Chapter 14

Almost a week had passed now, it was yet again Friday. During the week at work both Azrael and Samaira were mainly busy with their jobs though they went out for lunch if she wasn’t out with Paisley and the others, in the eye of the public they held a very strong image, even their friends would slowly begin to believe it. Speaking of their friends they all came over for dinner yet again on Wednesday night and tonight they all made plans to go to the club and hopefully get wasted.

Azrael and Samaira only grew closer to each other and slightly sweeter now, he didn’t just call her those sweet nicknames when they were in front of others but also when it was just those two and Samaira would be lying if she said it didn’t make her feel something deep down. It was only a week, but he was such an incredible guy and they had great chemistry. Samaira had avoided thinking of their kiss until she somehow managed to daydream about Azrael and remembered it, relived it even… She let out a sigh and shook her head, Akira noticed and stopping jogging as fast as she was going and signaled for Samaira to slow down then walked them to one of the benches under the shadows of a tree.

“Is everything ok?” Akira wondered, her dark eyes focused on her friend as she raised a brow at her, already knowing what her first answer would be.

“Yeah, of course,” Samaira forced her lips into a quick smile, but all her face radiated was worry, it was quite evident.

“The truth or are you not ready yet?” Akira asked, still respecting her privacy if she didn’t feel like talking about it yet.

“Fine, I lied,” The brunette sighed, knowing that when it came to Akira she could easily tell she was lying. That happens when they grew up together. “I got distracted by a thought,” She sighed, leaning over and tied her shoes, just now realizing the lace from one side had been untied.

“Oh ok, no worries,” Akira replied, patting her back then sipping some water from her bottle.

“I kissed Azrael- well, he kissed me, and I kissed him back,” Samaira told her awkwardly, feeling slightly guilty as she had waited way too long before telling her. Usually, they tell each other these things sooner.

“When did this happen, Sammy?” Akira’s mouth hung open a little, shocked by what she had been told. She could see the chemistry between them, but she could also see all of this collapsing badly due to the contract in play.

“Saturday, he was annoying me, and I ran after him, I might have tackled him into the pool and fell down in the process,” Samaira told it as it had happened, thinking back on that Saturday. Despite everything that had happened she still had a good time that day, she wasn’t sure whether the kiss had a part in that though...

“Oh, did you now? And he still kissed you?” Her friend asked, a little surprised, her thin brow still in an arch.

“The pool was quite deep, and he noticed then pulled me into him so I wouldn’t drown, I don’t know how but we managed to get close and kissed,” Samaira sighed, leaning back into the bench, her honey eyes on her friend as she then pouted.

“Aw that sounds so romantic,” Akira teased, nudging her gently which only earned her a glare from her friend who then mentioned, “It was also raining.”

“Even cuter,” She pinched Samaira’s cheeks, noticing her face was getting a slight tone of red, it was difficult to tell due to her brown complex.

“Akiraaa,” Samaira whined, hiding her face in the palms of her hands.

“I know, I know, just what did he say though? Did you like it?” She asked in a much more serious tone.

“He’s a great kisser but we both knew that shouldn’t have happened and we didn’t talk about it,” The brunette answered truthfully, unconsciously fidgeting with her hands.

“So what’s the issue? You wanted more?” Akira asked bluntly as if it was a casual thing.

“No, the fact that he’s ignoring to talk about it,” Samaira was quick to say, making a weird face at her friend then shook her head.

“It just feels so awkward whenever we get physically close to each other now. Everything else is perfectly fine,” She admitted. Each time they sat close to each other they looked at each other then moved inches away from each other and whatever fun conversation they once had was over with soon.

“I see… Well maybe you two should talk about it, wait till you both have a shot first to loosen up a little,” Akira suggested, standing up and stretching her leg a little.

“I’ll see. If we get privacy tonight I’ll bring it up,” She whispered and bit down on her lower lip, getting lost in her trail of thoughts.

“I recommend you do,” Akira mumbled. She then went silent as she kept thinking of the thing that bothered her a little though she wasn’t able to talk about it with Emma and it was just now she had some privacy with Samaira, she just hoped she wouldn’t get offended.

“Hey, what do you think of Azri’s friends?” Akira brought up, blurting out the question without having a second chance to think this was true.

“They are actually quite kind,” Samaira frowned, a little confused by the question. “Though I haven’t gotten a proper chance to be alone with Hailey and hang out with her, y'know,” She added, shrugging.

“Mhm, she was too busy with college to meet up for lunch with us,” Akira mumbled, thinking of the Wednesday lunch all the girls had together.

“I’m honestly not surprised,” The brunette shrugged, knowing what they went through, it wasn't that long ago she finally graduated. “Somehow Rae managed to carve out some free time for us though,” She mumbled.

“Mhm,” Akira hummed, then bit down on her lip. She finally took the chance and asked the real question she had stuck on her mind, “Hey, what do you think of Blake?”

“Uh, I think he’s a chill guy, why?” Samaira asked, knowing something was going on. Akira would never talk about this if there wasn’t.

“Emma is taking a huge interest in him, she even saved his contact with an emoji,” Akira ranted, letting out a loud fish, finally getting this off of her chest.

“And she only does that for special people,” Samaira answered the last part, already knowing what Akira would’ve said. “Wait- you went through her phone?” She then glared at her friend, realizing what she was just told.

“No, I’d never! I saw a message pop and noticed it when I passed her phone over to her,” Akira was quick to defend herself, assuring Samaira she would’ve never done something like that.

“Oh. Akira, green is not your color,” The brunette teased, a slight smirk on her face as she patted her friend's shoulder who then rolled her eyes. “I’m sure they’re just friends, Emma would never hurt you like that,” Samaira said in a much more serious tone, offering her a slight smile though now that she thought about it she did notice Blake and Emma were always so close whenever the two were together at the same location, but she also knew Emma and Akira and surely Akira was just worried for nothing.

