Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

  "Make me." I whisper in a joking way. I didn't think much of it knowing it was just a tease. I giggle and twist in his hold as my face heats up. "Don't make me repeat myself. Jennifer. Trust me." His tone was stern and almost a thin line. As if he was testing me, his words grazing over my skin. One wrong move and it crumbles down.

  My giggles die down and I look up at him and he was not playing around. Part of me wanted to see what he would do. Another part of me didn't want to test him and just do as he says to get a praise. I bite my lip and his hold loosens. "N-no..." I step back officially regretting my words.

  A soft laugh comes out Marcels perfect lips. "Lovely." Marcel mumbles staring deep into my eyes.  My heart races as I wait for his next move. I close my eyes to blink and I felt myself get lifted. A squeal erupts out of me as I almost lose balance. "Wha-what are you- shh princess." He coos. Marcel let's me go on the bed.

  I was about to lift my head as my face fumbles into the blankets until I felt Marcels tatted hand keep my head still into the bed. "Baby, I tried to give you a chance." He says into my ear. His large hand runs over my butt. My words were muffled as he kept my face into the mattress. I twist my hips around feeling my panties pool with my wetness. I feel a bit exposed and I don't know why it's making me feel... needy.
    Marcels knuckle gazed my cunt and he moves it away. He dips his finger into my panties and tugs on it making it rub against my sensitive bud. I whimper into the mattress.

This man tortured my clit slowly. I think he was giving me a dang wedgie. "Chaton, you never disobey me. Why now? Hm?" He teases. "Is there anything you want to say?" He applies pressure to my clit and lifts my head up by my hair and I let out a small moan. "Anything else?" Marcel asks and I knew he wanted an apology. But my mind was clouded with what his hand was doing.

  I accidentally moaned his name and I heard a light growl and a harsh sting goes down on my butt and I flinch. "Try again baby girl." He demands and I groan as he shoves a finger inside me. "I-I'm so sorry! I was in- in- um joking." I stutter out the words I was trying to get out. It didn't work.

Marcel pulls his hands away from my body and hums. "I don't like games. You know that." He says and I frown without him seeing. He rubs the possibly red spot on my bottom and the dip into the bed rises back up.

I had to sadly ignore the fire around my core from his teasing. Dang it. I sit back up and sigh pushing the messy strands from my face. My hair hasn't been washed in a while. The tangled mess was becoming frizzy and not put together. I hear Marcel walk out on the phone and I walk to the door to listen but it was no use. He was speaking in his own little language for French. I frown and go back to the comfy bed of mine.

I decide to make it to feel more... replenished. I go to the bathroom and turn the shower on and grab 2 towels. My wash cloth was somewhere to not be found so I just grab a new one.

Marcel was quick to come back in and he had a total different demeanor. "Going without me?" He asked and I nod firmly. "It's hair washing day." I smile softly after closing the door of the towels and bathroom products. "Can I join? I won't touch." He says. When I said his demeanor changed I mean in a angry way. He was tense and his breathing was a bit heavier. His hold on his own telephone was tight while he looked completely calm. His eyes weren't as bright and his jaw was clenched as his lips stayed soft and free.

I could tell he was pulling at his curled roots while on the quick phone call and I frown. "You can join." I find myself saying out loud and I quickly turn around grabbing another towel for him.

"Marcel." I mumble seeing him look down at his phone angrily. I walk over to him seeing he was too occupied reading a long message. I touch his forearm and see his body physically relax. But his facial features stayed tense and angry. Something was wrong. I wish I knew. I wish I could help. "Let's shower, hm?" He asks staring into my eyes and I nod firmly.

He leads me to the well known bathroom as if it was my first coming into this apartment. Marcel didn't think for a second to take his clothes off. He just did it after feeling the hot water. I set the towels down and slowly undress myself from the over T-shirt and undies. My hair was looking and feeling horrible and I sigh of how I was treating my self.

Stop it Jennifer! This isn't you. Stay clean and healthy and happy!

I smile at my own helpful words and get into the shower. "Are you okay?" I mumble having my back face him. I heard a quiet sigh come from him. "You don't have to say anything. I just want to make sure you're okay. I don't want y-you... dying." The last sentence came out randomly. But I had a gut feeling he was in danger. "Shh baby. No, I will not be dying. Not with you chaton. Never." He coos in my ear as he wraps his arms around my curves.

"Pine tree." I giggle and be hums softly. "My baby girl." He replies randomly and reaches for the shampoo. "You cannot get distracted on hair washing day." Marcel said in a sarcastic tone. "You're right!" I say with a frown of determination. He rubs the product into my hair and I smile softly.

"Have you ever washed another girls hair?" I ask and he says no. "Have you ever been in the shower with another girl?" I ask and he says yes. "What happened to Nora?" I ask and it was silent. He stopped rubbing in tinny scalp. "She ran away- No. she died. How? Vinny already told me but not how." I shrug and he clears his throat.

"She got shot." He explains and continues his hand motion and I gasp lowly. "We-why?" I turn my head. She was such a beautiful girl! "Don't worry about it, yes?" He asks and I frown. "She was... she was pretty and I-I know me and her didn't well.. get a long but- Jennifer. Leave it alone." He says sternly and I look away. "You've slept with her before I-you know she's beautiful!" I say and he doesn't respond.

It was silent and I couldn't help but ask if he killed her and he doesn't respond. "Please answer me." I turn around fully feeling the hot water hit my back. His eyes flickered to my breasts and he wasn't rescrubbing my head. His eyes closes and he puts his hands down. "Yes." He answers finally and I nod. Fear took over me wondering what she could have possibly done for him to shoot her. "Why- no." He says tilting my head back to let the product rinse out. "Stop with the questions and focus on getting clean." He instructs and I sigh. "I'm just cur- No." he interrupts and I groan.

I tilt my head from his grasp and rinse the product out myself. My eyes wondered to the lovely pink tree and branches on Marcels body. "Did it hurt you? The tattoo?" I ask realizing how dang dumb it sounded. Of course it didn't. He's been through a lot worse than a dang tattoo. "The coloring did a bit. He mixtured more than one for shading." He explains rubbing skincare products on my face with a rag and I do the same to his. "What would you want from me if I did a tattoo for you?" I ask and he ignores it. "It has to come from you. I didn't ask you what you would want. I just knew it." He says looking down at me.

"Do not waste all the hot water! I have a date with a hot girl!" zenday yells from the opposite side of the door. Jazmine. Me and Zenday need to catch up on her and Jazmine! We talked about everything but them too.

Marcel pecks my forehead and tilts my head back to rinse the conditioner after combing my hair and washing our face wash off. "So clean and pretty, hm?" Marcel coos at me.

"Can we get the drinks and cake pop now?" I turn around abruptly. "Yes princess." He chuckles softly.