“Rhedyn is very good,” Bella said quietly, offering respect to the tranquility the spa offered.<br/><br/>“She is, indeed,” Mayerling responded. “She designed this space herself, and is the architect behind the process we are experiencing today. It may amuse you to learn that this is also the first time for me. I’ve never been through the spa before. It is a beautiful thing that we are being introduced to it together, and that both a man and a woman experience it together. I see no reason to believe that it would be any less intimate going through the process alone, but your being here adds to it. It adds to the pleasure.<br/><br/>Mayerling gently smiled as Bella mounted the washing stone. His lady was very subtle about it, but even in this she was providing a show for him; performing for his pleasure. He found watching Rheydn scrubbing Bella impossible not to enjoy. Even where his lady had placed herself to beckon Bella onto the slab had been to allow Mayerling to view their guest thoroughly as her body melded with the slab. He didn’t hesitate in watching, for he had settled into the lurid warm glow of the voyeur watching play. His eyes alternated between watching the pleasure roll Bella’s eyes in her ever-relaxing expression, and his lover’s hands working their guest’s beautiful body. He loved how their coming together was visceral without being overtly sexual. It was simply a performance of pleasure given from one to another. It was like watching a master carpenter construct a violin: the carpenter must know how to cut and mold the hardwood into shape to form a beautiful, resonating sound. This was the effect of his lover’s hands on any body she ever touched. The playful smack from his lover onto Bella’s backside brought him back to the moment.<br/><br/>“There...you’re all done. Now it’s your turn, sir,” Rheydn informed them.<br/><br/>“My turn to spank her or my turn to be scrubbed?” Mayerling joked, making a mocking gesture of giving Bella a nice firm spanking, but not actually touching her anywhere but her shoulder. A mischievous, mysterious smile crossed his face as he made eye contact with Bella, but he soon behaved.<br/><br/>Mayerling mounted the stone slab just as Bella done, and he could swear he could feel the traces her body had left upon it. Rhedyn used an unscented scrub on Bella, but there was still a feint alluring, feminine scent left on the warm surface of the slab. He closed his eyes as Rhedyn applied his personal brush to his shoulders, and his eyes slowly closed as his body began to melt into deep relaxation almost instantly. “Mmm, Bella,” Mayerling groaned, “you gave a little something away about Rhedyn’s touch, but it was nothing at all like this.”