Chapter 20

Giddy with anticipation, Sam’s only too glad to put her work on the backburner in favour of some fun with her boyfriend. All night she was reliving their hot, passionate scene and now to have another one to add to the memory bank, feels great. Just as her ‘Master’ had suggested she slips off her panties and changes into a back denim skirt and black t-shirt before slipping on her boots, grabbing her collar and rushing out of the door. 

Ade can feel himself hardening at just the thought of having Sam pleading him for release again. After yesterday, his díck could only think of one thing and one thing only-to be plunged inside his mate. That in itself is strange for Adrian. His self control is usually so intact and bound rigidly, yet now to have it go rouge from just one experience with his mate truly causes him to re-evaluate the so called stone control he thought he has. Nevertheless, one day is long enough. 
He lips quip in glee as he hears the knocking on his door. Swinging it open, he grins at the flustered appearance of his mate. It looks as if she ran all the way here. Well, well, well...seems he’s not the only one eager for this.

He moves towards the side and tilts his head inside to allow her to enter. As soon as she does and the door is shut, his hands grab her hips, spinning her around and pinning her against the hallway wall. 
Instantly his lips hungrily descend on hers, his tongue giving her no warning as it plunges into her mouth and spars with hers.  His hands drag her wrists up and pins them above her head. As he pulls back to allow her air, she smirks at him.

“Well hello to you too.”
“Did you bring the collar?” he demands causing her to raise an eyebrow. What's with the caveman attitude now? 
“I may have done,” she retorts with attitude. He just takes it to mean yes. 
“Then take your shoes off,” he states moving back to allow her to do so. She lets both of them drop clumsily onto the floor, shooting Adrian a smug grin as she notices his annoyance at the insolent act. Anything to rile him up seems to bring Sam just a smidge of glee but then again the same could be said for him. 
After that, he strides into the bedroom, Sam rolls her eyes and follows, dumping her bag but bringing the collar with her. 

“Turn around,” he instructs holding his hand out to allow her to drop the collar. She does so and spins, pulling her hair to one side to allow him to firmly buckle the thing around her neck. As she turns back, she can’t smiling at the softness that tinges Adrian’s bright blue orbs as he lowers his body and...in one swoop he picks her no. 
“Argh! No! Don’t! Put me back down!” she cries, hands winding around his neck and holding on tight. She hates it when he picks her up and she hates that it makes him just laugh. Placing her on the bed, he grins at her pouting expression.

“Don’t pout, Princess. You belong in my arms,” he winks causing her cheeks to redden at that. 
Crawling onto the bed, she shuffles back slightly in playfulness but he just grasps her ankle and pulls her towards him. With a squeak of surprise, Sam finds herself lying flat on the bed with Adrian’s hand pining down her hips and his gorgeous blue eyes twinkling with mischief. His fingers unzip and unbutton her skirt before tugging it off. 
“Good girl, no panties just as I said,” he states in approval causing Sam’s heart to flutter with the thought of that approval. 

His hand runs over the soft mound, fingers trailing along the smooth skin, slicking with arousal. Sam feels herself sinking...deeper and deeper into his touch, his voice, him. Her body like her mind perks in anticipation of beautiful torture and intense pleasure, yet a moment later and she feels herself being lifted out of that trance. With his fingers disappearing from her body, her eyes pop open in surprise. 
“Remove your clothes,” he states as he stands up. 
Sam’s confused as to what’s going on. Why does he look like he’s leaving when he wants her to take her clothes off? 
“Princess,” he sings raising an eyebrow at her still covered front half. Begrudgingly Sam keeps her eyes trained on him as she takes off her socks first. A small smirk appears on his features; Sam Torres forever the stubborn one. Content he’s not going anywhere causing her to make a fool of herself; Sam starts to pull her top off. 
Meanwhile, Adrian takes a few steps towards the large armchair against the wall and smirks up at her fully undressed form.

She props up onto her knees, gazing at him still in puzzlement. 
“Done,” she states as if her bare figure wasn’t confirmation enough. 
Adrian just soaks in her apprehensive expression and the eyes flickering with uncertainty. After everything agreed upon and after everything they've done, she's still not fully comfortable with him and that greatly disappoints him. 
“Not yet, pet. Your inhibitions wrap around you like a blanket. And I want you bare...Look at yourself, Princess. What do you want?” 
Sam’s stunned, she glances down at her exposed flesh, not seeing the restraints he describes and then back up at him. What does he mean? What does she want? How would she know? He’s the Master, the one who decides and now he wants her to just take control? What? 
“I-...I don’t understand,” she replies.

“It’s simple enough Princess. I’m asking you, what you want, right now, in this moment, in this room. What is it that you desire?” he patiently clarifies. 
Sam remains silent, unable to answer. 
Adrian raises an eyebrow and sighs slightly.

“In that case, until you decide I’m of no use here,” he shrugs standing up. 
“No!” cries Sam and with a sigh she says in a softer voice, “I don’t know...”
“Yes you do pet,” he assures, sitting beside her. 
Sam twists around to face him; his bright blue eyes gazing back at her, his body leant back casually emphasising his muscular physique as desire ignites in her.

“I want to please you, Master,” she whispers causing him to grin. The dazzling smile has her blushing. 

Hearing exactly what he wants, Adrian’s hand raises to push the hair from ear while leaning towards it. 
“Then do you know what would please me right now?” he breathes to have her shake her head slightly. 
“If you were to masturbáte.”

