Chapter 7 Sam #3
Sam’s breath caught as she read the message. She scrambled off the bed, grabbing her hoodie as she made her way to the front door. The cool night air hit her as she stepped outside, her eyes immediately finding Roz leaning against her car under the faint glow of the streetlamp.
Roz looked up, her eyes meeting Sam’s. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between them.
“You didn’t have to come,” Sam said finally, her voice quiet.
Roz pushed off the car, walking toward her with measured steps. “You said you needed me,” she replied simply, her tone soft but steady.
Sam exhaled, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I did. I do.”
Roz stopped in front of her, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Sam’s face. “Then stop pushing me away,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sam’s chest tightened, the vulnerability in Roz’s eyes cutting through her like a blade. “I’m not trying to push you away,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “I’m just…scared of losing you.”
Roz’s hand lingered on Sam’s cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against her skin. “You’re not going to lose me,” she said, her tone firm but gentle. “But you have to trust me.”
Sam nodded, leaning into Roz’s touch as her eyes fluttered shut. “I do,” she whispered. “I just don’t know how much longer I can keep hiding.”
Roz let out a soft sigh, her forehead resting against Sam’s. “Neither do I,” she admitted. “But I want to try. For you.”
Sam opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Roz’s. In that moment, the frustration and doubt melted away, leaving only the connection between them. Without another word, Sam leaned in, her lips capturing Roz’s in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and tender.
The low hum of the city filtered into Sam’s apartment, blending with the soft sound of Roz’s voice as she stood in the living room, her presence commanding even in the stillness of the night.
Roz had entered with a quiet confidence, her striking pink hair catching the dim light as she removed her coat and folded it neatly over the back of a chair.
Sam watched her, feeling her pulse quicken under Roz’s steady, knowing gaze.
“Come here,” Roz said softly, her voice calm but leaving no room for hesitation.
Sam stepped forward, her bare feet padding lightly against the floor as she approached Roz. Her chest tightened with anticipation, and the air between them felt electric, charged with the tension that had been building for weeks.
Roz tilted her head, her green eyes sharp yet warm. “You’ve been restless,” she murmured, her tone gentle but probing. “Let me take care of you.”
Sam nodded, unable to find words. Roz’s hand reached out, her fingers brushing along Sam’s cheek, and Sam felt her breath hitch. Roz smiled faintly, a quiet authority in the curve of her lips.
“Good girl,” Roz said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sit at my feet.”
Sam lowered herself slowly, her knees pressing into the soft rug beneath her. She tilted her head up to meet Roz’s gaze, her heart racing as Roz’s hands rested lightly on the armrests of the chair, her presence completely consuming.
“Kiss them,” Roz instructed, her tone soft but firm.
Sam leaned forward, her lips brushing against Roz’s bare feet. The act felt intimate, grounding, and she let herself linger, pressing small kisses along the tops of Roz’s feet. When she glanced up, Roz was watching her with an intensity that made Sam’s cheeks flush.
“Look at me like that again,” Roz murmured, her fingers moving to stroke Sam’s hair. “That sweet, devoted look. I like that.”
Sam smiled, her heart swelling at Roz’s words. She continued her soft kisses, trailing up Roz’s ankles and then back down, her hands lightly gripping Roz’s legs as she leaned closer.
Roz chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “You’re so eager, aren’t you?” she said, her fingers threading through Sam’s hair, guiding her gently but firmly. “Let me see more of you. Take off everything except something pretty.”
Sam hesitated for only a moment, her breath catching as she stood and slipped out of her clothes, leaving on a pair of soft, pink lace panties. She moved back to her spot at Roz’s feet, her body warm and exposed, the vulnerability making her tremble slightly.
Roz’s eyes raked over her, and she leaned forward, her hand cupping Sam’s chin. “Perfect,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over Sam’s lips. “Now lean against my leg. Let me see you up close.”
Sam obeyed, her body pressing lightly against Roz’s leg as she rested her cheek there, her lips planting soft kisses along Roz’s knee.
Roz’s hand moved with deliberate slowness, guiding Sam to kiss her hand, her fingers, her wrist. Each kiss felt like a quiet submission, and Sam found herself sinking further into the moment.
Roz’s fingers trailed down Sam’s bare shoulders, tracing her collarbone and the curve of her arm. “You’re so soft,” Roz whispered, her voice low and filled with something possessive. “I want to touch all of you.”
Sam shivered as Roz’s fingers moved lower, brushing against the curve of her breasts before trailing back up to her neck. Roz tilted Sam’s chin upward, her green eyes locking onto Sam’s as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her nose.
The unexpected gesture made Sam laugh softly, her cheeks flushing. “That caught me off guard.”
Roz smirked, sitting back in the chair as her hands cupped Sam’s face. “I like surprising you,” she said. Her hands moved down, her nails tracing patterns over Sam’s shoulders, her back, her chest. Each touch was slow, deliberate, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“Turn around,” Roz instructed, her voice steady but firm.
Sam obeyed, shifting so her back pressed lightly against Roz’s legs. Roz’s hands moved to her shoulders, her thumbs finding the knots of tension between them. She began to knead gently at first, then with increasing pressure, working out the stress Sam hadn’t even realized she was holding.
Sam let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under Roz’s touch. “That feels amazing,” she murmured.
Roz leaned forward, her breath warm against Sam’s ear. “Good,” she said softly. “I want you to feel completely mine.”
Her hands moved to Sam’s throat, her fingers curling lightly around it as her other hand continued massaging. The dual sensation made Sam shudder, her breath hitching as Roz’s grip tightened slightly, asserting control without ever making her feel unsafe.
