by Olivia Jake
“Yes, Samantha, indeed we are. But you knew, when you got dressed this evening that we would be in public, non? And still, you chose to be a naughty, naughty girl, an go without panties, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Laurent.” Her voice had taken on that sexy, breathy tone that was only brought on by him.
“And, didn’t you say you wanted to be sexy for me?” he asked as he continued rubbing her hips, her ass, his hands working their way to her mound. Sam was pretty sure that, other than the guy to their right, no one could see exactly where his hands were. They probably just looked like any other couple with him hugging her from the back. “Order us two Cointreaus.” Laurent commanded.
Sam made eye contact with the bartender, and just as she started to speak, “Excuse me, could we please order,” Laurent’s finger pressed on Sam’s clit through her dress. Mid-sentence, she hitched and gasped. The bartender was staring expectantly at her, waiting for her to finish her order. She swallowed, knowing that she was bright red and continued, “Ahem,” she cleared her throat, “could we please have two Cointreaus?”
The bartender nodded and mumbled something, eyeing them a little suspiciously, but then set out to fill their order.
“Lean your elbows on the bar, arch your back a little and stick your ass out, subtly Samantha.” Laurent whispered into Sam’s ear. She froze for a moment and he pinched her clit hard through the material, snapping her out of it and almost making her yelp. “Do it, Samantha.” He growled. Just the words alone were making her wet. She didn’t know how far he was going to push this, and probably figured he was just testing her to see how far she’d go. So, she did as she was told, resting her elbows on the bar and ever so slightly arching her back and sticking her butt out a bit.
As the bartender came back with their drinks, temporarily distracting Sam, she felt Laurent’s right hand leave her hip and make a motion behind her. She was pretty sure he was unzipping his fly. He was still pressed so close to her that she assumed no one could see what he was doing. Still, the thrill and naughtiness of it all was making her heart beat faster.
“Reach for your drink, Samantha.” He ordered and she complied. As she reached forward, he slid the back of her dress up. Using his left hand, he pressed her pelvis back to him, as his right hand positioned his cock at the entrance to her now wet and ready pussy. Sam froze and he chuckled. “Cheri, you’re the one who didn’t wear any panties tonight.” And with that he pushed up into her.
Sam had to stifle her scream. She couldn’t believe they were doing this. “Now, Samantha, you’re going to need to work on your acting skills. Take a sip of your drink and act like my cock isn’t up inside your tight wet cunt right now.”
Sam smiled, “Yes, Sir.” She answered breathily and took a sip of her drink. As she did, he slowly started to grind his cock in and out. Such small movements so as not to be perceptible but enough to provide stimulation to her. She exhaled loudly and he laughed against her.
“No acting or poker playing in your future.” He whispered and she laughed again. She knew each time she laughed, her muscles contracted, and she heard him sigh.
“Sounds like I’m not the only one.” She said to him over her shoulder.
He reached to grab his drink and took a sip. All the while slowly moving inside her. “Laurent, you continue to impress me with your talent and skills.”
“Is that all you’re feeling right now, Samantha? Impressed?” he asked as his hand made its way back to her clit. Now he started rubbing it in earnest, hard circles over her nub.
Sam leaned her head back, “I’m feeling a lot more than just impressed.”
“Good. I’d hate to think I’ve lost my touch.” He said as he thrust a bit harder for emphasis, making Sam inhale sharply. “Now, Samantha, I’m not going to stop until you come, and the longer it takes, the more chance there is that someone will see what we’re doing, and that would be very, very bad, do you understand me, Samantha?”
Sam nodded and eeked out, “Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl. To make sure, what do you need to do?” he asked in that sexy drawl that made her shiver. The fact that his cock was up her and his finger rubbing her clit might have helped produce those feelings too.
