Chapter 12

“NO!”
“Sam, you know I can’t-”
“I will not have the fucking DEA taking over! Not now, not on my case!” cries Sam livid.
“Torres, calm the hell down!” shouts back Chief, barely just managing to scream louder than her. His eyes hold hers steady and with that stern expression he manages to get her to sink back into her seat. Yet he’s can’t overlook the fact her hands are bunched into fists on her lap and anger is coursing through her veins-not that he blames her for that. In fact, he’d be the same. It’s just he can’t tell her that.
“Chief, this is my case. I took it on when no one else would. I got the breaks in it, hell I found the fucking cocaine in the first place! They have no right to take-”
“I understand Torres. Listen to me. Let me speak,” he interrupts. She begrudgingly presses her lips close and into a tight line, trying so hard to contain her fury.
“The DEA are trying to get this case back, but they won’t win. You need to trust me, okay? Yours is the only team that going to stay on this case. I wouldn’t have it any other way. And if the City wants this whole Santiago mess cleared up, they won’t reassign. You have nothing to worry about, alright? Now go and get on with your job,” with that concluding command, Chief Daniels dismisses Sam.
Sam gives a tight nod, still worried about her baby-her case-being handed over to the douchebags at the Drugs Enforcement Administration.

Wound up and still angry, Sam knows she needs some way to channel that out of her, before she snaps someone’s head off. Taking out her gym kit, Sam heads towards the police’s training/gym facility located at the far end of the large station. She slips into the sweats, tank top and trainers before wrapping some tape around her fists. The place is empty and cold as she enters. Taking a spare punching bag she hangs it up. Then cracking her neck and fingers she pictures the DEA and Santiago on the front of the punching bag, right before pummelling it with her fists and kicks.


A low wolf whistle rings throughout the old gym an hour into Sam starting. Startled, she has to grabble to hold the swinging punching bag so it doesn’t hit her in the face. Spinning around to glare at the culprit, she finds her glare turning into an eye roll. Hanson. She should have known. Only he would be idiotic enough to wolf whistle at her. She knows he’s got balls. Especially from the way he teased her by blaring out ‘baby got back’ after she had to go undercover as a prostitute.

“What do you want Hanson?” growls Sam turning her attention back to the punching bag. Throwing a few more punches she can hear them echo out into the rooms, just as Officer Hanson’s footsteps ring out as he walks towards her.
“That’s quite a punch Torres. Who pissed you off then?” teases Hanson.
“Fuck off, Hanson-”
“Come on Sammie. You can call me Shawn, you know,” he suggests.
“I don’t want to Officer Hanson,” she spits back. Yet ‘Shawn’ doesn’t know when to quit and as such, he holds the punching bag as it swings from Sam’s jab at it.
“What the h-”
“Maybe you should spar with someone instead of something?” he proposes with a raised eyebrow. Sam appraises his offer, realising his attire is actually workout clothing. Fine, she thinks, perhaps she should go against something that will fight back.
“Alright. Fine, bring it on, Hanson,” she shrugs, blowing on her knuckles and moving to the centre of the room with the mats on.
He smirks moving towards her.
“Hey, maybe if I win, you’ll finally let me be on your team.”
Sam snorts, “there is no way I’m letting you onto my team Hanson and there is no chance in hell you’ll beat me.”
“If that’s what you think then I’m gonna enjoy taking your hot ass down, baby,” smirks Shawn.
His statement fuels more anger into Sam and instead of using her words, this time she decides it’s time to let her fists do the talking.

Shawn does not expect the first jab at his stomach and as a result he gets winded by it slightly. The blow causes him to focus meaning his body snaps into a defensive stance. Sam mimics the movement and they circle around each other, examining each other to find the other’s fighting style. Sam acknowledges she’s weaker than Shawn and using brute strength won’t do any good, so she knows she’ll have to make sure to turn his strength and weight against him. Shawn on the other hand, knows that he could just lift her off her feet with one hand but he also knows going straight in for the kill like that won’t work. Despite his male ego and schemas, he recognises that she’s a touch little cookie and it won’t be easy.

