Page 40 of Beyond the Fame

“Oh, it’s cool.”

“Cool?” I scorn.

“I’ve never seen Star Wars before.”

“What? Why? How?”

She smiles, sadly. “Long story.”

My eyes flicker back to the jacuzzi and there’s enough water now, so I turn off the faucet. I get in first, then Rebecca steps in, sinking down in front of me. I adjust my cock so it’s not poking her in the back.

“Can I wash you?”

“Yes, please,” she says and relaxes her entire body.

I pick up my body wash and pour some into my palm, foregoing the loofah just so I have a reason to touch her. Lathering up the soap the best I can, I spread it up and down her arms, over her breasts and down her stomach. I cup water into my hands after each pass and rinse the soap off.

The moment I’m done, she twists around in the tub and grabs the body wash I just used on her and squirts some in her palm.

The control I have while Rebecca cleans me, her hands exploring every inch of my skin, is impressive. My anxiety about people touching me fades the more I’m with this woman. There’s something about her that brings out the parts of me I’ve always kept buried.

I wait for her to talk, to tell me what made her sad just a few minutes ago. I don’t pressure her, though. I want her to be comfortable talking to me. My body hums with excitement because I have never wanted something like this before with a woman; something as simple as talking, sharing, confiding.

“I used to be a strange kid. Well, not strange to me, but other people thought I was weird,” she finally says once she’s finished washing me. She gives me a sad smile and turns back around. I draw her against my chest. “I’d dress up in costumes and pretend I ruled magical worlds. I’d wear mismatched clothes with unicorn designs or clothes with a bunch of cats on them. I used to love escaping in my imagination.”

I smooth my palms up and down her arms, letting her know I'm listening. She melts some more against my chest.

“In middle school, kids started making fun of me. I was bullied a lot, so I stopped dressing like that. I stopped my imagination from taking me to those magical worlds.”

“Where you were queen?”

“Yes.” She laughs, the vibration spreading throughout my body. “Tyler was the one who told me I should never settle for being a princess. He told me I should strive for greatness and become a queen.”

“Ah,” I say. “That’s why you told me to shut up when I called you my queen.”

She laughs again. “Yeah.”

“And that’s why you kept getting mad when I called you princess.”

“Yes.” She doesn’t laugh this time, but I heard the smile in her voice.

“Well, only a queen would fondle a man and put him in his place like you did to me.”

“Ugh,” she says and covers her face with her palms. “Don’t remind me.”

I kiss the top of her head.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I liked it.”

“You did?”

“Did you not feel how hard I got?”

She giggles, and it’s so freakin’ adorable.

“I'm used to being in control: with directing, with my press interviews. I'm not a fan of surprises. I like when things are planned and organized. But that can get exhausting. I rarely give myself a break. So, when you grabbed me and took control of the situation, being demanding as fuck, I don’t know. It was sexy. I didn’t think. I just wanted. I wanted you, I wanted to please you, I wanted you to order me around.”

“You do take direction well,” she giggles again, her fingertips drifting across the top of the water.

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