Stockholm Syndrome (BWWM)

Chapter 5

Sam drops me off at home after our argument and I still feel annoyed at him.

"Goodnight." He says.

I quickly kiss his cheek and say goodnight as well. I let myself out the car and head inside my apartment. I have Sam's gifts tucked under my arm and after I shower and settle in bed I open up the book he gave me. There are pictures of different sex positions with descriptions under each. I flip to a random number and begin reading: #28 - Flatiron. How: You lay facedown on the bed, legs straight, hips slightly raised. While your partner enters you from behind.

I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous the book was. Who would take their time and write a book about sex positions?  

I flip through some more pages and stop at a more interesting one: #133 - G-Whiz. How: You lie back with your legs resting on each of his/her shoulders, raise your legs to help your partner target your G-Spot.

I bite my lip and decide to circle the G-Whiz position with a pencil because it looked pleasing. After I circle five more positions I shut the book and shake my head at myself. Who knew I would turn into a sex crazed woman? Is this what good dick did to you? I sigh and think about Sam as I fall into a deep sleep.

**

It was a Sunday evening and Sam was helping me hang up clothes in the hotel room he bought for me. I decided to bring a few things from home and stock them in the room, if for some reason I needed something and didn't want to drive all the way back to Athens.

"Carter, you have a lot of clothes and shoes." Sam mutters as he carefully lines up my heels and flats in the closet.

I chuckle and put my birth control, I got from my doctor last week, in the nightstand drawer next to the bed.

"I shouldn't even be using this damn room. I could get a room on my own when I visit you." I snap at him.

He looks up from his tedious work and smirks. "Are you getting smart with me?"

I raise my brows at him and shrug. "Maybe?"

Sam stands up instantly and makes his way over to me. He pushes me on the bed and I giggle as he crawls on top of me. Cupping my crotch, he causes me to gasp and he seals the noise with a kiss.

"I suggest you stop." He whispers against my lips.

I bite his bottom lip and pull. "Or what?"

His eyes darken and a low growl escapes his lips from deep within his chest. Sam yanks my yoga pants down along with my panties and gives me a wicked grin. "Your ass looked so good all day in these, I've been dying to rip them off."

Goosebumps spread down my arms and legs as Sam presses a rough kiss on the inside of my thigh. He gently blows on my clitoris and I moan out and squirm under his hold. He rises up, grabs my wrists and pins my hands above my head. "If you move I won't make you come." He warns.

He presses a kiss against my hot spot and I squirm again. I can't help it, this man has barely done anything and I'm like a jar of jelly, but his touch drives me insane. Sam frowns at me and sits up. "I guess you don't want this, you can't keep still."

I grab Sam's arm and whine. "No, I'm sorry. Please. I want this, I'll be still." I rush out.

He pins my arms above my head again and goes back down with a satisfied smirk. His eyes close and his floppy long hair spills over my lower stomach as he begins to slowly lick me. I stay completely still and grip the pillows above my heads as my insides scream for me to move according to his tongue.