Proposal

by Cresenta's Lark

"What? Did you expect me to ask on bended knee? Wait for a yes?… I don't do typical Samantha." Sam/Scam (Other pairings included: Clover/Blaine, Alex/OC, Britney/Dean, Mandy/David).

11. Chapter 11

My apologies for the ridiculous amount of wait between chapters. -_- Just a quick warning again that story is rated M for well … I'm sure you know what by now. Especially THIS CHAPTER here where things get ... saucy. *cackles*

Ahem.

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It would also seriously make me update faster (for real) because I'd feel like people were waiting for it.

Thanks and without further ado ... let's begin.

Disclaimer: It's Sunday, disclaimers get to take the day off. *winks*

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He didn't … he hadn't gotten her ... that. Anything but that.

Dread hammered through her every gland as though she was being crucified with a thousand steel nails and her veins became ice as her eyes, peeled wide and shaking looked up to Tim Scam in disbelief.

She wanted this to be some kind of sick joke, she wanted to believe it wasn't real. But when she saw the look on his face, a smirk of demonic proportions and a wink sent her way at the sight of her jaw being on the floor as she sat there white as a ghost - she came to the painful realization that she hadn't been hallucinating as she'd hoped. What she had seen was indeed his gift to her. And to say that she was sickened beyond words was putting it much too lightly.

"So ... do you like it?"

She flinched when she heard him speak and wasn't able to figure out how he could even think of asking her that question about his disgusting gift to her. Sure she knew he was filth, a lowlife, a scumbag ... but to go this far? This was low even for his kind.

When he didn't hear her answer him she watched him pick up the contents of the box from the floor, dust them off and then place them on the bed before her. He took his time and laid it all out for her carefully and neatly so that she could see everything in full detail.

Her eyes roamed over the assortment of leather, ribbon, chain, and lace. There were two main pieces mostly made from a black, Gothic lacy fabric. The top was a bralette that had a corset, lace-up back and matching criss-cross cage straps made of ebony silk that went up along where the cleavage would be when worn meant to emphasize the bust of the wearer to the limit.

Ribbon ties looped around the bottom hem trimming and hung down to be linked to the bottom half which was an underwear made of the same material as the top portion. The entire ensemble was thin to the point of being almost sheer save for being sparsely padded with opaque jet black cloth in certain spots.

There was also a antique, lariat-style, sleek body chain that glimmered gold in the darkness and lastly a matching black, antique lace ... bridal leg garter.

And her face turned red hot with the fuel of hate, rage, and embarrassment as her eyes were unable to look away from the skimpy articles of clothing sitting there. She felt that a volcano had erupted inside her and her temper flared like an angry dragoness.

How dare he do this, she asked herself vehemently. How dare he even think of doing this? How dare he buy her lingerie?!

"And this wasn't part of it but I thought you might like it. It seemed your style and I think it'd look ravishing on you," he added then took something out a bag that she hadn't seen before and put it on the mattress as well for her.

This time it was a floor-length, pure black, billowing silk robe looking like it could pair well with the lingerie to make it more conservative than it was without. And she had to refrain from rolling her eyes. Like that addition made this offering of his to her any more acceptable.

Well it didn't. It was still lingerie. It was still inappropriate in every way and still completely wrong of him to do this. He had crossed way too many lines with her already and this latest move of his was enough to make her want to hurl out her stomach contents right then and there, made her want to vomit all over his gift to show him just how much she appreciated it.

She was afraid, downright terrified to know what more was to come from him if she dared to find out. She didn't want to, God she didn't want to know. She wanted this to end. Wanted this nightmare over. Wanted him to go away, to leave her alone, to get out of her life, to drop dead or go to hell or wherever he had to to just leave HER alone.

Entirely missing the way his self appointed bride-to-be's face was burning like an oven set to the highest setting possible, Scam grinned down at her like a vulture. "I'm glad you like my gift..." he said taking her speechlessness as a sign to pat himself on the back for a job well done, for a gift well chosen.

He had known that his Sammie was a reserved girl so he had carefully selected something that she could actually wear, a piece that was provocative yet elegant to suit the classy woman that she was.

His grin couldn't help but grow on his face as he just stood there for a long moment in silence replaying the daydream that he had seen inside his head the moment he had found this outfit, the very thought of which drove him crazy with arousal.

After their wedding when they would finally be alone, his darling, luscious Samantha would be wearing this for him in the dark of their nuptial night impatient for him to take it all off of her piece by piece and reveal the body of the woman underneath that would finally belong to him at long last...

His eyes widened in total fascination trailing her slender form as she stood striking a pose in the doorway of their bedroom. His heart raced a marathon inside his chest at the seductive look on her face, the teasing smirk pulling at her red, glossed lips as she regarded him with her beautiful emerald eyes clouded dark with the pitchest shade of lust.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She mumbled disapprovingly sauntering closer to him, swaying her hips from side to side as she came. "I'm not a mannequin in a store Tim ..." she said, purring out his name in a way that made the blood pumping through his veins feel like hot, molten lava. "You know you can touch me."

Closing his jaw which had been slightly parted in reaction to her bluntness, Scam smirked back at her. "Oh I know I can. But the question is..." he quirked an eyebrow at her challengingly. "Do you want me to?"

In response to his query Sam tiptoed even nearer to him. Slowly, ever so slowly, provoking his arousal just as blowing softly on a pile of kindling to slowly build up a blustering, healthy fire.

"Of course I do..." she breathed out, her voice rougher, huskier than he'd ever heard it before.

"Where?" he inquired leaning back on the bed on his hands and awaiting her next move, wanting to see how much bolder and racy she could get, needing to see her wild side unleash itself before him tonight.

And he was left speechless when she began to touch herself to show him just where she wanted him on her body.

"Here..." she said, lifting up her hair with one hand and running the other down the side of her neck all the way down to her cleavage.

"And here..." she murmured roaming her breasts with her palms.

"Here..." she moaned following her fingers across her waist then down from her navel in a straight line to the area of her body she knew he loved most of all.

Grinning proudly at the stunned look on his face, a difficult feat to accomplish, she finally went over and perched herself daintily on his lap.

