Chapter 301: Shocked Doesn't Cover It

Celia Bennett's POV:

I lived the high life. My father had money, and none of that compared to what I saw before me. None of anything I had seen before could compare to what I was looking at now. To say that I was shocked... That doesn't cover it. Not even close. The room in which I apparently was going to be staying from now on had double doors.

And not just any double doors, mind you. They looked as if they had been hand-carved. That had to take like... Hours to complete! And that was just the beginning. There was so much more to see. I cannot believe I stated that small apartment back was Sammy. That seemed like eons ago at this point.

I thought Master Pierre was going to stop and set me down on the edge of the bed, but he did no such thing. He didn't stop walking until he walked straight into the bathroom. You mean bathroom suite, I thought to myself as I looked around, as the light was on.

There were large floor-to-wall windows on one side. The rest of it looked as if it had been carved out of the side of a mountain. Wait... Didn't he say that the other door at the end of the hall overlooked the cliff? Is that where they got all the rock?

"Where did all the rock come from?" I asked as Master Pierre walked over to a large claw-foot bathtub set in the center of the back of the bathroom.

There was even a reclining bench in there as well. That's where he went to set me down at.

"Wait here," Master Pierre spoke, his voice commanding yet gentle as he sat me down, allowing my legs to hang over the edge of the reclining bench.

I continued to watch him as he walked over to the claw-foot bathtub and turned on the water. However, the water didn't flow out as you usually would from a regular faucet. The water flowed out of two inlets on either side of the edges.

You wouldn't have seen it unless you knew it was there, or whenever you turned on the water, as you saw the water flow from the hidden underside of the edge into the tub itself. I raised my eyebrows in shock upon seeing this.

Once Master Pierre had the temperature set to whatever temperature he had desired, he turned around to face me. At this point, he was hovering on his knees.

"Now it's your turn," Master Pierre said as he spun on his toes and then rose to a standing position.

My eyes went wide at what he said as I couldn't help but lean back at that moment.

"Ummm... I am... Are you sure?" I started to fumble with my words as I didn't exactly know what to say.

The first time I asked if Master Pierre would allow me to shower with him, he seemed to be royally upset with me. In fact, he just about threw me out of his bathroom. Now he wants me to get in front of him?

"You know..." I started to say as I continued to stammer over my words. "I think I can manage."

Master Pierre wasn't taking no for an answer. He stopped in front of me and then proceeded to take off his suit jacket. He laid it down on the side of the bench right beside me. Then he knelt down to his knees once again.

"Can you walk?" Master Pierre asked me as he tilted his head to the side. "By the looks of it, I don't think you can. So... exactly what makes you think that you can do this all on your own?"

I opened my mouth as if to speak, but no words came out. Even my own body was failing to respond to the expression that he was sending my way.

"If you look over there," Master Pierre said as he pointed over to the edge of the claw-foot bathtub. "The top edge of that comes up to the point of my hip. I know I am much taller than you. I don't even think you'll be able to climb over the edge without assistance. And you are certain you want to do it on your own?"

His comments sounded sarcastic, but I wasn't exactly sure whether he meant it with sarcasm or not. All I could do was sit there. Sit there and blink. I opened my mouth again to speak, but yet again, no words came out, so I just shut it back.

"That's exactly what I thought," Master Pierre said as he stood up and then leaned down in front of me. "First, I'm going to untie this."

I leaned back slightly as I placed my hands behind me, supporting myself on the top edge of the bench on which I was seated. As much as I wanted to have sex with Master Pierre, I don't think my body would allow that. I don't think my body was recovered enough to be able to handle something like that.

There's nothing I wanted more than to feel his massive appendage thrust deep inside of me. I have never felt anything like that before in my life. I didn't know if I would ever feel anything like that ever again. But I didn't want to risk doing something that would cause more damage after the fact, which is what that one wannabe doctor did to me.

"No more thoughts," Master Pierre snapped, looking down at me as he placed his hand on the underside of my chin and lifted it up ever so slightly, forcing my eyes to look at his.

I attempted to nod my head but it was difficult as he tried to hold my chin and placed. But he still knew that I was nodding by the amount of pressure I was placing on the side of his finger that was placed on the underside of my chin.

"Very good," Master Pierre said as he continued with his attempt at untying the knot that I had apparently put in the sash that went around the lingerie cover I was wearing.

I could tell after a moment of trying to finagle with the knot that it was only making it tighter, and that it was making him more and more frustrated.

"Will you allow me?" I asked Master Pierre as if he needed help.

"All right," Master Pierre said as he took several steps back, taking a seat there on the edge of the claw-foot bathtub. "Show me how it's done."

Just as he said that, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. It was in the fact that he crossed his arms. It was the fact and how he did it. His arms were folded and held at such a point that it made his pectoral muscles pop. I couldn't help but sit there and stare at him for a moment as my hands were still positioned behind me, supporting my position.

Master Pierre looked down, realizing exactly what it was that had stolen my attention from him.