Unworthy Part 11

"Do you trust me?" He asks, searching my eyes for an answer he will like.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"Good." He goes down to his knees where he takes one leg and then the other as he removes my flat pumps. His hands lie flat against the outside of my calves and he very slowly raises them up till he gets to my waist, his eyes watching me as he does it, waiting for a reaction. His fingers go to the waist band of my leggings as he begins to pull them down and I quickly give away a sigh as I remember I have matching underwear on, thank G.o.d. He helps to take my leggings off and I am standing there in just my underwear as he watches me wrap my arms around myself.

"Never hide, Grace, you're too beautiful." His hands take a firm grip of mine and he slowly removes them from around me so they are loose around my sides like a dead weight.

"So beautiful and all mine." he whispers just as his lips come crashing to my stomach, as he nibbles at the fat that rests there. The sensation is overwhelming as both his hands trace up my waist to around my back where he begins to remove my breast from my bra. I can't help, but moan as his fingers find both nipples and start to pinch them into little pebbles. His touch is firm and hard as his fingers work around my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, causing the fire within me to alight at this simple touch. He suddenly bites at the flesh above my knickers and my feet become unsteady, but Samuel is there to hold me straight as he moves his hands slowly down to my knickers and removes them at a slow pace, causing me to want him even more than I did.

"Please, Samuel." He looks up from his place on the floor with an innocent grin while a lone finger finds its home at my c.l.i.t, rubbing it till it feels like it's on fire.

"What, baby?"

"I need you." I say with as much conviction as I can. I need him inside me. I need him to yet again remove the pain that has been there for too many years. Only he can medicate my heat in a way that I know possible and each time I have him I need more. He's my drug of choice and once I've had it all I want is more.

"You trust me?"

"Yes. Please." I trust him more than words can say and the mere thought confuses me as I never thought that that would be a possibility for little old me. He removes the thought when he stands up before me, crushing his lips on mine just as his fingers pinch my c.l.i.t and I moan into his mouth as a mountain of pleasure comes falling down all around me. Before I know what has happened he has removed both hands from my body and I can feel the cold against my lonely body as I watch him remove his top blinding me with the beauty that is his muscled chest. I can't control the need to lick all those muscles and play with his piercing as it sits there on this fine specimen of a man, but before I can proceed Samuel steps towards me and pushes me to against the bed. Once I feel the bed behind my shaky legs he pushes me onto it and then kneels over me where he pulls me up further so my head is on a pillow. He grabs hold of both my wrists with one of his hands where he pulls them above me and in a flash I see him pull out some rope from his pocket and tie my wrists together to the bed post. I breathe heavily as I watch him get up from the bed and remove his jeans and boxers. His c.o.c.k is standing to attention, just waiting for Samuel to push him deep inside me and fill me with his seed. His hands grab my ankles and pull them apart and I watch as he approaches my core like an animal searching for its next feed and then he's licking my core from my a.n.u.s to my c.l.i.t like it's the best thing he's ever tasted.

"So wet! You like this, you naughty girl." And then he uses his hand as he slaps my delicate area and I can't help, but arch my back at the pleasure it gives me. He forces a finger into me and I can feel him ma.s.sage my inner walls as he uses more digits. He reaches my special area deep within me and it's as if he's reached the tip of my womb. His fingers are relentless as he keeps ma.s.saging and it's as if I need to pee. All of a sudden the pleasure erupts from deep within me and I arch my back as I feel fluid soak my core. My whole body shakes and I can't control it as Samuel's tongue laps up my core.

"You're so sweet. Just like honey." He lies above me and kisses my lips and I can taste myself on him, I can feel the tip of him at my entrance and he slowly enters me. He goes in and out of me with a gentle rhythm and I can feel him get harder, but then he pulls out and doesn't return as he moves off the bed.

What have I done?

I knew I would never be good enough for him.

"Not enough, I need more." And with those words he flips me over so I am laying on my stomach.