“You’re probably right, I’m just overthinking it,” She muttered, scratching the back of her head. “Besides, he knows I’m her girlfriend,” Akira mentioned, assuring herself more rather than her friend.

“Remember how much you overthought asking her out?” Samaira brought up, laughing as she thought of the awkward encounter from years ago. Akira was quite known for overthinking things, especially a few years ago.

“In my defense, I wasn’t sure she was lesbian,” Akira defended herself, crossing her arms.

“Well she was bi and lucky for you I hooked you up,” Samaira smirked and poked her as she stood up and reached for her bottle of water.

“Yes, yes, I’m thankful for that,” Her friend smiled at her. “You were a great wing woman,” She complimented.

“You bet,” Samaira’s contagious laugh filled Akira’s ears causing her to laugh as well.

“Come on, we should get going and prepare some dinner then we have to get ready for the club,” Akira started to walk the path leading to their apartment.

“Emma mentioned she’d make us some wraps for dinner and fries,” The brunette remembered and got excited about the dinner, she knew she’d need it if they planned on heading to the club and getting drunk.

“Oh right,” Akira chuckled and turned around, jogging backward as she looked at Samaira and asked, “Oh can you do me a favor?”

“What’s up?” She raised a brow at her friend and was mostly making sure she wasn’t about to bump into anything.

“Can you keep our conversation a secret?” Akira stopped jogging and awaited her answer.

“Of course, obviously I expect the same from you,” She patted her shoulder and started jogging again.

“Bet. The last thing we need is for Azrael to grow a bigger ego.” Hearing the words come from Akira’s mouth made her groan as she already knew that was true.

“Come on, let's go home,” The brunette mumbled. The two jogged their way back to the apartment, the moment they arrived they could smell the chicken made for the wraps, hunger settled in their stomachs immediately and was made clear by a sound coming from their stomachs.

“Wow, you two must really be hungry,” Emma laughed, squirting some ketchup onto the sides of the plates.

“Probably greedy too,” Akira looked down at her exposed stomach due to wearing a sports bra and patted her stomach.

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” The blonde walked to the fridge and put away the condiments again.

“Need any help?” Samaira offered when she returned from her room after putting her socks in the hamper.

“Nope, I just finished up as you two walked through the door,” Emma replied, taking the three plates to the table all at once, showing off the serving skills she developed in college.

“Who were you on the phone with?” Akira wondered, refilling her bottle of water then went to sit down at the table.

“Oh my mom, she said hey to you both by the way,” The blonde replied to her girlfriend’s question then sat down too.

“Greet her for me next time ya’ll call,” Samaira mentioned, already dipping a fry into the ketchup.

“Will do for sure,” Emma reached for her glass of water.

“Babe, this is really good!” Akira complimented with a mouthful.

“I’m glad you like it?” She smiled then noticed she hadn't heard anything from her Samaira and looked over at the brunette, “What about you? I tried a different sauce for the chicken,” She informed her.

Samaira took another bite to be sure about her opinion then gave it to her, “It’s bomb, though I prefer the spicier one.”

“Not everyone’s bowels allow that sadly,” Emma pouted.

“Understandable, thanks for this meal though,” Samaira laughed.

“Don’t mention it,” Emma patted her back then mentioned, “Your boyfriend buys us much more than I ever made us.” This week alone Azrael ended up buying them dinner three times because it was on the way home from dropping Samaira after work.

“Very much true,” Akira mentioned, already halfway through her food.

Once the three girls had finished their dinner, Samaira offered to clean up the table and wash the dishes as she knew she took the least time to get ready between the three of them. Whilst she was scrubbing the plates clean she kept thinking of Azrael and how it was already the weekend, this meant she’d have to go over to his house again and sleep there again. Samaira worried something might happen, especially now that she felt attracted to him, she didn’t like to even admit that to herself because she knew just how messy this deal could get but she has now left no choice but to harbor whatever feelings she thinks she has for the man because she doubts he’d ever feel the same way and even if he did they’d take a huge risk on each other knowing that for the following year they /had/ to be together and only death could do their part.

Samaira ripped away from her thoughts and patted down her wet hands on the leggings she wore and walked over to her room, locking the door behind her. First things first were searching for an outfit. She immediately saw a plain wheat-colored thin-strapped crop top along with a long slit midi skirt. The skirt was of a silk-like material and in a peach color. She figured she’d pair the outfit with matching nude heels she had by the door.

Samaira’s lips formed a proud, proud for once she hadn’t struggled with an outfit and went to take a shower happily, washing and scrubbing away the sweat from her body. Samaira washed her hair too, when she stepped out of the shower the first thing she did was blow dry it, usually, she’d air dry it but due to time deficiency, she couldn’t afford that.

Once she was finished with her hair, deciding to let her curls loose for tonight she then went ahead and applied her lotions and such followed by wearing her chosen outfit and some light make-up, she was yet to learn about full glam looks but there was no rush on it as Akira would gladly do it for her. Samaira packed her purse in and grabbed her phone as she walked out her door. She looked down at her phone and noticed the group chat had received new notifications.

“Just to be sure: Tonight is still one right?” Hailey texted in the group.

“I think so, yeah,” Azrael replied.

“Of course,” Blake added.

“Why aren’t the others responding?” Hendro wondered about the last text sent which was about eight minutes ago.

“Oops, sorry we’re all rushing to get ready. See you guys soon though,” Samaira texted them back, and just as she pressed send her two friends came from their bedroom.

“All ready?” Akira asked, walking to the front door and looking through the closet they had there full of their shoes.

“Yes, ma’am,” Samaira smiled and picked out the nude heels she had in mind.

“Wow, you look sexy tonight, Sam,” Emma complimented her, loving the color combination of her outfit.

“I know right? She should ditch the sweatpants permanently,” Akira teased handing Emma the pair of boots she was looking for.

