Chapter 31 Samantha
SAMANTHA
The sun wakes us, streaming into the huge penthouse apartment in the chateau. I roll out of the high four-poster bed and walk to the tall windows.
I see it is sunny as I stand naked in the cleansing light. I feel movement in the room, and then I hear feet.
A minute later, Harry holds me from behind.
His large body is warm, protective, and strong. His thick cock is also pressed against my butt and rising.
“Morning,” he says against my soft neck. His voice is slow, low, and deep. As he wraps his big arms around me, he nuzzles my neck and hair. It feels nice; he feels perfect.
“Morning,” I say.
“Thanks for last night, and sorry to, ummm…”
“Mess with me?” I ask.
“Yes, I guess.”
I turn, and Harry holds me in his strong arms. “Well, just know that one day I will get you back.”
Harry raises a brow, then he holds my chin. “Oh, will you just?”
A bell rings, and we share a look. “That’s kind of early for William to send a message, no?”
“It is,” Harry says with a serious tone.
“Everything alright?” I ask. I move before Harry, intrigued, and I walk to the old pipe communication system near Harry’s four-poster bed. I get the note as Harry walks to a coffee and tea area.
It is next to old leather-bound books, and I do a three-sixty, taking in his rooftop apartment. “Nice place, Master Harry.”
It really is, and in fact, it’s spectacular.
Old oil paintings, statues, lake views, candelabras, antiques, and leather couches fill out the classy space. What looks like a cool office area is through a gap behind more statues.
Harry adjusts a fancy coffee machine as I walk back, naked, with his note.
“You read it,” Harry says, focused on making coffees.
I climb cat-like onto an old brown leather couch and curl my feet under me.
“Dear Master Harry,” I say, in my best Old English accent. “As per the ancient tradition, it is the day.”
“Oh, God,” Harry says, freezing.
“What day?” I ask, worried.
“Read on,” Harry growls. He then crosses his arms, watching me.
“And as per the tradition, I, Sir, have the day off. As does Miss Samantha.”
I look over, and Harry rubs the back of his neck. He mumbles “fuck,” and I read on, intrigued.
“For the next twenty-four hours, and bound by tradition, you must attend to us both.”
I look over at Harry, and he does not look happy.
“Please remember to attend to us both. And on hand and foot. Enjoy your day, Sir, and please note I would like my three meals at eight, one, and seven this evening. Thank you for understanding.”
We share a look, and I get up and pace. “So, lemme get this right. Today, as per some old-fashioned tradition, you need to be my servant? And do what I command?”
Harry looks nervous. “Answer me!” I demand, lifting my chin.
“Look, it’s a very old and silly tradition.”
“A short answer, if you will, Sir.”
Harry sighs, and he seems to give in. “Okay, just for the day. I will be your—”
“Have to be my…”
“Chef and whatever, and I shall also serve William, hand and foot.”
“Oh, this is good.” I beam, excited. “No! This is great!”
Looking even more nervous, Harry lifts his hands in protest. He is still naked, and he looks hot in the sun. “Now, now,” Harry says as the small Italian coffee machine whirs and works away. I can now smell the coffee brewing.
“You, Sir, are at my beck and call, correct?”
Harry puts his hands on his hips. He looks spectacular naked, and his eight-pack and thick cock are glorious. “Within reason.”
I toss the wonderful note high and theatrically, and it sails in the air. I walk away, feeling hot, feeling powerful, and feeling completely unstoppable. I know it is time.
Time to mess with Harry as would any crazy woman.
I walk far away in the huge penthouse with rugs, paintings, antiques, and old books, and I think as I tap my chin.
Harry shakes his head in the distance, muttering away in terror. He then looks at his coffee project and crouches down at it.
I pause near a tall arched window, and I call back, loudly, “Here, boy, fetch my coffee.”
After hearing him grumble, I hear the clink of fine china. I next hear footsteps. As Harry walks my way, I hear him mutter to himself, and I care for it not.
“Here we fucking go.”
I decide to spread my forming ludicrous demands out over the next twenty-four hours. I then realize there is no way I can control myself.
“There,” I say, “just there, man-servant.”
Harry sighs and places the coffee on an old antique rosewood side table. I next look around. Lifting a naked and shaven leg, I place my foot on the windowsill. I then look across the fine gardens and lake.
My foot is high, about thigh-height. My body is now exposed, completely visible.
In saying that, all I can see is the lake, trees, and fine gardens. No one can see me naked. Only him. “Now, boy, on your knees.”
“What?”
“Don’t be insolent,” I say. “I can have you whipped you know.” There is no movement, and I want a morning tongue inside me. “Do not make me beat you, boy.”
Reluctantly, my naked man-servant walks over and takes his position under me.
With his hardening cock against his stomach, he looks up. I look down, as serious as I can be, and I know it’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing.
Harrison stares back with hatred in his eyes. In saying that, there is some kind of sparkle too. I can also see his cock is thick. That being a clear giveaway.
“Now, my good man,” I say in a bossy, wealthy female accent. “Lick, and lick like your life depends on it. And maybe it does.”
I look up and across the calm lake. Away from the servant and his wicked duties.
I tell myself I have better things to think about. Like running the estate and monitoring the troublesome staff.
I start to get worried we are having a communications breakdown when Harry’s mouth starts to devour my now wet pussy.
Holding my hips in place, he swipes his tongue up and down slowly. It is spectacular, but I know my knees won’t hold out for long.
Harry continues, and I start to pant. I also grab the peasant by his hair. He is soon thrusting his long tongue in, and it drives straight inside me.
My knees start to go weak, and I gasp, “Oh, God.” I try to steady myself, and an arm goes wide for support. I hold onto a statue as the brute feasts on me. He swipes up and down, lapping up my juices, and I have trouble breathing.
As his hand gets a better grip on my butt, I feel a finger against my anus. It’s nice, but it’s time to push his buttons.
“Careful, boy,” I say, grabbing him more fully by his hair. “And pace yourself, for God’s sake. It’s going to be a long day. A long day indeed.”
After several more minutes, and when my one supportive leg starts to shake, I look around.
Without warning, I spin my high leg over, and awkwardly, I walk away.
Now five feet from him, I lie back on the couch, legs wide, ready for pleasuring. “Eat me!”
The scowling hung hunk walks my way on all fours.
He is like a big angry cat, and I like it.
Way too much.
He finally reaches me, and he bites down on my wet pussy. As he feasts on my core, I whimper and gasp. Resting my hands on his head and jaw, I hold him in place.
Minutes later, I am bucking into his face.
The savage then makes me come, he is wicked and rough. I come on his tongue, and I come on his gorgeous face.
Leaving me in a panting pile, he stands, hard, and he walks to my coffee. He returns and places it at my side. Harry then bows his head. Grinning and panting, I come to my senses and look up.
The hard, athletic brute stares down at me and he drinks his own coffee in one.
Taking mine, I sip it. I then breathe, trying to catch my breath. I side-eye his thick, veined, and pumped-up cock, a mere foot from me.
It is a hard decision to make, but I finish my coffee. I fist him hard, and I gulp at his size and girth.
As the rising sun warms me, and while reclining naked on the ancient leather couch, I take his cock in my lips. Then, as I hold his butt cheeks like handles, I take him all the way in.
It does not take long before I make the brute come for me and into my mouth.
Finally, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I then command him. “There,” I say, pointing. “There you may rest.”
Harry lays down, sprawling naked on the rug below me.
I look down from the couch, and he gasps like a fish straight out of water. Harry must pay for messing with me last night, and it is clear. Clear we should reside in the same bed.
Meanwhile… The day is looking up, and it has only just begun.