#tedtalk!sam

He turns toward you as you open the glass door and step inside, his hair slicked back. He moves out of the way for you to wet your hair before switching places. He doesn’t touch you, instead he watches as you lather your body with the hotel provided soap. His eyes follow as soapy hands move between your legs, then over your breasts. He waits for you to finish and then steps out, wrapping himself in a fluffy white towel, handing one to you before wordlessly disappearing back into the room.

You follow him, toweling dry, trying to act casual as he stands stark naked, rubbing his hair with the towel and slipping into bed. You do the same, walking to the other side and crawling under the sheets as he reaches over and turns off the light.

“Good night,” are his last words as he turns onto his side, facing away from you and settles in.

-

There’s a hand rubbing up and down your back as you lie belly down, still in the depths of sleep. Slowly you blink awake, the early morning sun shining through a crack in the curtains, cutting like a knife through butter into the dark of the room.

While you don’t know what time it is, it’s still early enough that no part of you wants to move. It’s Sam’s voice that brings you back into the land of the living and the realization that you’re still in his bed.

“You have to get up.” A big, warm hand spreads wide across your back, fingers fanning out. The feeling of his hands on you, skin on skin is a simple but rare pleasure.“It’s almost six and Pepper will be here soon. Our flight leaves at nine, and you need to pack.”

“It’s too early, just leave me here. I’ll live on the West Coast now.” you whisper, rolling onto your back. He’s hovering above you, propped up on one elbow looking bright eyed at this ungodly hour. “Do you ever sleep?”

“Rarely.” He pushes a strand of hair back from your cheek. “Really, you need to get up.”

“I’m moving.” With a final push, you force yourself to sit up and get out of bed. You're naked and it’s cold as you hop around the room, trying to find your clothes and get dressed. Still half asleep you walk to the door in a daze and he follows you. “Last night was...incredible. Really, I’ve never felt anything like that.”

He seems to enjoy your early morning confession, grinning as you yawn into the back of your hand.

“Go on,” he opens the door. “You can sleep on the plane, you deserve it.”

Five Days Later - Tuesday

You’ve spent the better part of two days staring at lists of phone numbers and calls. The computer does most of the cross-referencing, all you’re left with is a spreadsheet full of names, dates and times. Thousand of them.

It’s early afternoon when you realize that something’s wrong.

Before you were assigned to the endless pit of phone calls, Max had you sorting through and categorizing depositions, ensuring the transcriptions were correct. You know this case inside and out. You’ve heard every word of testimony a dozen times and that’s how you know that Kurt Jablonski, your client, swore up and down multiple times that he never made direct contact with a private investigator named Lea Hammond.

And yet here you are staring at a number identified as one of Lea Hammond’s burner phones making and receiving calls from an office line that only Kurt had access too. His calls are normally made through his security so it’s possible he’s naive enough to think that there wouldn’t be a trace, but you’re staring at the proof of their connection.

You’ve got no idea what this means, but it’s a huge case. Sam’s had teams flying back and forth from Florida for months.

Now comes the hard part, you have to tell Max.

You never returned his texts and he’s been giving you the cold shoulder. But you report to him, at least for this case, so there’s no way around it. You write down the names and dates on a post-it and head to the conference room where Max has set up shop with half a dozen other junior associates.

“Excuse me,” you knock lightly on the door frame and they all look up. Frank Walenchecz looks from you to Max and grins, which piques your interest but that’s not why you’re here. “Max, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“We’re kinda in the middle of something here.” He rotates his chair, eyeing you up and down. “I’ll find you later if you need me.”

Everyone in the room chuckles and your cheeks flush hot.

“I think you should look at this, I found something-”

“I said we’re busy.” He’s emboldened now, his condescending tone laced with an underlying hostility that you pick up on in a second.

“Max, this is serious,” you insist. “It says on the schedule that the team in Florida is going through final prep with Mr. Jablonski but-”

“Why don’t you worry about your filing and leave the thinking to the big boys, huh?” He tilts his head, making no attempt to hide as he stares at your breasts. “I’ll find you later, sweetheart.”

You can hear snickers as you shut the door, humiliated.

You wait. And wait.

It’s nearly six when you walk back down the hall only to find the conference room empty. He’s left for the day.

Wednesday

You’ve only been in the office for an hour, sorting through a new stack of documents when Lance Barton saunters up to your desk. He’s not exactly a friend, but the two of you are friendly per se. He’s a junior associate and just as full of himself as every other lawyer working at W & S, they all know how good they have it.

“Good morning,” he perches on your desk, shoving a paperweight to the side to make room for his ass.

“Hey,” you look at him, offering a genuine smile. He doesn’t say anything, just sits there staring at you with a shit eating grin on his face. “Did you need something?”

“Actually, I came to ask you that.” He chuckles, biting his bottom lip. It takes you a minute to understand exactly what he’s implying. When the realization finally dawns you’re so taken off guard that you don’t know how to respond.

“I-” you start, sitting back, staring at him in disbelief. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

You turn back to your work, trying to ignore him, but he doesn’t move.

“Come on,” Lance leans down, placing his hand over yours on the desk, you jerk it back in response, unprepared for actual physical interaction. “We’ve always gotten along, haven’t we?”

“Please stop.” You pull your hand away, clutching it in your lap.

“Max said you liked to play hard to get.” He whispers, now close enough that you can feel his breath on your cheek. “But he also said it was worth it, that you’re a wild little thing.”

You look at him wide-eyed, mouth falling open as nausea sets in. “Max told you that?”

“Don’t be shy.” Lance smiles, his eyes trailing down your body. “You just let me know the next time you need an itch scratched and I’ll take care of you.”

He saunters away, looking smug, leaving you gutted. You’d already guessed from Max’s reaction yesterday that he’d greatly exaggerated his relationship with you, but this is a whole other level.

Greg Smith from IT walks by your desk, eyes lingering too long and you know it has already grown into something you’re not going to be able to control.

Thursday

“Everyone knows your dirty little secret.” Pepper pours herself a coffee looking up at you. “I mean, you probably think you’re hiding it but I can see right through you.”

You almost choke on your spit, stopping to stare at her, swallowing hard.

“What are you talking about?” you stammer and she smirks, sipping her coffee.

“Oh stop it. The whole office knows about you two.” She shakes her head and you want to melt into the floor.

“You’re talking about….Max?” 

God, you hope it’s only Max.

“Who else?” Pepper is always a bitch but she’s really enjoying this. “I knew there was something between the two of you.”

“There was and never has been anything going on between us.” You correct her, holding your head high.

