Down On Your Knees

DRUNK SAMIRA

CHAPTER 7

Andi wrapped his arms around Samira and kept her to his side while he ushered her outside. Samira’s head nestled comfortably in his warm, and firm chest, her arms wrapped around his waist and Andi's arms were like a blanket covering her body.  They looked intimate as if their bodies were made to fit perfectly. 

Samira shook her head repeatedly. Her vision was blurry but she knew Andi was holding her at the moment. The alcohol slowly clouded her brain but she tried to remember what led them to that closeness. The last few incidents her mind recalled were herself dancing on the dance floor with Timothy and another man who introduced himself as Lawrence. He was a hot man, but for whatever reason, she didn’t like him.

The next scenarios were a bit hasty and unclear. Samira was confused why Andi was suddenly there, and she was walking with him weakly as if her legs had turned into jellies. He ushered her to the elevator then the lobby and to the car. Andi was supposed to take the shotgun seat, but Samira found him sitting with her at the back. It was probably because she was too intoxicated to sit alone in the back seat, Samira figured. But whatever his reason, she liked it. She wanted his nearness and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her, made her feel secure.

“Please drive us to the mansion,” Andi ordered the chauffeur. The partition between the backseat and the front seat slowly went up. Andi's voice was icy-cold, in complete contrast to his hands and warm chest. 

Samira found his body heat so comforting and so relaxing. She giggled while she tenderly stroked his firm chest. Her hand going up and down inside his coat. 

Andi's breathing had become shallow when her hand became more searching in trying to find more heat. Samira playfully inserted her small hand in between buttons of his shirt, as she sensually caressed his skin and the soft hair on his firm chest. She giggled, even more, when one button snapped, her hand slid on freely inside his polo shirt.

Samira felt Andi stiffened, sitting with a straight body on the car seat. He jerked when she playfully touched one of his man-n*****s. He gasped and took away her hand to stop her exploit.

“Behave, Samira!” Andi murmured while grabbing her wrist. His voice was hoarse. He was trying to hang on to a slim thread of logic.

Samira smirked. She knew then that Andi was not entirely immune to her charm. She could make him react to her mere touch. Even if the alcohol was taking over her senses and her eyes were blurry, Samira could see and feel the tension on Andi’s face and body. She chuckled lightly.

“Andi—“ Samira whispered sensually. She couldn’t help being excited upon knowing that she could induce a desire to the cold man beside her.

Andi swallowed the thickened liquid in his throat as he looked at her aroused and flirty eyes. 

Samira felt his muscles stiffened at her touch once again. She touched her face and glided the tip of her nose in his jaw.

“You want me, Andi— hik! hik!” Samira murmured in his ear before hiccups attacked her.

Andi couldn't speak, he was as aroused as the lady beside her, but he was sober. He tried to hold back his manly urges as much as he could. He refused to give in to the heat slowly spreading in his body.

Andi tried to stop Samira's hand lightly sliding downwards before it touched his lower abdomen but her hand slipped from his hand and landed on the center of his thigh.

“Jesus!” Andi gasped for air. He jerked when Samira's soft hand landed gently on his proud possession down south. His ramrod poked on his pants. More so, when Samira’s hand naughtily pressed it gently, sizing his length and thickness. Andi's hand then tightly pressed on the door handle on his side. Any man would react when that sensitive nerve was touched.

"The hell, Samira." Andi's roared but sounding more like a plea for her to stop before he couldn't hold on to his manly urges.

Samira chuckled as she had proven her point. Andi had no way to deny being aroused, she had proven it beyond a reasonable doubt. She could feel his slightly excited private. "So there's the monster!" she playfully giggled, beyond thrilled when she felt his slightly aroused private. 

“You are so drunk!” His hand tried to pull away her naughty hand pressing on his hard-on, but he couldn’t move away from it abruptly, “Take your hand away from my thing, Samira!" he muttered in between clenched teeth.

“Oh no—“ she looked up at him and clutched his collar with her free hand, forcing his lustful eyes to look at her. At such proximity, they were breathing the same hot air, their ragged breaths in sync. Samira gently pressed her lips on his. She licked it, urging him to respond to her kisses then she bit his lower lip gently and stroked his jaw with her soft hand. When he gasped for air, she slid her tongue into his mouth and challenged his tongue to play with hers. 

Any word of protest from Andi was stuck on his throat.  He did not respond to her provocation, but he let Samira do as she pleased.

Even if Andi was not kissing her back, Samira liked his mouth on her mouth. His lips have a velvety texture, she couldn't help but played her tongue into those smooth flesh. She also liked his scent, a combination of mint and newly cut grass, he smelled fresh even if it was already nighttime.

Samira knew she wanted and needed him desperately, like a glass of water to quenched her thirst. 

However, before she could make him succumb to her advances, everything in her line of vision doubled and swirled. She felt her mind and body were being sucked into a stupor. Then, not a minute later... there was darkness.  

