The Last Knight

Chapter 13

Marcy

When I turn over in bed to feel for Sam, his spot is cool to the touch. I crack one eye open and see the bathroom door is wide open, he’s not in there either. Stretching my arms over my head, I feel the ache between my thighs but can only smile. Samuel fucking Knight took my virginity. If you would’ve told me that’s what was in store for me then I wouldn’t have believed it. I kick my legs in the air and squeal in excitement. Is this real life?

I need to use the restroom but I’m naked with nothing to throw on to cover me, thanks to Sam for ripping my dress to shreds. It was hot as hell at the time, but now I have a problem. Looking around the room, I don’t see any alternatives so I wrap the silky sheet tightly around my body then pad to the bathroom. I close the door and lock it behind me letting the sheet pool at my feet. Standing in front of the mirror, I see all the little love bites Sam left behind making my heart drum in my chest. Seeing how he marked me sends chills through my body. My long curls are going in all directions but I can’t bring myself to care. As I lean over the counter to look at all the bruises, I feel dried cum between my legs. It’s a foreign sensation but I can’t help but welcome the feeling. I’m finally not a virgin. You need a shower, stat.

Stepping into the shower, I revel in the hot water running over my body. The heat relaxes my sore muscles making me want to sink to the floor. I’m still tired even after the nap I had. My headache seems to have faded, though, making me wonder if it’s true what they say. Does having sex relieve headaches? Seems accurate.

I quickly soap up with Sam’s body wash loving that I will smell like him for the rest of the day. His shampoo options are severely lacking so I’m forced to use the same body wash and hope for the best. No conditioner for my mane–I imagine my hair will look like something from a horror movie once it dries. The towels are heated and it wraps around my body like a glove. My mind slips into the thought of living like this. It’s the little things but it’s so luxurious.

Since he shredded my dress like a caveman, I’ll have to take some of his clothes. His closet is larger than three of mine combined. A freaking bed could fit in here. Sam has all his clothes perfectly hanging with formal and casual separated by fancy partitions. My fingers graze over the different materials until I come to the end of his closet where I see several formal military uniforms hanging.

Matthew used to wear the same uniform. A lump forms in my throat at the sight. In an instant, the closet feels like it’s closing in around me and I can’t breathe. I run from there slamming the door behind me. I fall against it with my hand over my chest. It aches, making me think of Matthew and how he’s not here. And I just slept with his best friend. My heart sinks at the thought that he would be disappointed in me. I rush to the dresser before me and toss on an oversized t-shirt and joggers. My boots are at the foot of the bed so I grab them quickly making my way out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

I hear Samuel on the phone so hopefully I can sneak out without him noticing. Shit, where is my purse? I need my phone to call for a ride or I won’t be going anywhere.

My heart pounds in my chest as I look around for the small wristlet that I took to the party. I can’t help but check out Sam’s penthouse in my search. I love the open concept with huge floor to ceiling windows but it definitely looks like a man’s pad. One plus is it’s clean and everything seems to have its own spot. I don’t remember him being so meticulous before but I guess the military can have that effect on you. Finally I see a sparkle coming from the couch and I know it must be it. As I tiptoe around the side table, I hear a rustling behind me and someone clearing their throat. Fuck, he caught me.

“Going somewhere, sunshine?” he taunts as I whirl around. He approaches me with two piping hot coffee mugs in his hands.

“I was, uh, just looking for my purse,” I half lie. I mean I was looking for it but to get the hell out of here, I happen to leave that part out. Sam has his pajama pants hung low on his hips drawing my attention to his impeccable abs and what they lead down to. I know my face is giving me away because I can feel the heat in my cheeks. It’s the curse of a red head. My emotions play across my face like a movie. I have to bite back a moan at the Greek god in front of me. What was I doing again?