"Raise that b.u.m." He says, as he gives me a slap and then I can feel him behind me and he thrusts with all his might deep within me. He keeps going with such force I feel he is going to rip me in two, but the pleasure is too good. He leans forward slightly and that makes him go in deeper as he bites down on my shoulder blade and I can't help, but scream his name. One of his hands reaches around my mouth and he pushes my whole head up as he continues to thrust into me as my back arches in pleasure.

"Shhhh, my love." He holds me like that for what seems like ages while pounding in to me with as much force as when he started. I can feel him stiffen from deep within me as his thrusts become slower with his own o.r.g.a.s.m. He collapses on top of me and then turn us both so we are spooning and while in his arms I can't help, but fall asleep.

SAMUEL.

I must have dosed off because I slowly feel myself wake up with my arms wrapped around her. I can feel her steady breathing and I know that she is asleep. I can't believe where the last twenty fours hours have taken me. When I saw that letter on my desk yesterday morning I was sure I had lost her. I knew I had scared her when I had told her I wanted her to come to New York with me and meet my parents. I had scared myself, but the longer I had thought about it, the more it just seemed like the next step. I have never had the urge to introduce anyone to my family before, but with Grace I know it feels right, like it is where she is meant to be. There is something special about her that calls to me and tells me she is the one I could have a future with. I find that the more time I spend with her the more I want that future with her. She makes me feel things that no other female has made me feel before and I know that I fell for her as soon as I met her. I am in love with her, I am in love with Grace, and I want to tell the whole world, but I know that there is no way she is ready to hear my declaration or even for me to tell anyone. I will have to be careful, one false move and my worst fears could come true. I could lose the one woman I want to spend my life with. When I first met her I felt the way I did with any other woman, I wanted her in my bed, but even then when I didn't know her I knew there was something about her that made her special. The urge to have her in my bed became something else; I wanted to know what that special something was. I still don't know what it is, maybe it is just how she is, the way she is and how she lives her life and that speaks to me in ways I never thought possible. She isn't like the women I normally spend my time with and I find that so refreshing. It is nice to spend time with someone who isn't worried about how she looks or how much she can get me to spend on her. Of course there is still the matter of the other reason I was here, for my uncle. As soon as I introduce her to my dad and uncle they will know, and I just don't know how Grace will react. I mean, I could be wrong, but something deep in my gut keeps telling me that I'm not, that Grace is the person my uncle has been searching for years.

I feel Grace move and moan within my hold and I delve my nose into the nape of her neck so I can take in her scent. I want to bottle it up; it is like my own elixir of life, although after today her come is a close contender. Everything about this woman makes me entranced by her body and its beauty and divine smell. Perfect. Everything about this woman is perfect. I place a soft kiss on her forehead and begin to stroke her hairline. As much as I want to spend all day this close to her I know we will have to make an appearance in the cabin and eat some food. I can't wait to show her the city and all it has to offer, but I also just want to ravish her body. It is going to be a h.e.l.lish couple of days, but Grace will be worth it. I kiss her a couple more times and I can feel her stir within my hold. Blue beautiful eyes stare up at me in wonder and my heart melts even further for this woman.

"Sleep well?" I ask her, giving her another kiss, but this time on her lips. The moan from the depth of her throat stirs my d.i.c.k into life again and I have to fight to control it. As much as I could take her yet again I know we have to go back to the world of the living.

"I was worn out."

"How did that happen?" I ask her with a wink, and I can see her blush and the need to take her yet again takes me over.

"Come, there is a shower and then we can eat."

"Yes, boss." I lead her through to the small bathroom and as we both stand in the waterfall we help each other wash only for the need to have her consume me and I take her up against the wall with her screaming my name.

As I lead Grace back to the seats in the cabin I have to give the stewardess credit, if she heard us at all she doesn't give anything away. We sit down facing each other and we are both handed a gla.s.s of red wine. The stewardess comes back a few moments later with our starters and we sit there together for the rest of the flight enjoying a three course meal and a little more wine.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.