Sam’s jaw drops slightly a gasp escaping her lips. What? Did he just ask her to....? Sam can’t decide whether that’s the hottest thing a guy’s ever asked of her or the oddest. Regardless, she doubts she can do it. Whenever she’s tried to before, her mind’s gone to a blank. She could be thinking of the hottest man alive but that fantasy would immediately shatter as soon as her fingers make contact with her most intimate parts. Then frustration would kick in and before long she finds herself giving up, settling on going to bed with the sexual frustration still buzzing in her. 
“I can try but...”she starts. 
“But what? Have you not touched yourself before, pet? Not even a little?” he asks shocked. There’s no way she’s never been curious. 
“No, I have. I have tried to but...I’ve never been able to climax. I just can’t seem to...” she tries to explain how she just can’t meet his request but that in itself feels like a failure to her. How can she be right for him when she can’t even masturbá30te? It’s ridiculous. She’s just not experienced enough for him and admitting that to herself isn’t so bad. But to admit it to Adrian feels shameful. Like she’s not enough for him and that all too familiar feeling makes her nauseous. 

Adrian’s fingers sweep down her spine, sending shivers through her body. 
“That’s fine, pet. Remember, you have no need to feel embarrassment. I can help as long as you are willing and obedient. Are you, Princess?”
“Yes Master,” she answers softly. His hand cups her face and lips meet with hers. 
The kiss is slow, passionate but as always between them there is hunger.  Her hands rises to clutch him closer to her however before she can grasp the material of his t-shirt, he pulls away. 
“Uh-uh, patience pet. Now, I want to see those hands on your body, not mine-not yet. Close your eyes for me,” he starts. With one last unsure glance at him, Sam complies and shuts her eyes. 
“Good girl, now imagine a scenario. Imagine a place first,” he instructs, slowly moving off the bed and towards his previous seat on the armchair. 
Sam is faintly aware of his presence moving further away, but she focuses on trying to come up with a location. The best she can do is the kitchen. 
“Now think about what you’re wearing and then your partner.”
She pictures herself dressed in the ridiculously expensive black and white lace satin slip she’d seen on the size 0 model in Victoria’s Secret once, with her hair wild and light make-up coating her face. She feels sexy, desirable, insatiable. 

Adrian watches as her hands naturally slide down her neck slowly. Her lips are slightly parted as her mind is liberated. 
“What are you wearing pet?” he asks. 
Sam is only faintly aware of his question. She numbly replies as she already starts to imagine him there with her. Dressed in only a pair of black jeans, she can picture his muscular torso bare and rugged calling for her: His hands large and eager to clutch her flesh: Then there’s his eyes...those bright blue orbs so steely with determination, lust and hunger.  Her heart clenches at the thought, as does her lower abdomen. 

“And who else is there with you, Princess?”
“You, Master. You are moving towards me...slowly and surely.”
“Why are you moving back then, pet?” he returns. 
Immediately, Sam imagines her feet slowly shuffling back, eyes still locked on his and heart pounding erratically, as he nears her. She pictures her thighs hitting a round wooden dining table, ceasing her retreat. 
The short gasp leaving her lips indicates to Adrian that in her mind, he has her trapped. 

In Sam’s scenario Adrian grasps her into his chest, lips fiercely ascending on hers and tongues entangling in a ferocious kiss. As he pulls back she’s left out of breath, with arousal shooting through every nerve in her body. Her nípples pebble against the flimsy silk material causing his eyes to narrow onto them. 

As Sam’s mind is reeling intensely her own hands move to her spearing, aroused nípples and gently her hands are massaging her breasts. 

Adrian can’t take it anymore. Tugging off his shirt he unzips his trousers and pulls out his hard, throbbing díck. Slowly he fists himself, his thumb circling around the head. 

“What am I doing to you, pet?” he asks his voice slightly hoarse, but no better than hers. 
“You...You have me pinned on my back on the table. You’ve made me place my hands behind my back as you...rip the slip straight down the middle with both of your hands,” shakily replies Sam, her thumbs circling her nípples as she pictures herself in exactly that situation. She imagines his mouth descending onto her exposed left breast, tongue swirling around and his other hand grasps at her other breast. 

In reality it is her fingers that pinch and twist her nipples while her boyfriend is lavishly pumping his hand up and down his own arousal. Adrian’s eyes sweep all over her body, observing and absorbing every tiny sexy detail about her. Her skin is flushed; the juices dripping from her slick pússy onto the sheets below; her own fingers pinching and tugging her own beautiful nipples.

Sam’s core throbs in need and she envisions her man pulling back before grabbing her by the hips, to twist her around. He presses her flat against the cold wood, one of his hands keeping her down by a firm hold at her neck whilst his other hand runs down her back and settles at her cúnt. His fingers circulate around the sensitive flesh, teasing and taunting her. 

At the same time, one of Sam’s own hands slither down her toned stomach into the junction of her thighs. Adrian watches as she gently rubs the pretty pink pússy, causing him to groan at the unholy sight. His hands pump a tad faster as he witnesses her own fingers picking up the pace.

