Chapter 305: The Feelings Are Indescribable

Chapter 305: The Feelings Are Indescribable
Pierre Bronsnic's POV:

She has absolutely no idea what she was doing to me every time she did that. I would watch her try to focus on the task at hand. It was a simple task at that, nothing other than unbuttoning my shirt. My hands were solely placed on the undersides of her arms, holding firm to her ribs so that she wouldn't fall.

The bench was placed right behind her so she wouldn't get hurt, but that didn't mean I wanted her to fall back. Then she would be... at more of a direct line of sight to something else that was certainly demanding to come out and make its presence known.

"Ma Lociole," I said as I leaned my head back and groaned with frustration as to the feelings of wanting to ravage her... right here... right now. "Please..." I began to back her. "Don't do that. You know what that does to me."

When I made that last statement, I looked down at her once more. All of the buttons on my shirt had been unfastened at this point, and she had raised one hand and placed it in front of her mouth. Wait... Was she telling me to hush?

No... That's not all she was doing, as no sooner than I turned to look at her, lowering my chin in such a manner... That's when she did what I didn't expect. She did something else. She turned her finger around and then slowly pulled down on her bottom lip, instead... she was exposing the interior of her mouth.

That was something that I wanted more than anything to do, to be able to have my tongue explore every inch of the interior of her mouth. And seeing that... That was nearly the key to my undoing. The feelings are absolutely indescribable at this moment.

"All right..." I said as I roughly shook my head about. "Here you go..."

Just as I said that, my hands were still placed on either of her ribs, just under her arms. Without saying anything else, I lightly picked her up, and I turned her around as I started to walk. Sure, she has attempted to unbutton all of my buttons except the last one that was still slightly tucked into my pants.

As I stood there facing the bathtub now, I leaned my head to the side. Her legs were hanging down too low for me to be able to pick her up and put her in. I would've had to hold her in a cradle position if I were able to do that in that particular manner.

However, that's when she decided to help even more. She turned to look back over her shoulder and saw where she was precisely hovering in the middle of the air. She did something that I did not expect her to do in this instance.

With my head still tilted to the side, I couldn't help but watch as she raised her feet, completely bending her knees to where it would allow her legs to glide over the edge of the bathtub. I had left the water running intentionally, which I'm sure was full by now.

No matter, I had equipped all of my bathrooms with several drain vents in the floor itself. That made it easier for the cleaning staff to mop the floor. I had no problem accommodating those who helped take care of things, but most people would just take advantage of it.

So, when it came time for the water to splash out of the bathtub, and I'm pretty sure it was about to as I slowly moved her over the edge of the tub, the difference in the level of the water as I lowered her down into it would force a lot of it up and over the edge.

At this point, it was irrelevant if I had taken my shirt, shoes, and pants before now. There's no way I was going to be able to release my hidden member. It was just going to have to suck it up this time. Having her back was good enough for this evening. I had other means of taking care of myself if the need truly arose.

"Master Pierre," the lovely Miss Celia called out to me as I slowly continued to lower her down into the water. "The water level... It's..."

From the position where I had her, she was now set to eye level with me.

"It's about to... to what?" I asked as I lowered her down about a foot all at once.

The sound of her voice rose at the exact same time a massive amount of water flowed over the edge of the claw foot bathtub and directly onto the floor, splashing my feet in the lower edges of my pants directly.

"You're getting wet!" She all but shouted at me as she looked down in shock with her hands now grasping firmly to my forearms.

"Oh no..." I said with a lack of enthusiasm as I faked a sarcastic tone.

She furrowed her eyebrows at me as she looked at me with a confused and shocked reaction.

"Why did you do that?" She asked as she was lowered into the water, causing even more water to flow over the edge of the claw-foot bathtub. "There's water all over the floor. I'm so sorry..."

"Why are you sorry?" I asked her as I stopped moving her for a moment. I then lifted her up slightly out of the water and asked, "You can do this, did you?"
"No, but I..." And just as she started to say that, I dipped her down in the water again, forcing even more water over the edge of the bathtub.

"Oh, dear... Whatever shall we do..." I said as I looked her sternly in the eye, but I was anything but frustrated.

She was even more confused at this point as I continued to lower her down even more, forcing more water over the edge. It was at this point that all she could do was watch. There was no point in trying to figure out the method behind my madness. I was anything but mad. I was enjoying myself. I was enjoying making a mess.

Usually, it's the cleaning staff who get to spill water all over the floor. Not today. This time, it was my turn, and I was having fun with a new style of mop.

She looked up at me with her hand still holding onto my forearms, trying to look seriously frustrated.