“Yeah, never gonna happen,” The brunette looked up from her shoes just to roll her eyes at the two. “Come on girlies, we should get going, they’re already thinking of us,” She stood up straight in the heels and unlocked their front door. The two others hummed and followed her down to Akira’s car.

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When the three arrived at the club, they made use of the paid parking spot and Samaira saw Azrael’s car and he honked at them. Samaira excused herself and went to Azrael, joining him in the car.

“Look at you trying to steal the spotlight,” His eyes focused on the brunette, taking in every little detail of her stunning outfit. It was perfect for her, even the colors looked amazing on her.

“I don’t even have to try, dear,” She winked at him, noticing he too was dressed up handsomely, nothing new though.

“Agreed,” He mumbled, getting lost in his thoughts as he stared into those chocolate pools, reaching carefully to tuck a strand of her hair out of her eyesight. His finger grazed over her skin gently, unknowingly the brunette leaned closer into his touch. She finally came back to her senses and broke their eye contact.

“So uh, where are the three others?” She asked, looking at the car parked across them.

“They’ll be sharing a ride so they’re probably waiting to get picked up,” Azrael replied, looking down at his phone for a moment.

“Wise,” She muttered, then remembered they hadn’t picked a designated driver between the two of them.

“Will you be drinking?” The brunette wondered.

“Maybe just one or two drinks, I’ll have to drive us home after all,” He shrugged.

“Sounds good, don’t get drunk,” She patted his shoulder and looked through the window.

“I’m a responsible driver, thank you very much,” Azrael poked her.

“Oh there they are,” Samaira saw the car stopping and the three stepping out, the car drove off immediately the moment those three stepped out. Azrael and Samaira exited their cars and walked over to them, Akira and Emma doing the same thing. They all greeted each other and made their way to the entrance.

The moment they got through the doors they walked to the bar and ordered their drinks, Azreal however decided to not order anything yet. Samaira looked over at Akira and Emma and noticed Blake was standing there with them. Hendro was busy talking with Azreal and Hailey stood next to her brother, her blue eyes shifting around. Samaira frowned when she saw a few flashes of white and looked over at Azrael whose attention also shifted over to the brunette.

“Uhm, is that the media?” Hailey frowned, looking around as several people were taking photos. They crossed the line the moment they started getting closer to Samaira and Azrael.

“Are you kidding me?” Azrael groaned.

“Can you be less recognizable?” The brunette mumbled; they hadn’t even been handed their drinks yet.

“Sorry sweety, he’s 6’3. He stands out a lot,” Hailey rested her hand on Samaira’s shoulder then squeezed it.

“Clearly,” Samaira mumbled.

“We should get going,” Azrael had an apologetic look on his face when he looked at Samaira, knowing just how excited she was for tonight.

“Should we come too?” Akira asked when she came over to them.

“No please stay and enjoy yourselves,” Samaira told them, feeling guilty they’d have to leave them by themselves.

“Are you sure?” Emma wondered.

“Of course I am,” She assured them.

“Come on then,” Azrael took Samaira’s hand, wanting to get out of the place before it became difficult. He hated when his friends too had to deal with this, he hated it for Samaira too, but he knew it was the price to pay if someone wanted to be with him. As they were stepping out of the place they were asked several questions, but Azrael had only responded to one. “Is it true she’s your girlfriend?”

“She might reconsider that if you people keep harassing us like this,” he said annoyed, luckily the guards by the door held some of them behind giving Samaira and Azrael the opportunity to get to the car. Azrael let out a sigh as he started the car.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” Azrael asked. There it was again, calling her a sweet name when they were all by themselves.

“I hate the media, man,” She complained and looked down at her skirt, adjusting it more to the side.

“I know, I hate them too, sadly that club isn’t too strict,” he said as he drove away, looking over at his passenger for a moment.

“Perhaps next time we should pick somewhere that offers more privacy,” Samaira suggested.

“We will, I know all the right places around here,” He assured her. “Next time I promise we’ll have our privacy,” He promised. Being around these areas for so long he learned which places were strict, plus he wasn’t the only person in this city that the media loved so there were special places that respected their privacy such as ‘Euphoria’ the place he met Samaira.

“Sounds good then,” Samaira mumbled and looked out the window.

“Mhm, now we head home again, I can make your cookies if you want,” He offered as a consolation prize.

“What I wanted was to get wasted,” She pouted, looking over at the man.

“What’s your favorite drink?” He wondered, figuring he could probably make it if it was simple.

“I really like the ‘fruity’ colorful ones,” Samaira answered.

“You know, we can still get wasted,” He suggested, a solution came to mind, and he smirked, proud of himself.

“It’s not the same when we have to do the mixing ourselves,” She judged and was still a little whiny from not getting it as she wanted.

“Oh, I’m not suggesting that,” Azrael pulled his phone at the red light and searched for something.

“Uh, then what are you suggesting?” Her brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what he was saying then.

“Check this page out,” He handed her his phone. “They sell alcoholic drinks but for on the go especially for those who like to get drunk but not at a club, they have fun mix boxes,” He explained as she looked through the website of the business, immediately falling in love with what she saw.

“Oh my god, they have a purple drink?” She smiled.

“We can stop by there and pick up some drinks then head home,” Azrael suggested with a smile on his face, happy she’d still get her way in some way.

“Oh, these will go perfect with your cookies,” Samaira smiled. The two then discussed which drinks they’d be ordering then placed their order so it would just pick up. They picked up their drinks and headed straight home. The moment they were through the door they made sure to lock up the house then put on some music and went to the kitchen. Samaira sat down on the barstool and watched as Azrael made his cookies for them.

“So, how are you liking the purple rain drink of yours?” Azrael asked as he prepared the cookie tray.

“It tastes very good actually, I like the sweet after taste,” Samaira answered truthfully and took another sip, watching as he rolled his sleeves up finally.

“Can I have a sip?” He wondered, looking over at her.

