Private Pleasures by Bertrice Small

except in the minds of romance novelists. But you're right. I'm so afraid you'll come before me that I climax too quickly. We've got to work on that, Kyle. It's my fantasy, after all."
"We're going to, darling, and won't it be fun," he answered with a grin.
"Let's get out of here," Nora said. "I'm starting to prune. And I do believe that I'm ready for Rolf, my masseur, now."
"Shameless and insatiable," Kyle chuckled as they stepped from the shower. "The two qualities I like best in a woman. Here." He handed her one of the large towels. "Dry off while I call down for Rolf." He wrapped a towel about his lean loins, and walking across the floor, he picked up the cell from its wall cradle, speaking softly into it.
Nora wrapped her hair in the towel he had given her, taking another to dry herself off. She felt so alive. She had been fucked three times in what? An hour? Two hours? She had absolutely no conception of time here. Did it matter? How long could this last, and could she order The Channel again whenever she wanted it? Surely they didn't put a limit on something as wonderful as this. That would be too cruel. She wondered if Kyle knew.
"Rolf will be right up," Kyle said, coming across the heated floor from the phone, and toweling himself as he walked. "Turn around, and I'll get your back, baby."
"Can I order The Channel whenever I want it?" Nora asked him. "I mean, do they put a limit on it?"
"Not that I've ever heard," he responded. "Does that mean you want to come back?" He slid his hands around to cup her breasts, teasing the nipples, which responded immediately to his touch.
"Hell," Nora said, "I don't ever want to leave. Stop, or I'm going to go down on you, Kyle. You're getting me all hot again."
"Hi there!" A voice with an Austrian accent.
They turned to to see a blond man standing in the wide doorway of the bathroom.
"I'm Rolf. Shall we do it here, or in the bedroom?" He was carrying a folded table with him, and had a pouch slung across his barrel chest.
Nora's eyes wandered boldly over the young man. Medium height. Muscled, but not ugly muscles. A stocky hard body. Blue eyes. Rosy cheeks. Naked. She licked her lips. Well, hell, they were naked too. It made it all so much easier. His genitals were very nicely formed, and she admired them. Rolf would do a lot more than just give her a massage, and she found she could hardly wait. "Set your table up in here," she told him. "Kyle, darling, why don't you take a break."
"Don't I get to watch?" he demanded.
"Do you want to watch?" she teased him. God! This was so exciting.
"Only if you want me to," he countered, but she could tell he did.
"I'll call you when I want you, then," Nora told him. She was in charge here, and she wanted to punish him just a little because she could. The jealousy she saw flare in his eyes gave her a great sense of satisfaction.
Rolf set up his table near the bathing pool. Taking a pale peach-colored percale sheet from his pouch, he flipped it over the table. "Let's start you on your back," he told her, helping her up onto the table. "Ever had a massage before?"
"I'm a virgin," she told him provocatively.
The blue eyes danced. "I'm very good with virgins," he replied. "Close your eyes now, and let me do my thing, sweetie."
"Are you?" she answered him boldly.
"So I've been told. You be the judge, Nora. If I'm a bad boy, you can spank me," he teased. "Gardenia or almond oil? I've got both."
"Gardenia." She closed her eyes as ordered, and imagined Rolf bent over the couch in the living room while she spanked him with a hairbrush, turning those plump white cheeks pink. It was something to think about, and where in the name of heaven were these lascivious thoughts coming from? Nora wondered. "Oh, that feels good," she told him as his hand began to knead and smooth her shoulders.
"I've only just begun," he responded. "It's going to get better and better before I'm all through with you." He was behind her, slicking the scented oil over her skin.
How was