Chapter 20

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam sashays over to the bed, her legs barely able to move in a straight line from excitement and anticipation. Somehow she manages to make it and with blushing cheeks hands the packet over to Adrian. 
Adrian just rips the packet open with his teeth and slides on the protection before