Chapter 30 Samantha
SAMANTHA
We head for home the next day, and we depart in the evening. I’m beyond exhausted; no one should come that much.
It’s likely unhealthy, even if it was spectacular. It is also likely addictive and dangerous.
Like him!
As we have to fly halfway around the planet, we decide to spend a night in Europe. We select Rome to land, shower, eat, and sleep. It’s nice to catch our breath.
We continue on the next day, happier and gentler.
It is almost as if another storm has passed, and we talk and we have fun. It is great to also get to know each other more.
I am unsure what will happen when we get home, but I decide to go with the flow.
We are also getting quite touchy, leaning against each other and holding hands. Whatever it is, it feels good and natural.
We land back on Harry’s estate as the sun sets, and William drives us past Tusk for a quick pat. Tusk is well, sleepy and calm.
We drive to the chateau lobby, and I feel anxious, unsure what to expect.
Outside the chateau, I do some improv yoga on the grass because my body is stiff. Meanwhile, Harry has a quiet word with William.
Harry then disappears inside without a word.
I decide to give him some space, and I kind of have a plan. I will avoid asking Harry his thoughts. I also want to just see how things will go. No expectations. No pressure. Just flow.
Just go with it.
Finally entering the lobby, I look around in silence. There are no bags. There is also no sign of Harrison and no sign of William. I head up the wide, white marble steps to my room, and it feels strange.
Inside, I notice my travel bags from the jet. I pace, and I think. I then start to fume, but I force myself to calm.
I walk around, shaking my hands to get rid of my scattered and messy energy.
Next, I mutter and take deep breaths to find my center.
It is hard.
I decide to stop overthinking things, and I unpack my clothes and gear. Everything sits on the large bed, and I have not placed anything away. It feels weird.
So, so weird.
I decide it has to be done, so I force myself to get back into chateau living and being his staff.
As I try to process what the heck we, or a possible we, are going to do or be like, the small bell rings, and a message arrives.
Nervously, I walk to the tube and open the message.
My heart pounds, and I am beyond anxious.
Thank you. That was fun.
“Fun?” I huff loud, pissed with the heartless and short message. “That son of a bitch.”
I pace, I process, and I think way too much. I am not confused about the trip or my feelings, but I am disturbed.
Forcing myself to not run upstairs, to not kick his door in, and to not demand an explanation is beyond hard. Really f-ing hard, but I need to know. Know how to feel. Know who we are.
Know if we are real, or if he and the last few amazing days was all just a show.
I pace, trying to understand what is going on.
Based on the verbal agreement to be his fake fiancée, and like in many countries around the world, verbal agreements hold up in a court of law, that should mean we are still legally engaged.
And that should mean I have access rights to him. Him, his body, his lips, and his eyes.
All of him!
Thinking on, I suspect the only issue or complication to that line of thought is that the deal had noted the engagement was a ruse. A trick. A scam.
My mind goes around and around, and I am close to vomiting.
I am about to storm up the rest of the marble stairs and demand we talk when the stupid bell rings again.
“Son of a bitch,” I huff, running to the message.
I lift it fast, my fingers shaking, my heart racing.
PS Can you please come up? It is time. Time I make you come.
I snap, and I see red. I am beyond furious, but furious and almost turned on.
Scribbling fast, with a shaking hand, I write.
FU. PS What time and how?
I put it in the stupid pipe system, and it wooshes away. I then yank hard on the dumb bell so he knows to check his end.
As I pace in the forming moonlight, confused, angry and excited, the stupid bell rings.
Vaulting across the bed, I snatch at the note.
Now and tongue.
I yell loudly, and it is not pretty.
Deciding clothes are not needed, and enough is enough, I yank off what I have on. That being comfy black yoga pants and a T-shirt, no bra.
I run naked, and I am pissed.
Enough is enough!
After streaking up the back two levels of marble stairs, I run down the polished oak hall. I pass old oil paintings, marble statues, and fancy antiques.
Suddenly, my eyes pop and I slow. “Fuck.”
I cover my breasts and try to look normal.
William and his hot tea are heading my way. He is also trying to look as if nothing is out of the ordinary, like me.
I am already caught, naked and blushing, so I do the best thing possible. I lift my chin, flick my hair, and act like everything is normal. “Good evening, William.”
William walks on, unflappable. “Miss Samantha.”
I finally reach the door, and William heads away down another passage. I am all alone. After cussing all manner of bad things about the wicked bastard I am about to attack or mount, I burst in his door. “You son of a bitch!”
“Now, listen,” Harry says, turning and smiling.
“No, you listen!” I say, hands on hips, heart pumping. “You think you can just mess with me and play with my heart and head. No way!”
I slow and stare at him with angry eyes.
Harry is not doing what I expected. He is not at his desk, in a suit, and emotionless, like a cold bastard. Harry is lying back in his huge bed. He is silent, and he is smiling.