“Of course, here,” She leaned over to him, holding the drink out to him, and watched as he sipped through the silicon straw he had given her to use.

“Mhm, it’s actually good,” He admitted taking a second sip then pulled away. “Want some? It’s not as strong as you think,” He offered his dark and stormy drink.

“Sure,” She leaned over and sipped his drink, realizing he was right though it wasn’t her cup of tea. “It’s not bad, just not my taste,” She admitted.

“That’s ok,” He smiled and went on with his cookies. After the cookies were baked they went to the couch and sat down to enjoy the rest of their drinks together whilst watching some movie.

Some Mai Tai, gin and tonic, Mimosa and Daiquiris later the two were eased up and making too much fun of the characters on the screen along with making fun of each other.

“All this bullying of yours makes me think you actually like meee,” Azrael teased, sipping his drink very slowly now.

“What? That’s prepos- prostit-” She gasped then struggled to try to find the word she was looking for.

“Prosperous,” He attempted to correct her, looking as smug as ever.

“Uh I think I meant preposterous, genius,” Samaira went to kick him, but he caught her feet and trailed his hand up her calf as he rested it on the couch gently.

“Makes more sense,” He giggled a little. “Come on, admit it, you like me, and I don’t blame you,” He tapped her exposed thigh, looking into her eyes.

“As if!” She huffed and crossed her arms.

“Fine we’ll end the conversation, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like you,” Azrael admitted and crossed his arms too, looking away from the brunette.

It took her a moment to realize but when she heard what he said she gasped again, putting her hands over her mouth. It was almost as if those words had sobered her up. “Wait, you liked me?”

“Mhm,” He hummed as he took the last sip of his drink.

“Why?” She wondered, what did she even mean to him? She was just his way into getting the company signed over to him permanently.

Azrael sighed and scooted closer to her and reached over to tuck a strand of her curls behind her ear. “Why not? You’re smart, sweet sometimes and we see eye to eye on most things plus you’re like super hot,” He spoke as his eyes were locked with hers a sweet smile forming on his lips for a moment. His hand caressed her face delicately, the pad of his thumb feathering down her lips causing them to part as she got lost in those ocean pools. Samaira caressed the sides of his face then leaned over, closing her eyes. Their lips met and started a fiery moment of passion between the two, his hand moved to her nape, gently brushing over her skin right under her hairline, sending shivers down her spine and making her want more. Her hand rested on his shoulder, feeling his muscles under her touch. She moved to straddle him as she was pulled deeper into the kiss, she felt his large hands moving down her sides and settled on her hips, holding her firmly as they kissed. She pulled away, needing to breathe, and looked down at him, noticing his pink swollen lips. She did that…

“You should stop kissing me,” She mumbled, her eyes still focused on his lips, not daring to look in his eyes as she knew she had very little control.

“Why? You’re the one who kissed me first,” He reminded her, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“Because if you keep doing that I can’t help to stop myself from falling for you,” She muttered, looking at him.

“Would that be a bad thing?” He asked, trailing his hand to the button of her skirt as the other hand trailed down her thigh, spreading warmth over her skin. His eyes were focused on hers, waiting to hear her answer and hoped it would be what he wanted. What he wanted was more of this, whatever they had gone previously.

She didn’t know what hit her but that spark he made her feel once turned into an uncontrollable flame, she needed him again and she knew damn well he felt the same way. “Maybe it won’t,” She whispered. The moment those words had left her mouth she felt his soft lips on hers again, he wrapped his arm around her and moved her to lay under him. Azrael started kissing down her throat, sucking at her skin, electing moans from her. Her hands moved through his dark tresses immediately, tugging at his hair.

He moved to her ear and whispered, “Patience, sweetheart.” He sucked on her earlobe making her breath hitch, eager for more. “Damnit, Azrael,” She looked over at him when he pulled away from her body. He hadn’t said anything, he just had a smug look on his face as his hand toyed with the strap of her top before he lowered them down, exposing her bare breast. Something he learned very quickly from Samaira was that she didn’t love bras and he wasn’t exactly one to complain about that. Samaira sucked in the air slowly, watching as lust settled in his eyes the moment the top came down. The cold air made her nipple erect but his hand soon settled over one of them, spreading warmth all over. His eyes trailed back up to hers and gave her the sweetest, genuine smile on his lips.

Samaira looked down at his hand as it made its way down to the three buttons of her skirt, it was the only thing holding it together. Their eyes met again, his seeking approval of hers which she gave him with a nod and soon the skirt and the pantie she wore were tossed to the side. He leaned down, Samaira moving her hands up his arms.

Azrael captured her sweet lips between his again for a searing but quick kiss as he soon started trailing his way down again, pressing quick kisses down her jawline and the side of her neck. He pressed open kisses down the valley of her breast and groped her breast one side, Samaira moved her fingers through his hair, holding it back a little, and moaned out his name when she felt his warm tongue flicking over her nipple. His finger toyed with the other, tweaking and rolling it between his fingers causing her to moan. Azrael pulled away from her breast making a popping sound and went to the other side, grazing his teeth over her sensitive bud causing her to bite down on her lip and tried to move her body closer up to his but he rested his hand on her abdomen firmly, pressing her back down into the couch.

“Azrael, I need more,” She whispered, rubbing between his nape and the skin under her hairline.

“More?” He looked over at her and got a slight nod, he could tell she was getting shy now. He smirked, “Well, your wish is my command.” He moved his hand to rest around her throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure and tugged her forward and heard a soft moan escaping her lips, her cheeks heated up a bit, she was enjoying this a little more than she’d like to admit then again she had dreamed of being handled the way he did but never got the chance until she slept with him.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours for me, slut,” He patted her cheek, staring deep into her eyes, watching as it was filled with arousal.

“I’m not slut,” She muttered, narrowing her eyes on the man. She could tell behind the whole playful man there was a dominant bastard and she intended on bringing that man out tonight.