“I could have told you he was a snake. They’re all wannabes with too much money who think they’re going to be Sam Winchester some day. It’s pathetic.”

“Whatever he said, it’s not true.” You want to ask for more details but you’re not sure you could handle it.

“He told everyone, might as well have sent out a newsletter. Every nasty detail, how you suck cock, how you begged him to fuck you...everywhere. He told Colin you’re too slutty for him. Too much of a whore for Max...that must be a new low.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you whisper, fighting back tears. There’s a swell of anger and humiliation rising in your chest.

“Because you should know. I might be a lot of things, but I’m not afraid to say things to someone’s face. I know you’re Sam’s favorite right now, God only knows why. But that doesn’t mean anything in the real world. Outside of his office, you’re just a small fish, fighting for room in the pond with the rest of us.”

She turns on her heels and walks away, leaving you stunned.

-

The last thing you want to do is see Max face to face, but you need to show him the information you found. While you’d love to see him crash and burn, it could affect Sam and you won’t let that happen.

You knock twice on the door to his small, windowless office and he looks up. His face hardens when he realizes it’s you. “Back for more? Can’t stay away huh?”

“What are you talking about?” You shrug, stepping inside and shutting the door. “It’s just us now, stop the act. I thought we were friends, Max. Why are you doing this?”

“What am I doing?” he asks, picking up a stress ball and squeezing it in his fist. “I haven’t  talked to you in a week.”

“You’ve talked to everyone else. Telling stories about things that never happened.” Stepping closer to his desk you search his face for some kind of understand. You didn’t see this coming. Are you this bad of a judge of character? “Why are you trying to hurt me?”

“Why are you such a cock tease?” he spits, crushing the foam ball in his grasp.

“You know,” you back out the room, defeated, “the sad part is that I thought you were a good guy.”

“Why don’t you go find someone else to play your games with,” Max calls out as you leave and you hear the ball hit the wall with a soft thump.

Friday Morning

Sam waits outside the door to the conference room as Pepper hands him the latest update on the case. He opens the folio, reading through the documents. He’s always fully prepared.

“Do you need me?” Pepper asks, “Because I need to finish the notes from your call with Mr. Takahashi. You’ll need the final proposal before your one o’clock.”

“No,” Sam shakes his head without look up. “I should be back in my office by eleven. We’ll have time to review.”

She wanders off and Sam’s flips through page after page, scanning the notes. He’s not really listening, it’s your name that pulls him out of what he’s reading, moving closer to the open door.

“I’m telling she was practically begging for it,” Max explains.

“If Y/N was so into it then why are you so hot and cold?” Another voice asks. “You’ve been after her for months.”

“Because every other guy has already been there.” Max laughs. “I mean she’s a real whore, let me fuck her ass the first time. That’s how you know she’s been open for business.”

“Shit,” someone else grunts. “If you don’t want her, I’ll damn sure get in line.”

“Go for it man, two drinks and she was all over my dick like she hadn’t been fucked in years. She was starving for it.”

Friday Afternoon

“What is it?” Sam snips, looking for up for only a second. You haven’t seen him since you got off the plane in Boston last week. You know he’s been busy but you expected less hostility.

“I need to show you something.” You inch into his office.

“Can it wait?” He sits up, pulling off his glasses to stare you. He normally looks you up and down but right now his eyes are boring a hole into yours with an unwavering stare. “I’m busy. I don’t have time for you today.”

Jesus.

You take a breath, holding back with everything you have, you’ve wanted to cry for forty-eight hours but you didn’t think Sam would be the one to push you over the edge.

“Um-” you stutter, words getting caught in your throat.

“Um?” He raises an eyebrow. “Pull yourself together, use words like an adult.”

You swallow hard, tears brimming, as you try to swallow the thump in your throat.

“There’s something I came across when I was sorting through phone records for the Jablonski case.” You manage stable words, masking your looming breakdown.

“And you’re bothering me with this why?” He asks plainly as if you’re some low-level employee he’s never laid eyes on before.

“I just thought-”

“What did you just think? That because I fucked you I would suddenly have time for whatever this is?” His eyes are on fire and you wished you could melt into the floor.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a real dick, you know that?” you whisper, a tear running down your cheek, mouth trembling. “What did I do?”

His eyes light up, rage threatening right there under the surface. “Why aren’t you giving this to your project leader? Max has time for you, I’m sure.”

“I tried. He won’t listen to me.”

“Why?” Sam’s jaw locks, seething with anger. You’ve got no idea where this is coming from but you’re fully prepared to leave this building and never come back. “Stop crying, it’s pathetic.”

“Because,” you close your eyes, fresh tears falling, you’re really crying now. You stare at the floor, unable to take any more of his glare. “Because he’s mad at me.”

“Why is he mad at you?” He pushes as if he's waiting for some lurid confession.

“I wouldn’t sleep with him. He’s been an absolute asshole. He’s successfully made my life a living hell. I’m pretty sure he told everyone in the building that I’m a whore. I’ve got people I don’t even know whispering about me in the halls. I tried to show him but he won’t listen to me. I found something. I think it’s important so I came up here to tell you and now you’re...whatever this is. Please just take this so I can leave.”

You hold out a folder, wincing as he steps forward. He takes the folder out of your hands, but the next thing you feel is both his hands cupping your face, thumbs pressed into your cheeks.

“Calm down.” His voice is softer now, less commanding, more soothing.

You look at him, and gone is his threatening stare, it’s been replaced by something gentler.

“I haven’t done anything, to anyone.” you offer, stripped bare of pretense as you look up at him. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I jumped to some conclusions, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” It makes sense now, he’s heard the rumors. One of his hands moves from your face to your chest, placing his hand wide over your heart, resting between your breasts, guiding your breath. “I’m sorry.”

While it doesn’t excuse his actions you’re fairly sure Sam Winchester rarely apologizes, if ever.

“Okay,” you whisper, unable to dive any deeper, not right now at least.

“I’ll look through what you brought and take care of the Max situation.”

“I’m not a snitch,” you gulp, “I didn’t tell you to get him in trouble.”

“I know that. But you did tell me and I can’t have one of my employees talking about another like this. I won’t allow this kind of hostile environment for anyone.”

“He’s going to know I told you.”

“He’s going to know you told HR, because that’s how we’ll deal with it.” He sets the folder on his desk and picks up his phone.

“You’re done for the week. Go downstairs, I’ll have my driver take you to my house. You’re going to spend the weekend with me.”

