Ask what else she is used to doing for the king

“You have most talented hands,” says Stewart, relaxing under her skillful touch. “And you say you used to do this for my father?”

“Indeed, Sire,” replies Lisa, focusing her attention on a knot on his left shoulder. “And rubbing Your Majesty’s shoulders makes me see how alike you and your father are; he always got a knot right in the same place.”

“And were you able to relieve that affliction for my father?”

“Most of the time, My Liege,” she replies, kneading his shoulder with her palms. “But when it got particularly stubborn — like yours is right now — it always seemed best for me to work on it while having him lie down.”

That seems reasonable to Stewart, so he stands and motions toward the door to the bedroom. Lisa acknowledges with a curtesy and follows him inside.

Stewart is about to lie down, but Lisa reaches for his shirt and begins unbuttoning it. He attempts to suppress the wave of desire that grows in his loins. He has had many experiences with beautiful young women standing next to his bed, unbuttoning his shirt, and those experiences have all ended the same way. Again, Chantelle’s image flashes through his mind, and he rebukes his penis for trying to hijack his thinking. “She’s simply a skilled masseuse, who uses her skills in service to the Crown,” he tells himself. “Time to grow up and stop thinking that every female’s ultimate purpose is to get your rocks off!”

Lisa completes her task and steps behind Stewart, helping him slide the shirt off his body. She neatly folds the item and drapes it over a wooden valet. This action reinforces Stewart’s rationale that there is nothing sexual about her intentions. While many women have removed his clothing while next to his bed, this is definitely the first time the clothing did not get tossed carelessly aside in the midst of kisses and gropes.

Stewart lays down on the bed, noting that the covers have, indeed, been turned down already for him. It is strange how many seemingly-simple things a king does not have to do for himself. He hasn’t had to touch a doorknob since ascending to the throne. If he drops something on the floor, an attendant is there to retrieve it before he can even think to pick it up. He really hoped there wasn’t someone on standby, next to the toilet, with a wad of bathroom tissue on hand!

“Just close your eyes and relax, Your Majesty,” says Lisa, in a soothing voice. “Just focus on my hands and picture all your tension transferring from your body to mine.”

Stewart closed his eyes and attempted to do just that. Lisa’s small, delicate hands were surprisingly strong, and as she worked her magic, he felt the cares of his office melting away. Her proximity and the subtle lilac scent that rolled off her hair was powerfully arousing, however, and instead of picturing tension flowing from his body to hers, he imagined something else — namely, bodily fluids.

His growing erection caused him to squirm uncomfortably as he lay on his stomach. Lisa must have mistaken that for further discomfort in his neck and shoulders. She climbed onto the bed and straddled her legs over Stewart’s waist, sitting on his ass and further pressing his erection into the mattress. From this position she refocuses her attention to Stewart’s mid-to-upper back, pressing hard along his spine until, with a surprising POP! all of the pain and discomfort he had been experiencing miraculously vanished.

“Oh my stars!” exclaims Stewart. “That was incredible! My back hasn’t felt this good in a long time!”

“I’m pleased to be of some small assistance to you, Sire,” she replies, gently running her fingertips up and down Stewart’s sides. “You have such heavy burdens to bear, and it is an honor to help you in any way I can.”

Stewart knows exactly how he would like her to help him now, and he realizes he’s pretty much at the point of losing his self-control. If he’s going to stay faithful to Chantelle, this would be a good time to thank Lisa for her service and dismiss her for the night.