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Darlington was suspending Samantha with his hands, trying as hard as he could to ignore the voice in his head, urging him to let it go and get what was being offered him on a plattér of gold.
She had already made things so difficult for him that his phàllus that was now standing right at the entrance, with the càp already engaged, was prôtesting against Darlington's restraints.
He was holding her up, trying to stop her from pressing down but his waist was beginning to move on its own accord, a natural reaction to the cozy warmth and wètness that was haràssïng his cap.
"Damnit! This girl has ruined me. Her father will have my balls for sure. Why did I wake up today?" he thought as he began to feel his hands buckle. It was clear that she was going to have their biological instrument connected in the next second.
But just as things were about to go to a point of no return, a loud knock sounded on the door. The noise startled both Darlington and Samantha. They involuntarily pulled away from each other, their hearts racing.
"What was that?" Samantha whispered, wide-eyed. "Did someone just knock on this door?" she asked in a whisper
"I don't know," Darlington said, his voice low.
The knock came again, louder this time.
"Room service!" called a voice from the other side of the door.
Samantha hesitated for a moment, looking at Darlington, who seemed just as confused as she was. The knock continued.
Darlington looked at his never going away hàrdness and felt really embarrassed. He knew there wasn't a way in this world he was going to answer the door, looking the way he was looking.
A silent understanding passed between them and Samantha rolled her eyes. "I'll get the door" she said, feeling the urgency.
"Yeah, thanks" he said, rolling over to lie on his stomach.
"Oh jeez! That was close" he thought, blowing out hot air as he watched Samantha adjust her clothes and made for the door
Samantha quickly walked to the door and swung it open. A young man in a neatly pressed uniform stood there, holding a small box.
"Here are the deliveries for Madam Sungam, we apologize for arriving a few minutes late" he said, handing her the box.
Samantha nodded, thanking him quickly. The young man turned and walked away, leaving her standing there with the box.
As she closed the door, a wave of confusion washed over her. Her mother had said she wanted to sleep as soon as they arrived at the hotel. Why was she ordering room service at this hour?
"Or could this be for someone else?" she thought as she stood there, looking at the box.
Then she recalled the young man saying the delivery was for Madam Sungam.
She didn't know so much about her parents' activities, but she knew that her mother always used the pseudo name "Sungam", so she knew for sure that the parcel was for her
"Why did mum order stuffs this late? Or could she have ordered these things for Uncle Darlington and I when she got to her room and room service arrived here late?" she thought, unable to tell for sure why her mother would order stuffs for her that late in the night.
"What is that?" Darlington asked, getting up from the bed. His èrection hadn't gone away completely, but it was less rigid and less embarrassing.
"I don't know! Room service delivered it, and said it's for Madam Sungam
"I can't tell why mum ordered something at this time of the night for us" she told him.
"Well, since she booked the two suites in her name, I think the room service must have delivered what she ordered for herself here. I don't think she ordered it for us
"Just forget it, I'll go hand it to her. If she has ordered at this time of the night, then she must really need whatever is in there" Darlington said, happy that something was going to take him out of the room.
He planned to lock the door from outside, to ensure Samantha didn't step out, then hand the stuff to Mrs Magnus and find somewhere to sit till morning.
His head was still banging from the effect of the alcohol he'd taken, and he still felt quite dizzy, but he preferred to be queried for the alcohol, than staying back and letting Samantha lead him to hèll.
Samantha agreed that the stuff was better sent to her mum, just in case she was in urgent need of the stuffs inside, but curiosity got the better of her.
She sat on the edge of the bed and opened the box, just to see what could have made her mother ring room service at that time.
As soon as her eyes caught sight of the contents, her breath caught in her throat. Inside were sèx toys of different kinds and côndoms of different types. A flush of heat rushed to her cheeks.
"WTF! She spat, as she sat frozen for a moment, staring at the box, feeling a mix of shock and disbelief.
Then, she got up and walked back to where Darlington was standing, trying to wear a shirt. He looked up at her, concern on his face.
Samantha could see that he was confused, trying to understand what was happening, but she just couldn't speak.
"What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Samantha didn't know how to respond. She opened the box wider, revealing the contents inside. Darlington's eyes widened as he leaned closer.
"Oh shït," he exclaimed, clearly caught off guard.
Samantha's heart raced again, this time not from excitement but from a strange mix of èmbarrassment and curiosity.
"What do you mean 'oh shit'?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky.