GRACE.

To say I am speechless when I enter Samuel's home is an understatement. As soon as you step through from Samuel's gla.s.s private elevator you are dominated by views of Central Park and it is beautiful. The outside walls are dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows and the whole place just reeks of cla.s.s and sophistication, but you know it is Samuel's home. The apartment just seems to be him and I love it. The living area is dominated by piano and leather seats, the kitchen looks like something any chef would dream of having and there are so many other rooms. One stores a ma.s.sive flat-screen television and games consoles where another is a library where I have never seen so many first editions of some of the most beautiful stories of all time. I can't believe that one man can have and need so much s.p.a.ce and belongings. When Samuel leads me to his room there is the biggest bed I have ever seen in the middle and opposite another flat-screen television. His walk-in closet is as big as a shop back home, with enough suits to rival any retailer. When I walk into his ensuite bathroom it is like I am stepping into a spa, just without the therapists. There is his and hers sinks a walk-in shower with so many heads I could lose count. In the middle of the room, in its own little island, is a ma.s.sive sunken bath with jets so you feel you are in your own Jacuzzi. I also notice that in the far corner there are two other little rooms, one is a Sauna whereas the other one, which is made of gla.s.s, is a steam room. I can feel Samuel behind me taking in my reaction to his castle when he steps over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his hard chest so I can feel his heart beat.

"What do you think?" He asks me, and I can tell he is a little nervous of my answer.

"It's..." I don't know what to say, any word I say will put his home to shame and I would never want to hurt him. I can see how proud he is.

"I could stay here all day."

"Your wish is my command. I already had my housekeeper get everything ready."

"Really?" I ask, as if I expect him to laugh and tell me I'm not good enough to set foot in this beautiful room, in his home.

"Really. Where would you like to start?" He gives me a kiss on the nose as he watches me come up with an answer.

"The bath. Please."

We spend the next few hours pampering ourselves.

We sit in the bath allowing the jets to work their magic on our weary muscles, we make it to the sauna and then the steam room and when we get out it's a must for the bath again. As we step in, the water is just as hot as when we left it, it obviously must keep the water temperature, but as we both settle into the water I get the need for a cuddle. I don't get a cuddle, but I do get another round of full-blown Samuel rough s.e.x and to say its mind-blowing would be cruel to Samuel and his manhood.

As Samuel helps me to get out and places a robe around my shoulders he asks me "What would you like to eat?"

"Could we have pizza and watch a movie in that bed of yours?" I ask, with a shy smile. I have no idea what he will think of my query, but you don't know till you ask so I try to remain hopeful.

"Meat feast OK for you, Miss Grace?"

"Yes, thank-you." And I make my way through the door and into his room where I jump onto the middle of his bed and all I can hear are his laughs.

"Come on, I'll phone through the order and we can choose a movie." He takes my hand and pulls me off of his bed and leads me back down the stairs, as he phones through our pizza. He takes me through into his T.V room as he calls and I can't believe how many Blu-ray discs and games he has. There are so many it's as if I have just stepped into my very own Blockbuster store. He takes in my lost expression and laughs while he points to a selection of discs.

"You may like these." I go over to where he points and I see so many that it's hard to just choose one, but then I see one that takes my interest. I remember my mum watching it one afternoon when I had come home from school and I was just drawn to it. I pick it up and hand it to Samuel.

"Really? You want to watch this?"

"Yes, please." I watch as one of Samuel's brows arches in question, but I give nothing away on how humorous he looks.

"A night of Robin Hood Prince of Thieves. Yeahhhh." He gives me a kiss just as his intercom goes off. Then, with a small smack to my b.u.m, he says "You go on up and get comfortable while I go get the pizza."