"All over," she finished pulling his arms up and wrapping them around her waist tightly before she began playing with his hair gently twisting her fingers into it.

"Be careful what you ask for Sammie..." he warned her when he finally found his voice, not being sure that her pretty little frame could handle the amount of lust coursing through him right now thanks to the little show she had just put on for him.

But she just surprised him again when she didn't heed his caution and instead pushed him back and stretched herself out on top of him, letting all her curves press into him and allowing him to detect every inch of her body as she responded to him with her lips against his while her arms wrapped themselves around his torso clinging herself to him like a second skin. Announcing to him loud and clear that she wasn't afraid of what she knew he wanted to do to her. That she wanted it. More than wanted it. That she needed it.

"But why would I want to be careful when you showed me just how much fun it is to be reckless Tim?"

Not two seconds after those words left her mouth Scam growled deep in his throat unable to control himself any longer and snatched her body aggressively. Lifting her off of him he flung her down on the mattress leaving her to gasp as he pinned her down under him and then-

"I AM NOT ACCEPTING THIS!"

His beloved's angry voice, not sounding anything like it had in his little dream reluctantly brought him back to reality. And he looked towards her to find her looking disturbed as she sat there shaking with waves of palpable fury emitting from her body ... and he had no clue why.

Unable to figure it out for himself he shrugged and just asked her what was bugging her now. "Why not?" he said sounding lost as to what her reason could possibly be for not wanting his thoughtful gift.

Walking over to her he bent to be at her level before reaching out and wrapping his hands around her midriff just as though to measure its circumference. "You have the body for it," he said crudely when her tiny waist fit right within the circle of his hands.

And he grinned greedily as he eyed her perfect body up close. How much of it did she owe to him? Those long, sculpted legs for one had to have become so toned, chiselled, and fit by the hours upon hours over months upon years that she'd spent chasing after him.

And if she'd just let him he knew he could give her body even more of an intense workout every day till the end of their lives. Heck if she just left it to him, she'd never again have to set foot in a gym ever again to work her gorgeous body. No he'd take care of that for her personally. In fact he'd be more than thrilled to have that job.

Smiling at that enticing thought he brought his eyes up to hers. "This outfit was custom sized for you," he said assuringly. "It was made for your exact body and should fit like a glove. It should be so comfortable in fact that it should feel like ..."

He paused, the smile on his face growing perverted as he lifted a suggestive eyebrow at her before giving her a naughty, little wink. "You're not wearing anything at all."

A shudder passed along her entire being in revulsion at what she knew he meant by that. "You're sick!" Sam spat right in his face wanting him to know that she did not approve of his "present" and further, never-ending violation of her privacy and sanity. "I am not wearing this!"

"I didn't say you had to wear it now Sammie..." he smiled unbothered by the way she visibly winced when he called her with her nickname, something he liked doing because he found it cute and fitting.

Reaching out he began stroking her long, red hair in a loving manner and let her silken tresses wrap and coil around his fingertips. God, how he loved to touch her. Even the simplest touch could send his senses into overdrive; she was that much of an intoxicant, that much of a stimulus to his brain.

He remained silent, distracted by her endless beauty as he soon lifted the bits of her hair he held in his hand up to his nose and took a whiff of it and smiled harder at the familiar smell, the scent of her that he had tucked into his memory from all his years of knowing her. The very same that he could always use to tell him when she anywhere nearby.

It was kind of like her unique signature and for him it worked better than anything when he wanted to track her down. "Cherries and vanilla..." he mused, decadent, and sweet and spicy just as she.

Oh he could hardly wait for her hair to be tangled all around him and to be bathed in this fragrance of her when they finally consummated their relationship, something which he just knew would be a treat for all of his senses, both known and unknown. He could barely wait to make his Samantha his in every way.

"I got it for our wedding night..." he continued explaining to her though not really knowing why he had to do so. Sam was a smart girl, she had to know that lingerie was a customary and popular present to give to a couple about to tie the knot. And for good reason.

"Something we can both enjoy together."

And Sam found herself wanting to die all over again at that horrendous thought, the idea of her putting out for him because he had coerced her into becoming his wife and that was her duty now. Partaking in his heinous flesh fantasies night after night and dancing in the sheets on the bed of his polluted desires until she pleased him just right, till he decided he had enjoyed her body as much as he wanted to.

Rinse and repeat till she finally got the blissful liberation of death which would likely be the only way to escape him … that was if she was able to elude the devil that he was even then.

"Not now or ever!" Sam bellowed ending his foul fantasies right then and there. "I will never wear something like this and never for you!" she shouted as loud as she could, until her voice made her own ears throb and spasm and threatened to rupture her eardrums so that she could get what she was saying through his iron skull.

Watching his jaw twitch just slightly she knew she had succeeded in doing that and she took that moment to haul herself out his grasp by kicking him with turbulence square in his bare chest, not even reacting when some strands of her hair were ripped out because he was still holding onto it.

Wiggling herself free she soon snatched up everything that had come out of that Pandora's box and threw it back at him. Seconds later it ricocheted off his body and landed messily on the floor at his feet in a crumpled heap.

"NOW GET OUT!"

Scam felt his jaw tremble even more as he couldn't help but feel just somewhat slapped in the face. Here she had thoughtlessly broken her vow to him about consenting to let him sleep with her when he'd been generous enough to let her go even though he'd had her right where he wanted her.

The memory of how he had been just two seconds away from fucking her into oblivion on the hood of his car out in that forest just like an beast procreating in nature when it had trapped its mate, came back to him and his nostrils fumed at her cruel deceitfulness.

And then he started to shake in outrage, his muscles contracting and becoming stiff, his anger grew within him like an all-engulfing wildfire as he processed her rude rejection of his gift to her. And a sadistic look began to form in his stormy eyes as he realized that maybe in order to get anywhere with her ... he just had to be a complete asshole.

Scam said nothing, regarding Sam with a blank stare but she could see the acid his eyes were raining at her making it clear that she'd upset him, that she'd injured him and he was now out for revenge.