Darlington continued to stare at the box, his brow furrowed. "This… This stuff is definitely not for you," he said, thinking of a plausible explanation to give.
Samantha felt lightheaded. "Of course! I know, it's not mine" she whispered. "But It's for my mum, right?" she asked
Darlington looked at her, wide-eyed. "Are you serious now? How can they be for your mum? Do you even know what these are?
"Forget it, give the box to me, I'll just return it to room service. They have delivered this to a wrong room, that's about the only explanation" Darlington said, sound all jittery, no matter how he tried to compose himself.
"Read the name on the box again Darling. This is Madam Sungam. Pray tell Darling, aren't you aware of who goes by this name?" she replied, letting out a small, nervous laugh.
"Who goes by the name? I don't get you. What's your point?" Darlington spluttered
"Mum of course! She uses that name to order things and you know it." Samantha said
Silence fell between them. The intensity of the moment shifted, and a nervous energy filled the room.
Samantha could feel the weight of the situation. A sudden laugh burst from her lips, the absurdity of it all overwhelming her.
"What are we even doing? Why are we even debating who owns what and who doesn't own what?"
Darlington shook his head, a nervous smile appearing on his face. "I honestly have no idea." he said, scratching his head uncomfortably
Samantha pulled him to sit on the bed, and sat down beside him, the box now sitting in Samantha's left hand as she picked one item after the other, out of the box.
"Look Samantha, I think it's inappropriate to fiddle with your mum's stuffs like this" Darlington said, uncomfortable with the fact that she was paying so much attention to the stuffs.
"Oh dear, didn't you just say the stuffs aren't my mum's? Tell me Darlington, are these stuffs connected to her statement in the airport? Are these the stuffs she was talking about?" She asked Darlington.
Darlington swallowed spittle wrongly. He began to cough, intermittently trying to speak up
"What are you saying Samantha? Nothing like that…" he was still saying when she cut him off.
"Darlington, my mum couldn't be having an àffair and you're trying to conceal it, could she? Or is there a reason she knows her secrets are safe with you?
"My dad couldn't have trusted you so much with his family, yet you decided to …" she was saying and suddenly trailed off.
Darlington was now sweating profusely. Cold beads of sweat formed on his face, even though the room was fully air conditioned.
"You know what? Let's forget about my mum and my dad for now. What do we do now? I mean, we have so many new stuffs I've never seen before here. What do you say, if I ask you to teach me how to use them?" she asked with a mischievous smile, her eyes meeting his.
Darlington stiffened at once, noticing that the mischievous glint had returned to her eyes.
"Saman…" he started but shut his mouth instantly when the mischievous smile on her face got replaced with an ügly smile
"Enough talking Darlington. I'm done arguing with you. You have been acting like a saint all these while, refusing to toüch me just because you know I want you
"Yet, you have been in partnership with my mum to cheàt my dad. You have been very comfortable covering up for her because you are also benefitting from her deeds.
"You think I don't know? You think I don't know that the reason you have been avoiding me, despite wanting me as much as I want you is because you don't want to sleep with mother and daughter?" she asked and Darlington jumped up in a startle.
"Don't be ridiculous Samantha. What nónsense are you spewing? I'll be dead tomorrow if I've ever as much as cast an eye on your mother. What nónsense are you saying?" Darlington snapped
"And you'll be dead tomorrow if you don't do what I'm asking you to do now because I'll tell my father that you have been sleeping with my mother and decided to have some practicals on me today" Samantha threatened.
"I have never thought of being inappropriate with your mother, let alone getting in bed with her.
"I have been avoiding you like an epidemic since forever, and no matter what you say, I won't let you blàckmail me into doing something my morals won't let me do
"Tell your father whatever you want to, but I can assure you,he won't believe you." Darlington said and made to walk away but halted in his path when Samantha began to laugh like a maniàc.
"Really? He won't believe me? Fine! Maybe you should just take a look at the video I've sent you now and tell me if you aren't convinced yourself that we already had it" Samantha said, throwing her phone on the bed.
Darlington heard the beep indicating the message that had just dropped. He tried to look at the message but something asked him to get out of there.
He walked into the adjoining room in the suite and kicked the door shut. Somehow, he found himself clicking the video open and a scream escaped his lips
Darlington had no idea where Samantha had kept the camera, but it captured everything so perfectly that he suddenly went hard again, seeing his rock hard phàllus gliding between her fully lubricated thîghs, before his cap engaged.
"Samantha..." he came shouting, but she was nowhere to be found.
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