Five minutes later he joins me on his bed where we watch the film I chose and eat our pizza. I settle my head into Samuel's chest as we watch the movie and it doesn't seem to take me long till I fall asleep against the gentle rhythm of his heart.

The next day I awaken to Samuel's gentle kisses as he slowly brings me to.

"Good morning, Miss Grace."

"Good morning, Rich Boy." I see him roll his eyes at me just before he pulls me out of his warm comfortable bed and once I'm standing he takes a swipe at my bottom again. He seem to like my b.u.m and for some strange reason my like for it grows as well and I watch as he walks around me, takes a hold of my hand and pulls me into the bathroom.

"Come, we have a full day ahead of us."

Once we have showered together and Samuel has taken me to new heights with my o.r.g.a.s.ms, Samuel and I walk out through the heat to breakfast. It is a little diner just opposite Samuel's apartment building and they do the best pancakes I have ever eaten.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.

GRACE.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask with a shaky voice as his car gets to a gate. The car stops and I can see Samuel pull at the handbrake to secure his beloved vehicle. I can feel his hand squeeze mine and his other hand reaches to my face and pulls back a strand of hair that has come away from my ponytail. Samuel's fingers place my hair behind my ear and then very slowly graze down my neck and then work themselves back up again, lighting a fire against my skin. Those magic fingers go back around my ears and now he is using both his hands as they move back down my neck until they reach the swell of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he slowly begins to ma.s.sage them. One hand stays at my left breast as the second continues its slow progression up my neck to then settle at my mouth where his fingers play along my lips. Without even thinking of what I am doing I open my mouth and slowly accept a finger into my mouth where I gently suck and lick. He quickly pulls both hands away from me, leaving me as a wanton wreck just before he places a soft kiss on my lips.

"Yes, I'm sure." He says as he looks deep into my eyes where I can see the longing he has just left within me scream at me through his eyes.

"There's something about you, Grace." He says, but stops suddenly as if he wants to say something else, but is too scared too. I watch him take in a deep breath and give me that beautiful smile of his as he runs a finger across my cheek as he continues.

"You're special to me. You're mine, you'll always be mine." You're mine? What does that mean? I remember him saying something similar last night as our bodies became one, but the pleasure and emotions he evoked from me made me not take notice. He can't feel the same as I do, can he? Oh G.o.d, how amazing would that be, but I can't expect him to say anything. He's Samuel Harding. Men like him don't fall for girls like me and as much as he is making me feel like the only girl on this Earth to him, it means nothing. Not in the real world anyway. I notice the gates open and Samuel begins to drive the car through them. As we get through the other side all you can see is green. There is a windy road leading our car into the sea of trees and an array of beautiful colors from the many flowers as far as the eye can see and it takes us at least ten minutes until I notice a large house in the distance. The house obviously is the main attraction, looking like something you would see back home. Large to scale and grand almost like a castle, but giving off the effect of a family home. Even from this distance you can tell there is a lot of love at this home and I instantly feel jealous. How I would have loved to have grown up in a home like this where you know you are loved and taken care of by both your parents.

The road we're on takes us right up to the property where there is a large path, but it goes off around the house to who knows where. I notice in the path there are two beautiful cars parked. In the middle there is a water fountain that takes pride of place. Samuel parks his car next to the other two vehicles and I watch him as he gets out and walks around and opens my door. As I get out I can feel his hand take hold of mine just as the other one is placed around my middle and I instantly feel like I am where I am meant to be. In this man's life and in his arms and I can only hope that when he wants to end it I don't make a complete idiot of myself, because I know when the time comes I undoubtedly will. It makes me feel sick at the mere thought of it, but I know it will happen. I just have to enjoy the ride while I can because I will never get a chance like this again.

Samuel leads me to the door. He just opens it up and leads me inside before I hear him bellow "h.e.l.lo, we're here!" Before I know what is happening an older woman with graying hair is coming out of one of the doors with her arms opened.

"My baby boy. You look too thin."

