The Last Knight

Chapter 17

Marcy

My vivid dreams from the car mix with reality, leaving my mind foggy with everything that happened at the cemetery. It takes me a moment to realize where I am and why I feel like I’m levitating through the air. My eyes spring open to the bright lights of Samuel’s penthouse lobby causing me to shield my face from the intrusion.

“Hey sleepyhead. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep plus there was no way you would have been able to get your soaked shoes back on,” he whispers, which I appreciate while the drowsiness takes its time to dissipate from my system.

“You know, I could have walked. You don’t need to carry me everywhere.” His hazel eyes dart from mine as his handsome face morphs into one of irritation. Sam’s jaw clenches, making me wonder what I said wrong. I didn’t mean anything maliciously. I truly don’t need to be babied and carried everywhere as if an invalid. Not to mention that I feel very uncomfortable when he babies me. It just reminds me that I’m nowhere near a supermodel’s body frame, which he’s probably used to being with. I’m comfortable in my skin most days but that’s totally different when someone is carrying me. All of my old insecurities come rushing back to the surface making me feel like a burden, especially a heavy one. I can do this on my own. My mind wanders trying to think of something to say to fix this uncomfortable wedge between us that sprouted from my comment.

The elevator doors close behind us and the sudden pressure from climbing floors quickly makes me queasy. It’s a silent ride to the top as I stew over what to say, but no words form. Sam doesn’t respond to my comment like I expect him. He carries me into his apartment, placing me on the ground and keeps me steady until my legs are stable beneath me. He tosses our soaked shoes by the door then takes my hand in his, leading me somewhere in this giant palace.

“Sam, I’m sorry–” His grip on my hand tightens, making my comment die on my lips. We pass through his bedroom doors and into the bathroom. Sam releases my hand without turning. I stand there wringing my sore hands together in front of me waiting for some sort of response. The shower head springs to life then he stalks back to me. His eyes are burning with…anger? Desire?

“On the counter,” he commands. A beat passes without either of us moving both testing the other. He steps closer bending so his warm breath coats my neck as he whispers, “I said get your ass on that counter, Marcy.” His words paint an evocative picture of longing and desire. My body awakens by the mere presence of him. The need for him to touch me heightens but I know he won’t until I submit to him. I can see my independent, girl boss visage happily fly out of the window as I do what he asks.

My wet clothing squishes as I jump on the counter but I don’t dare move until more instructions come. A wicked smile crosses his face as he separates my thighs, coming between them.

His fingers trail over my cheek and down my throat, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs as my body begins to tremble from his praise.

“Let’s get these wet clothes off.” Sam’s hands skate down my body until he reaches the hem on the hoodie he offered me in the car. Slowly he peels the damp garment from my body, tossing it to the floor. He continues until the only thing remaining is a purple lace bra that barely contains my heaving breasts.

“Did you put this on hoping I would see it? Hmm? Did you want me to rip this from your skin?” He chuckles darkly, his eyes never leaving mine as his warm hands cup my chilled skin. The heat from his body coupled with his hands on me has me squirming on the counter, needing more. More heat, more touching, just more.

I nod but he tsks. “Words, sunshine,” he growls. Something about the sound of his voice sends jolts of pleasure between my thighs.

“Y-yes, I hoped you would see.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth biting down as I wait to see what he does next.

“Mmm, you can’t do that baby.” Sam pulls my lip from my teeth then soothes it with his thumb as he rubs it back and forth. Without thinking, my tongue peeks out to stroke his finger. His eyes close as a groan vibrates from him. I love seeing I have the same effect on him that he has on me. It makes me feel like we are on equal ground even if he’s the one in control.

His eyes open with more urgency than before. My bra pops open before I know what happened. It”s added to the pile on the floor. Not wanting to be the only one on display, I lean closer to slide his shirt off.

“Is there something you’re wanting to see, princess?”

“It’s not fair to only have me out of my clothes.” I look up at him with a pout, making him give in instantly. He pulls the shirt over his head the next moment laying over the pile of wet discarded clothing.

Sam slides me from the counter then falls to his knees before me. His hands grasp the waistband of my leggings, sliding them slowly down my legs torturing us both. My panties go next which I’m surprised aren’t ripped. His hands slowly slide up my body as he nips and kisses a path from my legs, up my tummy, over my breasts and along my neck until he’s standing, leaning over me. Electric shocks from every point of contact spread through my body as if hitting every nerve until I’m a panting mess.

“Fuck you’re exquisite. I want to devour every inch of you,” he breathes into the shell of my ear eliciting a moan to fall from my lips.

In a haze of desire, my nails scratch down his chest until I reach his pants, pulling his belt free and dropping it to the floor with a loud clank that seems to vibrate around the marble. The intensity of his molten pools of hazel is almost too much to bear. Before I can finish, he sheds his pants then pulls me flush against his body. I can feel his hard length pressing against my stomach, making my pussy throb with need. Sam squeezes my ass in his hands forcing me to stand on tip toes as he crashes his mouth over mine.

