Chapter 14

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A/n Banner on the side by Anna! :*

Chapter 14

Sam gulps slightly, trying to calm her heart thundering pace. She’s only too glad they have an open bar for this event and as she sips the cool cocktail concoction the barman had recommended.

“Well look at you,” comes the punctuated words of a person Sam’s not all too fond of.
“Ugh, what now, Hanson? Don’t you have some poor, single woman drunk out of her mind to terrorise instead?” she groans swinging her body over to her right to give the cocky blonde a drop dead look.
He just retorts with a wide grin, “yep and she looks mighty sexy tonight.”
As his eyes rake her up and down, Sam can only roll her eyes and mentally shudder at the disgust rolling through her.
“Not interested Hanson.”
“Yeah, I saw. So...that’s how you managed to get yourself out of a lawsuit? Fúck your way out?”
Anger pulses through Sam at that but she reminds herself to reign in that fury before she makes a scene. In fact, the best thing would be to just remove herself from the situation. As she goes to leave, his arm holds her back.

“Oh come on now, Torres, no need to be so sensitive. It was only a joke.”
Sam shoots him a dirty look and tugs her arm back, “whatever. When are you going to learn Hanson, you’re not funny.”
“Sure I am, sweetness.-”
“Don’t ever call me ‘sweetness’.”
“Alright then beautiful. Now how about me and you go for a little spin on the dance floor?”
“How about no?”
“How about you stop being such a stuck up bítch?”
“Sure, ‘cause name-calling’s going to get you far,” snorts Sam.
As they continue bickering, Sam feels herself getting more and more frustrated with the man. Sam’s feels her patience about to snap so it’s a good thing that Adrian appears when he does.


“Sam, everything okay?” he gently asks hand wrapping around the wide curve of her hips.
She tilts her head up and smiles at the concern in his eyes, “yeah, everything’s fine. This is Officer Hanson. He’s...a colleague.”
“I see. Shall we dance?” he asks.
“Sure,” she sighs only too glad to have a break from Hanson and his annoying self. As they slowly waltz on the dance floor, Sam rests her cheek against his chest.

“So...I’m guessing you aren’t too fond of each other,” he insinuates referring to Hanson.
“He’s okay, just annoying...more so than you,” she teases inhaling the scent of his musky cologne and enjoying the feel of a man holding her. She closes her eyes, cherishing the moment. Up until about 10 years ago, she;d held dreams like these. Featuring some handsome, intelligent 'prince' saving her...Then she grew up-shook off the ridiculous notions and learned that she doesn't need a 'prince', not when she has herself.

“Ready to go?” Ade asks hearing the song end and her head still rested against his chest. The woman in his arms feeling like an angel. Is this how his brothers with their mates feel? This sense of warmth and happiness? Is this what it feels like to care about someone deeply?
“Yeah,” softly replies Sam pulling away from him. As the contact is broken, Ade shakes the thoughts from his head. Where the fúck was it going? This is just an arrangement and it’d be best he remembers that.



As they step outside the valet goes to bring around the car, Sam’s face contorts into a frown. He follows her eye-line to watch the co-worker of hers leant against a very ambiguous looking car talking to owner.
“I’ll be right back,” she mutters to him and before he can grasp her back, she strides over across the street into the alleyway. Ade murmurs curses under his breath as he rubs his chin and wonders whether he should follow her or not. She is directly in his line of view and it seems like she’s fine, so he decides to wait and just watch.

“Hanson? Everything okay?” she calls watching as her colleague pulls some guy out of the car and reads him his rights as he gets cuffed. Realising she’s there his gaze flickers to hers and she can see a steeliness in them that she’s never seen in him before; she guesses this must be his ‘on-duty’ persona, where he takes things seriously for once and isn’t fucking around.
“Yeah. Just caught this douchebag dealing cocaine, right outside a Hall filled with law enforcers, “ he tells her and then at the guy he exasperates, “you must be fucking stupid if you thought you’d get away with it.”
Sam switches her gaze to the bald, tattooed guy forced against the car, with an expression of stone on his hard face. He looks like the poster guy for high-security prison inmate and a part of Sam is relieved that she’s not the one who caught him, just so she doesn’t have to touch the creep.
“Oh...okay. You want me to take him in?” she offers only getting a smirk in amusement.
“And you have you take all the credit?” he retorts but when she rolls her eyes and goes to disagree, he just jerks his towards the Hall and says, “nah, it’s alright. You just get yourself home safely.”
She blinks in shock at his chivalrous words having not expected them, “um, alright then. See you tomorrow. Bye.”


