled at the light-skinned woman before me. Her honey-blonde hair was hiked into a messy bun, but no one with a set of working eyes could say she wasn’t exquisite.
“Juliette, right?”
“Yes. My name is Juliette, but you can call me Julie.”
Julie rattled on for an additional fifteen minutes about her new life as a single woman and all the beautiful things she’d learned on her new journey. By the end of our conversation, I needed a snack and a somatic release session of my own to free all the trauma she’d dumped on me. That was the norm, though. I had that approachable energy that caused people to share their lives with me. Most days, I didn’t mind, but today, a bitch was hangry, and my ears were bleeding from all the shit I had to listen to.
In between classes, I munched on a granola bar, seeking to stave off growing hunger pangs. Stalking barefoot onto the classroom’s terrace, I admired the view of the mountains.
Paramour Canyon was such a striking place. Nestled between the Rocky Mountains, the city maintained the best of landscapes. Coastal cities opposed the mountainous region, granting us access to the best of both worlds. The hilly, verdant terrain of Anderson Mills offered a variety to the greenscape as well. Cherry blossoms in the spring. Neutral rainbows in the fall. With all my soul, I loved Paramour.
Readily, my thoughts drifted with the fog covering Mount Paramour in the distance to a man who’d agitated my world, granting me a taste of resplendent possibilities. Endless potential existed with the man named Duke. Incomprehensibly, there were feelings afoot.
Captivated, I was by his world and everything in it. The way I relaxed in his presence was something I could quickly grow used to. Support felt like being held. Guidance felt like being led. In the short period that we’d become acquainted, Duke had persistently done both. Where some would take offense to a man offering advice, I welcomed it. I loved every bit of that shit. My obsession ran far and deep for the man, and such thoughts frightened me.
As if I’d summoned him, I felt him near. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally, he was there. My phone, though on silent, lit up, alerting me of a call. A smile tugged the corner of my lips, informing me of the imminent joy fermenting inside my chest.
This is ridiculous.
This is senseless.
This is dangerous.
This was real .
Forever, I’d go where my nervous system thrived. Ignoring my head, my heart led. Swiping across the phone’s screen, I answered, placing the call on speaker.
“Hi.”
The way my tone softened. The way my spine straightened. The way I became my favorite version of myself in his presence. I noticed.
“Worker Bee. Busy Bee. Queen Bee. What’s good, baby?”
His voice leaked through the phone and slathered my ears. Fluid and unruffled, the simple terms of endearment dissolved me. Somatic release for anxiety and healing was one thing, but listening to the velvety tone of Duke was another level of therapy.
“I just finished my last class for the week. I planned to sit in on the next one, but I think I’m gonna go home and relax.”
“You overdid it again, I see.”
“I can’t argue with you there.”
Throughout the week, we’d been speaking, though we hadn’t seen each other since he left town on business.
“ I can’t go a day without a little honey, Bee ,” earlier in the week, he’d teased.
“Is this the class that prevented you from living it up with me in Dubai for the week?”
“Mmh hmm,” I nodded, loosely realizing I was biting my lips and pressing my fingers into my chin.
“And you’re done for the week?”
“ I am ,” I crooned, unable to hide the smile in my voice.
“Good. Come ‘ere.”
“Come where?”
The phone disconnected, leaving me to twirl around the terrace in search of him. He wasn’t anywhere openly perceptible. As much was certain as my brows knitted together.
I slid into my shoes and draped my jacket over my limbs. A stop by my office informed me Duke wasn’t hiding there either. I’m about to fool around with Duke. Collecting my belongings, I eased out of the yoga studio. Down the elevator and through the spa, I trekked to the front doors. Home was the destination. Food first and then home.
And maybe after unwinding, I’d see Duke.
The circular drop-off out front was lined with several vehicles of guests as they were tended to by valet, but the primary vehicle arresting my attention was a black Cadillac SUV. Outside of it, stood Duke. Six feet of caramel fine. With a sea of curls atop his head and that damn goatee, he smiled upon seeing me. Dressed casually in a brown hoodie and sweatpants, he smirked as I approached.
“Duke,” helplessly, I grinned at the man who’d consumed my thoughts and dreams since our first encounter over a month ago. “You’re back.”
“I am,” he confessed as I stepped into his arms. Height dwarfing me, he stepped closer, eliminating the space that kept us apart.
The kiss he planted on my lips was indulgent. Past my teeth and dancing with my tongue, he tasted me. The groans of pleasure brought life to my center. Slow and sensual, I purred, forgetting we were in a public place. The odiferous scent of his cologne wrapped me under his spell. At the same time, his arms were around me. I withered to bits under the heat of his touch.
“I missed you,” he floated, dragging away from my famished lips.
“I thought you would be gone through the weekend.”
“Not without you. Get in.”
The back door of the SUV was opened. Extending his arm, he made way for my entry. Inside, the fresh scent of Little Trees took over my nose. I slid over the warm leather seats that reeked of new car while waiting for my latest obsession to follow suit.
Unaccustomed to seeing him in casual wear, I took in his appearance without shame. Seeing him in such a relaxed state was such a treat. Thousand-dollar suits composed his usual wardrobe—Intel, I’d put together from peeking into his closet my first night at the penthouse. Throughout the week, we’d also called one another on a video chat. Often, he’d appear on the screen dressed in one of the famed suits or undressing from one to tease me.