“I need to come for you,” she panted a little too loudly. She wasn’t sure if the guy next to her heard, or if he was watching them. But when she looked over, she caught his eye and in that instant, she knew. He was watching Laurent fuck her. She looked down and saw his hand on his crotch, he was rubbing his erection through his pants as he watched Laurent slide in and out of Sam, not that he could see anything, but he knew what they were doing. He could see Laurent’s finger stimulating Sam’s clit over her dress. Sam continued to look down and to the right, watching the guy’s hand rubbing himself as he subtly watched her. He reached for his drink and took a sip, so as to make sure what he was doing, what they were doing, wasn’t noticed. But even as he reached for his drink with his left hand, his right hand never left his cock. In fact, he started rubbing it faster and faster. Sam had never felt so wanton before in her life. She kept watching his hand, and feeling Laurent rub her clit and slide in and out, it wasn’t just the physical sensations, it was also the danger of getting caught, of being seen, of doing something so very naughty that she started feeling her orgasm rising. Her whole body started tingling, and as she started to come, she raised her eyes from the guy’s hand to his face. He was staring at her and as their eyes met Sam’s orgasm rolled over her, making her shudder and shake silently. She couldn’t help let out a gasp and suck in some air as she came. Her orgasm seemed to have the same effect on the stranger next to her as she watched his face and whole body tense and twitch. She looked down to see his hand firmly gripping his cock through his pants.
Sam looked away, still breathing heavily. She picked up her drink and took a sip as Laurent growled, “Good girl, Samantha.” And slid out of her. She felt him tuck himself back into his pants and smooth her dress back down. He reached into his pocket and threw some money down on the bar, kissed her cheek and pulled her hand to follow him. As Sam turned to leave, the guy at the bar smiled and winked at her. Sam smiled back, grateful Laurent didn’t catch any of it, and followed him out of the bar.
Sam wondered what Laurent would have done if he knew the guy was watching them. While she found it thrilling, she wasn’t sure he would have liked it. As naughty as he was, he was also so very, very possessive. Sam decided it wasn’t worth bringing up, for she feared how he might react. She worried that he might actually be mad that knowing the guy was watching, and not just watching, but jacking off. She worried that Laurent would somehow be jealous, even though he was the one fucking Sam. So she would just keep that thrill to herself. And it was a thrill. Knowing the effect she had on a complete stranger. Well, the effect she and Laurent had on him. She had no desire to be with anyone other than Laurent, he more than satisfied her. So it wasn’t that she was unfulfilled or looking for a threesome, it was just the thrill of the act. Plus, she knew she was safe with Laurent there. She knew that, even though this guy was watching them, she wasn’t putting herself in danger. So she was free to be a naughty, naughty girl.
Once they got in the car and started driving away, Sam reached over and unzipped Laurent’s pants.
“Samantha?” he growled.
“Laurent, you know I’m all about parity in our relationship. And, you didn’t get to, um, you know.”
“No, tell me, Samantha.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “You didn’t get to come in there. I just want to return the favor.” She said as she pulled his cock out, still mostly hard.
“Is that what you call it, a favor?” he laughed and shook his head.
“I can’t talk if my mouth is full. Now, shut up and drive.” Sam said as she leaned over and took his cock into her mouth.
CHAPTER 11
Sunday morning, before Sam left Laurent’s, they Skyped with Mme. Román. Sam’s inclusion in these Sunday morning chats
was becoming a more and more regular affair. Mme. Román was continuing to get better, surprisingly following doctor’s orders by doing her exercises and taking all of her medications. Laurent confirmed this weekly with Marie to make sure that it wasn’t just Mme. Román’s version of the truth.
Some days, like this one, Mme. Román would tell, not ask, Laurent to leave so that she and Sam could talk, “just us women.” Laurent would feign being hurt by this, and huff as he left the screen, winking to Sam from off camera. Truthfully, he was never out of earshot and heard the entire conversation, which Sam realized was just typical Laurent. But it was more than because of his controlling nature. She knew that he also enjoyed watching the relationship between these two women grow, which brought him both joy and peace.
This Sunday, Mme. Román wanted to talk about her favorite subject, romance novels. Ever since they brought her those books while she was in the hospital, Sam had been sending a new book each week. It was “their little secret” although Laurent knew full well, though he never let on to his mother.
