We both laugh freely, and it feels good. Really good. “Thanks,” I say.
“For what?”
“I don’t know, this, talking, driving. I guess I needed some company.”
Samantha nods and inhales. “Me too, I guess.”
We then catch each other’s eyes, and both look away.
“Come on,” I say, standing. “Let’s get you home.”
“Home?”
I pause. “I mean back.”
16
SAMANTHA
I have trouble sleeping, so I lie in bed staring up at the moonlight seeping through the thick old curtains. I know it has something to do with him, or us.
But it feels like it’s aboutchange, and I have not worked it out, yet.
Finally, I get to sleep, and I sleep well, really well. I think it’s because I am feeling settled. And he is now making me feel comfortable and not so hated.
Or commanded.
After making breakfast, as per his message from this morning, I deliver it to him upstairs. I then make my own breakfast and quickly tidy the kitchen.
William then finds me, explaining Harry is having guests for a day of business meetings.
I tell him Harry mentioned it yesterday on the way home and I am already preparing a basic but healthy lunch for them.
Three people are coming to the estate, and I try not to wonder if he will have another woman here. That I don’t like considering.
I also suspect if I poison a dozen women or so over several weeks, I will end up in some state prison. Or I’ll get a dose wrong, and one of the skanks will end up horizontal. Going to prison because you want a hot guy. OMG, Samantha!
In saying that, the things he did to me and the way he commanded me to come…
Almost worth it.
I laugh like a mad woman and start to talk to myself. “In my defense, Your Honor, he did roger me better than every man I’ve slept with times a hundred. It was worth it!”
I try not to think about the wicked things he did to me or that orgasm. That orgasm that was longer than time itself.
It kind of broke me, and maybe that’s it. Maybe I’m possessed, and that super orgasm was some kind of possession ritual.
My heart starts to pump hard, and my body starts to betray me again. My clit is now throbbing as I stand in the kitchen.
I lean against the kitchen island edge, thinking about that night. I press against the edge to put pressure on myself.
It feels good, and I close my eyes and inhale. I think of riding him, and I think of his thumb on my clit.
“Hey!”
I spring back and find Grumpy walking in.
“Ahhh hey, you.” Grumpy looks at me strangely. “I mean hey, Harry.”