Not wanting to be daunted by that realization Sam glared at him more defiant than ever trying to show him that she wasn't afraid of him, hoping that if she could make him believe that then it would become the gospel truth. That he would finally then stop feeding on her fear of him and getting off on it like some gross fetish.

But he just smirked at the look on her face. She didn't fool him, he knew what she was doing here. She was trying to downplay him by conveying to him that he wasn't a big deal, that her skeleton wasn't shaking inside the confines of her flesh at the thought of having made him mad like he knew it was.

That he wasn't the big bad wolf and she wasn't scared, little, red riding hood running for cover afraid of being devoured in one, single bite.

She was degrading him and that pissed him off more than anything. He hated being mocked and belittled, not being taken seriously. He always had. And she had done that to him tonight hadn't she? His eyes flickering with wrath glanced at his present discarded like unwanted litter in a trashcan on the floor of her room.

Yes she had.

She had by getting him all riled up and then pushing him away. By leaving him starved after fanning the flames of his hunger and lust and then denying him and leaving him cold, out on the street on the coldest night of winter like a stray dog without shelter. Well now it was his turn to return the favour. It was his turn … to disgrace HER.

Standing there he was unable to remove his eyes from the lingerie he'd gotten her, the same that she'd impolitely rejected. The same that had cost him a pretty penny. The same that she had barked that she would never ever wear and especially not for him. And at that thought the smirk on his lips twisted larger into a deranged and demented one.

And he knew just how to make her uncomfortable. Just how to make her feel ashamed, make her feel as she had made him feel.

Bending down he picked up the pieces with care to not damage them further than she had already. He shook them out to remove the creases and untangled the chain until it looked pristine once more while he thought about how he could have in all honesty gotten her something that was much, much worse than this. In the name of lingerie there were some risqué pieces out there that covered and concealed a lot less than this one did.

Her body was his possession and he could have picked something that left her completely nude for him to see if he'd felt like it. Here he had been considerate and caring about her needs and comfort and THIS was how she returned his uncharacteristic kindness? By laughing in his face? By being a little bitch?

Well he wasn't going to let her get away with that. Dear sweet Sammie was going to learn not to disrespect her husband, to never mess with him. Oh yea, she was going to learn well.

"My, my, my ..." he finally quipped looking at her with an emotionless face, hiding his intention for what was coming her way next. "Aren't we all lively tonight?"

"I'm serious," Sam snarled sliding off her bed and walking over to the bedroom door. Holding it open she pointed at him. "Get out," she repeated firmly.

Scam's mouth remained close in response and he surprised her when he actually walked over to the door. Her pulse quickened and her heartbeat soared as she wondered if he was actually going to listen to her and leave. That feeling only grew when he stepped through the doorway and out into the hall.

Her relief however was short-lived when she tried to shut the door on him and he turned around faster than she saw coming and stuck his foot in the way before aggressively pushing it with enough force to send her sprawling back onto the carpet of her room with a gasp while he walked right back inside.

Laughing at her surprise and "tsking" to himself at how naive she was for thinking that he would just leave, Scam locked her bedroom door before turning back to her.

"Your dad is still on his business trip isn't he? He's not coming home tonight…" he started leaving a morbid feeling to gnaw at her insides like millions of piranhas.

Just where was he going with this, Sam thought as she sat on the floor of her room staring at him with blind frenzy.

"And your mom is not home either. No I remember hearing that she was going with Stella to help her deal with the presents from the bridal shower, and that she would stay there for the night if it got too late..."

Sam said nothing back as she tried to calculate his next move, put all her energy into deciphering it. There had to be reason he was saying this to her. There had to be. But his face was empty of any emotion, a blank slate offering her no clue whatsoever as to what he was going to do to her.

Fight or flight.

Fight or flight.

That question kept playing through her head like a broken record while another part reminded her that she was in no condition to really do any of those at the moment. She squashed the latter down, praying that it wouldn't come to her having to do either.

"...Or if the weather stays as bad as it is and it's too dangerous to drive..." he continued all the while taking slow steps to be closer to her. Coming closer and closer until his shadow was covering her body like a total eclipse.

"Rainstorm with thunder and lightning," he rasped dangerously, suggestion laden in his voice as he looked down at her, his white teeth gleaming at her like thirty-two pointed daggers as he smirked like a vicious shark. "The kind of night where if something were to happen ... people aren't likely to hear it."

Sam was pretty sure she wasn't even breathing anymore. To say that she didn't like where he was going with this was not enough to explain just how much he was scaring her right now.

Wanting to get away from him at any cost she started to pull herself backward, trying to crawl away from him because she was too tired to run but he just kept coming at her, taking no mercy on how desperate she was to escape him.

"And remember your neighbors do always turn in early. And oh look..." he paused to glance at his wrist pretending to look at a watch mockingly. "It's wayyyy past midnight."

His feet finally stopped when he had her sitting in a corner of the room cowering in fear. "Which means ... you are all alone."

Crossing his arms over his chest he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Now do you really think it's a smart idea to say no to me when you have no one, not one person to help you and you are fully aware that you can't beat me on your own?"

Crouching down in front of her huddled form he sat on his feet looked her right in the eye as he continued speaking to her in cold, threatening, slithers that made her skin crawl as though she had one hundred spiders traversing all over her.

"Do you really think so Samantha?" He jeered, shaking his head at her in disappointment. "Heh, I'd like to think that you're not that stupid."

Nothing but dead silence from Sam proved to him that he was right. But her keeping her mouth shut now and bowing her head like an obedient slave wasn't going to do anything to save her from the punishment he had in mind. No it wasn't enough. She had been a bad girl and he was going to discipline her.

Reaching out he grasped her chin and forced her to lock eyes with him again, relishing in the power he felt in how she was fearful to have to do so.

"After I let you go last night, after I trust you ... this is how you choose to repay me?" Any prior calmness in his tone was now gone as he glared at with absolute venom brewing in his gaze, the look of a complete lunatic in his eyes. "I think you need to be taught a lesson."

He watched her look back at him speechlessly, her big emerald eyes resembling that of a doe in headlights while her face struggled with itself not to give away to him how badly she wanted to shit herself right then and there.