A soft whimper sounds from Sam as she imagines the sound of Adrian unzipping his trousers and freeing his erect penis. 
“Don’t make a sound,” he whispers or at least that what Sam imagines he would as he slides slowly into her. She can almost feel his díck gently stretching her out as he wades into her, inch by inch. Well aware of his command she feels herself biting her own lip to cease any screams that threaten to escape. 
“Good girl. Now you can scream, Princess,” he breathes. His body pressed over hers while his hand lifts off her throat and both hands clutch her hips. Sam feels him slide out of her before slamming right back in, a few easy strokes and he gradually increases his tempo. His hips join with hers as rapidly as they leave, his fingers digging into her flesh while hers are scratching at the smooth table. She imagines the sounds of flesh meeting flesh while moans and groans echo around the room; the sounds they sound so real that Sam is lost in her imagination. Her Adrian fists her hair, pulling her up and causing her back to arch as she screams his name in pleasure. His punishing pace has her climbing faster and faster towards that incredibly peak of ecstasy but before she can she hears him commanding her. 

“Open your eyes, Princess,” he says and this time, it’s not what she envisioned. As her eyes open, her mind catches up and the daydream is broken, only to be replaced with a sight that still has her heart galloping. It’s only then that she also becomes aware of two of her fingers deep in her tight, wet pússy with the other hand grasping at her breast. She carries on the pace of her fingers while eyes soak in the sight of the real Adrian with his fist wrapped around his díck that’s leaking with pre-come. Sam’s mouth waters while every fibre of her being aches for him to use that weapon of mass pleasure on her. Keeping it so selfishly to himself is just not fair. 
“See what you do to me, pet?” he rhetorically questions in a gravelly tone. 
“...Master, please, please may I come?” she responds with urgency. She doesn’t know how long she can hold on, not that she wants to but she knows the rules; no coming without Master’s permission. 
“Come with me Princess,” he responds causing her to thank him in gratefulness. 

Adrian’s hand jerks his thick phallus closer and closer to his orgasm, until he can hold it no longer. Like a spring his body recoils while all the tightness in him disappears to be replaced with the feeling of immense pleasure. Slipping back to reality he can feel his warm seed dribbled over the bottom of his abdominals and around his díck. 
Sam on the other hand, is grateful for his orgasm because it means that she too can let go. With her back arching she’d cried in intense pleasure at the growingly familiar sensation of orgasm. It takes her a few minutes to come back from the high and as she does so, her eyes find her Master again. Sam’s fingers slip out of her with ease while desire builds in her again from the sight of Adrian with his white come over him. The urge to lick it off is a new one and paired with the urge to suck his díck back into its beautiful erect state, Sam’s body burns again with lust. 
“Master,” she whispers. 
He signals her over with a crook of his index finger and states, “crawl.”

To travel on her hands and knees towards a man is a new experience for Sam, but the approval and respect in Adrian’s eyes from seeing her do so, has Sam glowing with satisfaction. Adrian props forwards, closer to the edge of the seat as she nears him. Seeing that gorgeous plump ass swinging in the air, has him craving to sink to his knees and take her from behind; however he barely manages to keep himself in check. 

Sam slides back onto her heels to sit up between Adrian’s parted legs. She wants to keep her eyes trained on his, though every so often they dart down to the cooling come that she so desperately longs for. 
Witnessing her fancy, Adrian swipes his finger across of the trails at his lower torso and holds it towards her. 
“Is this what you want, Princess?”
“Yes Master, please may I?” she begs, eyes sparking up at the opportunity. 
“Suck,” he instructs allowing her to take his hand with both of hers as her mouth encasing around his finger and suckles. 
Sam moans lightly at not only the taste of come on his finger but also that of his díck. When he pulls the finger back she can only allow it to slip from between her lips with regret. 
“There’s plenty more, pet and I expect it all off,” he dictates, only to bring a hint of a coy smile to Sam’s lips.

She shuffles closer, her head leaning towards his body as her tongue darts out and starts to lick the sémen furthest away at his abdominals. Adrian leans back, one of his hands resting at her head and stroking while she eagerly licks him clean. From his first meeting of her, he would have never guessed her to be hiding this glorious freakish side to her. However he is curious...just how deep does it go? He knows she likes pain, but how much can she withstand? She says she wants it rough, but just how rough can she handle? Can she handle rough sex? The kind he likes. To the degree he likes it to. 

Adrian snaps his eyes down to his mate as soon as she starts to twirl that sneaky tongue around the tip of his díck. His eyes narrow playfully as hers gaze up and she smirks back. 
“I do believe your task is complete, pet,” he casually states causing her to pout as she sits back. Her hands however trace up and down the tops of his thighs trying to tease him into letting her suck the thigh organ he sprouts between his legs. 

“Now, now, there’s no need to pout, Princess. We aren’t done yet, but the next part does depend on you,” he tells her causing that pout to be replaced with confusion.

“...Are you ready for sex?” he asks her.
Sam blinks her eyes and almost snorts in disbelief. Is she ready for sex?! Hell yes! With how far they’ve come along and all the new feelings she’s starting to develop for him; sex with him is definitely something that she’s considered...a lot. 
“Yes. Yes, please Sir,” she declares. 
Adrian though, is not too convinced she quite knows what she’s getting herself into, “really? Are you positive, Princess. You know it’s not going to be vanilla, right? I’m not going to be ‘making love’ to you- I’m going to fuck you: Until your pússy’s sore, your voice is hoarse and you’re begging me to give you a break. Are you sure that’s what you want?”
Even imagining that has Sam squirming with lust. She wants all that and more. 
“Mmm, please, please Master,” she pleads.
Adrian’s hand cups her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. 
“Then go over to the cabinet and inside the first drawer are condoms, pick any you wish, pet,” he instructs. 

