Chapter 297: What Will She Think?

Pierre Bronsnic's POV:

"I told you I wouldn't set up, and I did," Miss Celia told me as she continued to look down into her lap.

I leaned forward with my head slightly down and to the side so that I could look up at her eyes. They were indeed close this time. She was, in fact, forcing them closed, squinting them, if you will.

"Relax," I told her as I reached up and placed my hand on the side of her cheek. She flinched lightly but then immediately relaxed and leaned into the side of my palm. "You are safe here. No one is going to hurt you."

She remained silent for another moment before she finally spoke up.

"May I speak?" She asked me.

I'm not exactly sure what it was. What could have made her change? Was it everything that happened over this past week? Or was it the fact that I allowed her to reread the contract that I had on my phone? I would go over it almost daily, and it that several times a day. Reading it word for word. Knowing that she read the very same document. Could that be at?

"You may," I said as I leaned forward and lightly placed my hands on top of both of her knees.

I heard her gasp as I lifted right below her knees on the backside of her calves and then pulled her bare ass across the material of the felt seat all the way over to the edge to where I was.

"You may continue now," I spoke, my tone deep as I ran my hands up the sides of her thighs and around her ass.

I heard her gasp, taking in a deep breath even more this time than she did before, whenever I first touched her legs, and pulling her closer to me. The fact that she needed to shave her legs did not bother me one bit. That was the least of my concerns at this moment.

She was not in my care for the entire time, so there's no reason for her to be punished for something that she could not contend on her own.

In the moment of the silence, I could tell the fact that I was rubbing her legs was making her a bit nervous.

"Something wrong?" I asked her, leaning forward and tilting my head up once more, to see if her eyes had still remained closed.

They were, of course, and I didn't mind that. She was doing what I had originally told her. She only opened her eyes while lying there on the back seat just to let me know that she was awake.

I didn't exactly know how this was going to go. The experience between us was one filled with pure passion and delight. I had had sex many times before but nothing... Nothing like it compared to whenever we did it together. There was something else about it. Something that was hard to describe. A connection, one felt deep within me.

The easiest way to describe it would be a feeling in the center of my chest. I knew her, but from when? I had only just met her a little over a week ago. But I felt the connection was way stronger than it would have been after just knowing her for a very short time.

That wouldn't describe it. That wouldn't even come close to explaining the connection that I felt between us, but I knew it was there. That's why I told her earlier. I know she felt it too. I could tell from the way she reacted whenever I touched her bearskin. By the way, I held her up close to me, and I knew she felt a connection. But what? What kind of connection?

"Were you going to ask me a question?" I asked her in return.

"Ummm... Well, you see... I don't exactly remember when I was going to ask you now," she said as I continued to run my hands up and down the sides of her thighs.

I would even lightly slide my fingers under the edge of her thighs that came in contact with the material of the seat. This entire time, Stuart was still sitting in the driver's seat, the air conditioning running as I stood in the open door of the vehicle. The music was still playing. It was rather peaceful. A very peaceful moment. One that I would have to incorporate.

Any music I would play in The Room in question would have a bit of a beat to it. There would be very minimal words, if any at all, in any particular song that I would have playing.

It would have a great rhythm to it as well, so you could enjoy the beat and respond to it in the midst of our particular activities. Only when the reward came into play. Other than that, you could use the other accessories to the beat as well

It was easier to enjoy the moment with music playing. I would even have music playing at a low level in my office here at The Crystal Palace. It was more serene than anything, as I had a small waterfall in one of the corners. It helped to fuel my mood.

"Very well," I said, breaking the silence as I felt her flinch within my grasp upon hearing my words so suddenly. "You may open your eyes as we head on inside. Consider this a wrong word for doing as you were told."

"But I didn't..." she said, continuing to keep her eyes closed as she looked up at me.

"Exactly when did you disobey me?" I asked, raising my chin to her face.

The entire time I spoke, I admired how relaxed her face was. Previously, she had her eyes squinted closed. Now her eyes were just... closed. They weren't being forced as they were before.

"When you open the door," she said, cutting into my thoughts.

"How did you consider that disobeying me?" I asked her as I watched her furrow her eyebrows despite the fact that her eyes still remained closed.

"I opened them... I opened them, and you told me to keep them closed," she said in her response.

"Yes," I said in that moment, agreeing with her. "You did open them. However, in doing so, you answered the question without me having to ask it."

This time, when she furrowed her eyebrows, she did so in a questionable manner, unlike before.

"I'm afraid I don't understand, Master Pierre," she said as I reached up and placed my palm on the side of her cheek this time.

I listened to the gentle moan she let out as I saw a relaxed expression cross her face as she pressed her cheek into my hand, even going so far as to lean her head to the side slightly. I knew she enjoyed it whenever I touched her. Especially whenever I touched the side of her face. I love the feeling on my skin when my hand comes into contact with hers as well.

"You told me you were awake."