Absorbing that terror of hers like metallic hydrogen he smirked before speaking to her again, pleased once more at having control over her, at the logical order of balance between them being restored.

"Now since you were so incredibly rude..." he paused, holding out the lingerie he still held towards her sans the robe because she didn't deserve to have it anymore. "Put it on," he nodded towards her. "Right now," he commanded, shoving it in her jittering, pale and sweaty hands when she didn't take it from him herself. "I want to see it on your body."

Sam's mouth went drier than the Sahara desert at what he was implying he wanted her to do. Licking her chapped lips which were drained dehydrated from his rough kisses, she drew in a shaky breath and looked at the lingerie and then back at him. Then she repeated the process again and again.

He couldn't be serious. He wasn't going to make her ... no he wasn't going to do that. She wouldn't let him!

"N-no..." she tried saying bravely but it came out garbled and dumb. Sounding like a child trying to say no to their parent when they were reprimanding them for having made an error, when they knew they had no choice but to do what they'd been told or risk being in further trouble.

"No?" he repeated her, pronouncing it in a way which said that she had better had not really said that word to him, as to give her a chance to correct what he had to have heard incorrectly before it was too late. "Do I really need to remind you again just who you are dealing with here? What I will do if you deny me?" he warned.

"I-I don't care!" she stammered pressing herself harder into her corner as if trying to locate a magical trap door so she could get out through it while knowing full well that no such quick rescue would be in her luck. "I'm not wearing this!" she howled before giving him a hard shove to try and make him back off.

But he was unphased by her sudden physical attack and didn't budge an inch. "Oh you want to try fighting me again, do you?" He taunted as he raised his arms into a mock battle stance. "Forgot how you can't win already hmm? Need to be beaten black and blue again to jog your memory?" he ridiculed, his eyes roaming over her body to the places where he could see her skin was broken with bruises from their fight, her sweat having long washed clean the layers of foundation she'd piled upon herself in a pathetic attempt to conceal them.

And watching him do that she felt even more exposed that she already was in her underwear to his penetrating gaze. It was like he was X-raying her down to her bones and was able to see just how much damage he had done to her and how much more he could do if he was simply in the mood to do so.

Her mind flashed back to that fight, that night where she had thrown everything she had in her, all her years of spy training at him only to lose and find herself pitifully at his mercy. She was helpless against him, completely helpless and it made her feel like all these years she'd thought she'd know him for, that she hadn't really known him at all.

As though he'd been hiding his true self, toying with her and her friends just for kicks and never revealing his true abilities. But now he was truly trying to harm her and she didn't know how to deal with it. She wasn't prepared. She didn't know ... what to do.

"You don't have a chance against me in battle Sam, you never did," he said right then on cue, like he was able to read her thoughts and be inside her head like some mind reader. But it wasn't her thoughts he was intercepting, it was her face, her expression.

He could tell that she was thinking to herself just where did she go wrong. How was it that she was failing to stop him now when it was possible back then? But she was misguided for thinking that because even back then in what he was sure she saw as "the glory days" of her spy career, she was a failure at stopping him.

"It took three of you girls to take me down..." he continued making fun of her. "Three," he repeated to drive that point into her brain. "Only for me to break out from WOOHP's pathetic holding facility again, and again, and again..."

It infuriated her, him rubbing that in her face acting like she didn't recall all the nights and days of her, and Clover, and Alex's lives that were interrupted chasing after him while he slipped out over and over from their clutches to cause chaos like a demon from the spirit world who had been summoned through a Ouija board session gone awry that simply could not be gotten rid of no matter what measure was taken to send it back.

"I'm not wearing this," she said again, cutting to the chase and letting him know she wouldn't do it no matter how much he tried to coax her into it by badgering her with her and WOOHP's inability to do anything to ever truly stop him to this day.

But his next words had nothing to do with him being pompous about how he was too much for WOOHP and her to handle. No what he said next was something much, much worse.

"Want me to put it on you?"

Sam's breath hitched sharply in her throat with so much force that her lungs stung, that it felt like someone had shoved a knife directly in her trachea.

Having heard her lively reaction to his suggestion he continued boldly. "I am more than capable of changing your clothes for you Samantha. In fact, I'd be more than happy to." As he said that his eyes twinkled in glee resembling that of a little kid being handed a super sized cone of their favorite ice cream to gobble down. And he licked his lips as if anticipating being given the chance to change her. Urging her to go ahead and make that foolish blunder and see how much she'd live to regret it and he'd enjoy it.

And seeing that Sam just put her arms around her knees and shuddered slightly rocking herself back and forth and trying to sooth herself. She didn't want him to touch her again with his grubby fingers under any circumstance.

She already felt violated and unclean from every time he'd put his hands on her since this nightmare began in such a way that she was genuinely anxious that she'd never be able to feel clean again. No matter how many showers and baths she took. No matter how much she scrubbed her skin.

But she didn't want to wear his lingerie herself either. No she'd much rather just ... die. Die on the spot.

Feeling trapped she started to snivel but not wanting him to see her tears she put her head down into her lap as she began to cry silently, never quite noticing the look of sheer heartbreak that formed all over Scam's face the exact second she started to shed tears. She sat there like that for a long moment just sobbing until his voice interrupted her again.

"Do what I say and ... I'll leave right after..." she heard him whisper almost sounding like he felt bad for her predicament, the one he'd put her in and offering her a small sliver of an olive branch, a tiny light at the end of the tunnel.

But that delusion of him having a misplaced fragment of a semblance of a heart inside his chest evaporated entirely when she felt him sneak a hand behind her, pushing her hair aside to reach the back of her bra.

"Or else..." he muttered threateningly as the tip of his index finger played with the first of the hooks found there, moving to undress her and act on his blackmail and leaving her to suck in her breath again painfully.

But he didn't open the hook or move any further, his hand just sat there and did nothing while his gaze bore into her as is he waited for her to decide how this was going to go. Bluffing that he was giving her that choice that he really wasn't giving her.