“The weekend?” You look up, wiping tears as your mind tries to shift off of Max and into whatever this new territory is. “I don’t have anything with me.”

“You won’t need much.”

-

Sam’s house is a huge, modern home in Newton, Massachusetts. You know from listening to Pepper that he has a loft in Boston but this sprawling architectural wonder is his real home, far outside the city.

Dealing with him on a more intimate level it’s been easy to forget that he’s filthy fucking rich. He’s made more money than most people can dream of and this house is a jarring reminder that you’re in his world now.

The driver walks you to the door, punches in a code and ensures you’re inside before leaving. The floors are dark wood and everything else is stark white, it makes the place feel almost antiseptic. You take your shoes off and trail down the hallway that opens up into a generous living area, twice the size of your entire apartment. There is a couch, several chairs, and a coffee table. The walls are bare, save for one huge painting hanging on the wall, it’s all dark colors and strange shapes.

You continue exploring, wandering down a narrow hall to the right and find the kitchen. It’s just as devoid of personality as the rest of the house. He could feed a small army and you wonder if he’s ever lonely being one man with all this unnecessary space.

There’s a labyrinth of empty bedrooms, filled with furniture and not much else. At the end of this hall is his room, it’s unmistakable. In contrast to the rest of the place, there are splashes of color. The door to his closet is open and you slip inside, flipping on the light to find hundreds of suits, pressed and hung with meticulous care. There’s a second closet filled with his casual clothing, sneakers, and gym clothes. It sparks a lot of thought about what he’s truly like outside of the professional world.

Is this it? Is all this naked space his life? It seems...unfulfilling.

At the end of the closet, there’s a dresser with two pictures sitting on top. You pick one up and examine it. It’s a family, mother, and father, a young boy and a baby. It’s easy to guess that the baby is Sam, this was a life that was taken from him.

The second photo is unmistakably Sam with a mop of wild hair hanging over his forehead. He looks to be in his early twenties and he’s smiling bright and happy, eyes lit up with joy. He’s got his arm around a beautiful blonde who’s pressing her lips to his cheek. This Sam looks alive, warm and inviting. Another version of him from a happier time.

There’s a faint sound and you set the picture down, shutting off the light and scrambling out of the room. You find him in the living room, slipping his suit jacket off and laying it over the back of a chair. He looks up, a half-smile crossing his lips.

“You,” he points to you, shaking his head. “Just saved me from an utter disaster. I have twenty lawyers on that case, five paralegals and you’re the only who caught the phone calls.”

“It was something?” you question, moving closer.

“More than something. Kurt hasn’t been telling us the truth. If we had moved forward with our current strategy he would have ended up in jail and our reputation would have taken a massive hit.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help,” you offer, still reeling from the rollercoaster of a day you’ve had. “Before you say anything else, there’s something I need to say.”

“What is it?” he asks, getting closer.

“I know you have a lot going on. You’re busy and you don’t always have time for me. I understand that you’re blunt and like to get right to the point. But I can’t handle the way you spoke to me today. I enjoy what we have, but I won’t be around someone who treats me like that.”

He waits for a beat, eyes honing in on you, his head tilting as his tongue darts out. You can practically see the gears turning.

“I overheard a rumor and took it as truth. I, of all people, should know better,” he offers. “I don’t share. I’ve never played well with others and when I heard what I did, I reacted. I am sorry for that. I asked you to trust me and I need to trust you in return. It’s the only way this works. I trust you to keep your word, make good on your commitments. I will never speak to you that way again.”

“Good.” You gulp, feeling suddenly small in his living room. “Let’s not talk about it anymore.”

“Agreed.” He moves past you, reaching out to squeeze your arm as he heads off toward the kitchen and you follow. “Are you hungry?”

“Yea - Yes. I am. I was so worked up all day, I haven’t eaten anything since last night,” you confess, almost afraid of what kind of strange, kale-infused delicacy he’ll offer you.

“I’ll make something.” He opens the refrigerator, looking back you. “How do you feel about beets?”

-

“What I’m about to do is all about trust,” Sam explains as you sit naked in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs. His cock is thick and hard, trapped between your bellies.

“I know,” you nod, one hand on each of his shoulders. Your nails sink into his skin, holding on like he’s already begun. You look him in the eyes, searching for understanding. “I trust you, I’m just...nervous.”

“You’ll like it.” He nods, both hands holding your hips tightly. “It’s an incredible release.”

His hand wedges between your bodies again, finding your clit, rubbing a few last times before he gets started. He’s spent the better part of an hour getting you worked up, you're wet and throbbing, ready for more.  

“Lift up,” he instructs and you rise up on your knees as he takes his cock into his hand and slips the head into your pussy. “Now lower down, take it all.”

You stare at him as you slide down his dick, not stopping until you’re filled to the brim.

“Jesus,” you gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He’s thick, a wonderful stretch that sends little jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“Hands behind your back.”

You comply, placing your wrists together at the base of your spine. He picks up his discarded tie, reaching around and securing your wrists. The fact that he doesn’t need to see to be able to properly tie you up, has you both excited and concerned.

Sitting back he looks at you, then down to where you’re sitting on his dick.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, slowly.”

Lifting up you hum with satisfaction, feeling the drag of him inside you. It’s only intensified when you sink back and find a rhythm, even and constant, as you stare at each other. After a few minutes he starts to breath faster, mouth clamped shut as he studies your face. One hand comes up and slides around your throat. His fingers nearly reach the back of your neck, thumb pressing into the opposite side under your jaw.  

He squeezes, not hard, just enough to make you feel the pressure and you whimper, sliding up and down his shaft. Leaning all the way back in the chair, he reaches between your bodies with his free hand and begins to carefully rub your clit.

Your mouth falls open as the pleasure builds, everything between your legs slick and throbbing. His cock alone would be enough to get you off like this, you’re not used to the stretch yet, you doubt you ever will be, but it’s a wonderful challenge as you lift yourself up and down in his lap.

“Feels so good,” you whisper, biting your lower lip, his thumb moving faster over your swollen clit.

“Stick your tongue out,” he instructs. You blink, feeling the all too familiar shame creep in as you drop your jaw and stick your tongue out.

He keeps you just like this as the minutes tick by, your whimpers and moans sound even more desperate with your mouth wide open, tongue hanging out like some kind of slutty porn star.

Tugging at your hands you almost falter, only to have the hand around your throat grow tighter, holding you in place.

“You don’t have to ask permission to cum, just let it happen.” And with that his lips curl and his fingers clench and suddenly you can’t breathe. You knew this was coming, he’d prepared you for it but the first time you can’t help the panic, your heart speeding up.

