Santa, Sam's Been Bad
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"This is it!” she said wiping her palms against her thighs and stepped aside after opening the door. “It's not much, but you have your own kitchen. You can make your food here or you can eat with us in the main house.” She walked in and began giving him the grand tour. “There's only one bedroom. You have one and a half bathrooms. As you can see the place is furnished. Be careful with the hot water, it tends to run cold for a few seconds when you turn it on."
"Thank you,” Rayden said wondering why he was acting the way he was. It was like he was back in high school, drooling over Beverly Sykes. The sad thing was, after he finally got into Beverly's pants underneath the bleachers in his senior year, he wished he hadn't. She smelt funny plus she had no idea what she was doing.
"You're welcome.” she told him. “You can start tomorrow. We're already missing half the day.” She turned to leave then stopped. “You are welcome to the use of the computers and library in the main house."
Rayden walked her to the door then watched her leave. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the frame to watch her beautiful ass swing in perfection back toward the main house. When she turned around and waved to him he felt like a spy. He nodded his head slowly then stepped back into his new home and slammed the door shut.
"Well thanks a lot you traitor,” Sam spouted when she entered the house again.
"What?” Danielle asked hurrying about the kitchen preparing lunch. “I didn't do a thing."
"Whatever."
The two prepared a lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches, lemonade and fresh fruits. After their guest had eaten and retired to their activities, Sam was passing the window where Danielle stood staring out. The woman was transfixed, “What are you....?” She stopped as she saw what Danielle was looking at.
Rayden was in the corral with Sam's horse, Thunder. Rayden was shirtless and running with the horse as though he was a wild man, strong and free. She almost dropped the book in her hand as she stared; “He's so ... sexy ... “Danielle spoke in a whisper.
Sexy wasn't the word Sam would use but she agreed. Rayden had thick muscles that danced to the movements of him running. He stopped suddenly, running the other way with Thunder. The horse was having the time of his life trying to play tag with Rayden. His brown hair blew in the wind, his tight jeans accentuate every muscle in his legs, butt and thighs. Samantha sighed dreamily, walking away from the window reluctantly.
"What's your problem?” Danielle asked walking after her friend.
"Nothing,” Sam mumbled, bending down in front of the washer. She yanked the door open and began stuffing whites in. Danielle took the hint and walked out of the laundry room leaving Sam with her thoughts.
He had no right to be that sexy, Sam thought as she dumped laundry detergent into the machine. Why did god make men like that when men were nothing but trouble and pain? What woman in their right mind could give up a man like Rayden? And why was she feeling like a teenager with a crush?
Chapter Three
It was just after ten that night when Rayden finally decided to take the chance to leave his room again. He had been trying to avoid seeing Sam because he knew he would get a raging hard on just by remembering the way her hips swung, the smell of hair as he stepped past her into the house, or the way her eyes flickered nervously when he stared at her for too long.
She was making him feel things he hadn't in years and that was not acceptable to him. He wanted to stay in his dark corner; to stay away from a woman's love or touch. He needed to stretch his legs. That run with the horse in the day was the best work-out he'd had in months and it left his legs stiff and sore.
As he walked he heard a hushed voice. Bending into creeping style, he hurried forward and peeked over. There in the water with the moon light shining against her wet skin, was Samantha. Across from her was her friend Danielle. They were having a late night swim and he was spying on them again.
"So what's stopping you?” Danielle asked. “You're not married anymore, so that can't be it ... and if you tell me you're feeling bad because it feels like you're cheating on that eel I'd have to shoot you!"
"I don't know,” Sam said and swam around her friend before stopped in front again, “No, feeling bad about cheating on that ass isn't the reason. I guess I just want a man to love me and mean it, ya know? Just once I'd like him to touch me and it's real ... I mean ... I don't know if I expect happily ever after, but a kiss that makes your insides boil has got to be worth something right?"
"Right."
"Am I being unreasonable?"
"No Sam. What's unreasonable is that men aren't like that anymore. Most of them don't believe in romance or that kiss that made your insides boiled for that matter. So if you find that one that loves you and wants to take care of you, go for it."
Sam rested her head back until her hair was in the water before lifting her head. She used her hands to smooth her hair back as she smiled.
Rayden thought his insides were going to seep through his skin. He felt his cock pressing against the front of his pants, begging to be let out. He closed his eyes. Her being wet with the moon on her skin was driving him mad. He crawled back and then took off running in the dark back towards his house. His legs complained but he didn't stop until his door was locked behind him and he was in his bed room with his face stuck into a pillow. In his head, Sam's sweet, wet skin glistened under the moonlight; taunting him, calling to him.
"Did you hear something?” Sam asked straining her eyes to see into the darkness.
"You're not only in denial but you're paranoid! I think you should see someone!"
"Dani!"
"What?"
"I'm being serious. I think I heard something.” She continued to look around for a while after she had heard the rustling.
"Its just wind Sam ... if you're so sure let's go back to the house. It's getting late anyways and we should get some shut eye before tomorrow."
