Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

Julie had an inkling that giving Anabelle this much power would come to bite him and it eventually did. Now he has to endure the worst torture any male in the world could ever experience.

"Good work," Anabelle said just as her hands went to the shirt and opened the rest of the buttons, pulling the shirt off her arm till it dropped to the ground.

"Holy mother of God," Julie's heart almost stopped dead. What could be sexier than to stare at your beautiful girlfriend in her birthday suit in broad daylight?

Anabelle was beautiful and he wasn't saying that because she was his girlfriend or because he wanted to f**k her right now. She was just beautiful.

Her tits were moderate and standing firm, her nipples already taut and wanting to be touched by him - he hoped so. She had a narrow hip and looking down further, the faint soft curls on her womanhood made him release a sharp breath. Taking his eyes away, his gaze rested on her long legs and that didn't make it easy either. He conjured a scene where her long attractive legs were wrapped around his waist while he pounded into her.

Christ! Anabelle was a walking temptation.

Anabelle smirked, it was working. This was her vengeance and for all those days he kept her waiting, he would pay for it today, mwahaha.

She strutted over to the bathtub and got in, letting the warm lathered water envelop her body. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling as it soothes her aching muscles.

When Anabelle finally opened them, her dark gaze rested on Julie who still stood at that spot, his jaw almost falling to the ground. No, he was almost bleeding from the nose. His cheeks were rosy and there was a huge bulge in his pants. 

"Anabelle," He said her name, almost painfully. 

Yes, he was really in a painful state right now. He thought he had seen everything until Anabelle walked over to the bathtub, her butt moving rhythmically. He almost died. 

"What are you still waiting for?" Anabelle asked him, peering up at him through lowered lids, "Come and do your work," she gestured to him with her foot to come forward. 

Fine, man, Julie encouraged himself. Get a grip of yourself, there's nothing on her body you haven't seen - and tasted. You can't give her the pleasure of winning - Julie knew this was intentional. Yes, he admits he's been an asshole, but this punishment? Damn! It was too much. 

He went on, hello to the fellow down there, you just need to calm down. You need to show the lady who's the boss here. But that was like telling him not to eat with breakfast served in front of him. 

Fine, we could just think of her as a puppy - an attractive-looking chihuahua. Julie began to imagine Anabelle in the tub as a puppy and to his surprise, it worked. Yes! his swelling below reduced and he knew he would be alright in no time. 

"What are you waiting for Julie? Come and bathe me or don't you want to anymore?" Her voice was low and seductive. 

No, Julie shook the temptress' voice out of his head. He had to think of her as a talking puppy. Yeah, a tempting annoying chihuahua. 

Julie made up his mind and with that great determination, walked over to the bathtub and warm some scrubs between his hands. He then used gentle, circular strokes to massage it into her skin.

Anabelle sighed, this felt good, as Julie massaged all of her body except her private parts and her sensitive nipples. But then, it annoyed her quite a bit that she couldn't elicit the reaction she needed from him. By now, he should try to pounce on her, right? How could he be able to touch her without attempting anything for this long?

"You're massaging a puppy! You're massaging a puppy!" Julie fed his mind as his hand moved around her elbows, foot, and other parts of her body. 

For once, he was glad for the suds that covered her private's parts, her breast included, even though he could see the contours. 

Damn! You're massaging a puppy! You can't give in to the temptation! Be strong! Be brave! Let courage lead the way… Huh? Where had he heard that song? 

"What about my hair?" Anabelle intentionally fluffed her hair, some of it getting into his face. She heard that men found a woman's hair attractive, moreover, Julie liked to play with hers. Perhaps, this might make him cave in finally? 

Anabelle chuckled evilly mentally, let's see how far you would last my dear Julie? 

But to Julie, the hair? It wasn't a problem at all, he was simply massaging a puppy's coat. He went on with his endurance. He had to win this battle, his pride was on the line.

Julie obediently got behind Anabelle. He took the shampoo and drizzled a generous amount all over her hair. Placing her hands on top of her head, he began to gently press and rub against her scalp. 

For a moment there, Julie was tempted to intentionally get the shampoo into her eyes and go through the pretense of wiping the sting off her eyes. However, that was low of him and he would never hurt Anabelle - not even playfully. Yes, she was that important. 

Anabelle had another shenanigan up her sleeve, however, as Julie continued to work his way down the back of her head, back up toward the top, and all the way to her forehead and knead her earlobe, she found herself aroused. No one told her the scalp was an erogenous zone. 

She grabbed the edge of the bathtub as if trying to brace herself against the sensuous onslaught. But then, when Julie rinsed out the shampoo with the detachable showerhead, Anabelle found herself moaning as it was supercharged with sensuality. 

That single moan from Anabelle broke the restraint Julie had build-up and he knew that moment, he couldn't do this anymore. He had never seen a puppy who could moan like Anabelle. 

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