Page 43 of Ma Belle Marguerite
I wait for him to continue. I don’t know what to say. What did I do to deserve this kind of love and undying devotion?
“I wanted nothing more than to go after you, but I loved—no—I love you and only want you to be happy, even if that isn’t with me.” He looks at me for a moment and all I can see is sadness in his eyes before he looks back at the ceiling. “Do I want to kill every man that has even looked at you the wrong way? Yes, I do but I would hold back if that’s what you needed.” It sounds like he is talking with sand in his mouth and it physically pains him to say the words.
This should be a red flag, but all I see is a green flag waving around. Hearing him talk like this is flipping a switch in me that I didn't think would happen so soon. I wouldn’t mind if he joined me in this bathtub and we did a lot less talking right now.
“Rex,” my voice comes out raspy. His head turns, and his eyes snap to mine. It’s clear he knows what I am wanting.
“Ma Belle, be careful what you say right now. I don’t know how much control I have,” he tells me, but the look on his face says he wants me to do the opposite. His eyes are pleading with me to ask him to join me.
“I still owe you, Rexy. Remember that car ride? You kissed me, got me all worked up, then left me in my driveway.” I see the realization of what I’m saying dawn in his eyes. “You may have helped me get off when you called me later, but I still suffered until then, waiting to see if you’d do what you promised.”
“You’re playing with fire,” he groans while adjusting himself on the stool.
Feeling powerful, I sit up just enough that my breasts come out of the water. I watch as he tries to resist looking down, but he ultimately fails. “Like what you see?” I ask smugly, throwing his words back at him from earlier.
Clearing his throat, he says, “We need to talk. Don’t try to distract me now, Bella.” He looks back at the ceiling.
Trying to fake innocence, I place a hand to my chest and gasp,“What? Me? I would never do such a thing.” It’s hard tostay serious while saying this. “I’m innocent. I just wanted to get closer to you.” I sit up higher and lean closer. He never could resist my breasts when we were younger, and they’ve only gotten bigger since I had the twins—time to use this to my advantage.
“Mmmhhmmm,” he mumbles.
I guess this calls for drastic measures. I turn off the jets completely. “Rexy, can you pass me a towel, please? I think I'm done for tonight.” I sigh trying to sound tired and not at all mischievous.
Without looking at me, he gets up, walks to the closet, and grabs a towel. It looks so fluffy and soft. Too bad I won’t be wrapped in it for long if I have things my way. That can wait for another day.
As he holds the towel out to me while trying not to look, I stand up, step out of the tub carefully, and take the towel. I get an idea and ask, “Oh, did you say there were toothbrushes somewhere?”
“Right here in this drawer.” He reaches out and opens a drawer beside him. He turns and holds out a toothbrush and paste to me while maintaining eye contact.
I try to do a quick but sexy rub down so I’m not soaking wet, then drop my towel. I catch a twitch in Rex’s jaw as he fights the urge to look anywhere but my eyes. I see that he has gotten a bit better at resisting, but I’m sure I can fix that.
I take the brush from him and turn to the sink, trying not to smile. I take my time to brush my teeth, while bending over the sink and making sure my butt is pointed in his direction. I wiggle my hips to the song Caramel by Sleep Token in my head, moving slow and seductive.
I feel his eyes on me. I just want him to crack and take me right now. Bent over this sink, his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. Not hold back, pound me, and show no mercy.
Rinsing my mouth I straighten and turn to him, “I guess it’s time for bed. We can talk tomorrow since you’re so quiet now. You must be tired.”
All I get is a grunt as I walk to the bedroom with a little stretch on my way. “Oh, where did I put my purse? I think I have one of my B.O.B’s in there.” I see it over by the door, while the other bags we brought up are by the closet. “Would you be a dear and get it for me while I find something suitable to wear to bed?” This will be the real test of his patience, and if he manages to hold out, I’ll still at least get off. Win-win for me either way.
He looks confused. “What’s a B.O.B?” He asks me as he brings my purse to the bed.
“Oh, you’ll see.” Looking through my purchases from earlier, I find the lacey negligee I picked out at the mall. Taking it from the bag, I grab my purse and place both on the bed, then look through it for my lipstick in disguise. You never know when you might need a helping hand. Right now is one of those moments.
Holding my lipstick up, I turn to Rex. “This is my mini B.O.B. He comes with me everywhere.”
Rex looks confused, “What the fuck do you need lipstick for right now?”
With a wink, lying down on the bed, I say, “Let me show you. Only, you can look, but you can’t touch either of us, or I’ll stop.” I can see I’ve piqued his interest by the look in his eyes and the growing bulge in his pants.
Feeling brave, I tell Rex, “Kneel down at the end of the bed, place your hands in front of you so I can see where they are at all times.” Surprisingly, he does as I ask without any argument.
I wait for him to get settled before relaxing my legs to the side. He licks his lips while watching me and his eyes go wide. “Touche pas.” I remind him he can’t touch in French, trying to sound more seductive.
I turn on my lipstick, and Rex’s eyes glaze over with understanding. Starting between my breasts I circle each one and tease my nipples before I run the device slowly down my body and let out a shiver at the feeling of the vibrations as I reach my inner thigh.
Moving slowly I tease it slowly around my clit as I keep my eyes on Rex. He’s focused on watching my vibrator’s every move. Being in charge feels fantastic, and it’s like a high. Knowing that he is the one that usually brings people to their knees, albeit for a different reason, gives me a heady sense of power.
I see his hand start to twitch. He’s having a hard time holding back, only spurring me on more.