Day after day, he’d invite me to change my mind about the Dubai trip I reneged on. Daily and reluctantly, I refused. Daily, I berated myself for missing out on such an opportunity. More than ever, I wanted to get lost in his world and forget about the many tasks that engrossed me, but I didn’t want to cancel my yoga class. The well-being of my students meant a great deal, and many relied on somatic release to get through their week. An instructor couldn’t be replaced on such short notice, so Dubai had to take a rain check.
Our gazes fused. Like molten heat, that connection forbade being broken. Synchronized breaths were freed. He was obsessed with me in the healthiest of ways as I was with him. Both of us were fighting the fire. That innate desire to fuck right in the backseat. Such denial nearly consumed us.
He slid closer, eating our distance and wrapping his hands around my throat. Intuitively, my head tilted up. His tongue teased the seal of my outer lips, licking and nipping and making me purr. He dragged his head down toward my neck, awarding more sucks and licks. Trailing the shell of my ear, he inserted his tongue there.
“ Mmh . Duke .”
Peppered kisses. So spicy. So savory. So seasoned. So good and beyond the realm of reason. So many littered my nape and trailed back to my face. So good and I couldn’t get enough of his taste.
“Sweeter than honey, Bee. So much sugar. So sweet.”
“I missed you, too, Duke.”
Saddled across his lap, I gave in to every whim, every natural inclination to consume him. Sucking and biting, I tore into his neck and alternated between lengthy kisses, savoring his hisses. Duke’s hands roamed across my face, down my neck, squeezing my breasts, and finally taking rest near my ass. His self-indulgent squeezes confirmed he missed my body, too.
I sighed. He sighed. We both fought to restore breath to our chests. Both stared at one another in reverence and veneration. And despite that fact, I could feel his hesitation to strip me down and slide inside.
“You’re holding back. Why?”
“Because we’re here.”
A gander around our settings confirmed they had changed. While Duke and I fought not to fuck each other in the back seat, his driver quietly transported us to a private airport. Amidst numerous hangars and private planes, the vehicle parked.
A gust of wind whipped across my limbs as the back door was opened. The banshee-like cry of nature foretold of a storm en route. Duke exited first, waiting near the door for my exit with an outstretched hand.
“Come on, Bee, before this breeze becomes brutal.”
Compulsively, my head shook left and right. This man . This unpredictably amazing man . He knew how to keep me on my toes. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere I have no doubt you’ll appreciate,” he smiled.
“Does that mean you won’t be telling me where?”
Heavy brows paired with a sea of bottomless warm brown orbs bore through me. “Come on, Bee. No more questions.”
Hand in hand, we trudged toward a waiting private jet. I took to the stairs first, with Duke following closely behind. With each step, I felt his hands grabbing my ass. With each step, I playfully swatted him away.
Being on a Cessna wasn’t a new experience for me. Flying private had been routine since my youthful years. Flying private with a man, though? A man unrelated to me? My man ?
The vibe was different.
The thrill was different.
The savoir faire was there.
The lust was there.
The allure was there.
A titillating experience, it lacked nothing. The plane was empty, with no one but us to fill the cabin. My expectations shirked familiarity as I took in the interior space. Far from a traditional plane cabin, the inside resembled a living room. With customizations similar to the contemporary décor of the penthouse, Duke had struck again with his elaborate tastes. I was amazed.
“This is not a Cessna.”
“Nope.”
From behind, Duke wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. “A Cessna wouldn’t suffice for the plans I have for you. This is a .”
“Mmh. Tell me more,” I flirted.
“Keep walking.”
Submitting to his request, my feet led me deeper into the cabin with Duke not far behind. We passed a seating area, and further into the bowels of the plane was a walk-in shower and a palatial bedroom featuring a king-sized bed.
“ Damn, Duke.”
I was impressed. Never had I seen anything like it.
“I’m glad it’s up to your standards.”
Duke trailed my neck with carnal hunger. His tongue was passionate. His hands were amorous. His dick was rigid and threatening to break free of the thin fabric of our clothes separating our skin. From behind, I felt his longing for me. So powerful, so overwhelming, our need was.
Our flight commenced with backshots in the back of the cabin. I’d never heard a more sensuous sound than the way he clapped my cheeks. The way our thighs slapped. The way I mewled and purred. The man was astute in mastery of my body. In every erogenous zone, I felt his stroke. Felt his balls tap my clit.
“ Fuck , Duke.”
He growled when I deepened my arch. A lubricated finger entered my rear and stirred. Vehemently and repeatedly, he stroked me to nirvana—still stirring that single finger, still growling. In turn, obscenities spewed from my mouth, proving how insanely disgusting he was capable of turning me out.
Our thirst for one another took us to the shower. Water cascaded from my limbs as we lathered and rinsed. I cleansed every inch of Duke’s body. My reverence for him, the way he considered me, the way he poured into me was revealed with the skills of my mouth.
After cleansing each other thoroughly, my listless limbs were carried to the bed. I was oiled, massaged, and fed. After dinner, he tucked me in for the remainder of the flight.