On their way back, Samantha stared over at where she knew Rayden's bedroom window was. The light was out. She couldn't believe he was asleep already. Images of him shirtless and frolicking with Thunder just came swamping in on her and she moaned.
"You alright?” Danielle asked as they climbed the steps for the door to enter the main ranch house.
"Fine,” Sam said. “Christmas is coming. You know how weird I get around that time of year."
* * * *
That night as Sam tossed and turned in bed, she wondered why Rayden was always in her mind. She walked over to the window and looked out. She didn't know what made her do it because she had never done that before. She saw Rayden in the light of his porch. He has set up an old punching bag out there and was going at it like there was no tomorrow. She glanced at the clock and wondered what he was trying to escape. Better yet, she wondered what was his deal about being shirtless all the time.
Wrapping a robe around her lingerie clad body. For some reason she had gone out of her way to wear a sexy red and black number that she had bought a for Mick but never got around to it. The scanty outfit huged her curves, showed off more cleavage than deemed sane and just barely covered her bum.
Samantha walked down the stairs and across the yard, “Couldn't sleep?” she called to him. He stopped to face her for just a second before attacking the bag again.
"Something like that,” Rayden told her.
"Mind if I joined you?"
"Only room on the bag for one, but you're welcome to hang around."
Sam sat down on the step and rested her back against the rail as she watched him. There was something about his body, the way the sweat shone off it in the dim early morning light. His muscles toned and conditioned, moved with each jab or each punch. She smiled, looking away from him. What was she expecting?
Rayden watched her from the corner of his eye. She was staring at him like he was her next meal and that made him hot. He hadn't allowed himself to feel that way about a woman in years. But this woman was enough to make him want to do a lot of things he ha
dn't done in years or ever before.
"Hey Sam,” he called and for the first time she noticed that the sounds of his fists slamming into the bag had stopped.
"Yah?"
"What are you wearing underneath that robe?"
Something told her to tell him that it was none of his business and run back into the house as fast as her feet could carry her; but she stood up and undid the tie.
The robe fell noiselessly to the ground behind her. She watched as Rayden's eyes turned to molten silver. She loved that.
He walked over to her, slowly peeling the gloves from his hands. He let them fall to the ground before grabbing her by the waist and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively as his mouth found hers.
Rayden couldn't remember kissing another woman like that. There was such raw need there that it shocked him. He felt almost primal as his head went from side to side to get the perfect position to kiss her. His tongue was doing battle with hers causing his head to spin and his hard cock to press against her moistness. A groan left his throat as he stood there, with her wrapped around him in more ways than one.
Sam's hands went up to cup his cheeks as if to keep him kissing her. She thought if he stopped she would die. Slowly she felt him climbing the stairs then there was a slam. She should stop this ... this could not lead to anything good ... It can't. He was the hired help! He was just passing through. This was insanity! He could be a horrible lover!
He was so good!
She felt her back on a hard material and she sighed dreamily.
"Don't be scared,” he said as he took both her wrists and pressed them above her head. Then she heard a click sound and looked up. Both her hands were now cuffed to the curtain rod that was drilled into the wall.
"Rayden ... where did you get these?” she wanted to know. Sam was a little scared. It wasn't everyday the man she is making out with pulls out a pair of handcuffs.
"Do you really want to know where I got them,” he whispered as he slowly went down to his knees and kissed her stomach. She whimpered when his tongue trailed fire across her stomach, “Or would you rather know what I intend to use them to do to you?"
Biting down on her dark lips to try and regain some semblance of control or brain power, she groaned because she knew it was fruitless.
Rayden smiled up at her, a smile that would make any woman fall to her knees and do as he asked, “I thought so...” he pushed her legs apart slowly, placing small, hot kisses from her knees upward.
He brought his nose across her and inhaled, “See Sam?” he wanted to know. “This is what a woman should smell like ... Hot ... fire..."
She closed her eyes anticipating what was coming next. One of his hands went up and tweaked one of her nipples, then the other. She sighed contently. His calloused fingers reached down and gently pushed her pussy lips apart. She stopped breathing ... he couldn't be doing what I think he's going to do—
Rayden pushed his tongue deep within her ... once, then twice. He moved his mouth upward, licking at her as her juices began streaming down her thighs. She tasted so good that he knew this would have to happen again. He did not know how he would live if he couldn't taste her again. But would he have the courage to ask her to do it again?
Sucking on her clit, he pushed his long index finger into her and began fucking her.
Her hips were gyrating, bucking, trying to get more. Sam moaned, she whimpered, she muttered his name. Nothing she could do, would do any justice to the things she was feeling. Nothing she would ever experience again would rival what his tongue was doing to her. Her back arched, she yanked at the cuffs at her wrist because she needed to touch him.
"Ray.... “She panted, “Rayoooogood!"
Her words were becoming one long word, she was slurring, her eyes rolled back into her head but that didn't stop Rayden. His tongue kept going, along with his fingers....
"Come on Sam, feed me!” he ordered fiercely. “Come for me!"