Her heart falling into despair, Sam was compelled to look again at the lingerie he'd brought for her. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of putting it on her body, but the thought of him, Tim Scam seeing her buck naked with the knowledge of what he wanted to do to her petrified her beyond anything, more than any other horrific thing she'd faced in all her years of existing.

And so she sealed her eyes in defeated humiliation knowing what she had to do. She had to give him what he wanted. Had to even if she didn't want to.

Opening her eyes and looking at the heartless monster before her with nothing but disdain she knew she despised the hold he had on her. Like a puppet in a puppeteer's hands, a marionette dancing on a string, a cheap, blow-doll that he could use at will to pleasure himself whenever he felt like it.

Deciding to just get this over with she reached out and pushed him with as much strength she could muster making him let go of her and this time, taking him off his feet as he fell back on his behind as she got up, huffed at him and stomped away, lingerie in hand to put it on.

Scam just chuckled as he landed thoroughly amused at her having done that to him, taken that mini bit of revenge and being a little drama queen. It was after all part of her charm to him and one on a list without end of reasons that he was all in all downright ... crazy about her.

Smiling at that thought he pulled himself to his feet and slowly began to follow after her, unable to bear one second's worth of being physically separated from her when she was this close in proximity.

"You're going to look smoking hot in that, believe me," he grinned stopping right behind where she stood with her back to him.

Sam felt her hands just itching to turn around and slap him right across his face she was that mad. He couldn't give her a millimeter of space, could he? Not even to do his damn bidding. She could see feel his buff chest pressing right into her back through her hair while he breathed down her neck restlessly.

She'd made it clear to him that she didn't want to do this with him leering at her, that was why she had walked away and yet there he was disregarding that and hounding her yet again.

"AT. LEAST. GIVE. ME. SOME. PRIVACY." She growled through gritted teeth taking a step forward only to sense him take one as well and put them at the same distance as before.

"Why?" he said and she could pick up his annoying smirk in his voice when he spoke. "You're my fiancée so I'm going to be seeing every, little square inch of you eventually." He paused to let out a disturbingly happy-sounding chuckle of joy. "Seeing and enjoying. Husband rights," he explained when she tensed, waving a hand at her airily to say it was common sense and she should understand this already.

"And you're already in your underwear mind you..." he chuckled again and Sam's yearning to now kick him right in the dick to finally cool off his desires was almost unbearable. "So it's not like there is much left that I am not already seeing."

She was just about to damn the consequences and go for it when he came and stood before her taking away her element of surprise and chance to actually hit him.

"Go ahead and change, babe." He flashed her with another one of his irritating smirks that grated her gears right into dust. "The least I should get is being able to watch after how incredibly mean you were to me."

"I am not changing in front you!" she turned and glowered resolutely, ready to kill herself to make it not so. The only way he was going to see her in that state was over her cold and dead and decomposed corpse.

He said nothing for a long moment just watching her fixedly, enamored with her, wondering if she had any idea just how much more tempting her found her when she was angry. How much more adorable she was when that light in her eyes came fully alive and she had one of her tiny outbursts on him.

The way her expression shifted as she swore at him inside her head, her forehead got that cute, dent and her full, pink lips pressed together while she took deep breaths of air unwittingly leaving her voluptuous breasts to jump and down.

So much so that he had to painstakingly, mentally imagine that he was wrapped in thousands of unbreakable chains to restrain himself from jumping her bones right then and there. It wasn't just a cliché that women looked more beautiful when they were mad, no his precious Sammie was a living, breathing example that it was true.

But as hot as he found her defiance he wasn't about to give up on viewing the heavenly spectacle of having her strip for him, one of his most coveted wishes becoming real at last now that he had the opportunity.

"Well you're not leaving bedroom until you do ... and neither am I," Scam argued as he went and stood in front of the door, the only exit like a ferocious guard dog, like the one and only Cerberus guarding the gates of hell and preventing the doomed from leaving.

Watching him as he did that Sam couldn't help but glance at the clock and her feeling of being snared only worsened when she saw that it was past 4:00 AM. A few more hours and her friend would be here to pick her up to go get their dresses fitted among other wedding errands they had scheduled for today.

And if they saw Scam with her and asked about him and she had to spill the truth then she just knew that he would count that as her tattling on him and see it as her running to WOOHP and then-

"That's right Sammie. You refuse ME and I'll make sure no one gets married…"

"Not Blaine or Darren…"

"Not your dear Alex or that blonde idiot Clover…"

"I will kill them… ALL."

"…."

"You have a choice Samantha….you have a choice..."

"Either you let four people die. Four friends that you care for die…."

"Or you marry me…"

"…."

"It's your decision…"

Grim hopelessness seized her as she remembered all too well his threat, his damning threat. And she knew she had no choice but to wear it and wear it in front of him. Her eyes landed back on him and she glared embers towards him, wanting the son-of-a-bitch to drop dead before walking to the farthest corner of the room she could find from where he currently stood and turning her back to him.

In that position she knew that her hair, due to it being so long and ending well past her butt would cover most of her from him. But still she hesitated because she could still feel his gaze cemented on her, attached to her body like some kind of ticking time bomb about to explode.

"Ticktock..." she heard Scam murmur in a singsong voice once again revealing to her just how well he knew what she was thinking and slowly she began to undress herself.

Her cheeks flamed as her ears picked up on the sounds of his low wolf whistles of enjoyment and indecent, uncouth remarks of "hot damn" and "damn girl" while she caught him fanning himself from her peripheral while she did that and she couldn't get over the feeling that she was putting on a strip show for him minus him throwing bills of money at her.

She was careful to drop her bra and underwear on the floor right in front of her so that he couldn't zip over, pick them up and take them home as a souvenir. She wouldn't put anything past him anymore.

When she finally got the lingerie on herself, to her absolute, gut wrenching terror she found that it did fit her perfectly just as he'd promised. And she didn't want to know just how he'd gotten her size down to a "T". Busying herself with trying to get on the body chain included to distract herself from that thought, she found herself struggling, having never worn anything like this in all her life.

And seeing her failing in figuring out how to do that Scam just smiled to himself becoming even more smitten with her than he already was. He thoroughly took delight in the fact that she was such an innocent girl, leaving him to be the one to get to taint her with his color of immorality.