Roz’s legs wrapped around Sam’s waist, pulling her back further against her. “Look at me,” Roz whispered, her eyes burning with intent. “Spread your knees for me.”
Sam’s cheeks flushed as she obeyed, her knees parting slowly, exposing herself to Roz’s gaze. Roz’s hand on her throat gave a gentle squeeze, a reminder of the control she wielded, as her other hand traced down Sam’s body, lingering just above the waistband of her panties.
“Touch yourself,” Roz directed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Sam’s hand slid down, her fingers dipping beneath the lace as Roz’s hands moved to her breasts, teasing and circling her nipples. Each touch was deliberate, Roz’s control over her body absolute. Sam’s moans filled the room, soft and needy, as she lost herself to Roz’s touch and direction.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Roz murmured, her voice low and reverent. “Completely mine. Let me see everything, Sam.”
Sam arched into Roz’s touch, her body trembling as Roz continued to guide her, each movement calculated to keep her on edge, to remind her exactly who was in control.
Sam’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling under Roz’s unrelenting control.
She knelt between Roz’s thighs, her knees pressed firmly into the soft rug beneath her, Roz’s legs wrapped securely around her waist. The lace of her panties clung to her damp skin, a visible testament to how deeply Roz had already unraveled her.
Roz’s fingers trailed slowly down Sam’s back, the soft touch contrasting with the firm grip of her other hand on Sam’s throat. Each movement was deliberate, calculated, as though Roz was mapping every inch of Sam’s body, memorizing how she responded.
“Good girl,” Roz murmured, her voice smooth, steady, and laced with quiet authority. Her thumb brushed gently along Sam’s pulse point, feeling the frantic beat of her heart. “You’re so beautiful when you let go.”
Sam tilted her head back slightly, her gaze locking onto Roz’s. The intensity in Roz’s green eyes sent a shiver down Sam’s spine, and she felt herself sink further into the moment, surrendering completely to Roz’s command.
“Spread wider,” Roz instructed, her tone soft but firm.
Sam obeyed without hesitation, her knees sliding further apart. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but the way Roz looked at her, like she was the most exquisite thing Roz had ever seen, made her pulse race with both nerves and desire.
“Good,” Roz said, her lips curving into a faint smile. Her hands moved to Sam’s shoulders, her nails trailing lightly down her arms, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. “Keep touching yourself for me.”
Sam’s breath hitched, her hand trembling slightly as her fingers found the heat between her thighs, and she let out a soft moan as she slipped her fingers inside herself, her eyes fluttering shut.
“No,” Roz said sharply, her voice cutting through the haze like a whip. “Eyes on me.”
Sam’s eyes snapped open, meeting Roz’s gaze. The command in Roz’s voice sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she felt her body respond instinctively, her fingers moving against herself as Roz had directed.
Roz leaned forward slightly, her hands moving to Sam’s chest. Her fingers brushed over Sam’s nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate circles. Sam moaned again, her body arching into Roz’s touch, the sensation of Roz’s hands combined with her own overwhelming her senses.
“Look at you,” Roz murmured, her tone a mix of admiration and possession. “So desperate, so needy. Do you feel how completely mine you are?”
“Yes,” Sam gasped, her voice trembling. “I’m yours.”
Roz’s smile deepened, satisfaction flickering in her eyes. She leaned back slightly, one hand sliding down to grip Sam’s hip while the other continued to tease her breasts. “Keep going,” she said softly. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Sam obeyed, her fingers moving faster, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. Roz’s hand tightened on her hip, grounding her, and Sam felt her entire body trembling as the sensations built to an almost unbearable peak.
“Slow down,” Roz commanded suddenly, her hand gripping Sam’s wrist to still her movements. “Not yet.”
Sam let out a frustrated whimper, her body aching for release, but she obeyed, her fingers stilling as she fought to steady her breathing. Roz’s hand moved from her hip to her throat, tilting Sam’s head back so their eyes met.
“You’ll wait until I say,” Roz said, her voice low and commanding. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Sam whispered, her voice shaking. “I’ll wait.”
Roz’s grip on her throat loosened slightly, her thumb brushing along Sam’s jaw in a rare moment of softness. “Good girl,” she murmured, her tone softer now, but no less authoritative.
The moment stretched between them, the tension thick and electric.
Roz’s hand slid back down Sam’s body, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along her skin.
Sam’s body trembled under Roz’s touch, every nerve ending on fire as she waited for Roz to give her the command she so desperately craved.
“Now,” Roz said finally, her voice a low purr. “Let go.”
Sam’s fingers moved again, and this time, Roz’s hands didn’t stop her. Roz’s eyes never left Sam’s, her gaze steady and piercing as Sam’s body arched, her breath catching in her throat. The release was intense, shattering, and Sam let out a moan that echoed through the quiet room.
Roz’s hands caught her as she trembled, pulling her close, cradling her gently. “That’s it,” Roz murmured, her lips brushing against Sam’s temple. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
Sam collapsed against Roz, her body spent, her breaths coming in shallow pants. Roz’s arms wrapped securely around her, holding her close as she pressed soft kisses along Sam’s hairline.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Sam let herself completely relax, her body and mind at peace in Roz’s embrace. She had no thoughts, no doubts, just the steady rhythm of Roz’s heartbeat beneath her ear and the warmth of Roz’s touch anchoring her to the moment.
“You’re so good for me,” Roz whispered, her voice soft and filled with quiet affection. “My perfect, obedient girl.”
Sam smiled faintly, her eyes fluttering shut as she let Roz’s words wash over her. In Roz’s arms, she felt safe, cherished, and completely hers.