The Man Who Made Me Feel Again

Chapter 3

SAMANTHA…

“Have you been a bad girl?” I heard that low bass that sent tremor through every marrow in my bone, as I stepped into the suite and dropped my bag on the counter.

I remained quiet, even when I knew I was only raising the stakes on the kind of punishment I will get.

In a flash, his voice came from right behind me in the darkness of the spacious living room.

I held on to the cold tab of the bar counter, and waited…

Even longed for what I knew will come.

“You know I hate to be ignored” I could feel his breathe on my neck, awakening every hair on my skin, tempting me.

“What are you going to do to me?” I dared to ask a question I already knew the answer to.

“Have you been a bad girl today?” He tried to maintain his low tone, but his hungry hands were already grazing my thighs, through the netted pantyhose.

“I only went out with my frie…” his strong palm were suddenly gripping my breasts, and between my legs, I could still feel the sensual evasion of his fingers.

“You want this don’t you?” He asked, pressing his hardened c**k into the small of my back.

Oh yes I wanted it.

I wanted it so bad that I had abandoned my friends on the yacht just to come home to him.

It was all I could dream about all day.

His sprung me around and his strong hand held me down as I laid on his thighs and let him spank me so hard, for being so stubborn.

“ANSWER ME!” he growled into my ear and I moaned out my “Yes, I have been a bad girl” in an inaudible whisper.

“Please…” I pleaded as his fingers trailed down my belly until it got to the thick nest between my thigh.

“Please what?”

“Take me daddy”

His hands slipped into…

…

Ding!

Ding!!

I checked my phone for messages I had not even been conscious to notice when they popped up on my screen.

It was all Laura.

I read the latest once and rolled my eyes.

Tiger: Are you there?

5:16pm

Tiger: Please don’t tell me you have been in your fantasy land, do you know what time it is? 5:16pm

I checked the time, and stopped myself from saying the F-word.

It was getting pretty late outside, and my baby sitter will not have a smile on her face by the time I got home.

I locked the shop and thank goodness, I found a waiting cab just outside.

Once seated inside I went through the rest of the messages Laura had sent me:

Tiger: Wear something sexy tonight. Something that doesn’t reminds men that you are a widow and eighty.

4:30pm

It took me a minute to understand what I was dressing up for, then I shook my head with a smile and sent her a text telling her that I am not going anywhere.

My phone rang almost immediately I hit send, and it was Laura.

“I took the effort to get you a new dress, prepare dinner, and hire a babysitter for my Godchildren. You know what that means big sis”

Ooohhh, I knew exactly what that meant, it will only mean me having an accident right now and getting in a coma to miss that event.

Laura cooked?

“I just don’t feel like it really, I have a…”

“New book you want to read?’ she completed and I heard her humph on the other end of the phone.

“If you are not dressed by 8:40, I will be forced to create a tinder profile with your information, and I will make it open to both men and women”

“No you wont”. But my reply only hit a dead end as she had already ended the call.

The taxi finally pulled up in front of my home, and even though it was already dark, there was a hell of a noise coming from beside my building.

What’s going on?

I got down and put my fingers to my ears as I walked briskly to my home.

“Mommy”

“Mom” My kids voice echoed at once from inside the house, and before they opened the door, I could hear Megan chiding her brother for saying “mommy” like a little baby - and he is just five by the way.

The smell of baked pie, soup and lasagna hit my nose once the door opened.

Laura did this? Just to go out with her? I wondered as I hugged my kids close to my bosom, planting a kiss on their faces.

“Mom, we have a new nanny” Matt said excitedly and pulled me along into the house to see the young lady in the living room who was putting away the kids’ toys.

“Hello” I managed to say, not sure what to think about leaving my kids with a new person I didn’t know much about.

I hurried upstairs to my room, and once I turned on the light, a red dress sat there on my bed staring at me invitingly.

I shut my eyes and leaned back on the door to shut out all the uncertainties that began to creep into my head.

Am I ready for any of these?

What if I came across any of the parents from the kids’ school? Or any of the neighbors?

What will they think about me dressed up so…so ravishing for the first time in two years.

I sighed and walked over to the bed stand and knelt before it to look at the picture of my husband and I.

We had been at the beach the day we took those pictures, his hands playfully over my eyes as he took a selfie - just moment before I told him I was pregnant.

“I could never forget you even if I wanted to” I touched his face and it almost felt like he was there with me, his features coming to life as tears welled up in my eyes.

My phone rang instantly and the when I looked at the name on my screen, I smiled and went to take my bathe.

A couple minutes later, I was all dressed up and ready to go.

I pushed the romance book I had been reading the previous night, under the covers and walked out of the room.

I didn’t necessarily have to meet a man and fall in love.

I could simply just let myself…breathe.