You have no idea how much we are loving this story. Its so different but still the samcedes you know and love. So enjoy and just wait cause we are just getting started!

Mercedes had spent the last few days growing frustrated. She hadn't had any time to break away and head to The Elite. Her promotion came with perks like a bigger office, personal assistant, raise, PTO, but it also came with more responsibility. It also meant working with Brian King, a man she hated, but he was in love with her, or that's what he told her dad. They were "dating" in the eyes of her father and Brian, but in her eyes, she hated him.

By Wednesday night, she was crawling out of her skin, it had been three days, and she was determined to go. Heading into the Elite, she didn't bother going in for the show; she just went in and asked to be put in the nicest room they had, with as much privacy they could give, and to have Cap meet her there. She didn't know his name, so she just said the man she was with Sunday. They tried to get her to see someone else, but she knew what she wanted. Who she wanted.

Once in the room, she looked around, it was similar to the one they were in on Sunday, but it had a hot tub, an X with chains on then a place to change up your masks. She still was unsure what all this meant, but she needed to see him again. Wearing a silk baby doll dress, she smoothed it out. Curls falling to the side of her face, smokey eyes behind the mask, she moved to the window as she waited for Cap. The tall building started underground but turned into a massive skyscraper with a beautiful view.

Sam had a rough few days. Today was actually supposed to be a well-needed day off. But, unfortunately, when someone requested him specifically, he had no choice but to lose his night off and take the client.

The elevator ride made him nervous as they had him blindfolded. Finally, the two men pushed him into the room, and Sam, not knowing where he was, sank to his knees.

He was in a pair of tight boxer briefs that accentuated his body perfectly.

Mercedes heard the door and turned to see Cap. he was as sexy as she remembered. She nodded to the men who had brought him in, and they smiled as they took their leave. She had been doing some reading at night in her free time, and they may have had Cap be her Sub, but that didn't mean she couldn't take care of him.

She moved close to him, wondering if he would know it was her by just her touch. So she didn't say a word; she just moved closer to him, running her hands down his arms and then his back.

Sam heard the door shut, and fear made his blood run cold. A few people requested his specifically, and most of them were bad news for him.

However, the gentle touch confused him. He leaned into her touch and closed his eyes behind the blindfold.

When he leaned into her touch, she ran her hands down his chest and back up to his neck. Then, she pulled him up from his knees and wrapped his arms around her.

Sam smiled at her. "Hello..." he whispered.

"You didn't forget me, did you?" She whispered back before toying with the blindfold, still in his arm.

His breath caught again as he heard her voice. "Never," he whispered. But, God, her voice reminded him so much of Mercedes.

She removed his blindfold and smiled. "Tonight, you are my sub, at my mercy, and I am going to do something I don't think many if any Dom's have done."

Sam looked at her and felt his blood run a bit cold. He trusted her, but his history made him nervous. "Yes, Mistress."

"I am going to take care of you." She said softly. "I am going to make sure you leave here completely satisfied in every way you want." She pulled him closer. "Think you can handle that?"

Sam nodded and let him control her, falling entirely into a submissive personality.

She took a few deep breaths stared up at him. "Are you hungry?"

He nodded. "Yes," he whispered. He was fed enough to help him keep his physique, but rarely anything more than that, and never anything that tasted good.

She nodded, pulling him to the bed. "What do you want to eat? There's a menu here, so whatever it is, let me know."

His eyes went wide. "I don't... I don't understand."

She leaned into him. "I told you you were going to take care of you; that starts with feeding you. Now I am in the mood for some fettuccine Alfredo. What about you?"

Sam smiled. "Do they have cheeseburgers?"

She nodded. "Do you want fries and something to drink?"

Sammy nodded. "Please."

"What do you want to drink?"

"Anything is fine."

Mercedes ordered their food a couple of Pepsi's and a banana split with strawberry, caramel, and chocolate sauce. She finished up and turned to him, adjusting her mask. "So tell me something about you while we wait."

Sam fell silent. "Well... my hair isn't naturally this color," he murmured. "They dye it here."

She looked at his hair. "What color is it naturally?"

"It's a light brownish blond color. They lighten it a lot."

She nodded. "Do you live here?"

Sam nodded. "There's dorms."

"Can you ever leave? Like if someone wanted you to come to them?"

Sam nodded. "That's not usually good for me."

