I rolled over, then crawled to her as my shaky limbs cooperated for the most part. Instead of pulling me in her lap, she guided me to lay across her legs face down, my head on a pillow beside her hip and my pelvis across her lap. The position brought pangs of excitement to my throbbing core and she chuckled.
"I think you like the idea of a spanking more than you let on," she said as she urged my legs apart. My hip pressed against her pelvis with my ass in the air and pussy exposed in the most immodest way ever. I hugged the pillow to my chest and moaned softly when I felt myself dripping down against her.
"This-this is different," I told her.
"I know, but your pussy loves it so much," she said, then began stroking me from behind. She paused suddenly, her hand falling to the small of my back. "Snowman for a moment." She used our safe word and I looked over my shoulder at her. "What are your limits on rear play? I never asked."
"I didn't think of that. Touching and stuff are okay, but not like, penetration." I scrunched up my nose and she chuckled.
"Good. Right there with you on the latter." She rubbed my back and I couldn't help the smile that plastered itself on my face. Her query regarding my consent made me feel so empowered and uplifted, sending my trust in her into an upward spiral. "Snowman lifted."
I nodded and dropped my head back on the pillow as she returned to stroking my pussy. I didn't lose a beat in my arousal as she nearly massaged me into yet another climax. I cried out, my hips rolling a few times as she seemed to pinch my clit gently. A warm, hot gush left me, and Sam moaned along with me. I felt her legs quake under me, and my belly flip-flopped knowing she'd come with me.
"So perfect," she crooned, palming my pussy before giving my ass a small slap.
The sound, the sensation, and the wetness under me forced a cry from my mouth. My whole body tensed as the single slap aroused me as if she'd wrapped her lips around my clit. She repeated the gesture, still gently, but my whole body tightened in response. My toes curled, nipples hardened, and I wanted nothing more than for her to continue. It scared me, how badly I wanted her to do this to me.
"Sam," I moaned out her name while tearing at the pillow.
"Like that?"
"Yes." I nodded, almost whimpering as she held me in some sort of orgasm limbo. I wanted to come so much, but I needed her to spank me again. "Please."
A soft chuckle escaped her, and she leaned down to kiss my ass. "Oh my, Rosie. You're begging for a spanking. I knew you were my sweet little kinky baby."
"Samirah." I could hardly take the limbo and when she thwapped me again, I cried out louder than before.
"Fuck," she groaned, and laid into me with a few firmer, but still gentle swats at the same time that she rubbed my clit.
I shouted, clawing at the bed and burying my face in the linens as she spanked me harder a few times until I came so hard that I screamed. My entire body erupted into an orgasm so lust-filled, and so deep that I couldn't contain the abandon at which I bucked my hips. Sam held me in it and spanked me through it until a second rush of nectar exploded along with the intense round of climaxes she induced.
"Oh my God." I screeched and collapsed across her lap after she let me down from my deep, luscious come. I gasped for breath and she began rubbing and stroking my rear with soft, sensual caresses. This carried downward over my pussy, and she kissed me all over. Her lips grazed nearly every part of my sensitive rear, until I finally relaxed and allowed myself to slip under her spell.
I closed my eyes as a wave of thick, rich afterglow wrapped around me, capturing me in a euphoric embrace. My body floated on a cloud of softness, peaked with rounded strokes of pleasure. Only Sam existed with me here, in the sweet place between sleep and awake, arousal and release.
Strong arms lifted me from my position, and Sam guided me to straddle her lap. I melted into her, burying my face against the nape of her neck while she wrapped her arms around me. Every bit of me trembled with heightened sensations as she kissed my shoulder and pet my hair. She wrapped me in a blanket and kissed along my ear.
"I have you, baby," she whispered, her grip on me secure as she continued to rub my back and dote on me.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to her caretaking. Her lips brushed over my skin anywhere she could reach while I held onto her. A soft sigh escaped her, and her body relaxed under me.