For five seconds you are open-mouthed, fighting for air and then he lets up and you suck in a huge breath.

“Don’t stop fucking,” he reminds you. You’ve slowed down but you pick up the pace, sliding back and forth more than up and down. “Tongue back out.”

You comply and his grip tightens until you can’t breathe again and this time it’s longer. His thumb works faster over your bud, his hips rise up, keeping his cock moving inside you.

This time it’s ten seconds, and by the time he lets go your whole body is hot, sweat breaking out from head to toe.

You expected more pleasure, it’s not exactly bad but also not the pay off you anticipated.

After a few deep breaths, you stick out your tongue and ride him as his fist closes around your throat, tighter than the two previous times. His thumb presses firm, you feel your orgasm building as he squeezes the last breath out of you. You start to squirm, pulling at the restraints out of instinct. A desperate gagging sound leaves your throat and you’re getting closer and closer and then it happens at the same time. Your vision starts to go spotty and you cum at the same time. He eases up, but barely, still controlling the air supply as you jerk on his cock.

You’re floating and then there’s a rush of pure euphoria. It’s a tingling, weightless feeling that seamlessly melts into the pleasure of your orgasm and the whole world fades away. There’s nothing else, only the feeling of your body rolling up and down and an incredible pleasure between your legs.

Unsure how long you’ve hung in this transcendental state, you blink, vision clearing only to find Sam staring at you, both his hands cupped around your cheeks, holding your head up.

“Wow,” you whisper smiling like a fool, looking at him from under hooded eyes as an overwhelming wave of satisfaction and bliss sets in. “Thank you.”

“It looked incredible.” His eyes are lit up and moving quickly, searching your face.

“Untie me please,” you request softly, not entirely of sound mind yet.

He blinks, hesitates for a moment, then one hand leaves your face to reach behind you to free your wrists. Without thinking you wrap yourself around him, both hands sliding behind his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder.

His palms slide up your back, holding you as you come back down to earth, thumbs stroking back and forth until your breathing is back to normal. Once you’ve semi-recovered you sit up, inches away from his face as you look at each other. He’s even more handsome up close, the little wrinkles around his eyes and the pink of his lips are beautiful.

Wordlessly you lift yourself up, letting his cock slide almost of your pussy before sinking back down, finding a pace that makes your thighs burn as you ride him, desperate to give him the same release he’s just gifted you.

“Fuck,” he groans, head tipped back, the muscles of his neck straining. The two big hands on your hips pull you down onto him, holding you in place as he cums, spurting warm inside you until he’s finished.

After a few minutes, he lifts you up and off his semi-hard cock, rubbing his knuckles directly over your cheek, a tender caress that makes your eyes close in response.

“Now, get on your knees and suck my cock until it’s clean.”

-

“Sam,” you start, watching the subtitles on the muted TV as a newscaster talks about the upcoming election. “Why am I here?”

“What do you mean?” he responds, only half paying attention.

“I’m in your house, in your bed. You said you want to me stay all weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I want to be here, but I didn’t think you would want someone in your personal space.”

“I don’t mind having you in my personal space as long as it’s at my request.” He explains evenly, glancing up. “I’ve been busy this last week. My schedule is only going to get tighter. Weekends might be the only time we get to see each for a while. I won’t have time for the same interactions while I’m at work.”

“That makes sense.”

“Are you alright with that? Do you have a cat that needs to be fed?”

“No, no animals, no social life to speak of. We’re perfect for each other.” You smile and he grins looking back to the screen.

“What will happen to Max?” you ask, laying on your back staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.

“Do you care?”

“No. I’m sure he deserves whatever he gets,” you nod, the feeling of the last few days washing over you again.

“What happened to make him so upset?” Sam’s inquiry seems genuine.

“I turned him down. Some men are like that, for whatever reason they can’t handle being told no. Honestly, I had no idea he was that upset with me. I can only imagine what they all think of me. It’s so embarrassing.”

“You’re not the one that has anything to be embarrassed about.” His eyes go back the report in front of him, sliding the screen up but still talking. “Even if everything he said was true, it shouldn’t matter.”

He goes back to his work, reviewing some document that can’t wait until Monday and you lie there, pretending to watch a rerun of Frasier that comes on after the news broadcast.

“Sam, can I ask you something?”

“It seems like you’re going to regardless of my answer.” He glances at you.

“Are you happy?”

He stops, looking up and forward before turning to staring at you as if you’ve just asked him to hop on one foot.

“Is anyone?”

“I am.” You roll onto your side. “I mean, I’m not over the moon every day, but I’m content and I have moments of real, true happiness.”

“Why are you asking me this?”

“I was just thinking about you. I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have asked-”

“It’s fine.” He sets down the tablet on the nightstand and rolls onto his side, propping his elbow on the pillow. “No, I’m not happy in a traditional sense. I’m satisfied. I’m focused, I accomplish things no one else would ever be able to. There are a lot of things you have to give up to have the career I’ve had. I built something. I gave up happiness for success, it was a conscious choice.”

“Don’t you want more than your job?”

“No.” He shakes his head without hesitation. “When you add too much into the mix, things get messy.”

“Is that why you have me? I mean, you’re a pretty big deal. I can’t imagine you’re desperate for dates.”

“I don’t date, I have no desire for that. Having people in your life makes you unfocused, they’re distractions.”

“I’m not a distraction?” you inquire. A psychologist would have a field day with him.

“You are exactly what I need you to be. I’m not a robot. I have the same base urges as every other red-blooded American male, but instead of marrying the first pretty girl with long legs that liked my money, I decided to leave sex in its own category. My life is compartmentalized, things run smoother that way.”

“Do you have friends?”

“Not anymore.” His voices wavers, just a little but you catch it, trying your best to not let on. “For me friends are either a liability or a disappointment. I’ve never met anyone who didn’t fall into one of the two categories.”

“Geez, which one am I?”

“You’re not my friend,” he states, eyes narrowing. “You are a category all your own.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.”

-

You sigh, putting the phone down and rolling onto your back, staring at the ceiling. The room is still and quiet, there aren’t the busy city noises that you normally hear in your own apartment. As you lie there you think about last night, the way Sam made you feel. Until he came along you would have never considered yourself to be submissive in any sense of the word. Quiet sure, but definitely strong-willed and hard-headed. He’s woken a sleeping giant, a need inside you that’s been aroused and there’s no putting it back to sleep.