Standing shakily to her feet, Sam makes her way over to the translucent glass cabinet and opens up the first drawer. Inside that is another box where various assortments of condoms lie. Looking through it, she twists around to where Adrian sits on the bed waiting for her. Although he said to pick whichever one she wanted, she wants to pick what he wants. But she has no idea, what he does like. Deciding to just screw it, she picks up just a plain one.

Sam sashays over to the bed, her legs barely able to move in a straight line from excitement and anticipation. Somehow she manages to make it and with blushing cheeks hands the packet over to Adrian. 
Adrian just rips the packet open with his teeth and slides on the protection before grasping her by the hips. She squeaks in surprise, her fingers naturally threading through his silky curls while he plants a few chaste, sweet kisses at her stomach. 

Then with no warning whatsoever, Sam finds herself being flipped onto the mattress while her man crawls up between her legs. His thick hands clutch her thighs and drag her down, underneath him. Sam can only gasp as he sensually teases her by rubbing the tip of his díck between her soaking wet pússy lips.

“Master...please....” she whispers. Oh God, she just wants him in her, already.  
“Keep your eyes on me, understand? Don’t you dare close them or look away,” is all Adrian responds to her, one of his hands grabbing both her wrists and placing them above her head. He keeps his eyes locked on hers as slowly he begins to slide in. There’s resistance in her-the kind left from not those muscles not being used in so long. 
Sam opens her mouth, a silent scream floating out as she feels her body stretching so deliciously to encase him. As he keeps sliding in, the moans leaving her lips are far from quiet. Even her eyes struggle to stay open, while every nerve inside her is being ignited by him. 
Adrian too can feel his body crying to just speed up the whole process and hammer into her. But the stronger part of him craves to feel every part of her, to have her fall apart in his arms and to have only him engraved into her mind, heart and body. 

Inches in and Sam feels herself being filled beyond belief. Of course, she’d seen his size, but she’d thought she could take it; however now, she’s not too sure. 
“Sir...I can’t...I...” she groans, her fingers now free from his hold wrap around his shoulders as fingernails dig in. She tries opening her legs wider but it does little to ease the fullness she feels in her. 
Unable to know what to say to her, he presses his lips hard against her trying to distract her from the pain as he slides completely inside. Sam gasps at the last few inches charges into her. Her body feels electrified, with every nerve standing to attention, not to mention that sensation of both her vágina and her heart feeling stuffed to the brim. 

“This is my pússy, Princess and I will not be denied it, understand?” growls Adrian beside her ear as he pulls away from the kiss. 
Sam’s eyes are wide as she nods. 
“Yes Master,” she agrees instantly.
“Good, now repeat, your cúnt belongs to me,” he demands slowly sliding down. 

“My..My cúnt belong to you, Master,” whispers Sam in a partial gasp as he glides back into her all the way and repeats the motion to slip out and in. 
“Louder, pet.”
His fingers trail down to rub at her clít causing her to groan and preventing the words he wants to hear. As punishment, his other hand pinches her hard nípple causing a scream this time to leave her lips. 
“I’m hearing screams and moans and groans, but not what I want to hear,” he states, tugging at her hair. 
“I’m sorry Master, I-”
“Too late, pet.”

Slipping his díck straight out of her he tightens his grip when she whimpers. 
“Don’t fucking whimper. Turn around, onto your knees,” he demands. Sam’s heart clenches, has she really displeased him that much? Regardless she spins onto her hands and knees. 
“I’m sorry, Master,” she softly apologises when he lightly spanks her ass. 
Adrian sighs softly. Sometimes, he forgets she’s not as experienced and though he knows he shouldn’t he can’t help it. Of course, she’s going to take those words to heart, even though he doesn’t mean them all too sincerely.

His lips trail down her spine, as hands run over the tight large globes of her ass. 
“I know, Princess, that’s why I’m going to fuck you until you realise that I alone own every part of you,” he whispers, hands clenching at her delicious rear that he loves so much. 
Spreading her knees further he eases his hard arousal back into her warmth and tightness. Sam’s fingers clench at the bed-spread as her body rocks forwards at his intrusion again. The familiar moans and groans spill from her lips as he slowly jacks in and out of her. His hand coils around her chest to tug and pinch her nìpples while his other hand remains clenching her ass. 

As her muscles start to relax and she becomes accustomed to the steady pace, Adrian knows that he can now step it up a notch, closer to the one he desires. Grasping her by the hair, he tugs up having her back arch as his pace speeds up in harmony with the gasps and groans of his mate. His eyes roll close as he gets lost in her sweet body, her breathless moans and most of all, his immense pleasure. But of course, no sooner does he get accustomed to moderate pace, when his primal brain urges him to go harder, deeper, faster. Part of him, the more humane part, wishes to gain the approval of his mate to do so; yet this part does not dominate him, not in situations such as this-no, it’s the animal inside him that’s in control and the animal only knows its selfish evolutionary duties.  
His hands both grip her hips sturdily while his hips find their own tempo-one that is far quicker than Sam can imagine. 