“Oh but you are tonight, you’re my little cum slut, understood?” He laughed, stroking her face and watched her closely. “You will listen to me. Step out of line and I’ll have no choice but to punish you. If you listen to me I’ll make sure you have yet another unforgettable night,” Samaira listened to the man who hovered above her, watching as a strand of his hair dangled over his face carefully. “Do you consent?” He asked in a much more serious tone.

“I have a question, what exactly is stepping out of line for you?” She raised a brow at him.

“Not listening to me, talking back, coming without permission, and don’t you dare be bratty,” He answered as his hand traced its way up her body.

“I consent,” She answered, eager to get this night started.

“Good, now open that mouth of yours,” He ordered again, a smirk crept up on her lips as she got an idea. She slowly opened her mouth, letting his two fingers slip in her mouth, and sucked on it gently before biting down on his fingers causing him to wince then glare at her, “You bitch.”

A smirk formed on his lips, his hand sliding up to her hair, “You must think I was kidding about the punishment part,” He tugged her by her hair causing her to whimper. “I’ve been dying to tan that sweet ass of yours,” He rubbed her ass. “Finally you’ve given me the chance to do so,” He trailed his hand up her thigh. Samaira looked down at his hand and noticed just how big it was, fuck it would hurt.

“Lay across my lap. We’ll start with ten this time. If I have to force you over my lap it will double,” Azrael said, watching as she laid across his lap immediately and chuckled to himself.

“I expect you to count loud and clear and when we’re finished you thank me like the good slut you are,” he said as he rubbed her ass cheeks, watching her closely.

“What happens if I don’t count?” She looked over at him, watching as his lips curled into a smirk at her questions, clearly, she wouldn’t like the answer. She hadn’t exactly done something like this before, her previous lovers were all the same and into your typical vanilla stuff. But Azrael, she knew he was different, their last time spent together proved just that and tonight wouldn’t be any different, she just hadn’t ever thought she’d be enjoying this as much as she was.

“We keep going till you start counting and when you start you best start at one,” He shrugged and squeezed her left cheek. “Understood?”

Samaira nodded to his question. “Words, Samaira, use your words,” He ordered. “Yes, Azrael,” She answered, avoiding looking into his eyes. “Hm, no I think this would be better if you called me sir,” His hand trailed up the middle of her back, his fingers ghosting over her skin making her breath hitch and the hairs on her neck stand.

“Understood?” He asked again, this time Samaira answered quickly, wanting to get started already. “Yes, sir,” She answered, making the man smirk proudly.

Azrael didn’t wait for another second and gave her the first spank. For a moment Samaira had forgotten she needed to count then quickly called out the first number. “That’s what I thought,” he said as he continued to spank her, and she of course continued to count. “See baby, this is what happens when you don’t listen. You should know punishment varies, sometimes it may be spanking, time-outs, orgasm denial, it just differs. Whatever fits. But one thing is sure, you’d love the treat so think wisely before acting out,” He spoke as Samaira gripped the couch, counting loud and clear still and tried to bite back her moans and cries, not wanting to give him too much satisfaction, she wanted to see how far he’d go. One thing was sure, he knew just how to get a reaction from her. He rubbed her right cheek, soothing it and just then he squeezed it causing her to whimper.

“I’ll have to admit, I thought it would be harder to get your submission. Then again you are my desperate slut, aren’t you?” He spoke through the spanking. “Answer me,” His large hand came to her reddened ass, harder this time causing her to yelp. “Yes, yes, sir, I’m a desperate slut,” She answered in between the spanks, just now realizing she was finally at ten and said it out loud.

“Good girl,” His fingers trailed down her body, ghosting over her stinging ass, her body tensed under his touch for a moment, unsure what he’d do next. “What do you say, angel?” Azrael helped her to straddle him, resting his hands on her hips, and looked over at her. “Thank you, sir,” Samaira thanked him, not daring to not say it as she didn’t want yet another spanking. Her ass was red and aching.

“Such a beauty,” He whispered, tracing her jawline with his finger as his gaze slowly dropped from her eyes down to her breast and further down. “Tell me what you want, Samaira,” He asked of her, one hand moving between her thighs and rubbing lazily between her folds, his other hand rested on her hip to offer her some stability.

“Azrael-” She was about to say but could feel her body getting worked up as he started rubbing at a slightly faster pace, she grew needy for him, for him to let her cum. “Answer me, Samaira,” He gripped her hips tighter then pulled her closer to him, his fingers dipping between her folds slowly.

“I want you to fuck me,” She answered, slightly stuttering.

“Using what, sweetheart?” He asked casually, his finger moving from her entrance up to her clit and rubbed slow circles. Samaira wanted to answer him but got shy and looked away from his eyes. “Look me in the eyes and don’t you dare get all shy now,” Azrael’s blue eyes sought for her brown ones, smiling at her. It was funny to see her like this, normally she’d be fierce and leading.

“Y-Your fingers- tongue and cock, sir,” Samaira answered, closing her eyes then moaning his name as his finger worked her clit faster, having her completely under his control.

“And what do you say?” Azrael looked at her, watching as her face changed, her mouth hung open a little, her hands gripping his shoulder tighter, he could tell she was close.

Samaira’s mind was all over the place, barely able to think but knew what he wanted. “Please sir,” She moaned, slipping her fingers through his hair he reached over and licked over her nipple, having her ache for more of him.

“Do you need it desperately?” His fingers moved faster around her sensitive bud, bringing her nothing but pure pleasure from just his fingertips alone. She looked down at him, her eyes fluttering a bit, did he want her to beg? She never saw herself doing that up until now when she wanted her release so badly.

“Yes sir, I need to come so badly and only you can give me that,” She pleaded, using her sweetest tone as she then felt the knot in her stomach tightening, even more, her fingers gripping his hair and shoulder tighter, letting him know just how far she was.