“What was all that about?” asks Ade as she slides into the car.
“Some a-hole who thought it’d be a good idea to deal coke right outside the Town Hall filled with police officers,” snorts Sam and Ade grins as he hears her language.
For a few hours there, he’d been convinced he was with one of his usual high-class ladies not...Sam. Before meeting her he would have never thought to engage in such women but now meeting her it’s quite refreshing to hear her speak her mind and not feel the need to always be polite and courteous.  

“Well, I don’t remember inviting you in, Mr Carter,” coyly murmurs Sam as she spins around with hearing the door shut behind Adrian.
Ade raises his eyebrows and darts his hand out to her waist. Snagging her towards him, she drops her purse and a gasp leaves her lips.
“Ade...” she whispers in slight confusion.
“Did you think I’d forget?” he asks her. Sam’s still unsure for a minute before her eyes light up as she remembers-punishment.
“Can-can we not do it...tomorrow?” she nervously asks, gulping. A part of her is terrified as to what’s about to come but another part of her is crazy excited. Adrian spins them around and pushes her firmly back against the door.
“Tomorrow? No, not tomorrow- now. Right now,” whispers Adrian, his hands trailing down her smooth back causing her breath to hitch. They cup her ass and slam her hips forwards into his. She bits her lip to stop another gasp spilling from them as she feels the hardness of díck against her lower abdomen. It’s enough to get her pulse going and her core wetting.

One hand leaves her ass and comes to grasp behind her neck to hold her steady while he ferociously kisses her. Some of the sexual frustration he’s been feeling is induced into the kiss and he shows her this by the rough tangle between their tongues. As he breaks off, she’s left wide eyed and panting. A look that has him wanting to hike up her dress and just fuck her already-but that would be a reward not a punishment.

“Turn around, hips out, hands against the door,” he orders her curtly. As keeps blinking at him, his expression drops into one of seriousness.
“Now, Sam,” he hisses lowly stepping back to give her the room to do so. She slowly turns, placing her hands against the door and wondering what on earth is going on. Her mind is still dazzled from his kiss and all common sense seems to have fled the area.
“I said...hips out, Princess. When I give you an instruction, I expect it carried out,” he reprimands her, placing his hands on her hips and dragging them out.
“S-Sorry,” she stutters, as her feet stumble backwards.
Ade adjusts her so her hands are stretched with palms flat against the door, her head is hung low, her back straight and her beautiful ass up in the air, in level with his díck. Oh how he’d love to just take her in this position also, but once again he has to restrain himself. Half of him wonders who he’s really punishing here-himself or her?

Sam waits for his next move wondering what on earth he’s going to do now. As she feels his hands grip at her dress, she’s still in confusion, that is until she feels the lace ends trailing up her legs.

“Ade-” she squeals about to stand upright when one of his hands firmly press against her lower back, instructing her to stay in position.
“I didn’t say you could move. In fact, you are not to move from this position until I say so,” he states, eyes completely focused on the thick, tanned legs coming into view. As he keeps raising the material up, the stretched globes of a tight, plump ass come into his eye-line making his díck impossibly hard. With the material falling above her ass, he finally realises that he can’t see any panties.
“Sam...legs hip width apart, now,” he orders, stunning himself when his voice doesn't croak with lust.
“Adrian-”
“I said now,” he sternly reminds her causing her to sigh shortly and slowly shuffle her legs apart. Her eyes are closed and her bottom lip gets suckled into her mouth as she feels his heated gaze against her wet pússy. Even she can feel the juices trail down her upper thighs and all from his dominating commands. 
Her cheeks blush in embarrassment at that but another part of her is thrilled at what’s going on and what’s about to come.