“Are you sure that’s the answer you want to go with? You know what I told you happens to bad girls that lie,” he smirks. Dammit, that stupid dimple I’ve dreamed about for years appears as he stalks over to me. I want to run and jump into his arms and let him tell me that everything is going to be okay, but is it? Matthew not being here makes me feel like I don’t deserve to be happy because I don’t have him to share it with. I feel selfish for thinking, even for a second, that Sam and I could be happy together. It was always too good to be true. Maybe if Matthew was still here things could have been different between Sam and I. Maybe then I wouldn’t have this guilt weighing on my chest.

“I, um, I took a shower.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Then I went looking for clothes and your closet…” I try to choke out the rest of the words but they won”t come. Tears threaten to spill so I look away, ashamed to feel this way in his presence.

“You saw my old uniforms,” he finishes for me. I nod my head as I drop my bag to the couch and wrap my arms around myself. Sam sets the mugs down, taking a few steps closer to me until he’s towering over me. I can feel the heat from his body circling around me. He places his fingers under my chin, lifting my face to meet his. His eyes bore into mine with a deep emotion that I can’t decipher. Anger? Possession? Whatever it is, I feel like I might slip into its dark depths.

“You think I’m just going to let you run out of here after everything that’s happened between us?” he asks, still grasping my chin tightly, not allowing me to run from the situation. He knows me well. He knows I’m a runner when things get tough. I guess I haven’t grown up as much as I thought I have.

My shoulders shrug on their own accord, not really knowing how to respond.

“Words, Marcy,” he commands.

“It freaked me out, okay? I saw the uniforms and the only thing I could think of was Matthew and how he was your best friend and then I started to panic and…”

Sam pulls me into his chest squeezing me, grounding me to the moment. He rubs soft circles over my back and down my arms making chills run down my spine. I shiver in his arms as I look up at him.

“How about we take this one problem at a time,” he suggests. Pulling his arms away but never leaving my body, he leads me to the couch to sit. He plops down then pulls me on top of him. I cringe trying to move over to an empty spot but he isn”t having it.

“Why are you trying to get off my lap?” His eyes rove over my body as his nostrils flare. I’m not sure what that reaction is for, but it’s oddly satisfying.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you. Let me just scoot off really qui–” His finger comes up to my lips and presses them together effectively shutting me up.

“Not another word,” he orders. “I know what you’re thinking and you need to get that shit out of your head right the fuck now. I thought we went over this.” His comment leaves no room for argument but I’m not one hundred percent sure he even knows what he’s talking about.

“You don’t know what I was going to say and I don’t appreciate you talking to me like that. I’m not a fucking child.”

Before I know what’s going on, I’m hanging over Sam’s thick thighs, looking down at the floor. He has me over his fucking lap like he’s going to spank me. The audacity. I’m so angry that words aren’t forming in my mind.

“Now, I’ve already told you that naughty girls get punished. If you continue to speak down about yourself, you will find your ass on the receiving end of my palm. Now, what’s your safeword, sunshine?”

“Safeword?” I repeat.

“Yes, your safeword in case this gets to be too much for you. If it does then say the word and I’ll stop.”

“I, um, pineapple.” Pineapple? What the hell was I thinking when I picked that earlier? In my defense, it was the first thing that popped into my mind.

He chuckles huskily, shooting a bolt of electricity straight to my clit. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I can’t help but squirm on his lap. Wait, is he hard?

“Stay still and count.” Sam pulls the joggers that I borrowed down, leaving me bare before him. The cool air hits my fevered skin eliciting a low moan that I definitely didn’t mean to voice. I don’t want him to have the satisfaction that I will enjoy this little parade of power.

He doesn’t warn me before the first slap rings through the air as it connects with my ass cheek. Hot pain shoots through me but morphs into something more pleasurable as it settles into my skin.

“One,” I squeak out.

“Good girl,” he praises. I don’t know why that phrase affects me so, but I find myself growing wetter. If he spread my legs right now, he would see the evidence on my thighs.

Pulling me from my thoughts, another slap connects with the other ass cheek. Am I really going to lay here and take this from him?

“Is that all ya got, big man? I thought this was supposed to be a punishm–”

Sam’s hand connects with the back of my things and I can”t help but whimper.