“Damn straight, you’re all mine for a full year,” He moved his hand from her hip to her throat, wrapping it around her soft skin delicately before pulling her over, making her moan softly. “Sir, please, I’m close,” She closed her eyes, trying to hold back from coming until he’d permit it, but he was abusing her clit in a way she couldn’t control herself much.

“Look me in the eye, Samaira, I wanna see your pretty face as you come,” Azrael’s hand around her throat tightened. She opened her eyes immediately, looking into the eyes of a man who had her in a state no one ever managed to get her, desperate.

“You may come now,” Just as the words left his lips her walls tightened, and the knot in her stomach burst, an erotic sound escaping her lips, her nails digging into his skin and left their very own marks on his skin. Before Azrael got a chance to say anything else Samaira opened her mouth, “Thank you, sir.”

“Well, you sure are a fast learner, sweetheart,” He let her sit down so she could rest a little, she’d need all the energy she could get. “How’s your ass?” He wondered, reaching over for the glass of water and held it to her lips to let her sip from it. Once she had enough she pulled away.

“Still hurting,” She mumbled, shifting around as she sat down, trying to find a position where her ass wasn’t stinging.

“Good, I hope you learned your lesson,” Azrael drank from the glass, sipping the water slowly.

“Asshole,” The brunette muttered under her breath, not daring to look him in the eye.

“What’s that?” He looked over at the woman, raising a brow at her, and watched as she shook her head frantically and said, “N-nothing sir.”

“Thought so,” Azrael smirked and set the glass down. He stood up, the brunette had her eyes on the man, watching as he walked away but still spoke to her, “In a moment I’ll remove my shirt then I’ll lay down and I expect you to sit on my face so I can taste more of that sweet pussy.” Her breath hitched as she heard him talk that way, picturing the image in her head, and was turned on, even more, wanting nothing more. “And then I want you bent over the table; hands tied behind your back so I can fuck you from behind. But the night won’t end there, by the end I want you riding my cock,” He unbuttoned his shirt then threw it to the side and walked back to her. His finger grazed over her jawline down to her chin and with a single stroke of his finger lifted her face up so their eyes could meet, “Would you like that?”

“More than anything, sir,” She answered eagerly, there was nothing she wanted more at the moment. “Good, that’s exactly what you’ll be getting,” He moved to the L shape of the couch and laid down, he called her over with just one finger and she already hurried to him, as if he’d changed his mind. He was damn right on one thing; she was desperate.

“Come sit on my face, Samaira,” he said and noticed she hadn’t exactly moved and just stood by his side, biting down on her lip, a little unsure how to do all of this. She had never done this before, not with any flings or boyfriends. Azrael picked that up and reached for her hand, holding onto it gently, and helped her to straddle his abdomen and looked up at her. “Plant your knees on either side of my head,” he said, helping her to follow the instructions, his gaze shifting from her eyes to her glistening pussy he was about to have a taste of. He let go of her hands and moved his hands along the sides of her thighs. “Put this here, spread your pussy lips for me, I want to taste all of you,” He moved her hand down to her folds. It took a lot of courage for her to follow his order, not that she didn’t want to do it. She was just a little shy, she hadn’t sat on anyone’s face before but for Azrael to be the first to do it she just knew it would be the best experience. “This hand you put here, I want to see your toy with your pretty tit, understood?” He placed her other hand on her breast, she nodded in return, understanding him loud and clear.

“Look at that pretty pussy, god, I can’t wait for you to come all over my face,” He pulled her down further, but she hesitated to do so. Azrael tugged her down till her pussy was pressed against his lips. He kissed her clit gently causing her to gasp almost wanting to jerk away but with the way that man had his hands on her thighs she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. Azrael licked, sucked, and twirled at her clit using his tongue.

“Fuck, Azrael,” She moaned, squeezing her breast in her hand, watching as the man put his tongue to work. She spread her lips apart further, watching as he ate her out. It looked like he was enjoying this more than Samaira. She felt his warm tongue dancing around her entrance, teasing her. He sucked and licked at her, taking in all the warm juices her pussy offered from the previous time she came, making the experience much better. His tongue slid in easily, he moved one hand from her thigh and started rubbing her clit making her moan uncontrollably. Azrael ate her out like a hungry man, her moans grew louder and louder, she groped herself harder, eyes closed, and head tipped back as his sweet tongue brought her pure ecstasy, talking to her a place she hadn’t been before. “You can come now,” He mumbled into her, sending vibrations through her pussy. His name left her lips as a prayer, her body slumped over as waves of pure pleasure left her body, he continued to lick her from her entrance to her clit a few times. He finally managed to pull away from her sweetness and flipped her over to have her under him and stared into her eyes. Her gaze dropped down to his glistening lips and chin, which was her cum all over his face, and fuck, she had never seen a prettier sight.

Her hands moved to the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, kissing him deeply and hard. They only broke out of the kiss when they needed to breathe, Samaira moved her finger over his skin, collecting her juices from his face. Azrael looked into her eyes, grabbing the hand in his, and sucked on the finger as he looked at her. Samaira just now realized she had the time to take in the sigh of his glorious body, her hand moving up his arms to his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles under her touch as she went down his pecks and abdomen, when she looked down she could clearly see a dent in his pants.

Azrael got up, Samaira followed his lead, finally down from her high and looked over at him. He picked her up effortlessly and carried her to the coffee table. “Do you know what comes next?” He set her down on her own feet, shaking a little still.

“Yes,” She answered in a soft voice.

“Excuse me?” Azrael's eyes narrowed on her, her lips parted, a confused look over her face for a moment before she realized what he meant by the glare.

“Yes, sir,” Samaira corrected herself, watching as his expression had changed.

“Repeat to me what I said I’d do to you,” His hand caressed the side of her face gently, the pad of his thumb going over her lower lip.

“You’d have me down on all fours, ass in the air for you to have the best sight. My hands would be tied behind my back as you take me from behind,” She answered, feeling slightly ashamed but she knew she had to get over those feelings if she wanted one of the best nights of her life.