Making good on your commitment, you throw back the covers and look down at your naked body, still sleep warm as your nipples harden instantly in the cool air. They’re still sore, throbbing gently the harder they get, a nice reminder of what you went through in the name of pleasure and the lengths you would go to if asked.

One hand slides over your belly and between your legs as you begin to make gentle circles around your clit. Your body responds in an instant, as if all of yesterday's teasing was just waiting for you pick back up. Your pussy clenches, legs clamping closed for a moment as you moan gently and suck in a deep breath.

You glance at the phone, reminded that several times he’s taken photos of you in compromising positions. You’ve never seen them, but you suspect he’s keeping them for when you're not together. It’s a thought that gets you even more excited.

Picking up your phone you open the text thread with Keith Campbell and type.

Y/N: I’m completing my morning task

Y/N: Would you like a picture?

The moment you hit send you’re second-guessing the boldness of this interaction. He likes to give the orders and perhaps it’s too presumptuous to think he’s concerned about you masturbating in his behalf while he’s making one the biggest deals of his professional career.

It’s only a few minutes later that the phone vibrates again. You take a breath and look at the response, half expecting him to chastise you.

Keith Campbell: Yes.

Keith Campbell: Make sure I can see your face and your pussy.

You can’t help but giggle, sorting the logistics of how to fulfill this request. You prop the phone up against the television and sit on the bed with your legs spread, testing the set up before setting the timer and taking nearly a dozen photos of you touching yourself.

The best one looks the most natural, your lips are slightly parted, eyes half shut as you rub your clit. You send it to him and then lie back and finish the task at hand, touching your pussy until you’re right at the edge, sweating and desperate for an orgasm before you stop.

There’s no response, so you get up and dig into your suitcase for a pair of leggings and a sports bra. The hotel has a world class gym and you might as well take advantage while you have the chance.

You’re about to leave the room when he responds.

Keith Campbell: Perfect

Keith Campbell: That wet little pussy is going to be put to good use later

Keith Campbell: I won’t be free until the evening.

Keith Campbell: Come to my room at 9:30. No undergarments.

You stare at the phone trying to think of a smart response and then confirm.

Y/N: Yes, Mr. Campbell

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Your excitement is palpable, almost shaking as you approach his room. This feels like the next step. After tonight things will be different, exactly how you’re not sure, but it’s inevitable.

One knock and the door swings open as if he’s been waiting for you. He looks different than you’re used to seeing him. His hair is wet and he’s barefoot in jeans and a plain white undershirt as he steps aside for you to join him.

While you know full well he doesn’t dress in a suit during his personal time, it’s still a shock. He almost looks like a normal person.

“Am I early?” you ask, knowing full well you waited outside his hotel room, watching your phone until 9:30 blinked back at you.

“No.” He looks you over then closing the door. “I’m running late. Our dinner went over and I always have pent up energy after I close a deal. I went to the gym.”

“On time is late,” you parrot his favorite saying, eyes going wide once you realize what you’ve done.

“Indeed.” He smiles, and you’re thankful he’s amused. “You’re the one who was on time and ready to go. You deserve a reward.”

“It went well then?” you inquire, turning to look at him, trying desperately to act like it’s not killing you to make small talk instead of dropping to your knees and offering to suck him off.

“Very well.” He looks at you, eyes shining. “This partnership could take us to the next level. But it’s more money, more responsibility. There’s always give and take.”

He’s silent as you stare at each other, his eyes boring holes into you.

“What did you do with your day?” The question takes you off guard, and you can’t help but grin.  

“I went to the gym, then went out into the city to explore. My phone died and I got lost. I was hoping I’d be able to see the Yoyoi Kusama exhibit but by the time I got there it was too late.”

“The mirrors exhibit?” he asks, stepping closer. “Its coming to Boston isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but only for two weeks and it was sold out before I could get tickets.” You swallow as he gets closer, bare feet padding over the carpet.

“And you completed both tasks I gave you?” Sam shifts the tone of the room with a single question and your cheeks turn red.

“Yes,” you confirm, setting your purse on a small table by the wall. “The first time in my room. The second in the dressing room at Nordstrom. I would have sent you another picture but I was having enough trouble staying quiet.”

“Good.” He steps forward, reaching out to slide a hand along your jaw, his thumb pulling down your lower lip to expose your teeth. He’s done this before and it never fails to make you feel like a prize racehorse up for inspection. “Take your clothes off.”

He wanders over to the couch, taking a seat, watching you disrobe, head tilting as he appraises your breasts, then your stomach and lower.

“How are you feeling after last night?”

“Fine.” You’re completely nude, standing in the middle of the room. “My nipples are sore. It was hard to wear a bra, they’re still a little raw.”

“Do you enjoy that?” He leans back, finger tapping over his knee in thought. “Feeling the after effects the next day?”

“I do. It makes me re-play the things you do to me over and over in my head. I get to relive them all over again,” you confess, watching his throat bob.

“This evening I’m going to start with a spanking,” he explains calmly, patting his thigh. “Come lay here.”

Excitement hums in your veins as you walk to the couch. You look at him, up close and personal as you crawl over his lap and settle down with your ass over his lap. He wedges his hand between your thighs and you spread yourself open as best you can, feeling his finger swipe over your pussy, thumb checking to see how wet you are before he starts.

“How many do you want?” he asks, rubbing an open palm over your butt cheek.

“I-” you hesitate, unsure if this is a test or a genuine question so you throw out the first number that pops into your head. “Twenty.”

“Twenty?” There’s faint surprise in his voice. “I expect you to count out loud.”

And with that his open palm comes down on your ass so hard you shout in surprise, lurching forward.

Crack. Crack.

Two more follow in rapid succession, nasty slaps that makes your skin sting hot as he rubs his hand over the sore flesh.

“Three,” you wheeze, already breathless as your eyes start to water.

“Stay still,” he corrects as you squirm in his lap, reaching down and holding your upper thigh. “I’ll tie you up if I have to.”

“I’m sorry,” you counter, tensing your muscles.

“Don’t be sorry, do better.” This correction is followed by nearly a dozen hard fast spanks that leave you whimpering into the couch cushion. Both legs are shaking, trembling as you fight through the pain to stay still.

“It hurts,” you sputter, voice ratcheting up an octave.  

“It’s supposed to hurt,” he quips, his hand snaking toward your cunt. “Is it too much?”

“Almost...maybe,” you confess, fingers curling into the fabric of the sofa.

His thumb finds your clit and your eyes roll back into your skull. He rubs you gently, a press over your bud while his other hand massages your ass. You were so concentrated on the pain that you didn’t realize how wet you were, but you can feel it now. The ache between your legs growing as he touches you.