Her body rocks automatically forwards and back in time with his own spearing jabs. Sam can feel her hands shaking from exhaustion and a few seconds later, as she’d predicted they give way; causing her front to arch forwards completely onto the mattress while her ass and hips remain held up high. Flattening her left cheek to the bed-sheet, she’s forced to suck in necessary breathes of air for her lungs in between her cries of pleasure. Her body feels like it’s on fire. Her pússy feels like the inferno that ignites her whole body; shooting sparks through her spine all the way to her mind that’s lost in a haze. 
Seconds (which seem like minutes) later and Sam finds herself growing closer to the holy grail’s of all orgasms. Her body feels parched, thirsty for a single sip of that rejuvenating nectar. But she holds back, subconsciously realising that she hasn’t got permission for that. 

“Master....I need to...Please, I need to come,” she gasps. 
Adrian gazes down, assessing her control over her own body. Would she be able to hold it for that little bit longer? Judging by her position completely slumped onto the bed, apart from her ass which she still holds high, he realises that she’s on the ultimate edge. 
“Come,” he permits, his palm rising and falling sharply onto her already hand-printed ass check. 

Sam cries in shock, the sting adding to the gush of ecstasy that flows through her. Her eyes roll shut, a rainbow of colours shining behind her closed eyelids, while her body hums in relief. But as she her senses return and she becomes aware of her body, she’s surprised to learn that Adrian keeps going, his rhythm unfaltering. 

Sweat drips down his forehead as Adrian grits his teeth at the pleasure of her pússy trying to milk him. He’s always found more relief when he holds back that little bit longer; but he surprises even himself when he can hold on through the almost irresistible pleasure of her walls clamping down on his díck. 
As his body carries on, he can feel his partner climbing the stairway to heaven once again and this time, he knows that he won’t be able to fight it. 
His hips jerk at an even faster hammering pace before finally ecstasy explodes behind his closed eyelids, which just signals the acceptance of a low groan. 

With Adrian’s faster pace, Sam is well aware of the impending orgasm and unable to hold it, she comes without his permission. This unfortunately for her, doesn’t go amiss with him; though with her pússy milking him for all his worth that’s not a huge surprise. 

The moan from her lips soon turns into a yelp though as a searing heat stings at her ass. 
“I know I didn’t give you permission pet, which must mean you’re just itching for reprimanding, aren’t you?” he growls with another spank to her other cheek. 
Her mind is screaming profanities at her but her body protests to the regret. She couldn’t help it. She just couldn’t; not when he’s jacking into her like a fucking drill-any girl would come from that just as instantly as she had. 

Adrian grasps her hips and pulling himself out of her warmth, he flips her onto her back. The gasp from her lips turn into a soft pleading, puppy dog pout making her look almost innocent, apart from her eyes ringing with mischief. 
“I’m sorry Master...But I couldn’t help it. How can I when you fuck me like that?” she retorts grinning wickedly as his hand wraps firmly around her throat and he towers over her. 
“Fucking you was for me, Princess, not you. You know by now that you ask for permission to come and when you don’t...you get punishment,” he states. Sam bites her lip, he really won’t budge on this will he? Although one part of her is excited by this, the other part of her reminds her of her sore, aching body. 
“I’m sorry Master...Please...” she pleads. 
But he just shakes his head. 
“You know the rules.”
Sam takes in a shaky breath. With the moment of rest, the exhaustion has completely settled into her body and the very thought of continuing has her moaning in rejection. 

Noticing her lack of response and not due protest of punishment, Ade knows something’s wrong. His hand lifts off her throat and cups her face as he gazes down at her. 
“What’s wrong?” he demands. 
“Noth-”
“Don’t lie to me,” he growls, “or there will be consequences.”

Sam sighs worried what he’d think of her if she asked him to finish up the scene now. The thought of that makes her feel inadequate. No doubt his other submissives were able to continue. They would have been able to go for round 2 and 3 and 4, yet she...She’s his mate and she can’t even go past round 1? That’s pathetic. And she won’t be that pathetic little girl. 
But when she remains silent, only casting her gaze to the side, Adrian senses a lash of rejection and hurt at his insides. Is she really not going to just tell him? He thought he’d given her an environment where she doesn’t have to feel uncomfortable with him-where he will be the Master and care for her in every way possible, yet this act of betrayal casts a shadow of doubt over all that. 

“I’m sorry you don’t trust me,” he says so quietly Sam almost misses it. With that she feels his heat being raised and lifted away from her, causing something in her to whine loudly in protest to the very action. 
Her hand latches onto his moving bicep ceasing the muscle immediately. 
“Don’t say that, I do trust you. I just-...I need a break, alright,” she states with a blush spreading through her cheeks. 

Adrian’s whole mind and body freezes. She wants a break? She wants a break from him? But-but....He just can’t comprehend why? What has he done now? What can he do now? 
“I see,” he states coolly, lost as to what else to say. If Sam needs her space then she’s entitled to it and besides, it’s not like he can stop her is it? 
“You’re not mad are you?” she hesitantly questions back. As soon as the words had left her lips she’d seen him tense up and close off. She hadn’t expected that. Perhaps a few groans and a bit of sulking on how he wanted to keep going; hell even teasing would have been better than this emotionally shutdown Adrian. It just reminds her of their first few meetings and it’s not exactly a side to him she likes. 
“No, why would I be? If you require a break from this relationship then you’re perfectly within-”
“Wait, what?! No, no, I don’t mean the relationship! I mean....this, you know...sex. As tempting as another round sounds, I can’t-my body can’t handle it right now,” she explains causing him to groan low in realisation. 
His lips latch onto hers fiercely and he softly bites down on her lower lip in punishment. 
“Don’t fucking do that to me again,” he growls lightly knowing that although he was the one who had interpreted it wrongly, those words from her lips still caused his heart to jolt in terror. 