“How was that? I was going to go easy for your first time but you had to open that bratty mouth of yours, didn’t you?” he huffs.“Number?”

“T-three,” I breathe out trying to fill my lungs with the oxygen that left them when his hand came down on me.

“Nope. We started over. That was one, princess. Ready to use your safeword?” The way he says it makes my blood boil. He’s taunting me but he should know I am one to never back down from a challenge.

“One,” I repeat, waiting for him to continue. I won’t acknowledge that he insinuated that I would be using my safeword. He can kiss my now red ass before that happens.

The next two come in rapid succession, causing me to flinch but I find myself leaning into him still. It’s true what they say about gingers, we have a high pain tolerance. Obviously this is being used to my benefit, causing the pain to radiate straight to my pulsing center.

“Two, three,” I murmur as I shift on his lap, needing the much needed friction between my legs. I squirm enough that a moan falls from his lips. His hardness is pressing against me. I may be sore from this morning but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him to slide inside me right now. I’m worked up enough that he could thrust right in.

“I know what you’re doing, Marcy. It’s not going to work.” I lean my head back as far as I can to look into his eyes. Desire radiates from them causing shivers to wrack through my body. I shift more against him causing him to utter, “Fuck!”

Sam runs his hands over my heated backside with slow steady strokes. He smoothes away the pain leaving nothing but need in its place. The joggers get thrown the rest of the way off as Sam pulls me up against his body. My legs straddle him as my wet core rests on his hard cock. It takes everything in me not to rock against him. There is an ache that needs to be quenched or I think I will die right here.

“Don’t think every punishment will be that easy,” he comments, “I just couldn’t focus with you grinding that wet pussy all over my lap.” Heat flames my cheeks. How did I go from a virgin to a wanton woman in twenty four hours? He pushes a chunk of curls behind my ear then trails his fingers along my cheek then down the column of my throat.

“You’re stunning and you don’t even know it. How is that possible?” I think the question is more for himself than for me. “If you could see yourself from my eyes,” he groans, “you would have a different opinion of yourself.”

“Thank you.” I’m not really sure how to respond to that.

“You don’t need to thank me. I want you to see it yourself, Marcy. I want you to see the beauty I see. And not just on the outside. You are an incredible person.” He brushes his hands along my thighs going higher and higher until he almost reaches where I need him the most, but at the last second he pulls back. He smirks at my frustration. Damn him.

Against my better judgment, I begin to rock on his lap. If he isn’t going to take care of it then I can do it my damn self.

“You aren’t too sore?” His voice cracks. I hold in my smile by biting my bottom lip and looking up at him. He curses under his breath, something about not being able to stay away. I don’t know. I might have misheard.

“No. Your punishment had the reverse effect and well…” I trail off as I pick up my pace. “Now I have an ache that needs tending to.” My hands graze over his sculpted chest then I trail my nails down over his abs.“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me, sunshine.” He lifts his shirt from my body, leaning in to capture a nipple between his teeth. He tweaks the other with his fingers giving me double the stimulation. It feels so good that I contemplate if I could orgasm from just this. I’m already so worked up that I don’t think it would take much.

“Please,” I whimper. Not really sure what I’m asking for but hoping he understands all the same.

“Take me out,” he whispers with my nipple still in his mouth. The vibrations are almost too much to bear.

Quickly, I lean up enough so that his pajamas slide right off. Sitting back down, I take his long length into my hands, loving the feel of him within my grasp.

Sam moves his hand down my body until it sinks into my pussy. “Damn, princess, you’re soaked. I bet I could slide right in this tight cunt. Think you can take this fat cock again?” His dirty words do something to me, sending a new wave of arousal between my legs. Sam chuckles darkly as he feels the new surge of wetness coat his fingers.

“Does my girl like dirty talk?” he whispers into the shell of my ear. His warm breath sends my body into overdrive, needing him now more than anything.

My hands go to his shoulders as I lean up hovering over his cock. Sam places himself at my entrance then grabs my hips pushing me all the way down on him in one motion. We moan in unison. This new position makes it feel like he’s going to split me open in the best way.

