Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
I straddled him on the bed, trying to focus on the task he had forced on me. My body trembled, barely covered by my underwear after he had commanded me to strip down. The feeling of vulnerability washed over me, but I tried to push it aside, concentrating instead on kneading his broad back.
I had no idea what I was doing — massage therapy was not exactly something I had ever imagined myself doing, let alone for a man like him. My hands moved clumsily over his taut muscles, slick with oil. His back felt like solid rock beneath my palms, the muscles rippling every time he shifted.
"More pressure, Cherry." He grunted, while his voice was low and impatient.
I bit my lip, trying to exert more force as my hands pressed into his flesh, my arms already shaking