"Here, let me help you with that," he said walking over to her and taking the chain from her fidgeting fingers. Placing the chain around her neck he pulled her hair through it, before Instructing her to lift her arms and letting the looped chains wrap around her body and crisscross around her hips as he closed the clasp at the back.

And watching how it settled perfectly on her frame and hugged her slim waist he couldn't help but drool. "God have mercy..." he thought to himself as he watched her spellbound and bewitched.

He just loved the shape her body, her petite figure soo damn much. He'd seen many a women's bodies but none compared to hers. She was absolutely, goddamn perfect. He was entranced with her, every itty bitty part of her.

Unable to help himself he began to trace along where the chain touched her body with his finger; around the base of her willowy neck, then down her toned shoulders, dribbling down her ample cleavage and belly and then finally across her hips.

Every second he touched her he felt his excitement grow more and more, every caress of her porcelain skin igniting his every pore. The things he wanted to do to her body ... if he could only have a chance.

Unnoticed by him Sam stood there squirming as she felt his fingers leaving an invisible trail all over her. And with him having put that chain on her she honestly felt like he'd officially placed a slave collar around her neck, branding her like cattle. All that was really left for her to do now was to drop down to the floor and crawl on hands and knees and woof at his command like his literal lap dog.

Having had given him enough time to stare at her in this thing she was wearing that barely qualified as clothing Sam decided enough was enough. He had to have gotten his fill by now. She had given him what he'd asked for and it was time he kept up his end and left her the hell alone.

Pushing his hand away from her body she shot him a glare and spoke with as much dignity as she could in this situation. "I did what you asked me to do, now go. Enough is enough!" she seethed.

Snapping out the blissful daze seeing her like this had put him in, Scam smirked down at her teasingly. "Oh I think I'll be the judge of that, sweetheart," he smugly stated leaving her confused as he moved away from her.

But only until he went and sat on her bed. His eyes never left her as he made himself comfortable by gathering up the pillows and arranging them just so before leaning back against them, crossing his arms and placing his head on top of them as he lazily crossed one leg over the other, reclining elegantly as he waited for his entertainment to begin.

And Sam realized sunkenly that she had been wrong. No he hadn't gotten his fill of dishonoring her just yet. He hadn't received what he felt was his money's worth. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he had stripped away every ounce, every spec, every modicum of self worth she had left just as he'd made her strip away her clothes.

He raised a finger at her motioning for her pose herself in a certain way for him and she felt ill. He was literally treating her like some ... some ... prostitute. Standing there before him dressed like this, dressed so scantily in the lonely darkness of a bedroom made her feel like he was her client and she was the hooker he had paid for for the night to do whatever he wanted to, to play sinful games with for his own titillation.

"Go on..." she heard him order her, his voice demanding, his eyes darker than burnt coal as he watched her every move while he sat there panting lustfully atop her mattress. "Put your hands on your waist, and push out your chest-"

He stopped mid-sentence to give her a disapproving frown and a death glare when she didn't move like clockwork at his request and just stood there staring at him appalled.

"I said go on!" he hollered roughly making her jump a little at the pure murder in his tone, promising her pain and further suffering if she didn't dance to his tune like a well-functioning, wind-up toy should.

Stiffly Sam complied with his request and awkwardly placed her hands where he'd told her to and very slightly pushed her chest forward but looked down, glaring heatedly at the floor, unable to meet eyes with him. She couldn't believe he was making her do this.

His voice went calm again when he saw her obeying him. "Mmhmm, nice..." he commented and Sam had to fight the bile that was in her throat with extreme effort at how condescending he sounded saying that. As if him salivating over her body was any kind of prize or reason to be proud for her.

"Now lift up your hair, let me see all of you," came his next instruction and when she did that he let out a joyful chuckle, clearly having the thrill of his life making her do this. "That's great, work that body just like that," he remarked, letting his eyes wander all over her front side before asking to turn around.

When she stared at him blankly wanting to know why, he winked. "So I can see that perfect ass of yours," he said shamelessly. She stood rooted to the spot for a second wondering how to do this to give him as less fulfillment as possible because it was clear to her by now that her discomfort was his ultimate goal. When she figured it out she put her hair down and very quickly spun around in a quick circle.

But when she heard him laugh at her she knew that he wasn't going to let her get away with that.

"No, no, no..." he said, still sniggering at her oh so cute attempt to evade him. "Not like that." He took a moment to change his posture on the bed, sitting up on the edge of it so that he could see her more closely up than before.

"First lift up your hair, then turn around slowly so I can appreciate your ... assets."

Hearing his disgusting wordplay and how he'd laid out detailed instructions for her Sam felt herself become further incensed. He knew exactly what he wanted from her and would not stop until he wrung it out of her one way or another.

"Go on," she heard him bark once more, sounding displeased at having to wait. Picking her hair up again Sam closed her eyes in shame as she began to turn around and let him see her the way he wanted to.

"I'm gonna kill you Scam…" she first whispered to herself under her breath then found herself screaming it louder, louder and louder till the room almost shook from the force of her shouts. "I swear to God I will end you!"

Once again he refused to take her seriously as she heard the sound of his laughter rumble from his throat and echo throughout her room like an earthquake, much noisier and scarier than her threat to him.

"When you threaten me like that baby, you know all it does is turn me on," he said nonchalantly, getting up from her bed now that he'd decided that the repulsive show he had forced her to put on for him was over and slowly walking to where she stood convulsing from hate.

Reaching out her stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers and grinned at her pervertedly. "I'm starting to think that you do it on purpose."

"Shut up!" Sam roared at him, now spitting on him from rage as she raised her hand to push his away and then slap him only to be left gasping in alarm when his hand shifted first and tightly grabbed her jaw.

Sam whimpered as he squeezed his fingertips into the sides of her cheeks, leaving imprints there as he looked back at her domineeringly, letting her feel how frail, how small, how inept she was compared to him. A difference he knew she understood too well when all the charge in her eyes was snubbed out within a second of him having done that, as if he had blasted her with a fire extinguisher and reduced her fire to nothing but useless, obliterated remains.