“Better?” He lets up, waiting for your go ahead.

“Yes. Please finish.”

He grunts, shifting under you and you feel his cock straining against his jeans, pressing into your stomach.

He gives you five more solid whacks on your behind and a sixth for good measure, leaving you shaking like a leaf as he sits you up, wiping the corners of your eyes.

“Can I suck your cock?” you ask, the request falling out before you even think about. He gets you so worked up your brain seems to short circuit.

A grin crosses his mouth, as he palms the crotch of his pants.

“Get on your knees,” he instructs. You slink off his lap and onto the carpet as he frees his cock. “Take it all the first time, nice and slow.”

You look up at him, gulping and then slowly swallowing the head of his dick as both hands thread into your hair. It’s a challenge; you normally work up to this, but you don’t stop until he’s lodged in your throat, and you're drooling around the base of his cock.

“Look at me.” The hands on your hair tighten and you look up, only to find him watching you with his mouth open. “I can see the outline of my cock in your throat, you’re taking me so deep. Just hold it...right there.”

You try to concentrate on suppressing your gag reflex, eyes watering as you groan around his dick. His eyes flutter shut in response.

He tugs on your hair, pulling you off his cock as you gasp for air, spit hanging from your chin.

“Suck,” he commands and you take the head back into your mouth, moaning, feeling your pussy throb between your legs. You lick and suck and stroke him until he’s painfully hard, the swollen crown catching with each pass of your lips.

“That’s enough.” He takes you by the hair again, twisting until there’s a pull at your scalp and you both stand as he pulls you to your feet. “Bend over the bed, spread your legs.”

He guides you to the mattress with a fist full of hair, only releasing so that you can lay belly down across the duvet. Opening your thighs you shiver in excitement.

“Hands over your head.” His instruction is calm and even as you feel him between your thighs, one hand on each leg directly below your butt cheeks.

Reaching up you spread your fingers wide, palms down and wait for what’s to come.

“Beg me for it,” he grits, one hand pressing down on your lower back, the other wrapped around his cock as he drags the head through your folds.

“Please fuck me,” you whine, trying to buck backward. “Please, I want your cock in my pussy. I need it, need to feel you inside me.”

“Your wet little cunt needs this?” He dips the head inside, then pulls back out, rubbing the tip over your clit as you cry out. “How bad?”

“So bad.” You’re utterly desperate now, fingers curling into the bedspread. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll let you fuck me any way you want to, just please fuck me like this right now. I can’t take it.”

“You feel that ache inside you?” he asks, pressing the head between your lips once again. “Have you ever felt that before?”

“No,” you wheeze, turning your head to the side, eyes squeezed shut. “Never, it hurts, I need you to fuck me. Please, Sam, please.”

He’s quiet and still for a moment and then presses forward, stretching your cunt open as he slides inside in one long thrust. A strained, low mewl escapes your throat, mouth gaping open as he bottoms out and his balls rock into your clit.

“Fuck,” he grunts, hands gripping the meat of each butt cheek. “You’re tight.”

You can’t speak, just whimper as he pulls out and shoves himself back in with a groan. After the maiden thrust, he quickly finds a rhythm, stroking tip to root with each pass. You’ve never felt so full or so stretched, he’s just this side of being too big as you fight to relax.

Sam fills you again and again as you writhe and squirm, desperate to take as much of him as possible. He moves closer, thighs against the edge of the bed and the angle changes, the head of his cock hitting just right deep inside and your clit rubbing the sheets. The pleasure builds fast as you begin to shake unable to control yourself.

“Can I cum?” you beg, unsure of what you’ll do if he says no because this is completely out of your control.

“Of course,” he responds as if you’re asking the silliest question he’s ever heard. “Cum on my cock, let me feel it.”

His permission allows you to relax and enjoy the pleasure, but for only for a moment before you wind up and explode. Your pussy tightens around his thick shaft, desperate pulses, sucking and clutching him deeper as you call out, pressing your face into the bedding with a muffled scream.

Your entire body winds up, goes tight and releases in a flood of relief and ecstasy that’s better than any orgasm you’ve ever had before. Sam doesn’t stop, he just slows down, fucking you through it, rocking steadily until you’re twitching and boneless.

You lay there, limp, wilted on the bed as he takes you by the hips and fucks you with everything he’s got.

“Don’t tell me you’re done already?” He chuckles, breathless as he thrusts into your cunt, the wet smack of your bodies only made louder by the sheen of sweat covering both of you.

“I think you broke me,” you mutter, cheek pressed against the bed.

“You can do better than that.” He slows for a moment, pressing all his weight over you with his cock deep inside.  His hand snakes around your hip and under your belly, middle finger finding your clit.

You jerk the moment he touches you, but there’s nothing you can do to get away, the combined weight of both your bodies keeps his arm pinned in place. You squirm as he rubs lightly over the sensitive bud.

“I can’t-” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut and burying your head face-first into the bed. “I need a break, please.”

“No breaks.” He swats your ass with his free hand and then begins to fuck you again, all while making torturous circles around your clit.

“Sam!” His name comes out a plea, low and long as you squirm underneath him. He’s grinding deep, holding himself inside you with each stroke, before doing it all over again. “Please, please, it’s too much, I can’t cum again.”

“Yes, you can.” He leans down, pressing the side of his face to your temple. “Concentrate on how it feels where I touch, how my cock feels inside you. Breathe slow and steady, stop thinking and just feel.”

Your mouth opens wide, eyes still closed in concentration as you take a deep breath and focus on his finger, slowly moving over your clit. Every other stroke he uses two fingers, pressing on either side and then back to direct contact. He repeats this pattern a dozen times and you’re finally able to come down from your previous high, as he coaxes you toward a new growing pleasure.

His cock is unrelenting, slow even strokes that force you to open up and take all of him in your pussy with every move of his hips.

The pleasure builds on itself, each stroke, every touch bringing you closer and closer to some new finish line. It’s not desperate like the first orgasm, that was fast and explosive from days of teasing and anticipation. This is something deeper, a building thrill that starts between your legs and fans out in all directions.

When you cum the second time there’s no warming. The gradual build stops, then bubbles over as the muscles of your stomach go taught, legs stiffening, neck arching backward. For a moment you can't breathe, whole body clenching in silent satisfaction, twitching and contracting. The next breath is a desperate sob, pleasure still coursing through you. You howl in desperation, momentarily on another planet. Your mind goes blank, there’s no Sam or job or contract, just the feeling of him filling you and ultimate gratification as you jerk in one final release and go slack.