Sam can only nod at him as she finds her own mind spinning at the thought of Adrian actually feeling hurt if she left him. She just can’t imagine what she has to offer to him that a million other better girls can’t. 
Then just like that, a light scowl transfixes his features. 

“Princess, you’re forgetting my rules once again. You know if there’s a problem you tell me. Especially if you can’t continue,” he lectures once again slipping back into his role as a Master. Sam gulps slightly, it’s not like she’d forgot it’s just that she didn’t want to tell him. 
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she apologises; the hallow words something that doesn’t go missed by Adrian. 
“Are you? Do you even know why you’re apologising?” he retorts with narrowed eyes. 
“For breaking your rule.”
“And what do you suppose would have happened if you’d kept silent? If we’d carried on and I was still fucking you right now?” he questions gauging if she truly does know what the consequences would have been. 
Sam’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. Is this a trick question? If they’d carried on, things would have been fine right? She would have learnt to be stronger and he wouldn’t be so seemingly angry with her. 
“You think it would have been okay? You would have been perfectly alright? Not at all passing out from exhaustion or in far greater pain than what’s pleasurable? And I suppose you think that I would be fine with that- that I would be content with you reducing me from your Master to your abuser.”

Wide brown eyes stare back at him with guilt and Adrian feels a stab of guilt in his own chest. He knows he should be more lenient with her; after all she is just a beginner. But it is better she learns now that her actions not only affect her but also him, than further down the line. 
“I-I’m sorry, Master...I wasn’t thinking clearly,” mumbles Sam in shame. She can’t believe she hadn’t even considered the prospect that she may actual be hurting him. 

Adrian rolls over to his side, satisfied that she means her words this time. Then with one arm he encourages her to snuggle into his side, his arms cocooning her in while her head rests just above his heart. 
“I know pet, and you will get your punishment...later,” he softly mutters and then as an afterthought adds, “you did well. I’m proud of you.”
Sam’s heart tightens filling with joy as she hears that. She can’t remember the last time anyone’s ever said that to her; she doesn’t even know if anyone has said that to her. What can she say to that? Does she thank him? Return the compliment? 
Unsure, Sam settles on a simple peck to his cheek. 

******

Adrian leans against the doorframe, smiling ironically as he witness his headstrong mate clad in his t-shirt and boxers fixing sandwiches. Is this really Sam Torres? This docile little creature in his kitchen? He can hardly believe it. Though as soon as he’d thought that, she spins around with a raise of her eyebrow and a less than impressed expression-almost as if hearing his exact thoughts.

“You can erase those sexist thoughts right now, Mister,” she scolds waving a butter-knife in his direction. 
“I have no idea what you mean, Princess. I’m all about feminism,” he states with a shrug and a small grin as he stalks closer towards her. She assesses him for a moment with narrowed eyes before nodding in satisfaction. 
“Good. So crusts on or off?” she asks referring to his sandwich. Adrian’s arms rest at her hips while he thinks back to the last time someone asked him that. His mom probably, back near Freshman year when he decided that he’d need all the carbs he could get. Like most kids he’d hated the crusts but entering high school there was that pressure to look like the Senior boys and never one to fail at meeting expectations, Adrian worked hard to achieve his targets-he still does. Even if those targets are more subtle than back then. 
“On, Sam, I’m not-”
“Alright, alright! Jeez, no need to get defensive. Crusts on, I get it,” she mutters and then placing the food onto a plate she sarcastically snaps at him, “there, your masculinity is still intact, oh mighty Adrian Carter.”
Adrian chooses to take the high road on that one, in thanks for the food. 

Sam’s hand crawls underneath Adrian’s plain t-shirt, tracing patterns into the firm muscle. Brown eyes glance up evoking a small smile onto her lips as she watches his expression twist into one of confusion from the images on screen. Then as one of the ‘housewives’ of wherever it is says something utterly ridiculous, that confused look morphs into one of repulsion. 
“You know, I have no idea what the appeal is in these shows,” he mutters to her. She makes a noise of agreement while trailing her fingers lower down to the waistband of his sweat pants. That gets his attention and he glances down at her with a small grin and raised eyebrows. 
Her eyes go wide with mocking innocence while her own pink lips rise into a sweet smile. 
“What?” she asks. 
“Don’t.”
“I have no idea what you mean,” she pouts fingers pushing past the waistband and trailing at the soft fur before the beast.
His hand clasps her wrist and ceases her less than honourable actions. 
“I think you know exactly what I mean. And if you want to be able to move tomorrow, I suggest you stop that right now, Princess,” he growls to which she can only give a soft giggle back in reply. 
“Speaking of which; thoughts of the scene?” 

Sam’s smiles at him before trailing her lips up his neck with a kiss every so often. 
“I love it when you’re rough with me,” she breathes into his ear provoking a shiver down his spine which as much as he tries to remain nonchalant about, is still picked up by Sam. 
“Sam, please, be serious,” he grunts, his body unabashedly reacting to the curvy woman sat on his lap nibbling at his ear whilst pressed against him like a second skin. 
Sam pulls back to have eye-to-eye contact. 
“What do you want me to say Ade? That you were fucking brilliant? That I love being your submissive? That you’re the reason I’ve now had the best sex and orgasms of my life?!” she states with her arms being thrown in the air to emphasis her point. All these things, he’s probably heard before anyway by his countless partners so why would it be any different with her? Why state the obvious? 