“Oh, mon dieu, can you believe that cad Stephen! He’s awful! How he treats poor Julie! And she just takes his emotional abuse! She has to leave him for that sweet farmer down the road Nicholas. Poor thing, a widower at such a young age!” Mme. Roman could go on and on discussing the characters like they were real. Sam always bought two copies of the books so that she could keep one and discuss the merits of the various characters and twists and turns with Mme. Roman. Sometimes, Sam would read Laurent passages to which he would laugh and roll his eyes, accusing Sam of “contributing to the delinquency of my mother.”
Laurent would give them about 10 minutes before “coming back into the room” and finish up the call, otherwise, he knew that his mother could keep Sam on for hours.
“You know, I think she thinks the characters are real the way she talks about them!” he said as he stood behind Sam’s chair, rubbing her shoulders. Sam leaned her head all the way back to see him smiling down at her.
“I think, being so isolated where she is, it’s good for her. And, it gives us something we can share.”
Laurent walked around to the front of her chair and knelt, “Oh, Samantha, I love that you two have this special bond. Seeing her so animated and excited talking about the books,” he grinned, “it’s adorable. Merci, Cheri.”
“De rien, Laurent, but I enjoy it too. Your mother has such a big heart and she makes me laugh.” Sam paused and then added, “She makes me feel mothered, and I never had that. It’s really very sweet and tender.”
“Do you remember you called me tender the first day we met?” Laurent cocked an eyebrow.
“I didn’t call you tender. I said using the term ‘Cheri’ was tender!” she laughed, “I can’t believe you remember that.”
“Of course I do, Cheri.” Adding emphasis on Cheri. “Do you not think I am tender?” he asked seriously.
“Laurent, you can be the most tender, loving man.” She smiled softly at him. “And it’s one of the things I love about you. More than that, I know that very few people ever see that side of you. That you share it with me is,” Sam thought this is going to sound so wrong, but it was what she felt. She knew that short of his family, she might be the only other person who saw this side to him, so she said, “it makes me honored.”
Laurent took a deep breath, and a long pause. He was still kneeling in front of Sam, his vulnerability evident. He looked up and said, “You know, Samantha, I’ve told you before that I’ve lived a lot of life already. I’ve had various people intersect my world, whether in business, personal, family…” he looked down and then back up at her, “I don’t think I’ve ever before had someone in my life who understands me. All of me. The business Laurent, the son and brother Laurent, the lover, the friend… until now.” Then his expression went from tender to serious, “But that doesn’t mean that because I let down all my walls that you can take me for granted. Samantha, I don’t want to put the walls back up, not with you. But I will if I’m pushed.”
“I do get you, Laurent.” She paused, “I know you show me all of you. And I know that’s rare, I do. But my God, Laurent, how could I take someone for granted when I never know who that someone’s going to be?” They were finally talking about what happened Friday in his office.
“It was disrespectful, Samantha.” He was serious. And again, he wasn’t wrong. She was the one who had all along asked for separation between business and personal. She was the one who was breaking her own rules.
“I know. And I apologized. And trust me, it won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t.” Laurent knew he had let Sam see his cards. He knew they were both working on boundaries, both establishing them as well as redefining them. He knew that if he and Sam were to be together, it would have to be a partnership, and it would mean compromise, something neither of them had much experience with. Still, he wasn’t a man to be trifled with.
CHAPTER 12
It was March, and Samantha knew that Laurent’s birthday was coming up. Naturally, he was born on that inauspicious day March 15, the Ides of March. She wasn’t sure if he was aware that she even knew when his birthday was. More than that, she had no idea what to get the man who had, or could purchase, anything. A cashmere sweater just didn’t seem like it would fit the bill. Sam felt like there was nothing she could buy him that would have much meaning. Not a trip home to Busserolles, not anything even resembling a normal birthday present. It all seemed so pedestrian to her, and she feared, would seem that way to him.