“Good girl,” he whispers, the warmth of his chest pressing over your back.

He thrusts half a dozen times and holds himself balls deep in your cunt, grunting as he cums, shooting warm and thick in your overworked pussy.  

“Fuck.” He places a hand on your lower back and pulls out. One hand slaps your thighs further apart. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you're aware that he's appraising the mess he’s made between your legs, watching his spunk drip out of your cunt.

He’s quiet for a moment and then you feel him flop onto the bed next to you. It’s the better part of ten minutes before you finally open your eyes, turning your head to look at him. He’s watching you as you blink, trying to free your brain from the fog of it all. You’re still pleasure-soaked and dizzy, floating on a high that shouldn’t even exist.

“How do you feel?” he asks, reaching over to push sweat-soaked hair away from your face. The pads of his fingers trail over your temple, then upward sweeping across your forehead.

“Like you drugged me.” You smile wide, looking at his pink cheeks.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone cum that hard before.” His voice is soft, and there’s that look again. “You’re beautiful when you cum, it’s like watching someone die and come back to life.”

“That’s sort of what it felt like.” You lie there, watching each other in silence for a long time. His fingers trailing along your hairline, gently stroking across skin, threading into your hair and across your scalp as you practically hum in contentment.

Eventually, his hand falls away, sitting up with a groan. “I’m going to take a shower. You can join me if you want to.”

“Would you prefer I leave now?” you ask, trying to gauge exactly what he wants from this as you roll over and prop yourself up. You appreciate his attention to your request of more thorough aftercare but you also don’t want him to placate you beyond what you need. This is a contractual arrangement after all.

“You can go if you’d like to,” he offers, turning back to face you stark naked in the doorway. “Or you can take a shower and sleep here, with me.”

You try to read his face, but he’s gone stealth again, mouth an even line, eyes staring right through you. You’re about to question this proposition when he beats you to the chase.

“Don’t think for one second that I would offer something that I don’t want or enjoy. I have no desire to bend to anyone else’s needs. If I wanted you to leave, I would tell you to leave. But I’m asking you to stay.”

And with that, he disappears into the bathroom, the shower turns on and you’re left wordless in his bed.

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The world is black, blocked out by a velvet blindfold that’s over your eyes. While you can’t see him, you can sure as hell feel him, the weight of him as he straddles your ribs, knees tucked into either side of your body.

His cock is thick and heavy, laying between your breasts as he tugs on your nipples, pulling then twisting, sending little jolts of pain from your tits right down to your soaked pussy.

Sam is slowly and surely opening up a whole new world for you. If anyone else had said that you’d enjoy pain, and loss of control during sex, you’d have scoffed at them. But right now you’re more worked up than you’ve ever been in your entire life. You’re completely at his mercy, trussed up and laid out, about to defile you in yet another salacious act that makes your blood run hot with anticipation.

“Are you going to be good for me?” he asks, twisting your nipples viciously as you arch up with a muffled shout.

“Ahmm,” you nod eagerly, rubbing your thighs together, feeling the evidence of your arousal all over yourself.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, letting go of one nipple to bring the free hand up to hold your jaw still.

“Hesh,” is all you can manage, somewhat nervous at the fact that he’s asked you this question twice in one night.

“I know you like it when I spank you.” He abandons your jaw in favor of pinching both nipples in tandem. “And I can tell you like this because your cunt is drooling like a bitch in heat.” He tugs upward and your neck snaps back, pain spiraling downward and turning into pleasure somewhere along the way. “So we’re going to try something else tonight.”

Both hands leave your breasts and the weight on top of you shifts as he leans toward the nightstand. While you don’t know the exact inventory, you listened to him set various things on the table next to the bed as you laid bound and blindfolded waiting to begin.

He moves back into position, the silky soft head of his cock resting on your chest. He pinches your left nipple, squeezing hard several times until it’s impossible to make the sore peak any harder.

“Deep breath in.” He instructs. You suck in a breath through your nose. Cold rigid metal sinks into either side of your nipple, tiny little teeth biting into the tender flesh makes you scream into the gag, your entire body undulating underneath him.

“Ssshhh,” He quiets you, cupping the base of your breast. “One more to go.”

While it hurts unlike anything you’ve experienced before, it’s an erotic pain that leaves you wanting more. You can’t exactly explain the neediness blossoming between your legs as he begins to tweak the opposite nipple.  This time you know what’s coming, and prepare yourself as the little teeth bite into aching flesh.

Both nipples clamped, Sam admires his handiwork, pushing both full tits together, trapping the head of his dick between them. There’s a constant throb in your nipples, just the same as your clit, pulsing between your legs and it’s sparked every time he jostles your breasts.

“You’re breathtaking like this.” Sam’s voice is soft, full of genuine admiration as he squeezes the base of each breast. “There are screws on the side of the clamps. If I turn them, the clamps will tighten.” He explains calmly. “Do you think you can take a little more for me?”

His question, while degrading and frightening, is exhilarating more than anything. The idea that you’re doing this for Sam, trying to be good and accept some sort of “punishment” that in reality, you’re craving, makes you quiver with excitement.

“Hesh,” you agree, shaking in anticipation.

He slowly moves to one clamp, you feel it the second he turns the screw. It tightens down and a sharp pain bursts to life. It’s almost too much but he stops just short of tipping over the edge and you pant through your nose, tears sliding from both eyes, down your temples.

“Too much?” he inquires.

“Ooo.” You shake your head no.

“I knew it.” There’s a smile in his voice as he carefully tightens the other clamp until you’re bucking between his legs. All you can focus on is the pain in both breasts, this wonderful new torment you never knew you wanted. You’ve all but forgotten there’s a naked man, twice your size, straddling you.

He reaches for the table again and there’s the click of a bottle and the sensation of a self-warming lube being drizzled over your breasts. The bed shifts as you hear him stroke his cock a few times.

He slides his cock up between your breasts while pushing them together. The clamps move gently but it’s enough to draw a whine from your throat, the pain and pleasure mixing together as he begins to fuck your tits with long, drawn-out thrusts.

“I bet I could make you cum from playing with your nipples.” He muses, sliding his thick cock easily up until the head taps under your chin. “I’ll try that some other time. Tonight is about what I want from you. And you’ve yet to disappoint me, Y/N. You always obey so well.”

You want to respond, tell him how badly you want to be good for him, explain this need to do as he asks, to follow orders and please him, but all you can do is moan into the gag.