I must've dozed off, because when I opened my eyes again, the lights from the harbor streamed into the room lit only by the dim bulb of the bedside lamp. Samirah lay beside me in bed on her back while my head rested on her shoulder. She ran her fingers through my hair, a faraway expression cooling her features as she gazed at the blankness of the ceiling. Against her, my body radiated warmth under the blankets. Just watching her there beside me, my heart swelled, sending tingles down my body. Tears pressed my eyes and I choked on the emotions that her presence caused. Never in my life had I felt so safe and so cared for. The experience overwhelmed me, and I placed my palm against the center of her chest.
"Hi, my sweet," she whispered against my forehead.
"Hi," I croaked, and she slipped her index finger under my chin so I'd meet her gaze.
She brushed the tears from my cheeks, a soft smile playing on her sweet lips. "You're okay. I have you." I nodded, but it only made me cry more. "Come here, baby. Sit up with me."
I listened to her as we shifted around, and when we leaned against the headboard and pillows, I curled up against her with my knees tucked against her side. She kept her arm around me then reached over to the nightstand to lift a bottle of water. "Sip, please."
"Okay." I sniffled and accepted the water.
"Do you like chocolate, baby?" She brushed my hair from my face and I nodded. "Good. Let's have this together," she said1 and pulled a box of chocolates off the table as well. "What's your favorite?"
"Yum." My eyes widened when she opened the box of fancy chocolates. "With the cream inside."
"Strawberry or vanilla?" Sam grinned as she plucked up both.
"Mmm. Strawberry to start." I accepted her offering when she held the candy to my lips and indulged in the confection. Her smile broadened and she winked at me before allowing me to take the rest for myself. The erotic gesture made my insides swirl with delight. She chose one with nougat for herself, and I watched as her lips curled around her gooey bite.
Sam kept her arm around me while we nibbled on the candy, I dropped my head against her shoulder again. We finished half the box in record time, then I accepted the last bite of a chewy caramel that we shared. With all my desires sated, relaxation returned to me.
We snuggled into bed together, and she continued to stroke my hair while holding me.
"Can you take off your shirt?" I asked and she obliged, pulling it over her head. I kissed along her collar bone and she smiled.
"Better?" She brushed her lips over mine and I nodded before catching her in a kiss.
"Much. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course. What is it, baby?" She held the hand I rested between her breasts and met my gaze.
"Will you come to Rebecca's with me for Thanksgiving?"
"When is it?"
"Thursday…" My brow furrowed at her question.
"Is it really?" She scowled and it made me chuckle. "I usually visit my mom. Albeit briefly."
"Rebecca doesn't cook until later in the evening if that helps any," I said, though nervousness tightened my stomach.
"I'll go with you," she said, her voice soft though her gaze wandered over my shoulder.
"Do you want me to go with you to your mom's first?" I tapped my index finger against her chin and her attention shot back to me.
"No. I don't ever want you to go there. Not anywhere near there." Her fury lit up the space between us and I held up my hands.
"Easy, Sam. Okay."
Her breathing picked up and she pulled me back into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her and she calmed down pretty quick. My heart ached for her, because I knew what it was like
to still be afraid. Every day I walked around, scared of the world. Of men who smelled like certain cologne, or of sleeping in hotels. I knew that fear, and although Sam didn't seem to carry it with her normally, when it came to mentions of her mother, it did.
"I can meet you at Rebecca's," she said, her voice soft.
"Okay." I nipped her chin and a small smile tugged the corner of her mouth. "I've never taken anyone home before. I mean, Alex usually comes over or goes to Jordan's, but never a girlfriend."
"I'm happy to be the first," she said, the sparkle returning to her hazel gaze. "I've never met anyone's family before. Other than my ex-husband, that is."
"Well, maybe it's different this time…" I said and she claimed me in a swift kiss.
"Maybe." She drew in a slow breath. "Are you off the day after?"
"I am."
"Perhaps we can visit Caroline and Nora then?" Her delicate question accompanied a risen brow.
"Okay." I nodded my agreement and my cheeks heated right away.