“Then why are you still standing on your feet?” He crossed his arms, his brow raised in an arch as he looked down at the woman. She looked up at him for a moment, wanting to talk back, her fierceness wanting to come out again, but she couldn’t, she didn’t dare to ruin what was about to be a good time for them both. Samaira turned around and looked down at the table before moving down onto it and rested her weight on her elbows. “Good girl. Now tell me how I will be doing that?” He ran his hair through her dark curls then tugged on it, forcing her to look up at him.

“Hard, rough, and fast. I assume, sir,” She answered, already knowing that would be how he’d handled her, and Samaira wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Damn straight,” He commented and turned around. “Here,” Azrael grabbed a pillow from the couch and laid it down for her so she could rest her cheek on top of it. “This will do,” he said, picking up his tie he threw on the couch earlier after work. He held the silky fabric in his hand and moved behind her, slowly sliding his hands over her arms and waited for her to place them on her back for him. He tied her hands together, the blue silk around her hands were tied tight, luckily it felt soft around her skin still, she knew this wasn’t his first rodeo, Azrael tied them together perfectly without any effort, clearly used to it.

Samaira waited impatiently and could hear the rustling of his pants, finally, he was getting rid of them she thought to herself. Azrael moved behind her, his large hands gripping her ass and spreading her cheeks apart, “Look at all that glory.” He slid a finger down from her wet slit. “All this for me and only me to use,” He gripped her ass tightly causing her to whimper into the pillow. “Tell me Samaira, who is all of this for?” He moved his tip up and down her slit then stopped at her clit.

“Y-you sir,” She answered, curling her hands in a fist. She moved her face across the soft cushion so he could hear her clearly.

“Is that so?” He slipped himself into her, sliding easily with her wetness already coating his cock. Samaira couldn’t help but moan when she felt him inside her, making her feel full and satisfied and he hadn’t even started moving yet.

“Yes sir, only you can make me feel this way,” She answered, feeling his cool hands over her still reddened ass, soothing her for the moment. She buried her face into the pillow for the moment as he started to thrust into her, Azrael let out a groan, closing his eyes for a moment. He loved foreplay but this is truly what he was looking out for, and Samaira was just perfection, he didn’t know what about her it was that had him such a mess but there sure was something special about her. No other woman made him feel so needy, made him lose control like this, his pace was fast, and he knew he was being rough, and he tried keeping her in mind, but he grew selfish and chased his own release.

“Explain to me how I’m making you feel right now,” He asked, gripping her hips tighter as he continued to ram his dick into her pussy, his balls slapping against her mount. Samaira closed her eyes for a moment, opening her mouth but not a word came out. She cleared her throat and turned away from the pillow so she could answer him.

“Fuck- Y-you make me feel so good- god, don’t stop,” Samaira answered, as he picked up his pace and could feel his tip brushing against her G-spot. Surprisingly it hadn’t taken long for her orgasm to build up even after the two times she came before. Azrael was doing things to her body even she couldn’t do it herself.

“Whose pussy is this, slut?” He pulled on the silk tie, causing her body to move back, the erotic sounds she made were no longer muffled. Samaira was thankful for the space between each house else she’d never want to leave the house after everything that left her mouth.

“Shit- yours,” She answered in a cry. “Say my name,” He tugged on the tie harder as his pace went faster too. “Azrael, it’s yours, Azrael,” Samaira tipped her head back, suddenly feeling his hand on her pulsing clit, this was too much for her, yet she wanted it all, no matter how sore she’d be the next day.

“If it’s mine then it’s my right to fuck it over and over in any way I please throughout the whole night as I want to, correct?” He asked, rubbing her sensitive bud faster. The room was filled with the erotic sound of their skin slapping together.

“Damnit, yes, as much as you want,” Though it was how she felt at the moment she also knew to play his game if they both wanted to get what they wanted, to come. “Even more desperate than I thought,” He spanked her pussy causing her to yelp but that spank also set afire through her body, her legs began to shake, unable to hold much longer. She /had/ to come. “All for you sir, please just make me cum again,” Samaira begged, closing her eyes as she felt the tears rolling down her cheek and spit dribbling down the side of her mouth.

“Come for me, Samaira,” He groaned, pushing in with one last stroke, feeling her walls clamping around him and creaming his cock that was still thrusting into her, her knuckles white from having it in a fist and her throat hurting from moaning. She was never known for being quiet, especially not with Azrael it seems. “Fuck,” He moaned, followed by her name leaving his lips. Samaira felt his cock twitch inside her followed by his warm load coating her walls, her body slumped over. Azrael sucked in a deep breath then slowly pulled out, watching as their cum oozed out of her slowly, dribbling down her thighs.

“Shit, that’s a beautiful fucking sight,” He praised, those blue orbs focused on nothing else but the sight in front of him, his hand gently running down her skin and caressing it. “Almost makes me want to keep you here like this forever,” He commented and reached over to untie her hands and helped her get in a much more comfortable position. “How are you feeling right now?” He caressed her face gently, his other hand stroking her hair carefully avoiding the kinks in the curls.

“I’m thirsty, Azrael,” She realized, sitting back on her heels, eyes still on the man and her face moving closer to his hand, wanting more of his soft touches. “Okay sweetheart, I’ll go get you some water. Or do you want some juice?” He offered, waiting for her to make her pick. “Some juice would be better,” She answered, then watched as he nodded then wandered to the kitchen. She ran her fingers through her hair for a moment, the sweat drops on her skin had dried off a little now, she looked over at Azrael when he handed her the orange juice, “Thank you,” She took the glass and sipped it slowly.

“Do you wish to continue?” He asked, sitting back on the couch, his eyes on the brunette in front of him. Her hair was a mess, the red lipstick she wore was faded and slightly smudged even, she was sitting back on her heels, holding the glass with both hands as she drank her juice. Even like this, she was still as beautiful as ever.