Ade’s finger lightly trails up the path of a tiny bead of her juices all the way to its origin. He ghosts his finger over the pink, puffy mound, desperately wanting to indulge himself in those juices but not yet. Trailing to the very end of the soaking slit, he removes his finger and traces his palms over the perfectly rounded flesh of her ass.
“Ever been spanked, sweetheart?” he softly asks. Sam’s heart nearly jumps out of her chest at his question. Oh God...she finds herself thinking....he’s not actually-he wouldn’t-Oh God...
“Sam, I won’t ask again,” he growls, blunt fingernails digging into her flesh.
“No...no, Ade...please, be...gentle,” she pleads voice trailing into a whisper.
“I would but this is punishment baby and besides...you don’t really want me to be gentle, do you?” he asks darkly.
Sam gulps...no, she really doesn’t want him to be gentle, she wants him to be rough and harsh and put her in her place.

“Count.”

With that single syllable, his body shifts to her side and palm rises up to come straight down onto her ass. The heat flares up her palm the same time it flares through Sam’s body.
As it registers in her mind she cringes and cries, “motherfu-” right before she bites it back.

“I don’t care what you cry as long as that ass remains there, got it?”
Sam nods but of course he can’t see that.
As another slap comes at her other cheek, she forces herself not to cry out, feeling the heat flaring through her. Suddenly the heat blazes through to her pússy and stimulates more juices to flow through her as her lower abdomen clenches.
“Speak, I can’t hear nods,” he tells her.
“Yes!” she calls hissing between her teeth when she feels another sting and from his slap.

“That’s 3 counts, you’ve missed, Princess. You should be glad I’m feeling generous tonight and not making you start all the way from 1 again,” he says making her internally curse and then sigh in relief.
Rubbing the warm flesh with his palm, he bends over her and shifts her hair to place his lips near her ear, only to whisper, “what do you say, sweetheart?”
“...Thank-you Ade,” she murmurs a slight tremble in her voice from wanting more. She bites her lip to cease from begging him to continue, but it seems Adrian doesn’t need her to voice that as he slides off her body and another slap comes down onto her ass.
“4!” she gasps hips rocking at the force of it. As they still, she tenses for another spank and as it crashes down on her opposite cheek she cries out the number 5.


As the spanking continues, she manages not to miss a single number onwards, no matter how shaky and breathless the number may be. Her fists are clenched and her head hangs low as she tries so desperately to calm her thundering heart.

“10!” she cries feeling the sting accompanied as always by her body sucking in that pain and turning it into some form of dark pleasure. The same kind of pleasure that is making her mind melt with hot need. This new-found need for release is far stronger and more powerful than any she’s ever had before. Truthfully it scares her a little but it also arouses her in ways she hadn’t thought possible and something in her tells her it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Ade rubs one hand up her inner thigh, his hand dampening with her aroused juices. He’s in disbelief as to how much she’s enjoying the punishment-the pain. He hadn’t expected her to. Yes, enjoy some dark sensual acts, that’s a given considering she’s his mate, but not enjoy it to this extent. She’s a little pain slut, he notes in glee. Maybe not to the extremities he’s seen in some women but to a limited length, she does get off on the pain even without the stimulation-well, the stimulation only being the sensual situation. He delivers another lash to the muscle watching in awe as the tanned skin reddens with his hand print.

“11,” pants Sam, clenching her thighs and ass to reduce that sting. As soon as she relaxes her ass, she receives another and this time, she knows that she can’t go on for much longer. Not when she’s on the verge of climax and her ass feels like it’s on fire.
“12!...Ade, please...I can’t...no more, please,” she pleads.

Adrian feels his heart softening from her begging. Honestly, he had only planned on giving her 10 spanks but when he saw the effect they were having on her and her seeming resilience to them, he had to continue. Now that she’s begging him to stop, he feels knows he can’t stop now-not when it’s just turning into her punishment.