His words should have disgusted her but they didn't. She wanted to come for him. She wanted to feed him. Licking her lips, she shoved her cunt forward, getting his finger deeper and his tongue harder against her sensitive bud. When it finally hit, a long wail escaped her lips. She went up on her tips toes and her body began shaking.
That didn't stop Rayden, he kept eating at her, his breathing faster. He wanted more. When she finally went limp, he stopped and licked his lips before standing up. Her body was still rocking back and forth slowly as small tremors shook her.
Ever so gently, he un-cuffed her and she collapsed against his chest. He picked her up and laid her on his sofa, draping the Afghan over her. Kissing her forehead he looked through the window which she had been blocking earlier. The sun was coming up now. He smiled and stuffed the handcuffs back into the waist of his pants before heading into the shower.
* * * *
Sam couldn't hide what had happened with Rayden from Danielle. The woman was like Columbo. But Danielle kept on giggling after that, “I wish a man would cuff me to his window and have his way with me..."
"God Danielle, it was so amazing. I think I passed out there for a second,” Sam confided, “His tongue...” she sighed as a shiver went through her.
"I can only imagine..."
"No Dani ... you can't..."
Danielle was looking through the window as she helped to tidy the room that the young married couple had signed out of, “To look at him you wouldn't be able to tell he's a freak."
"Dani!” Sam exclaimed and rushed over to look out. She giggled at the memory, “What do you think? Should I make it happen again?"
"I say definitely."
"But he may not be looking for a commitment."
"Are you?"
"Not until I get to know him some more."
Danielle placed her hands on her hips, “How much more is there to know about a man? I mean come on girlfriend, he had his tongue.... “Even Danielle had to blush at the thought of the cuffs and the tongue ... “Look Sam, just use protection. That's all."
Sam nodded, “you're right. I am entitled to some fun..."
"That's right ... now go out there and have you some ... ah ... fun!"
Samantha laughed and rushed down the stairs.
"Hi,” she walked over to the corral where Rayden was busy brushing down Thunder.
"You're awake,” Rayden smiled.
Sam sat down on the corrals’ fence, “you gonna tell me where you got those cuffs?"
"It's not important,” he told her turning to look at her only for a second.
Sam nodded, “I see.” She went quiet for a bit, just watching him, “Any other tools in that bag of tricks that you'd like to share?"
Rayden stopped and faced her, “I can't do that again ... What we did this morning shouldn't have happened. I lost control. I'm sorry."
That stunned her. He was having second thoughts? “Hang your sorry! Why can't happen again?"
"Because it just shouldn't, alright?” he tried to walk away but she grabbed his arm. He swung to face her.
"No! Not alright!"
Rayden shot her a look that caused her hand to fall away from him and she backed away. For a second there she was scared of him. That gave him the time that he needed to get away into his house and slam the door.
She frowned, “can't happen again?” Sam stuck her hands on her hips, tilting her head to one side, “We'll just see about that."
Chapter Four
It the middle of November and everyone knew it because it was freezing cold out. Lake Nipissing was already beginning get a little icy in anticipation of the big freeze. The media was already flooding the airwaves and the newspaper with ads about winter proofing your car. The stores in the only shopping mall were beginning to have sales on everything for the summer to make way for winter gear. Mistletoe was displayed over every door. Christmas carols blared from the speakers of stores, elevators, and all over the radio. Winter was definitely on its way and the good people of Dacasc
os Bay was already well on their way in preparations for it.
Christmas was coming. The air was starting to sting a little more as the weather turned colder for the December twenty-fifth snow fall and the sun began setting earlier. Sam sighed as she looked out through the window. Another Bed and Breakfast season was over for her and Danielle. She was glad because she didn't have to wake up early to make everyone breakfast, nor did she have to do load after load of laundry ... until summer.
She watched Rayden as he climbed a ladder to turn the sign from vacancy to ‘closed until May.’ She inclined her head a little to see his ass and she shivered. She remembered what that ass felt like as he pushed in to her. It was hard and firm under her hand. It had tightened and loosed as he began coming.
"You thinking about the other night aren't you?” Danielle's voice interrupted her wonderings.
"Yah ... how can he not want to do that again?” Sam reluctantly turned from the window to sit down at the table with Danielle.
Danielle poured them a cup of tea before sitting, “I don't know ... Maybe he's gay!"
Sam shook her head, “no, he can't be gay. Not when he makes me feel so good ... at least I hope he's not gay. What am I saying? He's not gay."
"Married?"
"No ... He doesn't look the type?"
"Erectile Dysfunction!"
"Definitely not,” Samantha laughed. “But I will find out."
"I take it you're not taking no for an answer?"
Sam giggled and walked back to the window to look out. But this time Rayden wasn't there so she walked back to sit, “you got that right. How do I do it without being sued for sexual harassment?"
Both women sat in thought and sipped from their cups until they were emptied and refilled twice, “I got it!” Danielle blurted out causing Sam to almost fall from her chair. “Aside from the fact that my bladder is about to explode ... you have to make it so that he can't say no."
"How do I do that? I mean all he'll do is tell me he's sorry then run for the nearest exit. Why the hell are men so complicated?"