Sam lets out a low growl as he cups my face then crashes his mouth down on mine. He licks the seam of my lips until I open up to him fully, allowing him to devour every corner of me. A whimper falls from my lips but is quickly swallowed away by the raging man before me.

“Fuck, you gotta move, baby,” he grunts as his hands descend on my hips, helping me to thrust my body up and down on his hard shaft. My body was already on edge and with his movements I’m ready to combust.

“Yes! Oh—“ My head falls back as an orgasm begins to flow through my body.

“That’s it, sunshine. Come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.” Sam’s hands grip into my hips tighter in a bruising way. Oddly, the thought makes me excited.

“I’m coming, Sam. Ahh—“ I chant as I continue to use his shoulders as leverage while I chase my own release.

“That’s my good girl. Look how well you take this cock. You didn’t know it was made for this pussy but it was.” He reaches between us, circling my clit and sending another bolt of pleasure coursing through my body.

“Ohhh—“ is the only word I can form as wave after wave of intense rapture crashes into every cell of my body. I’m on fire from the inside out. Burning with need for this man.

“You feel so good wrapped around me. I knew you would. I kept my distance from you but not any longer. You’re mine, sunshine. Mine,” he declares before his mouth is on mine in a punishing, possessive kiss.

Sam flicks my nipples then his mouth is on one, licking and sucking then biting down hard. He grins up at me devilishly as he moves to the other side. He knows what he does to me. He can play my body like a fucking instrument. It’s his symphony and I’m in the audience enjoying the experience.

My legs aren’t used to this kind of exercise so my movements become choppy. Before I can complain, I’m thrust backwards onto the couch as Sam drives into me from above. His hips piston back and forth like he’s competing in a marathon and it doesn’t take long for another burst of electricity to invade my body.

“I knew I could get another one out of you. Come for me, sunshine. Milk my cock as I dump everything I have into that sweet pussy of yours.” My moans can probably be heard by the whole building but I don’t have it in me to care.

“I can’t. Not another–”

“You can and you will.” Sam pinches down on my slick clit and an explosion erupts, sending shocks to every nerve ending in my body.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight. Your cunt wants everything I have, doesn’t it?” he asks before he grips my hips and with one final pump shooting jet after jet of cum in my pussy. The feeling of him filling me triggers something primal in me and it increases the pleasure soaring through me.

Once the high subsides, my body melts into the couch unable to move. Sam collapses over me but holds his weight with his arm above my head. He softly takes my lips kissing me with an emotion that has me questioning everything. Does he really want me? He kisses me almost…lovingly? That can’t be right. I mean he could have any girl he wanted.

Before I can pass out from exhaustion, Sam picks me up and carries me through the penthouse to his en suite. Placing me on the cool counter, he walks over to his garden tub starting the water and sprinkling in bath salts. He walks back over to me and slides between my thighs pushing my wild hair from my face.

“What are you doing?” I suck in my bottom lip as I look up into his hazel eyes.

“Taking care of you.” He kisses my forehead then goes to check on the water temperature. My belly flutters with the feelings I’ve always had for this man bubbling to the surface. I’ve always thought the gesture of being kissed on the forehead was sweet and intimate. The man doesn’t get anything out of the kiss, it’s purely for the sake of the woman. I smile to myself as his back is turned to me.

I take a moment to check out a very naked and very sexy Sam as he’s turned away from me. Gah, even his ass is toned. Is there a part of him that isn’t perfect?

He comes back, lifting me from the counter and placing me into the steaming tub. My ass burns instantly but then it’s soothed by the salts.

“You know, you don’t have to go through all this trouble, Sam. I’ve been taking care of myself for twenty years.” I sink down in the water loving the feel on my aching body. He cups my chin for me to look up at him.

“And that’s exactly why it’s my turn to take over.” He kisses me then leaves the room with my head reeling. So many thoughts and questions roll through my mind but I can’t seem to worry as the relaxation takes over. Resting my head on the side of the porcelain tub, I close my eyes, smiling at the turn of events.