"Mom" I watch as the two embrace and as they pull away from each other I am aware of others in the room. There are three other women that look remarkably like Samuel's mom and I remember him saying he had three older sisters. There is an older man coming over to shake Samuels hand and I know that this must be his father as he just looks like an older version of his son, but with grey hair. Samuel's father steps away and I can feel him staring at me intently, but it doesn't make me wary. What is it with this family? Samuel's mum looks towards me as I hear her ask "This must be Grace." She engulfs me with a hug followed by all three of her daughters.

"Grace, this is my mom, my dad and my sisters Nicola, Kimberley and Laura. I shake hands with everyone.

"Mr. and Mrs. Harding, thank-you ever so much for letting me come." Mrs. Harding takes a hold of my hand and she gives me a warm smile while she says "Oh, my dear, it's a pleasure to finally meet you and please just call us Sue and Edward. No need for the Mr. and Mrs." I return her smile and I can feel Samuel watching me until there's a shout from the other end of the hallway and little figures enter.

"Uncle Sammy."

"Hi, little dude." I watch as Samuel picks up the smallest child, a little boy with the bluest eyes and cutest little smile I have ever seen. There must be at least five other children running around the adults, screaming with glee just as two males come through to join the party.

"Where's Aaron?" One of Samuel's sisters asks the men that have just joined us.

"He's still outside with Caitlin. She wanted to go swimming."

"Swimming?" One of the younger children asks.

"I want to go swimming." The little boy who is trying to get away from Samuel's hold says.

"Alright, alright, you lot." Says the sister who I think is called Nicola to the children, and she leads them all back outside where I presume the pool is located. I feel Samuel take hold of my hand again as everyone else follows the children and he turns me around to look at him.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine. Your family is lovely."

"They are, but they can be a bit much sometimes and just wait till you meet my uncle's side."

"There's more?" I ask and even I can hear the concern in my voice. Idiot, that's a great way to make him think you're stupid or dread where I come from because he will know. I'm shocked when I once again hear a small sound of laughter escape his lips and I can't help but notice what a lovely sound it is and the desperate need to want it to come from him again. He places both hands on my cheeks and draws me in for a small kiss and when he pulls away, his innocent smile draws me in further than I have been before.

"Yes, there's more, but they'll all love you." He taps a finger on the tip of my nose as he takes a hold of my hand again and leads me through the house to outside where the rest of his family are gathered. The garden is dominated by a ma.s.sive pool and so much child-friendly equipment, with other houses in the distance. Wooden pieces of equipment are situated all over the place with swings, slides, ropes and tents. It's as if I have stepped through into a child's theme park. Near the entrance to the rear of the property where we just walked through is a gorgeous garden table and a large barbecue station where Samuel's father and another man are talking. There are more people outside and so many children running around having lots of fun. Samuel introduces me to everyone and I get the odd feeling that I actually belong here, which is ridiculous as I have only just met them. I meet all three of his cousins and I can't help, but notice how similar one of them looks to me. Just like his sisters the other women in Samuel's life all have husbands and children and they are all so welcoming. All the females seem to be quite taken aback at the fact that Samuel has actually come with someone else. When he introduces me to his uncle who is still standing by his father I am taken aback. Not in a horrible sense at all, but in the fact that I feel drawn to him in some sense, but if I were honest with myself I felt it as soon as I had met the members of this wonderful family. An hour after we arrive everyone sits down to eat and the food is amazing. I normally feel uneasy eating in front of people, but I strangely feel at ease while everyone else digs in, talking about what's going on in their lives. All the men in the family have a role to play within the business, but it's Samuel as the only son who is being groomed to take over. I feel sorry for him with all the pressure that the role will bring, but as I look around the people and hear them talking about it I get the sense that he's not in it alone and his father and uncle seem relaxed and calm around the subject. As much as there are high expectations for him and the business, no-one is forcing. It's refreshing to see and I can tell by Samuel's relaxed att.i.tude that he is grateful. We must be sat around the table for at least an hour, the wine and food going down well, and I just listen to all the conversations. Everyone all gets on with everyone else and there is just a sense of family togetherness as they laugh and cry together. I can feel Samuel's hand encase mine the entire time and then squeeze in comfort when his uncle asks me a question.