Adrian’s hand delves into her hair, clenching the wild spiral strands firmly in warning. While one part of him is furious by her sass and dismissal of such an important part of the whole Dom-Sub relationship, another part of him (his racing heart in particular) revels in her admittance of such thoughts. 
“I want you to say what you thought of it. If that’s what you thought of it, then yes, I want you to say those things. Have I not explained the importance of this to you?” softening his hold he tries to explain to her again the need for communication, “It’s not about boosting my ego, Sam. I just want to know what you like and don’t. So please, don’t fight me on this or I have to stop being your Dominant.”

Sam bites her lip and gulps. 
“I’m sorry...Ade...I liked it. All of it. I like it when you push me down and fuck me like an animal; I like it when you spank me and when you grip me by the neck. But I also like it when you caress me and just hold me. Is that better? I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I’m so crap at...just telling you sexual...stuff like this but...I’ve never had to before,” she admits with her cheeks flushing red causing in her a hint of annoyance. But then again, she’s Sam Torres. She’s never been comfortable with her sexuality. At least not as Sam, and it didn’t matter, until Adrian Carter came along. And that’s when her mind just seems to have relocated to the filthy, dirty gutter releasing some kinky slut monster from deep within her-one she hadn’t even realised existed.

Adrian’s gaze softens further. He knows it’s hard for her. He knows that she likes to keep it to herself and he hates having to force her to admit her thoughts like this but it’s necessary. Plus he loves hearing her talk dirty. 

“That’s much better Sam...Thank you,” he responds leaning forwards to kiss her forehead. Pulling back he has a look of curiosity on his features as he realises that actually while Sam knows of his previous girlfriend, he knows nothing of her previous conquests.

“So...when did you first have sex?” he asks only to immediately feel her spine straighten before she places on a facade of nonchalance. 
“Oh at 17,” she responds with a slight shrug. 
“To a long time boyfriend, or...?”
“Yeah, a long time boyfriend, I suppose.”
“What happened with him?”
Sam glares at him lightly, “what’s with all the questions?”
“I believe I’m at liberty to know. We just had sex, you’re my girlfriend and mate; should I go on?” he shoots back. 
“Fine, whatever,” Sam replies after a few seconds with a roll of her eyes, “long story short: I loved him, we had sex and a few weeks later it turns out he loved the wrong sister.”

The bastard had really done one on her and she knows it-now at least. At the time, she’d just accepted it because she was weak and that’s all she knew how to do. In some sick twisted way, Sam felt like the one who hadn’t been good enough for him and it was only after leaving that God-awful place, Sam knows that it’s not true. That she’d deserved better from him.  Especially since he had only been using her to get to Jesse all along as well, not just at the end of their ‘relationship’ as she’d told Adrian. At least he’d admitted that much to her before tossing her aside. 

“ ‘Sister’? Oh you mean, step-sister?” asks Ade. Sam just nods. 
“Yeah, Jesse-Jessica,” Sam states correcting herself. Jesse had decided that the nickname was far too childish when joining high school and had started pressing everyone to call her by Jessica because it was ‘far more sophisticated’. Boy did that have their mother gleaming in pride. 
“Then what? Did you not date again?” enquires Ade. Could this be why she’s so standoffish? If so, then it baffles Adrian why she’d let one bad apple dictate her whole aversion to men. 
“Of course I did! He was an asshole but I got over it. But I mean, only once more before I graduated. This guy was more so obvious in his pining desire for Jesse so it came as no surprise when he wanted to call it quits.” 
The second time, Sam hadn’t really cared. She knew his intentions from the start and so in a way, she likes to think that she’s the one that played him.

“Is that why you left your home? Because of your sister?” 
Sam just rises an eyebrow and snorts in disbelief.
“You really think I’m that shallow? Oh boo-hoo, my sister’s prettier than me and all the guy’s want her-so I’ll just move to another town? God, no! I left because...-” 
The words don’t want to leave Sam’s lips. She’s just not ready to tell him quite yet so instead she settles on the coward’s way out. 
“-I left because I wanted to. End of story. That’s it. It’s in the past and I’ve moved on so there’s no point talking about it now....But what about you? How did you lose your virginity?”
She’d never thought about it until now. It was just a given that he’d be experienced but of course, there has to be that one point where even he had his first time. 

Adrian winces slightly. His first time, hadn’t been the greatest.

“I was 15 and she was older-17 I think. She was a senior at the time, it was her party and I was one of the few Freshmen to get invited. After a few games of ‘7 minutes in Heaven’ or some other ridiculous game like that, she invited me into her room and well...the rest is history,” he tells her. Truthfully, he hadn’t exactly wanted to accept her gracious invitation and as fine as it had been, he knows it would have been a whole lot better had it been with a partner he actually has some kind of actual relationship with. But then again, not accepting would have completely ruined the rest of his high school life so as much as he hated conforming to that kind of social pressure, the alternative would have been far worse. 
“Oh, right. Was it good? I mean-”
“Sam,” cuts off Adrian with a short chuckle, “it was...awkward. We were both young, I was scared as hell and I had little clue as to what to actually do. But yes, the whole 3-4 minutes of it was... ‘good.’”
Sam can’t help but grin back. It’s nice to know that as acclaimed as he is in the art of seduction and sex, he too went through the same bumbling, experience her and her partner did too. 