"Your blush is as rosy as your rear, Rosie." She chuckled and hugged me closer to her. I squealed and laughed while holding on to her.
"Sam!"
"I knew you liked being spanked," she said, kissing me all over my face.
"You're the only one who has ever done it. How could you know before that?" I laughed and she tickled my sides. "Samirah!" I shrieked and cracked up while squirming all over. Her playful assault lasted only a few seconds.
Her laughter tangled with mine, filling her bedroom with heaps of joyful sounds. I grabbed her hands and laced my fingers with hers to prevent a second attack.
"I had a hunch." She grinned as she rolled on top of me, then leaned down to kiss me. Her hair tumbled down around us and I squeezed her hands while we slipped into a round of sweet kisses.
"Can you sleep on me?" I asked her when we parted.
"What do you mean, honey?"
"Just like this." I gestured to the way she rested with most of her body on top of mine.
"You're sure?"
I nodded and she rested her head on my chest. This time I ran my fingers through her hair and she wrapped her arm around my thigh when she settled. After pulling the blankets over us, she closed her eyes and we tumbled into the drowsiness that followed our intimacy. I hadn't known Samirah long, but there was no denying my feelings for her. I loved her, more than anyone, and the prospect of not loving her scared me. Stella said she wasn't someone who settled down. If I told her how I felt, I feared running her off.
For now, I would bide my time and spend as much of it as possible with her.
Chapter Eleven
Sam smiled at me from across the island counter while she bit into her marmalade-covered toast. A light chuckle left me while I crunched on a piece of bacon. She narrowed her eyes at me, then cocked a single brow. It made me laugh harder and she swatted my hand.
My ringing phone broke our silly game and I pulled it from the pocket of my dress to see Rebecca's name. "It's Rebecca."
"Better get it." Sam nodded toward the phone and I answered.
"Morning."
"Rosie, where are you?" Rebecca's voice sounded pressured at best.
"At Sam's. Why? Where are you?"
"At your apartment but only Alex was home. What's Sam's address?"
"Why? What's going on? Is everyone okay?" I set down my bacon as immediate panic tightened my gut.
"Everyone is fine. I'd like to talk to you about something before work this morning," she said, her tone remaining serious.
"I-I have to be there in half an hour."
"Work can wait. What's Sam's address?"
"Um…" I looked to Sam as she swept around the counter to perch beside me. Concern wrinkled her brow and she grabbed my hand. "Rebecca wants your address."
"Give it to her, baby."
I texted her Sam's address and the map icon appeared in the box. "I sent it."
"All right, sweet girl. I'll be there in half an hour."
"You're scaring me." I launched myself into Sam's arms and she caught me without hesitation. She rubbed my back as she held me against her, her thighs squeezing my hips.
"I'm sorry, Rosie. Everything is okay. I'll see you soon."
"Okay." I hung up and wrapped both arms around Sam's shoulders.
"She's coming over?"
I nodded and let out a shaky breath. "Something is wrong, but she isn't telling me."
"Does that happen often?"
Again, I nodded and Sam rubbed my back. "She gets worried about my reaction."
"Isn't this worse though? Waiting in limbo?" Sam leaned me back and stroked my cheeks with her thumbs.
"Yeah."
"I better change out of pajamas, baby." Sam kissed my cheek. "I don't want to meet Rebecca for the first time looking like I spent all night sexing up her ward."
I laughed a little and nodded, leaning back to release her. "Okay."
Samirah placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Do you want to come with me or stay here?"
"I'll, um, clean up from breakfast," I said, drawing a deep breath as I contemplated ways to harness my excess energy.
"Okay. I'll be right back." Sam released me to scurry off down the hall to her bedroom.
I did just as promised and tidied up the kitchen. Afterward, I made for my boots as well as extracted my panties from my purse to adorn them under my dress. Boyshorts always made me feel better when I wore a dress, but knowing I would head to work after Sam's, I tugged on the pair of leggings I'd packed as well. I tied on my boots once sufficiently dressed, then ran my fingers through my still-damp hair. I searched my purse for a hair tie and returned to the living room to work on a braid.