The only thing she could give him was her. Not that he didn’t already have her. But for someone as creative as she was, that was what she kept coming back to.
This year, it fell on a Friday. Not as good as a weekend, but it would have to do. Sam asked his assistant weeks before if she could, quietly, try to arrange it so that he wouldn’t have any meetings on that day. She explained why, and even his assistant didn’t know that it was his birthday. Sam figured he’d be upset that she had told her, but she would deal with that later.
So, Sam decided that she would be his present.
She knew he left for work early, so that morning at 6am, she let herself into his house, wardrobe boxes in hand, and met him as he walked downstairs at almost 6:30. Sam was dressed in what would best be described as a French maid’s outfit. There were the black sheer thigh high stockings. A short little white bib of an apron that tied around her waist and a lace collar around her neck. Nothing else. Oh yeah, a little black and white hat on her head. This was outfit number one.
“Bonjour, Monsieur Román. Joyeux Anniversair! Je suis Samantha, et je suis ici pour la journée pour etre.”
Sam wasn’t sure if she had ever seen Laurent taken aback, but this would be it. He recovered quickly, with a huge grin as he continued to descend the stairs, dressed for work.
“Bonjour, Samantha. And thank you for the birthday wishes, how very kind of you.” he stood inches from her, “so, you are here for me for the entire day, you say?”
“Oui, Monsieur Román. For now, I am Samantha, your maid. I will,” she cleared her throat for emphasis, “clean whatever needs cleaning or do whatever it is you need done around the house.” Sam batted her eyelashes, “I have plenty of other outfits so that throughout the day, you’ll have your pick of whatever you’d like me to be, if this is not to your liking, or, um, if you get tired of Samantha the maid and become more interested in someone else.”
Laurent reached out and slowly, gently, caressed the outside of her breast, “So, you are here for me, to do with what I please, for the entire day, is that correct, Samantha the maid?”
As deferentially as she could, Sam nodded, batted her eyelashes again and said softly, “Oui, Monsieur.”
“How very thoughtful of you, Samantha, the maid. But you must know that I have to go to work, I am a very busy man.”
“Yes, sir, I know that. That’s why I arranged with your assistant to make sure all of your important meetings were
either earlier in the week or pushed to next week, and she assured me that your calendar was cleared. Well, except for your standing meeting with that pesky Sam Davis. But we can just blow her off.” Sam couldn’t help but grin. She wasn’t sure who was having more fun so far, her or him.
“I see…” he said as he started to walk around her. As he got behind her, nothing shielding her ass, he grabbed it and started softly stroking it, then leaned in so that he was whispering into her ear, “So, what you’re telling me, Samantha, the maid, is that you will do whatever I say, or be whoever I want you to be, for the entire day? No questions asked. No hesitation.” His voice got lower and sexier as he spoke. And for emphasis, not that he needed to say it, “whatever I want.”
Sam nodded and in a very small voice said, “Oui, monsieur.”
He laughed a low growl and then said, “I think I am going to enjoy this birthday very, very much.”
Throughout the day, Sam was a variety of people for Laurent. Starting out as Samantha the maid, naturally, the first thing that needed ‘cleaning’ was Laurent’s cock.
After that was cleaned, Laurent mused, “Hmmm, what cleaning service did you say you were from? I’m going to have to request you as my maid from now on. I’ve never before had a maid be so, uh, thorough.”
“I’m glad you appreciate a good ‘cleaning’, sir. I try my best to please.” They both were enjoying themselves.
“Does Samantha, the maid cook?” he cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.
“I think my cleaning is better than my cooking, but what, monsieur, interests you?”
Laurent’s expression turned mock-serious, “Well, Samantha, while I very much enjoyed your cleaning, I have to say I’m a bit disappointed.”
Sam was still on her knees as she looked up at him through her eyelashes and asked, “Disappointed, sir?”
“Oui. As you know, it’s my birthday, and I have not yet been fed. As far as I can tell, there’s no food waiting for me.”