Her lips quivered but she was unable to say a word to him. And when she finally took her gaze off of him choosing to instead look away he smirked at how well his brutality worked on her like a magic amulet.

"It's gonna happen Sam and you know it," he released her jaw before pulling her in a tight embrace that pressed her to him entirely and left not even space for a fly to squeeze between the two of them.

"No you're much too smart not to know that, after all your intelligence is one of your most attractive attributes to me," he mused looking at the girl in his arms with unabashed fever.

"So why not give in, hmm? When all you do when you resist is entertain me?" he asked pulling her even deeper into him as if trying to forcefully make them become one body, attempting to absorb and consume her essence like the Grim Reaper.

Sam remained motionless under his fervour and just kept glaring holes into the wall she was staring at not wanting to provide him the rise he was trying to get out of her. But he knew he still retained her attention and so he went on trying to make her change her mind on resisting him.

"Make it easier on yourself darling…" he sighed tiredly resting his forehead against her shoulder as he kept her glued to him. "Why do you want to fight? That's all we've done since we've known one another, for all the years since the day we met."

He frowned deeply into her skin and shook his head in disapproval. "All those years could have been much better spent enjoying each other's company. What a waste of time," he complained sounding pained, opening his eyes and looking at her again up close.

She was so beautiful, so incredibly divine.

When he thought about all the times he could have made love to her in these past many years, easily losing count of moments she had been close enough to him to reach out and touch and he'd done nothing about it... it made him absolutely mental.

All the ample missed opportunities to seduce her, push her onto her back, tear her clothes open, mount her, fuck her and hear her scream out his name. It made him want to go back into the past somehow, locate himself, and force that Tim Scam to set his own fucking priorities straight.

His grip on her became harder not wanting to let her get away from him now as he had idiotically let her then. An unforgettable, unforgivable mistake.

"Let's not repeat old bad habits now…" he said to her softly, quietly while he rocked her body in his arms slowly from side to side as one would swing a pendulum to induce hypnosis on their target.

"Let's just get along now like grown-ups , kay baby?" he cooed into her ear, kissing it and slightly sucking at her earlobe, his tongue licking in circles at where it was pierced making her press her teeth together inside her mouth to keep herself from making a peep.

"Let's just ... have fun together..." she heard him groan. And when his hands slipped to her back and tug away at the flimsy ties that kept the lingerie on her body with gusto she snapped, finally having had it up to her limits.

"… Over my dead body!" She yelled, swiveling herself to loosen his forced embrace, as she used her fists to pummel his chest and show him much she didn't want him anywhere near her. Just how much she hated his guts.

But he again didn't seem to be hindered by her protests. "Dead body?" he let out a chuckle pushing his nose up against hers and looking her straight into her eyes. "Into necrophilia now, are we Sammie?" he purred forcing a disgusted gasp from her despite all her attempts to keep it in.

He was basically telling her that even if she somehow died he would still not let her go without sleeping with her. No, he'd rape her carcass and then blame her for not stopping him. This man's brain was so far gone into the gutter it was like he didn't have one at all and instead had a boundless cavern of filth in its place.

Hearing him giggling to himself childishly at her sour face at his words Sam knew she hated hearing that laughter. Loathed him milking her misery for every drop and drinking it down with infinite appetite. And she had had it with him demeaning her.

"You got what you wanted, leave!" she screeched pushing him so hard that his back ended up hitting one of the room's four walls with an audible thud. Pointing at the door she shouted again for him to get lost all the while juddering from adrenaline like a geyser just ready to burst sky high.

But he just smirked at her when he recovered from the blow mere seconds later, got off the wall and slowly walked around her in a circle. She could feel the front of his boots brush against her bare toes and his body's heat whiz around her as he moved at a snail's pace, and she did her best to hold her ground, to believe that he would keep his word for once because she had kept hers to him this time.

A moment later when she saw him unlock the bedroom door and twist the handle she finally closed her eyes and let out the breath she had been holding, relieved only to yelp seconds later in panic when she felt herself being grabbed again.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Sam wailed feeling Scam's arms surround her like carnivorous vines as he clung her to him all the while forcefully dragging her closer and closer to her bed.

Gasping she fought against him in any way that she could; pushing at him, clawing, hitting, stepping on his feet to not let him succeed.

But he battled right back unwilling to give up. A wrestling match ensued and in the end, with a frustrated growl of rage Scam ended up flinging her against the large bay window at the foot of her bed. He locked her into place by grabbing her waist and slamming her against the curtains when she wouldn't' hold still.

Sam grimaced at the pain when he did that again and again until she finally relented and stopped struggling. And then he used his own body to pin her there securely. Now tightly sandwiched between the window and his body, Sam found herself rapidly gargling for air.

But her feeling of breathlessness only became more unbridled when she caught the look Scam was giving her. His eyelids were lowered three quarters of the way, the light of the moon making the shadows of his eyelashes blend into his tear lines in a way that his eyes looked as if they had no white in them whatsoever.

Scam looked drunk, possessed, stoned, and hungry to the point of starvation as he eyed her transfixed. And she could almost physically feel what little clothes she wore becoming undone by themselves solely from that look. She felt naked, entirely undressed in his hold. A feeling that was becoming far too familiar when it came to him. Becoming a habit.

Terror stricken at that realization, Sam writhed and thrashed her body in his arms in a manner resembling a patient receiving electro-shock therapy but he just stood there not moving a muscle in response, unaffected as the level of lust in his gaze only rose higher and higher like a massive tidal wave ready to ravage everything in its path.

His face chilled her more than anything she had ever seen. His famished expression while he eyed her like a prime piece of juicy meat. No man had ever looked at her in this way. She could almost read the dirty, dirty things he wanted to do to her as he ogled at her face and body endlessly.

It was evil and almost barbaric, dripping with tyrannical intent. She could taste his libido so badly that she felt like she was choking on it, drowning inside it. She couldn't breathe. She gulped dryly feeling her lungs empty themselves entirely of their reservoir of air.