As Shawn darts forwards in a jab, Sam sidesteps him and brings her foot out to kick him behind his knee. Although his leg caves in, he manages to keep his balance and whip around so they’re facing each other again. This time it’s Sam that makes the first move. As she throws the punch, she’s not quick enough to dart back and so Shawn manages to grab her arm just above the elbow and pull her towards him. Dodging her kick, he also grasps her other arm in the same fashion and holds them behind her back and pressed to his chest.

“Give up, Torres. You know you want me in your team,” whispers Shawn into her right ear. Using all her strength, Sam tugs back and as he relents slightly, she suddenly pushes her arms back so that her elbow daggers into his chest.
Instinctively Shawn’s grip releases Sam who darts away and he wheezes trying to fight through the sharp pain.
Shit, he realises, this is going to be harder than he thought.

They keep sparing until both are sweaty, tired and have their fair share of bruises; however with neither of them tapping out, they continue.
Suddenly, Shawn goes for Sam’s knees, knocking her onto the mats, but that split second is all she needs to twist them over so he lands on the bottom. He’s just as quick to recover and with his strength he flips her back over. His hips lie between hers and hands lock hers above her head.

“If you give in now, Sam, I won’t tell anyone about this,” bargains Shawn one hand leaving her wrist cautiously and coming to cup her cheek. Sam lies still, trying to ease her breathing as he does so. Then just when he’s leaning down, she uses her body to dart under him and somehow land onto of his back. Grabbing the hand that had been touching her face, she bends the arm back and places the right pressure on it, which causes him to groan out in pain.
“Tap out before I dislocate your arm,” she evenly tells him. When he doesn’t respond in the next minute, Sam places slightly more pressure on it.
“Fuck! Alright, alright. I give, just let go,” he cries in defeat. She keeps the pressure on there for a little while longer before releasing it and standing up. As she grabs her towel and wipes the sweat from her forehead, she watches as Shawn too stands up and rolls back his shoulder.

“I heard you got a big break on the case Torres. You know if you let me join the team, you’d get the thing nailed much faster.”
Sam raises her eyebrows and shakes her head.
“I know your track record Hanson. You may be a good cop but you’re not a good team-player and my team’s fine already as it is,” she concludes. He is just too brash and bold himself, so them working together is not going to have good results. Plus she has a bad feeling about him anyway.
His expression is cool to her statement which she decides must be because what she essentially said must be quite insulting.
“I mean, listen Shawn, it’s just that you and I on the same team working-”
“Chill Torres, I know what you mean,” he smirks.
“You do?” she asks cautiously.
“Yep. I get it, the sexual tension would be too much for you to handle,” winks Shawn, running a hand through his damp hair and causing it to spike up in a strange way.
Sam bursts out laughing, half at his appearance and half at his words. Like hell, they have sexual tension! He may be good looking but he’s an ass, although...apparently she’s attracted to asses.

“Ade? Hi. What’s up?”
“What happened at the warehouse?” he demands right away.
“Oh okay, so we’re going to start with an argument are we?” she retorts curling up on the couch.
“Avoiding the question?”
“No, I already told you. That information is confidential. I can’t go telling whoever I please about that kind of stuff...Besides, why do you want to know?”
It doesn’t make sense to Sam. What interest has he in those warehouses? Oh God...they’re not his are they?
“Wait, Adrian...do you own them?” she slowly asks.
“What? No! They hold no value to me. And if I did own them, they certainly would not be in that sort of state,” he indignantly snorts.
Of course, thinks Sam rolling her eyes; were it owned by the almighty Adrian Carter it’d probably look like Buckingham Palace or something equally extravagant.
“It’s just those places aren’t exactly....safe,” he explains.

Sam has to bite on her bottom lip to stop herself from grinning ear-to-ear.

“Aw, Adrian Carter, are you actually concerned about my safety?” she teases but she’s met with only a pause of silence, causing her to realise that what she’s said is actually true. It makes her heart flutter, knowing that someone actually cares about her safety and is concerned about her.