He’s overwhelming.

All consuming.

Obsessive.

His heat burns my cool skin but ignites something deep inside me.

The steam from the shower begins to billow out, surrounding us in a cocoon of warmth.

“C’mon, sunshine, let’s get you warmed up.” The twinkle in his eyes causes a blush to creep into my cheeks because I know exactly how he intends to warm me up. His fingers gently stroke down my arm until his hand encompasses mine, leading me into the shower. I’d follow this man anywhere.

The warm water is almost painful against my chilled skin making me flinch away. I didn’t realize how cold I was even though I was standing in the rain in November.

“Here, is it too hot?” Sam questions, reaching over my shoulder to adjust the temperature.

“It’s okay. My skin being cold makes it feel hotter than it is.” He nods, pulling me in to wrap his arms around me.

“I want to kiss every freckle,” Sam pauses, kissing my forehead, “along,” kissing my cheek, “your,” kissing my nose, “body,” then finally kissing my waiting lips. He spins me around to face the glass wall forcing me to put my hands up to steady myself. That”s when I see the damage I did to my hands when I was screaming in the cemetery. I try to slide them down, not wanting Sam’s attention to focus on the cuts and bruises.

“Marcy, what the hell happened?” I hesitate, pressing my hands against my stomach. He smacks my ass hard getting his desired effect. I turn around to rub the sensitive skin before he does it again.

“Why the hell did you do that?” I seethe.

“I asked you a question and you didn’t answer me,” he replies matter of factly like he can get away with shit like that. I roll my eyes, which is a huge mistake that I realize after the fact. Sam takes a step closer, caging me into the cool glass shower wall. My teeth pull my lip in to nibble on, only because I know it drives him wild. Two can play at this game.

Sam groans as his darkened eyes rove over my mouth. He bends to grab my wrists from behind me, pulling my hands out for him to observe. My eyes glance away not wanting to see the emotion written across his face.

He brings my hands under the stream to clean away the caked on blood.

“Ow!” I whimper, snatching my hands away quickly.

“Marcy, I need to see the damage.” Hearing my name fall from his lips instead of an endearment makes me feel like I’m in trouble. It’s stupid because it’s my name but I can’t help the disappointment. I lift my hands back up to his so he can continue his perusal.

“I’ll have to wrap these up when we get out of here,” he explains, letting my hands dangle by my sides.

“I don’t think–”

“Don’t,” he commands, effectively shutting me up. There is something about his tone he must have gotten from the military that makes me need to do what he tells me. “Turn around so I can wash your hair.”

As he grabs his bottle of 3-in-1 soap and shampoo concoction, I can’t help but giggle.

“Something funny?” he asks as he takes my hair in his hands, lathering it then massaging my scalp. It feels so good I could fall asleep.

“I was just noticing your variety of shower products,” I murmur with an unmistakable sass that has me smiling.

“I don’t usually have guests.” That intrigues me. We never had a talk about if we were single or not. I suppose I just assumed, which makes me wince. I don’t respond because I’m trying to think of what exactly to say. Why the hell didn’t we already have this talk? He never even asked me if I was with someone. Did he not care? Or was it obvious that I didn’t? Maybe my imaginary boyfriend couldn’t make it to the party. He doesn”t know. The more I think, the pissier I get.

Sam takes the shower head from its stand and begins rinsing my hair.

“You might as well say what you’re thinking before you explode,” he chuckles, continuing to rid my hair of all the soap.

“How did you–”

“Your shoulders are so tense, they look frozen in place. Just spill it.”

“Ugh, I was wondering why we never talked about if we were seeing other people. I mean you could have had a–”

“I didn’t,” he answers before I finish, which makes me angrier. He puts the shower head back in place making it the perfect time to turn and confront him.

“You didn’t let me finish!” I fume.

“I didn’t need you to. I didn’t have a girlfriend or wife or anything else your mind was trying to cook up.” He shrugs like it’s not a big deal. I guess he just assumed a girl like me would be single.

“Why do you still look mad? Wasn’t that the right answer?” he smirks, making me want to smack that look right off his face.

“It was! But, what? You just assumed that I wasn’t with anyone? You never asked!” I try to shout but my voice just squeaks it out. That definitely wasn”t as forceful as I wanted it to sound. I can”t win.

“I knew you were single,” he states, squeezing more soap into his hands before he lathers his own hair.

“What? How could you have known that? Because I didn’t show up with someone?” Sam’s lips come down on mine and I don”t know whether to lean into the feelings or push him away. Men are so frustrating. He pulls back, kissing my forehead then finishing his hair.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are when you’re all riled up?” He grins, rinsing.

Sam makes me so crazy! He sees my frustration and cups my face, his thumb running circles over my cheeks.

“I knew because I asked Miles and Sebastian before the party.”

“Oh.” Well, that makes sense, I guess.