“Is it starting to hurt?” he gently asks.
“Yes.”
“Good. It’s a punishment-it’s meant to hurt. You’ve been enjoying it so far, it’s only now we’re getting to your penance,” he explains, another blow at her cheek. He sees her legs wobble as she almost gives way, but with a hand around her midriff, he steadies her back onto her feet.
“13,” she gasps feeling her legs starting to turn to jelly and her ass becoming numb.

He can see the muscles at the tops of her thighs starting to quiver from the exertion and everything about her seems to indicate she’s at her peak and if he pushes too hard, she’ll collapse and that would not be good-especially for a rookie. One more then, he decides, just to even it out.
With that, he raises his warm palm and gives her one final, harsh spanking to her beautiful and now red bottom.
“14!” cries Sam, gasping in shock at the harshest blow yet. She feels his hard díck between her legs, her ass tingling from the fading sting.

Adrian leans down, his lips giving her a soft kiss in the centre of her back as his hand wraps under the material of her dress across her bare hips.
“You may stand now, Princess,” he softly informs her, allowing her to straighten her back against his chest and rest her head back onto his shoulder.
“Good girl...You did well for your first time,” he praises her, planting sweet kisses against the junction of her shoulder and neck.
“But then again, only you would start with punishment,” he chuckles gently, his other hand latching over her clothed midriff. Sam lowly moans, her ass stinging as she feels the material of the dress pressed against it by Adrian’s body. She’s well aware of the front portion of her dress, bunched up and held by one of his arms.

Adrian’s hand winds down to cup her hot, throbbing pússy, he squeezes as he murmurs in her ear, “this is mine-” Sam moans at the feel of his large hand over her soaking cúnt and tries to listen as he continues.
“-Now that you’ve agreed to BDSM, I control your sexual activities. You are only allowed to orgasm when I say you can. So don’t even think about taking matters into your own hands, because I will find out and when I find out...I’ll make this punishment feel like a fucking walk in the park. Do you understand?”
Sam’s heart just like her pússy throbs at his words. He sounds so fucking hot that her mind is seriously contemplating just lying down and letting him use or abuse her as he pleases.
“Sam! Focus. Do you understand?” He repeats-something he’s had to do a lot with her. Like most of the newbies, Sam’s mind is no doubt wrapped in the new sensations that she’s not focusing on listening to him as her Master.
“Yes...Yes, I understand,” she spouts.
“Excellent...” he smiles, removing his hand from her and allowing the dress to fall back down.

She crumbles against him as he sweeps her into his arms. Making his way to her bedroom, he lays her down as she gazes at him with confusion.
“What’s going on?”
“Do you have any moisturiser?” he asks softly ignoring her questions.
“Um, yeah sure, but for what?”
“Where is it?”
“...There on the table. The Nivea,” she points to the white bottle with the blue cap and watches him grab it and return.
“Lie on your front,” he insists waiting patiently as she hesitantly shifts to do so. Surely he’s punished her enough. She cringes, her body tensing as he hitches her dress to above her poor sore ass again. But when a cool liquid hits the searing hot surface, Sam has to gasp in relief. As the same large hands that had caused the pain ease it away, Sam’s left sighing silently into the dark room.

As his hands slow down she knows that it’s probably time to call it a night. When he does get up to replace the cream, she sits up, smiling at him as he places himself next to her.
“Thank-you,” she whispers leaning against him as his arm winds around her.
 “For what? The punishment or the after-care?”
“..Both.”
“Good, because you deserved both. Now, are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah, thanks again Ade. I hate to admit it, but...you were right. Tonight was fun,” she mumbles waiting for some smug comment but she’s surprised when it doesn’t arrive, instead, he gently whispers a goodnight and kisses her forehead.

Hearing the front door click shut, she flops back onto the bed, a wide grin breaking over her face as relieves the tender man that held her a few moments ago. 

A/n Hope you guys liked. This is unedited like all my works, so please don't be commenting with corrections. I will get to editing it later on but leaving corrections doesn't help me as of right now. 

Next update: 21st or 22nd or 23rd March. 


 


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