Chapter 14 Samantha
SAMANTHA
As Grumpy tries to build the world’s biggest media and entertainment conglomerate upstairs, I lie on a rug in the great hall. I figure no one will care, and I make notes on my own project. My affordable nutrition model.
I am in the sun, and it is nice to have so much room for once.
It is a huge change to making notes in our small LA apartment, with my noisy ex A-hole annoying me.
As I roll around with notes here and there, I spread my pages wider. I also start to make progress. It really is the best place in the chateau, and I bathe in the sun.
I close my eyes and take a moment. I lie on my back in the denim skirt, and my tank top is small. That is no problem because today, I am getting a lot of vitamin D.
If anyone comes by and asks me to get out, so be it. This area of the chateau is also a ghost town. At least today it’s getting used.
I start to sing an old song in my head, and I think about which healthy greens to favor daily. My eyes are still closed, and I imagine veggies, blenders, and vitamin rich fruits. Suddenly, my instincts tell me to open my eyes, and I do.
Just as the navy-suited grump walks by without his jacket.
He looks down and I gasp. “Shit, sorry.”
Harry’s sleeves are rolled up, and his muscular arms look powerful. His eyes are starting to look dark, but it’s likely just the light.
“It’s okay,” he says, pausing. “It’s good to see the room used.”
“Really?”
“Sure.” He then looks up to see how long the sun will continue to shine and when it will set. “Just don’t go topless.”
“Why not?” I ask, stupidly.
“Because you may get disciplined.”
I like him looking down at me, and I like his eyes all dark. It reminds me… Reminds me of the night… He really is a perfect specimen, and if he wanted to tear my panties off now…
I.
Would.
Let.
Him.
Heck, I’ll rip my own off.
As he looks down at me, he puts his hands on his hips. I can feel the energy around us ripple. His eyes are going darker, and I know I’m getting wet. I want to do something sexy, like move my hands over my head or put a hand between my legs. Just to show him I’m ready. Ready for him again.
Without warning, he walks towards the door, and I roll onto my stomach. “Hey!” I yell.
“What?” Harry says, stopping in the distance.
“What if I need disciplining?”
His eyes look ruthless, and I can hear him growl from here. I crossed the line, again.
As he walks out the door, I roll onto my back. The sun warms me, and I realize I need help. And I need to come. I want him inside me, so f-ing bad.
Grumpy messages me hours later, saying he will stay in his apartment for a few days. I guess I chased him away.
After delivering him dinner but wanting to see and talk to him, I wash up. I need to swim, and I need to burn off the sexual energy building inside me.
Again, topless, like a bad girl, I do twenty lengths. I push myself hard. I want to exhaust myself, and I want to sleep deeply for once.
Not think about him inside me again and not think about me riding his cock.
After the twenty, I decide to do another ten lengths.
I swim on for a while, and then suddenly, there is a splash in the pool. Stopping, I look around.
Harry comes up in front of me.
His eyes are dark, and he is not impressed. My feet are just touching the bottom as he steps forward.
Suddenly, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me hard.
His tongue slides inside my lips, and I grab him around the back of the head. Enough waiting, I move fast.
I wrap my legs around him, feeling his cock in his shorts. It’s against my butt and it’s so hot.
Harry kisses me deep and hard, and I moan as he walks us towards the pool edge.
Sitting me on the edge, he tugs my bikini bottom straight off.
Before I can work out what is going on, he pushes my body back onto the white marble. His head then drives between my legs.
Holding my hips, he swipes his tongue between my needy lips. He does it again and again, and I start to get wet and needy.
I hold his head against me, and I writhe and moan. Harry swipes up one last time, and I whimper. He then drives his tongue inside me.
I grind my butt down and fist the marble. As my folds are spread wide, he holds me in place and devours me.
I yank his hair as his thumb starts to circle my clit. “Oh God,” I say, needing it.
I try to wriggle, all wet, and then I place my feet on his broad shoulders.
He holds me in place, driving his tongue deeper inside me. I start to lose it, and my core starts to spasm.
Suddenly, he sucks my clit into his mouth. As he slides two hooked fingers inside me, they curl up further.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please.”
He gets me closer, and I remember how good he is.
“Oh, yes, please, make me come,” I plead. “Please.”
Finally, my back arches, and I shatter. Stars shoot out of millions of my cells, and I am one with the universe. Bliss is injected into every living cell, as I moan like never before, and erupt in waves.
As I come on his tongue, I buck again and again into his mouth.
I then hold him close and draw him onto my stomach. He kisses my breasts, and his touch is soft.
And caring.
The beast then climbs above me and stands. He looks formidable, and I gulp at the sight.
He is huge, and he looks serious.
After yanking his shorts off, he throws them aside. His cock is huge, and I gulp anxiously. He crouches between my legs, looking like a Spartan athlete. Part warrior. Part lover. All man.
I go to pull him up, but he swats away my hands. His eyes are dark, and his gaze fierce. Holding one hip, he swipes me with his huge crown. He then rubs it against my clit.
I whimper, desperate. “Please, now,” I beg again.
He pauses with his crown just inside me. Our eyes meet, and I nod.
“Tell me. You need to tell me.”
“Please, fuck me,” I plead. “Now!”
He climbs above me and holds my chin. I look deeply, wanting, into his eyes; he is like the first night when he took me. Took me in the storm how he liked to.
Harry then drives into my slickness, and he does it with power and need. I gasp loudly, my wet pussy stretched wide.
Harry then holds my face and stares deep into my eyes. It’s not long before I feel it coming again, and he is working me to perfection. As he kisses my neck and thumbs my clit, I return to the edge and go over.
Gasping, I arch my back like a cat. He is too good. Too good at making me come for him.
As I clench around him and let go, wave after wave of pleasure sweeps through me. I moan in ecstasy, amazed.
As Harry holds me close and nibbles my lower lip, he whispers low, “Samantha, oh God, yes, Samantha.”
I feel his thick cock buck in me, and then I feel him hold and lock. I then feel him pumping, and it doesn’t stop. As I gasp and our bodies quake and surge together, he pulls me into his arms.
Suddenly…
I awake, gasp and look around. As I sit up in Harry’s bed, I catch my breath, confused. The sun is just about to rise, and I crash back down, alone. Hands covering my face.
“Oh, God! NO!!!”