Chapter 306: Time To Bathe
Chapter 306: Time To Bathe
Pierre Bronsnic's POV:
It didn't take her long to get acclimated to the temperature of the water. I ensured that she didn't go under as she rested her back upon the incline where the small headrest was made to support her neck.
I watched her as she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath, and inhaling the steam, which I knew would help to open her up. It's one thing to have oxygen hooked up to your nose via the hose they have at the hospital, but to have actual steam and be able to inhale it is a whole new feeling and benefits that are not easily described. It is just a feeling you have to experience.
She was doing that very thing. She had her eyes closed as I lightly ran my hands over her shoulders. I would occasionally dip my fingers in the water and continue to rub her shoulders lightly as if to massage her.
For some of the other women who have participated with me in the various activities over the years, I have given them certificates to go have a spa day. I have been to a spa. I know what they do at a spa. So there was no point in me paying for someone else to rub their hands all over someone who didn't need to have anyone else's hands touch them.
I was perfectly fine doing it myself. I knew what to expect, and my hands were powerful enough and had enough strength to be able to handle such a task.
"How does it feel?" I asked her as she continued to moan lightly under my grasp, so that I could continue to rub her shoulders.
As I continued to move my hands about, she didn't exactly respond to me.
"Ma Lociole," I called out to her.
I knew this would give me an immediate reaction, which it did, as it was intended. She sparked right up, opening her eyes, and looked right up at me. However, somehow in this expression, she thought she might have been in trouble.
"How are you feeling?" I asked her this time, ensuring that my tone was set a little calmer than when I had originally called her.
"Oh..." She said as she took in a deep breath, realizing that it wasn't her but me. "I... uh... I feel great, actually."
When she said that, it was almost as if she didn't believe her own words, and so she broke eye contact. To which I immediately cleared my throat in such a manner as to regain her attention.
The last thing I wanted was for me to snap my fingers, as they were wet and already applied directly against her skin. I don't think squeezing her shoulders to regain her attention would've received the right attention as well.
"Then why don't you sound so convincing?" I asked her, which once again caused her to look up at me.
"I... uh...," She tried to say as she broke eye contact with me again.
"Don't make me regain your attention again," I told her, which caused her to look right back up at me.
"I'm sorry, Master Pierre," she said as she continued to look at me, forcing herself to keep her gaze solely fixed on mine. "I'm just not exactly sure how I should feel in this moment."
"Relaxed. That is the point of all of this. You are to feel relaxed and comfortable in the single moment," I told her as I lightly began to rub all around her shoulders again.
I could tell that she was still frustrated with something.
"Can you set up on your own, or do I need to help you?" I asked her at that moment.
She tried to do it all on her own but ended up needing help. Her hair hung down behind her, so I reached into the water, placing my hands just below her shoulder blades and helping her sit up in a seated position, instead of her lying back in a reclining position. If she allowed herself to, she could sing, get into the water, and then drown. That is something I was not going to tolerate or allow.
"I'm going to grab something. I do not want you to move, do you understand? What I mean is I want you to sit right there. I do not want you to lean forward, and I most certainly do not want you to lean back. Is that quite clear?" I asked her as I stood up and looked straight down at her.
"Yes, sir, Master Pierre," she said in that instance. "I will sit right here and wait on you. No matter how long it takes."
"That is precisely what I want to hear," I said as I turned to walk away. Only after taking several steps did I stop and turn around and give her a stern look as I cut my eyes at her, even going so far as to narrow them, ensuring that she understood that I was serious.
After she nodded at me, I then proceeded where I was headed. Which is only a few steps further. There, near her vanity, I knelt down and opened one of the cabinet doors. Underneath the sink was a small bag. I pulled out the bag and closed the door back.
I then looked at her out of the corner of my eye and saw that she was watching me intently. She had a playful look on her face, knowing that I only went this far whenever I sternly ensured to instruct her to stay in a position that I had previously put her in.
In gaining trust in someone, you have to start small. You can't just throw them a thousand dollars and say, 'don't spend it'. You have to start small. Small actions mean more than the big ones, because if you can't trust someone to complete a small task, how can you ever trust them to complete a task that is bigger than you?
Once I had retrieved the two bottles out of the bag, I set the bag down back on top of the counter. I then positioned one bottle in each hand as I turned them around to face her. I wanted her to see exactly what it was that I had purchased for her.
"What is that?" She asked me.
It was obvious as to why she asked it. This particular brand was not a cheap one. It was made with all-natural ingredients. None of that chaotic junk somebody would get at the local thrift store. If I had to travel back to the States, I would make sure I had my stuff imported in case I ran out at any point. You couldn't easily get the stuff back in the States. I don't know why they sold junk.
"I have never seen that stuff before," she said as I approached her, still ensuring that she could read the label on either of the bottles that I held delicately out in front of me.
"You can only get this stuff here," I said, reaching out with one hand.