The pink gift box sat delicately on Ophelia's desk, identical to the one Sam had packed the only sex toy she owned in. She narrowed her eyes curiously at the cardboard, inching towards it as if it were a snake that could jump out and bite her at any second. She unraveled the bow on top, slowly taking it off and removing the top. Her breath hitches in her throat when she sees what's inside - a pair of fluffy black handcuffs sitting on pink tissue paper. There was a note laying under them, just three words sprawled across the paper; 'call me, princess'. She brought her bottom lip between her teeth as she fumbles for her phone, dialing his number and letting it ring. After a couple seconds, he picks up, and she could hear the smile in his words as he speaks. "Hey, angel." He says, and she sighs. "Come over here." She demands abruptly, hanging up the phone and setting it onto her desk.
He walked into her room without knocking, shutting the door swiftly behind him as he looks at her. "So?" He raises and eyebrow, and she sighs at the box. "So." She nods, looking up at him as if waiting for him to say something. "Oh, right," He begins, stepping closer to her and taking both of her hands into his. "I know I should've said this earlier. I'm not very good with emotions, and I'm sure you know that by now. But I'm sorry, Ophelia. For everything I did. If I could take it back, I would, I really fucking wish I had never hurt you the way I did. You deserve better," He says, squeezing her hands as he looks into her eyes, "I'm going to try and be better. I promise." His voice was quiet and genuine, but Ophelia still felt hesitant to trust him so easily. "You're not just apologizing so you can have your way with me, right?" She raises her eyebrows, watching as he shakes his head quickly. "No. I know I haven't exactly shown it, but I do care about you more than you know." He mumbles, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand.
She gave him a soft smile, taking his face into her hands and kissing him softly. It wasn't long before the kiss turned into something with more fire and more passion. His fingers slipped underneath the hem of her shirt, resting on her bare waist as he pulled her against him. "What are you wearing under this?" He asks against her lips, tugging at the bottom of her shirt. She grinned, taking his hand and sliding it up her torso until his hand rested on her breast. His breath hitched in his throat, "Fuck," He breathed softly, kneading the skin in his hand. Ophelia let out a quiet moans against his lips, and he pulls her away from him. "Lay down." He says, taking the handcuffs from the box and setting the beside her as he pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her upper body completely exposed. He takes the handcuffs and opens them, hooking one loop on each wrist and fastening them, looking down at her with a smirk.
"Where's your vibrator?" He asks, running his fingers along her neck. "Under my bed. In the blue box." She responds, tensing under his touch when his fingers began to run along her thigh. He nods, reaching under her bed to pull out the box. He takes the wand from it, sitting back up and using his hand to pull her knees apart. He set the wand down beside her, hooking his fingers underneath her shorts and tugging them off in one swift motion. All she could do was watch him. She wasn't used to having her hands bound, and all she wanted to do was touch him - but she couldn't. He picked the wand back up, putting his free hand on her waist and pressing it over her underwear. He hadn't turned it on yet, but Ophelia was nearly at the point of begging him to do so. "I can't believe you're all mine." Sam says softly, dragging it up and down her clit.
She let out a soft whine at the feeling, rolling her hips upward to try and push the toy against her. He used his free hand to press against her hips, holding them down so she could no longer get the friction she craved. "I'm in charge here, darling. Desperation isn't going to get you anywhere." He noted, and Ophelia began to wonder where all his submissiveness had gone. Sam finally pulled off her underwear, tossing them onto the floor and placing his knee between her thighs so she couldn't close them. He clicked the button and turned the speed up to two right off the bat, making Ophelia swallow back a moan. "I can make you feel so much better than Max can." Sam clenches his jaw, and Ophelia could tell the situation still made him angry.
