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I never told him about the dream or experience I had with Matty. It's a precious memory that I will cherish the rest of my life. It was a beautiful gift I was given. It finally made me feel like it was okay for me to experience happiness without him.
My therapist tells me to keep a journal, it’s like giving my mind a safe outlet to express what’s going on inside. It helps keep the anxiety at bay.
“Hey princess, where do you think you're going?” Sam comes up behind me, embracing me in his strong arms. I sink into his warmth, loving the safety only he can give me.
“I was going to get some fresh air on the balcony, why?” He leans down, nipping and kissing my neck.
“Because I had something to tell you,” he whispers. I turn in his arms to look up at his glistening hazel eyes staring down at me.
“And what would that be?” I ask.
“The Matthew Hillary Foundation is a go! We got all the backers we needed. Miles and Sebastian spread the word and it all came together. This is really happening. We are going to help so many soldiers, sunshine!” Without hesitation, I jump into his arms knowing he will always catch me. He spins me around the room as we laugh together. This foundation has been our sole focus since I was released from the hospital. Big Apple PR will be representing it and I can’t wait to launch it to the public.
“I’m so proud of you, Sam. You are a true hero. Don’t ever forget that.”
Chapter 24
Samuel
Dr. Petterson finishes up his exam of Marcy, clearing her for normal activities. Thank fuck because I’ve been craving her body and lying next to her every night was the worst kind of torture knowing I couldn’t take her.
“Thank you again for coming, Doc,” I repeat as we walk to the front door.
“Not a problem. You Knights sure keep me busy,” he chuckles.
“Never a dull moment around here that’s for sure,” I reply.
“You’ve got my number if anything else comes up.” He heads out of the door toward the elevator. I wait until he’s inside to close the door and lock it.
Turning around, I see Marcy leaning against the bedroom door in nothing but a black babydoll. Her beautiful long red hair cascades down the front of her body, sweeping along the sides of her voluptuous breasts.
“Seems like someone is ready for their punishment.” Her cheeks flush but she looks at me questioningly as I walk closer. “If I remember correctly, someone disobeyed me,” I tsk, running the back of my hand down her soft cheek.
“I didn’t do–”
“Nu uh. You continued your little temper tantrum that day and stormed out of here.” Fire flares in her eyes as the memories of that day come flooding back in.
“I was mad. You can’t be ser–” I press my lips to hers, silencing the argument before it begins.
“You may have been mad but then you put yourself in danger by storming out of here. I won’t tolerate you hurting yourself, Marcy.” The air hangs heavy with anticipation. The room, dimly lit, seems to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable. She stands there, her eyes wide, pupils dilated, waiting for her instructions. She isn’t getting out of this one. Not with all the pain and suffering we both endured because of her rash decision. Tonight she’ll be learning about consequences. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. Naughty, naughty girl.
“Now, be a good girl and go get on the bed, ass up for me,” I whisper along her neck, sending shivers through her creamy, delicate skin.
“Yes, sir,” she murmurs as she turns to walk toward the bed, swaying her ass purposefully along the way. She won’t be such a brat after I get my hands on her.
I follow her into our room, throwing my shirt in the hamper. Marcy does as she’s told, crawling on the bed positioning herself on all fours with her beautiful round ass pushed out for me, the babydoll slides from her ass and pools around her waist.
Leaving her to wait with anticipation, I head toward the closet to retrieve a few items I purchased for the occasion. I smile as I reach up top to pull the boxes down knowing this will be a night for the books.
“What a good girl you’re being, still holding that position like I said,” I praise as I set down the toys on the bed behind her so she can’t see. My fingers run lightly over her skin, along her calves, up her thighs, over her ass, across her back then tangling in her hair pulling her head up to face me. Her body arches beautifully under my hands.
“You’re fucking stunning, princess.” I drop her hair as I band my hand around her throat. Her whimpers vibrate through, shooting an electric spark straight to my cock.
“I’ve got some surprises in store for you tonight. Remember your safeword?”
“Yes, Mr. Knight,” she purrs. My lips crash down on hers with a punishing ferocity. She gasps against my mouth. Her lips are soft, yielding, but there is a fire within her—a hunger that matches my own. I only release her when I know she’s about to pass out. Her eyes darken with desire as she nibbles on her swollen lip. She’s ready.
Spreading the items out on the bed, I know exactly what we will be starting with. She tries to look over her shoulder but she won’t be able to see. She’s only going to feel.