The throbbing in your nipples lessens over time as the clamps slowly cut off the blood flow and by the end, there’s very little pain, only a dull pleasure that keeps your pussy wet and eager to make him happy.

He’s squeezing your breasts together hard, huffing above you as he titty fucks you like he’s part of an Olympic event, his balls rocking into the underside of your boobs with each pass.

Without warning, he pulls the tie out of your mouth.

“Open up.” He instructs and you comply. Two more thrusts and he shoots warm and sticky over your chest, chin, nose, and open mouth, spurting again and again until you’re covered in pearly white. “Fuck,” he grunts, stilling his movements before releasing your breasts.

You lay there, arms tied, mouth open until you feel him scooping cum off your chest and his fingers sliding into your mouth for you to suck his seed off them. When he’s had his fill of watching you swallow, he removes the blindfold and there he is above you.

His hair is wild, hanging around his face, cheeks bright pink from arousal and exhaustion. He grins, watching as you blink at the bright light of the room.

“We’re not done yet,” he teases, his eyes dropping down your breasts and you follow. Your nipples are dark and suddenly painful as you see them, still in the grips of each clamp. He releases one and the blood flows back into your peak, bring with it a new pain that makes you howl in response. Before you can catch your breath he unclamps the other one and you’re thrown right back into the throes of it, wiggling under him, desperate for some relief.

“Do they hurt?” he asks, eyeing your abused tits, licking his lips.

“Yes,” you confirm. “But I like it.”

“I’m glad. You look perfect tonight….beautiful.” He swoops down, closing his lips around one of your aching nipples. You watch the truly erotic sight as his mouth closes around the bud and the wonderful warm sucking sensation as he latches on. After a moment your eyes flutter shut, reveling in the feeling of his mouth on your body for the first time. When he pulls away you fear it’s over but then he’s sucking on the other one, rolling the peak between his teeth and sucking until you're about to come undone.

He was right, he probably could make you cum like this.

As always, he knows when you’re close. You moan in protest, eyes popping open as his mouth leaves you.

“Let’s see how the rest of you is doing.” He smirks, re-adjusting himself so that he’s kneeling between your spread thighs. While you can’t see your pussy, you can feel what a mess you are. Your cunt has been throbbing on and off all day and this last hour has pushed you beyond aroused.

“I’ve never seen anyone this wet before,” he comments, gripping both thighs, thumbs digging to keep you open. His observations never fail to make you feel somewhat humiliated, embarrassed at how desperate you are for more of what he has to give.

“Your poor little clit looks swollen,” he muses and you half want to crawl under the covers.

Then you feel his thumb on you, looking down to watch him touch between your legs. The first brush with the pad of his thumb sends your body bucking upward, simultaneously trying to get away and pleading for more.

“Oh fuck,” you rasp, tugging violently at the restraints as he begins to rub your clit, slow and gentle. “Please, can I cum? Please?”

“No,” he says with conviction. “Not tonight.”

“Please!” You cry out, the pleasure is building, stoking a spark that’s been on edge all day.

“Stop and breathe, control your body,” he instructs. His thumb is still pressing over your bundle of nerves. “You know the rules, no orgasm until my fingers or cock are in this sweet cunt.”

“I can’t,” you plead, feeling the tears coming again, body jerking from side to side.

“I said no.” His voice booms, still trying to push you over the edge.

“You’re gonna make me cum like this, please, oh please…”

At some point, your own voice becomes a blur, the sound fuzzy in your ears. This is a new level of desperation. You want so badly to be good for him, to obey his rules but trying to hold back seems futile. You can’t stop yourself and the tug of war is too much.

It barely registers when he stops touching you. You’re crying, tears streaming as you sob with need, left right on the edge.

There’s a rush of feeling back in your arms as he unties you, and slides up to lie beside you, one hand spreading wide over your belly and pressing down.

“Calm down.” His voice is at your ear, low and even. “Stop crying, take a breath.”

You do as he says, eyes shut tight as you suck in a couple of deep breaths, easing back down from the ledge.

He’s hot beside you. Warm naked skin pressed into your side, his hand on your stomach keeping you grounded.

“I don’t know what that was,” you whisper, wiping your cheeks. You open your eyes to find him looking down at you inquisitively. “I’ve never burst into tears during sex before.”

Sam chuckles, raising his eyebrows. “I have a way with people.”

“I wanted to be good for you and I thought I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself,” you confess, feeling utterly small and uncomfortably vulnerable laying here in his bed.

“You were good for me,” he affirms, his eyes dropping down your body to take stock. “I told you I was going to test your limits. We found one.”

You quiet, feeling his hand on your belly rise and fall with each breath.

“The rest was…” You widen your eyes, almost laughing from the nervous energy of the comedown. “Intense. But I liked it.”

“Good.” His eyes narrow, the hand from your stomach reaching up to your face to push your sweaty hair back from your temple. The gentleness of the touch is at odds with his usual coldness. He looks at you for a moment, something fleeting coming then going just as quick as it was there. “It’s time for you to go back to your room.”

Your stomach sinks, every bit of arousal that’s culminated throughout the day drains away with those words.

“Oh,” you nod, getting onto your elbows. “Okay.”

You sit up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. There’s no way you can hide your disappointment but at least you can get out before he calls you out on it. You pick up the discarded bedspread off the floor looking for your dress, unable to find it until you turn around and Sam is standing, stark naked, with it in his hands. You try to take it from him, but he stops you, grabbing your bicep.

“I would let you stay.” His eyes search yours, remaining unreadable as always. “But Pepper will be here in a few hours.”

“I understand.” You nod but he doesn’t release you.

“I don't-” he starts, choosing his words. “I was honest with you from the beginning about what this was going to be.”

“I know,” you nod. “Transactional satisfaction. I’m not some doe-eyed college kid, I know what we are to each other. But when I’ve experienced something like what you did tonight, I need the connection, too. That was emotionally intense for me, you know that. I think it’s part of what gets you off. So, part of the transaction needs to be some better aftercare. I don’t like to feel disposable.”

Sam tilts his head, unable to hide the surprise.

“Message received,” he confirms. “For the record, you’re far from disposable. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite like you.”

“Likewise.” You smile as he releases you. You leave your discarded undergarments on the floor, and he’s at your back, ready to zip up your dress.

His hands curl around your hips, pulling you back against him as he dips down to whisper at the shell of your ear. “I want you to touch yourself once when you wake up. And one more time of your choosing before you meet me. Get yourself right to the edge.”

“I will,” you promise softly, eyes shutting as you slip right back into your submissive skin.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, letting his breath tickle your ear. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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