He flicks the expensive sheet back, and the best body I’ve ever seen and the thickest cock are waiting for me and ready for use.
“Get in here!”
“No!”
“Get in here, woman!”
“No! I will not,” I say, stomping my foot down hard. I start to pace, and then I start to get cold.
Going downstairs naked, alone, will be all kinds of bad. I look back at the smug son of a bitch.
I then yell, run, and leap.
Harry moves just in time, and I land hard on the huge, old bed. He wraps his arms around me, and the sheet swings around as a second layer.
I am immediately on the softest bed the world has ever made.
The warm, wicked tease, and sex machine is now under me, and he is hard.
“You son of a bitch, you need to pay!” I yell. I am now holding his wrists and lying flat down on him. Face to face.
“Talk is cheap. Have your wicked way with me,” he says as he lets me sit on him.
I shuffle around on his hips, and his body is hot and inviting. I rub against his body and his hard, thick cock. “As if I won’t,” I say, still furious.
We slow and stare into each other’s eyes. Harry then reaches for a condom.
“No need,” I say. Harry pauses, and we share a look. “I cannot get pregnant. Taken care of.”
We did not use condoms in Japan, and I know I’m clean.
I also know he does not have sex. And he has not had sex with anyone else for likely a year. I force his thick strong arms above him and hiss out with venom, “Don’t you fucking move.”
Reaching down, I line him up. I then rub against his thick, hard cock. I find the perfect position, and he is between my wet folds, where he belongs.
I finally sit up, and Harry keeps his arms above his head on the pillow. I swipe his crown against my clit, and I do it again.
Harrison squirms, and I position a nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it, and I moan.
He moves his hands, and it’s time for another tongue lashing. “Don’t you move!”
I rise, and then I insert his crown just inside me. Inhaling, I ready my tight pussy to be stretched, and stretched wide.
I come down on Harry’s cock and let him fill every inch of me. He stretches me wide, and I gasp and start to pant. It’s almost too much, as he always is.
Slowly, I start to ride him, rocking backwards and forwards.
I like to be commanded, but I also like this, bossing him around.
I like the energy we share, the playful way we are developing, and our eye contact. I just miss one thing as I ride him and fuck the man below. His expert hands on me and his incredible skills.
“Now you may touch me,” I say, sliding up and down.
“You need to ask for it,” he growls.
“If the Sir is feeling accommodating, then I would like him to…”
“Say it!”
“Okay! Fuck me and make me come! Now, are you happy?”
Harry takes my hips, and without warning, he rolls us over. With a perfect switch, he is suddenly on top of me. He is deeper inside me, and he is where he belongs. Between my legs.
I moan in delight, and he pushes my legs wider. “Spread them, darling.” I gasp as our eyes meet, and I need him. Need him forever. My mouth is suddenly plundered by his tongue.
He penetrates my mouth and plunders my wet pussy below. It is almost too much, and I feel his firm hands around my folds and butt. I moan and suck his tongue inside my mouth.
Harry explores every inch of my folds, and his drenched fingers reach my aching nub.
He circles my clit with perfect pressure, and I moan loudly. “Oh God.”
I will not last long; it’s disturbing how well he can manipulate my body.
A minute later, it happens fast, and it happens faster than I expected. Before I know it, my body starts to arch, and I buck. I then come apart.
“Coming,” I gasp.
“That’s it, come for me, baby, come!”
Harry holds my chin and watches my eyes. I double-blink, amazed, as we stare into each other’s faces. I then start to cross over.
Harry puts the perfect amount of pressure on my clit and forces me further and further over the edge.
Suddenly, it happens, and I shatter and moan. As I explode and unravel in front of his eyes, it’s almost too much.
As if we are sharing everything and not holding anything back. And as my core tenses up and pulses, suddenly, Harry bucks. He holds me close, and I watch his face change.
His eyes beam, and his mouth opens as he comes. “Samantha!” he growls as he peaks. “Ohhhh, Samantha.”
Harry holds my face inches from his as he empties himself inside my wet, pulsing core.
Our two bodies buck as wave after wave of aftershocks ripple through us. Our mouths are wide, our eyes unbelieving.
“Oh, Samantha,” Harry says as he surges one last time.
“Oh, God,” I sigh, amazed.
Harry touches my flushed cheek, and his mouth turns up at the end.
“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” I say before realizing. Realizing I may have said the wrong thing.
Before I can worry further, Harry caresses my cheek. “I won’t, baby. I won’t.”
Harry holds me to his chest and stays deep inside me. It’s just what I need, and he is perfectly gentle and calm.
After pulling gently out, Harry lies on his back next to me. He then pulls me to his chest, and I lie on him for what seems like an hour.
Finally, in the moonlight, I roll onto my side. The massive four-poster bed is large and soft, and Harry holds me from behind. His hand finds mine, and we hold each other close.
As if this, as if us…
Will never end.