“Ade, listen it’s my job. And there was no one there in the warehouse anyway. It was just a search task.”
“And what did you find?” he asks.
“Erm....not much just...some class A drugs in mass quantities,” mumbles Sam as quiet and quick as she can but it’s no use since Adrian catches it all.
“I see,” he icily states, “and will you be returning there?”
“...Not in the foreseeable future. We have cameras installed there and we’ve got a lot of digging to do, before anything exciting can happen,” reassures Sam.
“ ‘Exciting’?” mumbles Adrian.
“Come on Ade. It’s alright, I promise... Jeez, who knew you would such a mother hen?” she teases again.

Ade just exhales deeply down the phone. It’s clear he’d never be able to talk her down from anything to do with her job and he begrudgingly respects that since he is the same in that particular aspect.

“Speaking of exciting. Don’t forget to do your ‘homework’ tonight,” he states a grin in his voice. Sam groans low and long at his blasted reminder. Oh why did she agree to this? Now, she has to search porn on the internet....great. Just great.
“...Shut up. I’m not the only one with homework.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it is your turn for the date this week. And I have high hopes.”
Ade clears his throat before proceeding, “I assumed I would be your date this weekend.”
“I ‘assumed’ that as well Adrian,” she flatly states causing him to chuckle lightly.
“Your date as in, your accompaniment...to the Police Department’s Yearly Ball, remember?”
Sam growls in annoyance. How the fuck does he know about that?!

“How do you know about that?”
“The entire city knows about it, Sam. Or at least those in positions concerning the city’s politics and such.”
“Right,” states Sam. That would of course include Adrian, what with him being one of the most influential men in the city, the state and probably the US. “Well you see, the thing about the ball is...” Sam feigns a cough, “I think I may be coming down with some sort of virus.”

“...Even for you that was a terrible effort,” declares Ade.
“Ugh, I’m not going to that Ade and you can’t make me,” she whines at him with a pout.
Ade smirks to himself, “we’ll see,” he concludes.
“I’m not going,” restates Sam.
“Mmm-hmmm...right,” somewhat sarcastically retorts Adrian with amusement.
“Adrian, I’m n-”
“Alright, okay...You’ve stated that already,” he interrupts.
“Urgh! You are so annoying,” she gnarls.
“And you Princess are an absolute delight,” he again sarcastically counters.
“I hate you,” she empathetically expresses making him chuckle again.
“Goodnight sweetheart...sweat dreams.”
Before she can call him an a-hole, he hangs up meaning Sam has to curse at the inanimate object in her hand.

Crawling into bed, Sam pulls her laptop onto her lap, knowing that she can’t put this off any longer. Christ, she never thoughts she’d be searching porn on the internet. Unsurprisingly there are literally thousands of hits for the search. Clicking on the first link, she finds herself on a porn website. Confirming she’s over 18, she selects the first video that’s labelled S&M. It starts off with a naked curvy brunette strung up by her wrists to the high ceiling of the empty building. She totters on her heels, shifting her weight and tugging slightly on the rope. As a man approaches, she raises her head and that’s when Sam can see the ball wedged between her lips. Sam feels a spark of thrill coursing through her.

Holy hell...Gulping she watches as the man slowly stalks the woman, circling her and ever so lightly stroking his hand around her middle. The bare skin of Sam’s stomach breaks out in goose-bumps.  He speaks but all Sam hears are words that don’t quite register in her brain. Only the images are accounted for and her eyes stay transfixed to the screen as the man picks up a leather whip; the handle is thick with long thin strips of leather flowing from the end. Again, he says something to the woman before stepping backwards and raising the whip above him. With a flick of his wrist the tassels slice through the air and kiss the thick flesh of the woman’s ass.
Sam gasps lightly as her body freezes and she feels a clenching at her stomach. Understandably the woman cries out, her scream muffled only by her gag. Instead of stopping as the horrific act as Sam would have expected the man continues; the next blow only slightly weaker than the last, yet causing the woman to whimper in pain anyway.

Pausing the video, Sam takes a few deep breathes, her mind in dissonance as she realises that while she believes torture to be wrong, her body is actually getting turned on by the video of it.
Calming herself again, she presses play and watches as the man removes the gag off the woman.

This time as they’re talking Sam concentrates and that in turn settles her mind. Because much to her relief and disbelief, she hears the woman thanking the man and asking him to continue. He does so and although she carries on whimpering, panting and occasionally crying out; the woman unbelievably thanks the ‘Master’ and even requests for another lashing. With each lash, Sam’s heart skips a beat from its rapid tempo.

