She tried to remain still and unresponsive, but the combination of his delightful kneading of tired muscles and the angle of her position would not allow it. She jerked back her feet as he rubbed her heel, but he caught them quickly and drew them back onto his lap.
He had had enough of her shutting him out emotionally. He would make her feel again, make her come back to life, until she finally told him what had happened to her when he wasn't there. Because deep down, he knew something else had happened, something more than what she had let him see.
His eyes remained fixed on her feet as he massaged them, wanting to earn a pleasurable reaction from her one way or the other, whether a sigh of relief, a breath of pleasure, or even a little giggle from the tickling sensation.