"Why not?" She asked, full of concern.

"Because there are some rules here. Not many. You go off property... there are rules, but people don't follow them."

She nodded. "Oh. I get that."

Sam frowned and looked away.

"What on your mind?"

Sam shrugged. "Nothing really," he lied. "I'm... just not used to being asked questions."

"If it's too much, just let me know, and we can stop."

Sam shook his head. "I don't mind. It's just different."

She stared at him. "I wish I could see your face." She reached up to his cheek. "And I wish I could fix this for you."

Sam knew there were no cameras up here. "I wish I could see yours," he whispered. "I'm sure that you're beautiful."

She blushed, looking away. "And how are you sure of that?"

"Because you're beautiful on the inside, you'll radiate it on the outside."

She turned to him, a smile gracing her lips. "I like talking to you."

He laughed gently. "I like talking to you too."

She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Sam smiled into the kiss. "I like your kisses too."

She smiled. "They aren't too forward?"

That made Sam laugh. "Not at all."

"Do you normally get kissed?" She asked.

Sam shook his head and looked down, drowning. "No."

"They really do just use you, don't they?" She took his hand, feeling that familiar pull to him. "I want to take you away from here, even if it's just a few days. Would you like that?"

Sam nodded, tears welling up in his eyes as she forced him to think about it. "I would, Mistress."

"I wouldn't expect sex; it would just be a way for you to get out."

Sam was a bit overwhelmed emotionally. "Really?"

"Yes, you would just hang out. Do whatever you want."

Sam felt the tears welling up. "I would like that."

"You would trust me to take care of you, right."

Sam nodded. "I trust you."

She smiled. "Good because as much as I like the kissing and sex, I want to take care of you more."

He leaned into her, his body trembling slightly as he fought to hold in tears. "No one's... ever taken care of me."

"Cap, you remind me of a friend I used to have. I would do anything for him. I feel that same connection with you." She touched his face starring into his eyes. "I know we just met, but you don't deserve to be used, and if I can take you away from that, I don't care how much it is."

Sam stared at her for a while. "You remind me of an old friend too. One I loved with all my heart." He sounded so very sad.

Mercedes frowned. "You lost her?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. She stopped talking to me."

She nodded." "I'm sorry. I lost mines too. Did everything I could to try and find him, but he moved a lot."

Sam squeezes her hand. "I'm sorry."

"He was the best. I spent as many days as I could at his house. His family was perfect. Best friends from 5 to 10 when my dad forced me into boarding school." She frowned. "We wrote for years, and one day it all just stopped." She sighed, wiping a tear away as someone knocked. "That would be room service."

Sam froze and stared at her for a few long moments. He was about to say something when he heard the knock at the door. "I'll get it..." he murmured softly.

She nodded, moving to set the pillows up so they could relax on the bed.

Sam brought in the food. "I don't know... where to eat."

"Here, let's sit here; we can eat and talk." She scooted back into the bed. "So tell me about your friend."

Sam sat down on the bed, biting into the burger and letting out a quiet groan. He hadn't had a burger in so long, let alone one as good as this one.

"Sorry..." he whispered.

"Why are you sorry?" She questioned.

"That was kinda rude." He took another bite. It was so damn good.

"Look the way I see it, if the food is good, you have no choice but to moan, and I found it sexy anyways." she smiled.

Sam offered her a small smile.

"Thanks"

She took a bite of her Alfredo and moaned herself. "Ummm, they spare no expense. I am loving this." She smiled. "I might have to up my recipe."

"You cook?"

"I do, and bake. My friend's mom, she taught me. And I have expanded it as I grew older."

He smiled. "My mom loved to bake. She always wanted to open a bakery, but it was so hard."

Mercedes smiled. "It's never too late to start something new. Well, for most people. I had dreams. I used to want to be a singer. I would put on a concert for my best friend and all his superhero. Singing "I need a hero." as he ran around in a cape." she laughed, remembering.

Sam completely froze, the fry in his hand falling back down to the plate.

Mercedes sighed. "My dad didn't want that for me. "You need to be practical young lady,." I was 10. How practical did I have to be?" She looked at Sam and frowned. "Are you okay?"

His voice caught in his chest as he tried to speak.

"Mercy?" he whispered.

She raised an eyebrow. "You know my name? Wait, how did you know my name?"