Then as the whippings stop, the man draws himself close to the woman again. His chest presses against her back, his hands coming between them to stroke his palms along the bright red flesh of her ass from the whips. He again asks if she’s okay and when she confirms she’s fine; his hand curls around her hips and slips into the junction of her legs. It’s quite ironic since both Sam and the Submissive are wet. The woman gasps as she feels the thick fingers of her Master’s slip into her. That one lust-filled gasp is enough for Sam to decide she can’t take it anymore.

She shuts the whole thing down within minutes, causing one part of her mind to sigh in relief while the other is groaning and protesting. As she places the laptop away and settles into bed, her body still feels extremely hot and bothered. Taking a deep breath, Sam tries to close her eyes and force her mind to shut down....but it’s no use. There’s one thing that both her mind and body want and they won’t settle down until they get it.
No, no, she tries to tell herself but God!-Her body’s as stubborn as her. Then to make things even better her mind starts to implant images of her in the same situation as the Submissive in the video-butt naked, arms tied above her head and gag filling her mouth. Suddenly her heart staccatos again and p*ssy starts juicing with wanton lust.

Shit, realises Sam with flaming cheeks that she’ll have to literally take things into her own hands. Her hands run down her neck and cup her bare breasts. Her n*pples instantly pebble against her palms and with hesitation; her index-finger circles the little bud. A short gasp escapes her lips and as she gently twists them, she emits a louder gasp which soon turns into a moan. While one hand softly cups and kneads a breast, the other flows down her stomach to the tops of her lace thong. She has a moment of hesitation where her mind is wondering whether she should be continuing this but when a shot of lust courses through her-her fingers boldly slips under the material.

She feels the soft trail of thin hairs trimmed perfectly into a strip and leading to the part of her writhing in desperation. Sam slowly exhales as she first touches her slick outer lips. Her middle finger glides between the two wet folds to allow her to feel the heat in the centre. It doesn’t take much to ease her finger in, not with the juices flowing from her. It’s hard for Sam to believe she could be this aroused and simply by imagining Ade doing things to her that she’d never thought she’d be responsive to. And God is she. Her eyes close and lips part as she lets her imagination take her away. Unconsciously her lust slowly builds as her finger gradually pumps in and out of her.

Moans and groans fill the room but after a while, Sam feels herself no closer to being able to climax. She wants to-she need to- yet as no matter how close she comes to the edge she just can’t fall. Cursing obscenities into the darkness, Sam sighs and slides her fingers out of herself. Tossing the sheets back, she trudges into the bathroom and turns on the cold water. Splashing her face with the water she desperately pleas for her body to calm down. But glancing in the mirror she can see her cheeks blushed red, her eyes sparkling with lust and lips moist from the times she’d ran her tongue over them. Fuck. There is no way she’s getting sleep, she groans. Still, she needs to try and with that in mind she crawls back into bed.

A couple of days later and Sam’s knowledge on S&M as well as BDSM lifestyle has grown tenfold. In fact, now, she feels herself warming up to the idea, her mind following with her body’s decision. That eager bitch had already decided it wants Adrian Carter whipping her, fucking her, and all other sorts of sinful acts. The case at work was progressing slowly so that wasn’t providing her with much of a distraction. Plus she was avoiding Hanna and Carmen since the yearly ball is this weekend and no doubt they’d grill her about her outfit (the one she doesn’t have). Coming home, she surprises even herself when she rings Adrian and asks him to come over so that she can discuss her ‘homework’ with him. He agrees to drop in that very evening and after a glass of wine, Sam waits for the man to turn up.

At half past 8, when Sam had managed to get through 3 glass of red, her beau knocks on her apartment door. Swinging it open she greets him and leads him to her lounge. As they sit on the couch Adrian is curious as to what she has to say.
“So...I did some research like you suggested,” she starts slowly.
“Yes and are you...interested in it?” he asks.
Sam’s cheeks flame as she remembers the sleepless nights she’s suffered because of her interest in it.
“Uh...well....yes,” she mumbles quickly taking a gulp of wine.

Ade feels the beginnings of a