“Do you feel better now?” I nod absentmindedly.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” I sigh. There’s still this nagging feeling that he’s not telling me everything but I can’t put my finger on it. However it doesn”t take long for all of my negative thoughts to drift away. Sam grabs my ass, pulling me up so we’re face to face. I circle my legs around his waist loving the feel of him pressed right at my entrance. He leans in sucking that special spot behind my ear that he’s found, knowing it makes me desperate. My nails dig into his shoulders as my hips press into him more.

“Tell me what you want, sunshine,” he purrs into my ear, nipping and licking down my throat. Pressed up against the cool glass, Sam finds my needy clit and begins to rub in slow even strokes. He’s teasing me until I answer him.

“You. I need you,” I pant.

“I asked what you wanted, sunshine. What do you want me to do to this gushing cunt?” he asked again but with more edge than before. He wanted me just the same.

“Fuck, Sam. Stop being so difficult. Fuck me dammit,” I demand. His devilish chuckle wraps around me before thrusting inside completely. My breath whooshes out of me, like when I was a kid and fell off of a slide. A muffled cry escapes my lips as my head bangs against the glass behind me.

“Take it! This is what you wanted, isn’t it, princess?” he grits.

“Take it like the cock hungry slut you are.” My moans catch in my throat as he stretches me, thrusting hard and fast. My release builds quickly with a ferocity that makes my eyes roll back.

“Yes! Right there,” I hum as the tingles of an orgasm begin in my tummy.

Before the pleasure rolls through me, Sam pulls out, setting me on my feet.

“Hey! I—“ He presses his hand around my throat tightly. The look of his eyes is fierce but confident. My tongue dips out to lick my lips. I can’t help but taunt him.

“I don’t think you remember how this works. You don’t command me. I’m the one in charge,” he whispers in my ear, twisting my nipple with the other. The pain shoots jolts straight to my pussy, keeping me right on the edge.

Sam bites my shoulder then smoothes it over with his tongue. I can”t help but to wiggle under his firm grasp.

“I give you pleasure but I can also take it away. Now, on your knees, brat,” he smirks but his command isn’t up for question. I’m realizing when to pick my battles with him.

Without my eyes leaving his, I slink to my knees before him. His large body blocks the water spray enabling me to keep my eyes open. I’ve never sucked a cock before but I want to please him. I don’t want my inexperience to shine through.

Not waiting for instructions, I run my hands up his slick thighs. With my tongue sticking out, I lick from the base to tip in one motion. His accompanying groan rings out in the shower spurring me on. My lips wrap around his head as I suck the precome into my mouth. The mixture of our desire dances on my tongue.

“You look so pretty on your knees,” he croons. His praise has me diving back in for more. I take him down my throat until tears are streaming down my face and my lungs are burning. He fists my hair, pulling me to look up at him. “Remember to tap my leg if it’s too much.”

“Yes, sir,” I accentuate with a smile.

“Fuck! Open up.” It’s the only warning I get before he thrusts himself into my mouth, further and further with every stroke. My hands tighten on his ass pulling him closer to me. I want everything he has even if I can’t handle it.

“Breathe through your nose, sunshine. Let me in.”

I relax as much as possible while his thick shaft pounds my throat. My hand massages his balls making Sam call out my name. A sense of pride falls over me for giving him pleasure. I can sense he’s close but he pulls me off before he comes.

“There’s only one place my cum goes.” He lifts me then presses my front to the wall, keeping my hands locked behind my back. Sam kicks open my legs and pounds inside me. His other hand wraps around to circle my clit bringing me back to the edge within minutes.

“Please let me come, sir!” I whine as the explosion bubbles within me waiting for permission to combust.

“That’s my good girl.” He bites down on my lobe causing a strangled moan to escape.

“Do you think you learned your lesson?”

I nod furiously

“I need those words, baby.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry. Please!” I beg as more tears rush down my cheeks.

He pinches my clit hard, lighting the fuse. “Come with me,” he urges. “Tell me who owns this pussy. Shout it for the whole building to hear.”

“It’s yours. It’s always been yours, sir! Fuckkk—” A garbled mess erupts from my mouth as Sam stills inside me. I feel each pulse of his hot come spurt into my channel, causing my release to continue on and on.

Once my hands are free, I wipe the hair from my face but continue to lean against the wall for support. Sam slides out and I instantly miss the connection. His arms circle my waist, pulling me against his body.

“My beautiful chaos,” he purrs into my ear, his voice a velvet melody that dances through the air.

“Hmm, beautiful chaos. I like the sound of that,” I muse.

He turns me to face him, his eyes full of emotion. Sam presses a kiss to the top of my head as he whispers, “You”re bold, unapologetic and beautifully messy, princess. The tempest that stirs my heart.” My heart drums in my chest at his words. This is what I’ve always wished for. We stand there together until the water begins to cool.

“Better finish washing up.” He adjusts the knob on the shower to allow us a bit more warmth as we scrub quickly. Sam gently washes between my legs with more care than I’ve ever seen from him. He takes care of me. He actually likes taking care of me. He may be a Dominant in every way but he also enjoys the aftercare aspect. Maybe even more, making him even more irresistible.