“Anyway, I was thinking we should go out for dinner tonight,” he expresses brushing back a curl.
“Okay, where?” she cautiously asks. 
“Just this wonderful Italian restaurant that opened just last week.”
“Ok-wait...How fancy is this place?” she suspiciously questions. Places like that just make her feel paranoid about the tiniest things-like how much she’s eating, which limb she’ll have to sell to pay for it, and about other people gazing around judging her. It’s just easier for her to go to some cheap, fast food place where nobody gives a shit if you’re eating a whole cow or not. 
“...I wouldn’t say it’s very-”
“Adrian...” grits out Sam, “you know I’m not comfortable-”
“Sam, it’s just going to be the two of us. You’ll be fine. Like you were at the ball, remember?-”
“You cannot use that against me!” she splutters in indigence It was once! One time!
“Fine, then what about the opera?-”
“Urgh! No. What’s wrong with some nice homemade lasagne and a movie?” she suggests but he doesn’t bite, much to her frustration. 
“I just want to take you out, why are you making it so hard for me to do that? Is that not what boyfriends are supposed to do? Is this not the relationship you wanted?” he snaps with frustration. As stubborn as he is, being with Sam has taught him, (like most men) that it’s just better to comply with the woman’s wishes; however there are things which he refuses to and that includes taking her out. If he wants to wine and dine his woman, then bloody well will; even if it may mean clubbing her and dragging her to the damned restaurant.

Sam senses his patience wavering so with a deep inhale and slow exhale she agrees. 
“Alright, fine. But if you want me dolled up to this pretentious place,  I need to get back home,” she mutters with a silent curse at him being added in her head. 
Sam never being one to submit to an argument graciously, Adrian considers this a small victory in itself and offers her a lift back to her apartment. 
Hopefully by the end of the night, her mood will be better.

******

Great. Just great. What the hell is she meant to wear to this stupid restaurant that will make her look like she belongs there? 
Sam tugs out another pair of jeans and groans before tossing them back into the heap her wardrobe is growing into. After 10 minutes of sifting through her clothes she’s still clueless. So..Sam decides to resort to her last-reserve, her cavalry.

“Hanna? It’s Sam-”
“Sam? Sam, who?” sarcastically bites back Hanna, instantly causing Sam’s heart to pang. She knows with her work keeping on her toes during the day and her nights spent with Adrian, she’s been neglecting her friends a tad more than usual. 
“Alright, I’m sorry Han. Look, I’ll grovel at your feet later but pretty please help me out now?” she pleads. 
Hanna sighs loudly on the other end and then exasperates, “you’re damn lucky I love you. So what wisely advice do you need from Aunt Han, this time?”
Sam smiles glad to have her sassy friend back, “Ade’s taking me to some fancy, uptight, pompous restaurant and I have no idea what to wear.”
“Hm, so classy then? Go black and white-keep it simple and clean. Maybe a little black dress, that’s a classic. And bright lipstick, you want some colour in there. I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” directs Hanna. Black dress? Sam’s sure she’s got one of those somewhere amongst her pile of t-shirts. 
“Thanks Han.”

“No problem, honey. So how are things with your pappi?” asks Hanna with a teasing tone causing a blush to bloom on Sam’s cheeks. She wedges the phone between her ear and shoulder as she starts searching for this mystical dress that hides in her closet. 
 “Never say that again,” groans Sam before mumbling, “and things are fine.”
“Fine or finnneee,” questions Hanna dragging out the word making it sound like some kind of provocative slang. 
“Hanna,” scolds Sam. 
“Oh come on, Sammie. If I didn’t love you girl, I would definitely hate you after seeing him. I mean you get that fine ass on demand!”
“Wow, Hanna, just wow. Who says only women are objectified?”
“Psh, whatever. For the sake of all womankind please tell me you have hit that and by hit I mean quite literally gone cowgirl on that prized stallion.”
“Hanna!”
“Come on, tell me Sam!” demands Hanna. 
Sam’s fingers grip at black material and she tugs whilst giving her reply to Hanna, “fine, yes. Yes, I have ‘hit that’” 
“I’m so proud Sammie, my little girl has become a woman!” announces Hanna and then adds, “but I expect details. Dirty, dirty details-”
“Got it!” cries Sam pulling out the dress and holding it up. 
“Got what?” asks Hanna on the other end as Sam frowns at the sheer lace panel cutting in a v-shape at the chest. Apart from that, it’s got pure black sleeves and ends an inch or two above her knee. 
“The dress,” she replies, “listen Han, thanks for the help and I’ll call you tomorrow okay? We can meet up and do something then.”
“Oh I see how it is....No, I’m just kidding. Have fun and be sure to give him the bluest balls ever!” cries Hanna in goodbye.

With a smirk Sam bids Hanna a goodbye as she decides to take Hanna’s advice and then some. After all if this night is going to be hard for her, then it sure as hell is going to be hard for him.  

A/n Whew! Told you that would be long! So there's a little insight into Sam's previous home life there and more to come! 
Not sure when next update will be but definitely before 2 weeks, I did promise weekly updates, so I'll try but I don't know how well that's going to work out for this upcoming week since I have my prom and stuff. :) Haha, but exams are done so technically I should have more time. 
Thanks for reading!! xx