"What's your family like, Grace?" Oh G.o.d, what do I say? I can feel my hand begin to shake and I am sure Samuel is aware as he still has a hold of my hand.

"U...um." I take in a deep breath.

"I don't really have much of a family, it was always just my mum and me until my stepfather came along." I can feel all their eyes on me, especially Samuel's, but I try not to think about it as I avert my eyes down to my lap. I feel Samuel's fingers at my chin lifting it up and forcing me to meet his eyes.

"You never told me that." I try not to look too guilty, but I can't help it and all I can manage to say is "There's nothing to say."

I can see his eyes taking me all in and not believing all I tell him. I do want to tell him, I would love to have the confidence to dive into my past and let loose all the fears and anger I have felt for myself, but Samuel doesn't deserve that, no one deserves to have to listen to that, so I have always just kept it within myself, allowing myself to drown within.

"It's you and me, Grace. You can tell me anything." There's those types of words again, making me afraid that his feelings are growing just like mine, but I know there is no way they are as deep. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sue stand up and begin to pick up plates and I attempt to do the same. Before I go to follow her I give Samuel a smile as I think back over what he has said and try to figure out what it means. Sue and I work together to load everything in the dishwasher as two of Samuel's sisters keep coming back with more to load. It seems to be a never-ending job, but Sue softens the blow as she describes what Samuel was like as a child. I can't help, but laugh when she describes a four-year-old Samuel dressing up in his sisters' clothing, trying to get them to play with him, or when as he got a little older he tried to run around the garden with his w.i.l.l.y between his legs shouting I'm a girl too, boys smell. As we walk back out to the garden I can't stop myself from laughing.

"What have you two been talking about?" Samuel asks and his mother steps around to him and gives him a kiss on the head while she answers him.

"Only telling Grace what you used to get up to, darling." Samuel looks at his mum and then at me back to his mother again and I can't help more giggles escaping my lips as I watch his expression of fear.

"Mom, you didn't. Grace don't listen to her, its all lies."

"Even dressing up in your sisters' clothes?" I ask with a questioning look as everyone else laughs including Samuel. We all stop when we hear another voice.

"So this is the famous Grace." We all look toward the other end of the garden where an older couple sits with a young woman around the same age as Samuel's older sister who must be around eleven years older than him. Samuel leans in and says.

"That's Kate. Her parents are very close friends of my parents. We all grew up together and so she thinks she's special to me." I can't help, but watch while she and her parents talk to Samuel's and I can't help, but feel in fear. We stay at the table for another forty minutes until I have to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Samuel leads the way through his family home and I am overwhelmed by the size of the place and its beauty. He takes me the long way round to his bedroom where it's all decorated blue and the New York Nicks dominate the walls. He opens a door at the far corner of the room before he places his hands on my waist.

"Are you having a good time?"

"Yes, I'm having a great time. Your whole family are lovely."

"You're lovely." He says before he kisses my lips, taking complete control as he does, leaving me breathless as he pulls away.

"I'll meet you back downstairs, OK?"

"O...OK." I watch as he leaves his room and I hurriedly do my business and then I make my way back through the house to the main hallway where I see her waiting for me. As she steps closer to me I can't help, but notice how perfect she is. Slim figure, long blond hair with a beautifully made-up face and clothes that tell me she has money. She is everything I am not and everything that Samuel really should deserve. Everything that I have ever tried to ignore about myself suddenly rears its ugly face and I can hear the shouts of my mother tell me how useless I am or how I'm an ugly piece of s.h.i.t. My fingers go straight for the band at my wrist without me even realizing I am doing it.