Samaira put the empty glass down then looked over at Azrael. “I expect us to finish what we started,” She answered, a slight smile on her lips which Azrael mirrored. Her stamina surprised them both, she was sure tonight she’d have the best sleep ever. “Come here,” He called her. Samaira got up from the table and sauntered to him, her eyes on his thighs that were spread and carefully straddled him, sliding her hand up to his arms and to his shoulders. “Here we go,” He rested his hands on her hips, feeling her warm skin under his touch.

“You understand what you have to do next right?” He brushed her hair over her shoulders, his fingers lingered over one of the marks he left on her skin. “Yes sir,” She nodded, her gaze dropping down to his semi-hard member and ground against him ever so slightly. “You won’t stop until you make me cum, understood?” Azrael narrowed his eyes on the brunette, tugging her closer by her hips till his dick was pressed against her stomach. “Yes sir, may I kiss you,” She nodded and asked very sweetly, her eyes on those pink, kissable lips. “As you please,” He smirked. Samaira moved her dainty hands up his shoulders, slowly up his neck, her thumbs caressing over his skin. His gaze softened as he felt them rest behind his ears, she leaned down closer to him, crashing her lips down on his, once again moving in perfect synch. The kiss started off soft and delicate but soon grew hot and needy as Samaira started grinding against him. She felt his soft hands on her bottom, massaging her flesh as he moved her against him, his cock was once again hardened and leaking a little, wanting to be surrounded by her.

Samaira broke the kiss off and started kissing down his neck, finding his sweet spot right where his collarbone and neck met. Azrael breathed out warm air, followed by a soft moan.

She smirked against his skin, glad she found his sweet spot, and decided to get some revenge, she sucked hard on his skin, marking his delicate skin. Azrael wasn’t a fan of hickeys placed on himself but this one made him reconsider. Samaira licked over his red skin, proud of what she did. For the slightest moment, Azrael had forgotten who was in charge, being under the brunette’s spell but he broke free from that and slowly ran his fingers up the curve of her back, over her nap and to her hair, his fingers threading through it delicately but soon he grabbed a fist full and tugged on it, forcing her head down and reached over for his lips to ghost over her ear, “Will you be playing around the whole time or do I have to force you onto my cock, sweetheart?”

“What’s the rush, sir? Can’t wait?” Samaira asked sweetly but really it was enjoying this. This was the only time she got the slightest bit of time to mess around with him. This time he was desperate for her.

“You’re cute you know that?” Azrael chuckled, seeing through her as if she was glass. “You may think you’re the one on top but I’m still the one in charge, so I suggest you be a good slut before I get the wooden spoon and tan your tits next,” His hand slid around her throat, fitting perfectly there. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t turned on, even more, falling right into his play again. Her ass stinging was more than enough, by now she should accept she wouldn’t win this play of dominance with Azrael.

“May I sit down on your cock, sir?” Samaira asked, not playing around anymore. “What are you waiting for?” She heard him say and moved back a little, holding his member in her hand as she aligned herself with him. She was about to lower herself onto him slowly when Azrael pulled her down onto him completely, ripping a loud gasp from her lips. All of a sudden she felt full again, this time hitting different from the position, in a way she decided just how far she could go and how, but it was clear Azrael wanted every inch of his buried into her sweet pussy.

Samaira was drunk on desire, reaching for more even when her pussy felt swollen and was aching. She started rolling her hips, one hand moving through her hair and flipping it to one side as she rode him, going faster with each movement, his hand on her hips guiding her. Azrael rested his other hand on her tit, moving his fingers over her nipple and tweaking it between his fingers, sending electricity through her body as if his cock wasn’t doing that already.

Azrael could feel she was still very wet from before, the rhythm she was moving at had him curling his toes. His gaze dropped down to her tits that bounced to her movement, he looked up and noticed all the different faces of pleasure she made. God, she was so pretty. He didn’t know what about her made him so attracted to her, if he could, he’d have her in this position all day long.

“Will you be a good girl and cum for me again?” His blue eyes looked over at those chocolate ones of hers. Her hold on him tightened when she felt his fingers on her clit, she felt overstimulated, yet she wanted and needed more.

“Sir- I- I don’t know if I can again,” Samaira whined, but a moan left her lips lastly, her pussy clenching around his dick, contradicting what she told Azrael.

“What’s that?” He raised a brow at her, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at the woman knowing she was very close to becoming undone.

“Fuck- I don’t, I- shit,” She stuttered, her mind blank and all she could think of was his cock, not a single word she just said connected to anything.

She didn’t know how he did it, but he made it possible again for her. Her surroundings were blurred. All she could focus on was the man beneath her and the things his beautiful cock and fingers were doing to her, pure ecstasy running through her veins. He was like a drug she didn’t mind getting high on. Samaira’s eyes were closed feeling her orgasm rising with each second, surprised she hadn’t even cum yet, he just kept taking it up with each stroke and rub on her swollen clit.

“Look me in the eyes, Samaira, I told you those eyes belong to me, look at the man that has you coming as if your life depends on it,” Azrael said in a quite a low tone, a seductive tone even, he too was close to his release, you could tell by the soft groans. Her eyes locked onto his blue ones, his words sounding like nothing but the truth.

“Azrael!” The name left her lips as a prayer, the tension in her abdomen exploded. All she could see was white, her legs shook uncontrollably as she came all over his member, her walls pulsing around his dick, waves of her sweet release kept coming. The feeling was unexplainable, no one had her pussy swollen as Azrael did.

“That’s it, soak my cock with your sweet cum,” He moaned, gripping her skin harder. His cock twitched, her warm load shot through her canal, having him breathless for a moment. She rode out their orgasm slowly, her hands moving around him for a moment as her tempo died down.

“How was that?” Azrael asked in a softer tone, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and tipped her head up to make her look at her. A tired smile spread on her lips, “Perfect.”