Sam appeared behind me, dressed in jeans and a modest deep-red sweater, and began toying with my hair. "Let me?"
"Okay." I handed her the hair tie and closed my eyes while she smoothed my hair. Her fingers wove through my fine strands and I recognized the French braid pattern. She tied off the bottom, then brushed the fringes of my bangs neatly down over my forehead.
"How's that?"
"Good, honey. Thank you." I leaned back to look up at her and she kissed my nose.
The doorbell buzzed and Sam patted my shoulder before heading over to the intercom to tell the security folks to allow Rebecca into the complex. Her detective status freaked them out it seemed.
Sam stood by the door, waiting for her to arrive while I paced in the living room.
"It'll be okay, baby. Whatever it is," crooned Sam.
I took a deep breath, and nodded. Rebecca appeared in the doorway, and a warm smile melted over her expression. In her full-on work gear, slacks and a blazer, with her badge around her neck and gear belt at her hip, her intimidating presence didn't seem to rock Sam's resolve.
"You must be Samirah," said Rebecca, extending her hand.
"Good to meet you." Sam accepted her gesture and returned her smile. "Come on in."
"Thanks." Rebecca's gaze fell on me and she held out her arms. "Hi, sweet girl."
"Hi." I moved into her embrace as Sam closed the door then joined us in the living room. "What's going on?"
"Let's all sit together," she said, gesturing to the sofa.
I sat down and Sam joined me, sitting close enough that her hip pressed against mine and she wrapped her arm around my middle. Rebecca perched on the coffee table in front of us, her elbows on her knees. In that moment, her wavy hair cradled her face in a way that made her appear serious and conflicted.
"We need to talk about your mom for a minute," she began, glancing between the two of us.
"Is she dead?" I asked, pursing my lips after and holding on to Sam's hand.
"No, love. I got a notification yesterday that she's up for parole and there's a hearing scheduled in two weeks," she said, and reached forward to take my hand in hers. "They ask victims to appear at these hearings. Or a representative for such."
My heart sank in my chest, and the energy drained from me like something suc
ked the life out of me. A shaky breath left my lips and I leaned my head against Sam's shoulder. The thought of my mother walking the streets again, even though she was probably old and gray at this point, didn't offer me a lick of comfort. Partially due to the notion that she would try to contact me. No matter what, her selfishness wouldn't have changed. She would try to contact me, as she did when I was younger, to soothe her own conscience, not for my well-being.
"I don't want to see her…"
"I know, sweet girl," said Rebecca. "We can ask that a representative be appointed, but you needed to know this was happening. I'm sure they're going to contact you as well." Rebecca brought my hand up to smooch the back of it. "I'm here with you, okay?"
"When she gets out, she'll try and talk to me." I took a deep breath and forced myself to sit up straight. "I want a protective order."
"We'll get that."
"Was she ever up for parole before?" asked Sam.
"Once many years ago, but she was denied," answered Rebecca.
I released their hands and stood up, breaking away from them to gaze out the window overlooking the harbor. Unlike in the nighttime, the number of boats coming and going increased, and seagulls fluttered around the water's edge. I folded my arms over my middle, and the cool comfort of numbness rolled over me.
"What are you feeling right now, Rosie?" asked Rebecca.
I ignored her at first, my lips pursed until she prompted a second time.
"Like a child. Did you call me out of work?"
"I did," answered Rebecca.
"I'm going home. " I glanced at Sam and she rose now to join me. Her hands fell to my elbows.
"I'd like if you stayed."
"No. I want to. I want to go home." I fought the swell of emotions that her closeness brought. I made to move around her, but she shifted with me and we walked together to where my purse sat by her front door.
"Then I'll go with you," she said.
"No. I don't want you to." The second that I said it, tears tumbled down my cheeks because every word of it was a lie. I grabbed her into a hug and she lifted me clear off the floor while kissing my cheek.
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