Andi just shook his head repeatedly and heaved a heavy sigh. He moved her to sit comfortably with her head on his chest. Samira slumbered in and out from sleep, murmuring incoherent words, which made Andi laughed quietly so hard he almost lost his mind. He whispered, “Real nasty lady! Did you learn that stupidly while away from home?”

Samira uttered inaudibly each time she moved, but Andi understood those words perfectly.

"I will fck you Andi until your brain explodes!" 

"You cannot get away from me Andi. We will elope."

"I will bring you to heaven, handsome."

"You like me too, don't you?"

"I need you Andi...badly."

Andi chuckled while listening to her blabbers. He reckoned, a drunken woman speaks clearly what was in her mind.

When they reached the mansion, the servant escorted him while he carried Samira upstairs to her room. Andi placed Samira on top of her bed, made instructions to the servant on what to do with her, and before he left, he whispered something to the sleeping lady. 

“I will look forward to our meeting tomorrow. You will surely have a nasty headache when you wake up, senorita," he paused and tucked a few strands of hair covering her adorable face, behind her ears, "I will have a long night and I badly need a cold shower. I dread the remaining days of my challenging 20 days service.” He gazed at her gorgeous face with amusement. 

Andi left her when the servants came in with warm water on a bowl and towels.

**

In the morning when Samira woke up with her alarm clock on its third cycle. Her face wrinkled as soon as a splitting headache hit her.

“Holy s**t!” Her head was like being hammered by a dozen mallets. She didn’t know what hit her at first, but when she recalled, she screeched, “Freaking s**t!” Her memory was hazy, but she recalled touching and kissing Andi. 

She pulled herself up and sat on the bed. Samira placed her head on the pillow on top of her legs and screamed, “Ahhhhh,” the muffled noise jolted Mabel from her sleep. When she looked at her, Mabel was stunned at her odd position. Samira's butt was up in the air, literally, while her face was pressed to the pillow.

Mabel was ordered to sleep inside her room in case Samira needed assistance during the night. However, Samira was knocked down, as if she was hit with a sharp blow. From the time Andi placed her in bed, she didn't wake up.

Mabel stood up immediately from the couch and went to the side of the bed to know what was happening to her, “Senorita?”  When Samira did not respond, she called her again, a bit louder, “Senorita!”

Samira looked up and gazed at her intensely, “Why the hell did you yell at me?” she asked grumpily.

The poor girl fidgeted and responded while stuttering, “A—s—sorry, senorita! I was a little alarmed,” 

“Go get me some coffee, strong black! Hurry!” She barked at the poor servant.

“Okay, okay, senorita!” Mabel hurried to the door, still baffled. She didn’t know what happened to her senorita last night.

Samira was wondering how she would face Andi after what she did last night. A gentle voice in her head was saying, “You decided to get drunk last, right? Suffer the consequences, besides what’s in a kiss, anyway? It’s just a kiss. He was far better than the dude who wanted to bed you last night.”

“Oh s**t!" Goosebumps run on her skin, "Yeah—, I remember another man I was dancing with, and Andi interrupted his exploits.” She tried to scratch her suddenly itchy skin.

“Alcohol and me, we're never friends!” She muttered under the tightly clenched jaw. 

A few minutes later, Mabel made her way to her and mumbled something, “Senorita, Mr. Andi called a while ago. He won’t be able to come here this morning. He will meet in the office, mid-afternoon, instead.”

Samira heaved a sigh of relief, “Thank God for that.” At least she would have more time before she face him.

She nodded to Mabel and asked, “Where’s the ashtray you brought here the other day?”

“Oh! I’ll go find it, senorita,” she replied and hurriedly left the room.

Samira didn’t want to smoke, but she wanted the servants to talk about it. She wanted her grandpa to bring it up during one of their conversations. She wouldn’t deny it. It was part of her plan. Her grandpa would be mad as hell, she imagined. Not even the men in their family smoke. 

Her lips twitched, she silently rejoiced. 

She carried that great feeling of delight until she remembered Andi and their kiss last night, then her shoulders dropped, “How will I face the man?” Her face was wrinkled.

“Why worry about it? You touched his base. You kissed the man; he will be your absolute sin. It was all part of your master plan! Go kiss him more!” Now it was the small evil voice speaking inside her head.

“Damnnnnn!” She screeched. “But…for what it’s worth…last night was amazing. I kissed him at last!” Samira closed her eyes and gently touched her tender lips, trying to remember the feel of Andi's lips while pressed on her lips. 

"Amazing indeed. Now I need to kiss Andi more!" She said it a bit louder than she meant to.

Mabel who just walked in with the ashtray in her hand was stunned by what she heard. In her thoughts "Mr. Andi and Senorita, kissing?! What about her fiance?" she froze, midway inside the room. Mabel didn't know if she was supposed to hear what she just did. Her senorita would definitely feel bad about it.