Oh God, she couldn't ... breathe.

And as she was at war with herself to not simply pass out on the spot he moved and kissed her hard, his mouth encasing hers fully, stealing her last mouthful of air.

"Mmph!" Sam squeaked weakly as her eyes bulged and she pushed her head back desperate to put some distance between their mouths, no matter how puny. But Scam just roared from the pit his throat like a wounded tiger and started slamming her into the window again.

He did it once, then again, and again until she started to ache. He dug his body into hers deeper and deeper until there was no where for her to run, then the grip of his lips on hers became even more constricted making her head swim around inside itself.

She was going to faint, she could feel herself losing consciousness and her brain simply started to detonate right then and there when Scam started to grind himself against her.

"Mmmm!" Sam exclaimed in muffled surprise as her eyes strained in her sockets feeling as if they'd shoot out any second. He alternated the agility with which his hips moved against hers, slow at first but then picking up in tempo as he grinded into her mercilessly, amplifying the torture she felt from the friction of his body on hers. The feeling was maddening and her body didn't even feel solid anymore. No it felt like it had spontaneously caught fire. Her entire being felt as if it was up in flames, as if she were a piece of firewood burning inside a thundering bonfire on the hottest night of summer.

She tried and tried to push him away, to make him stop but couldn't do it. And some moments later she let out a very weak, very reluctant moan against his lips, unable to keep it inside her despite how badly she tried. He had been rubbing up to her for a while now and there only so much she could take. And only then did he finally break the kiss, when he had gotten the reaction he had wanted out of her.

Feeling the exclusive high he only got from being around her, Scam smiled and spoke against her mouth while she panted raggedly trying to recover much-needed oxygen into her lungs, while being forced to breath in his scent with every breath and swallow it because he was still that close to her.

"You know..." he whispered to her hotly, his tongue darting out and sweeping across the crevices of her twittering lips. "I could make a nice little home inside you right now."

And all of the air Sam had managed to collect in those few seconds was snatched from her instantly when he aligned himself against her pressing his erection right into her pelvis, his manhood only feeling more swollen and bigger that she already remembered it being due to what he'd just been doing with it.

And disturbingly... she felt her own womanhood start to vibrate in response.

Gasping she pushed both her palms to his chest to try and remove him from her again but like always he wasn't bothered. No he seemed to rather enjoy her touching him as she felt him get even harder as he still remained pressed against her.

She yanked her hands away from him when she realized that was probably because she was touching his bare skin and was unintentionally adding to his hard-on.

He laughed at her then, no doubt finding her cute as he reached out and picked up her hands right back up and placed them where they had been just a second before, right on his torso as if that was where they belonged, as if that was their eternal resting place.

"And you would enjoy it if you just loosened up and stopped fighting it," he said, going back to his previous statement. His thumb began to trace her hairline before dripping down the rest of her face and outlining her features tenderly.

He massaged her skin lightly leaving her eyelids to flutter from the soft feeling and then proceeding to catch her off guard when he contrasted that just seconds after with raw aggression, grabbing at the chain on her body harshly and pulling her towards him with it like a leash.

"Stop fighting it!" He hissed demandingly, ordering her as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck. His mouth opened and his tongue curled out and licked her there in a long stroke that went all the way down to the valley in between her breasts.

She could feel the heat of his tongue as it moved on her flesh, his saliva leaving cool trails on her in a way that made her tremor. Her eyes began tangoing inside her sockets again and with every stroke of the tip of his tongue they rolled back farther and father inside until her pupils could no longer be seen.

He glanced up at her face with his own still in her chest and noted how she stood there resembling a textbook photograph of a demonic possession. Stress lines were apparent around her eyes, her lips were stretched so tight over her mouth to hush herself from letting out another sound of enjoyment that he would almost pity her and stop...

If it wasn't for the fact that he could sense her wanting just as strongly as her attempts to ward him off. Yes he could taste her arousal. He could smell it. See it. And he could tell how much her body really wanted this, wanted his.

And so he kept feasting on her neck, licking it rapidly and making her arch her back harder and harder and gasp more and more as if her spirit was exiting her body and she was taking her final breaths.

Her neck was a sweet spot on her he realized at the same moment that she did and that pushed him to keep torturing her with it, using it as a weapon and wanting to crack her down.

Grabbing her hair in a fist he pulled at the roots to make neck arc back more and he licked the hollow of her throat seductively before ambushing her with more unyielding kisses. Down her neck then back up again, then left, then right, each kiss more blistering and rapacious than the last.

Shivering Sam wanted to tell him to cut it out, wanted to scream in his face for him to stop doing this to her but try and she might she couldn't summon any words. It was as if she had entirely forgotten how to speak, as if she'd never learned how to.

The only sounds that came from her lips were gasps and purrs , sighs and moans, like she was speaking in tongues, reciting the language of lust which was so unknown to her.

An unfamiliar and strange feeling was spreading through her. It was hot and cold at the same time, both blissful and tortuous and her pores felt as if they popping like bubble wrap in a vacuum chamber.

It was coming through her in waves and she was tingling from head to toe. And when Scam started to softly bite into her neck, leaving little hickeys she had to clamp her mouth shut till it hurt to keep from calling his name.

"I could make you feel sooo good Sam," she heard him say with his teeth still stuck inside her skin as he snacked away clearly trying to make her reach her breaking point even faster and give him permission to do this. Encouraging her to let him have the one thing he wanted so much; to sleep with her.

Knowing it could never happen she shook her head no although her movement was slow and laborious and hardly detectable. He seemed to pick up on it though and it bothered him that she was still opposing him.

Why was she fighting so much attraction? So much lust? Why was she tormenting herself when she didn't have to? Who was she trying so hard to be a good girl for? No one else was here but him and her!

He resumed his attack on her body and amped it up recalling the last time that he had, he'd had an effect. His hands moved up and landed on her breasts before locating her nipples. He started to circle his thumbs there repeatedly leaving her to whimper. The fabric of the lingerie was so thin that she could feel every cleft in the pads of his thumbs as he fondled her there. And she could soon feel them perking up even though she didn't want them to.

It was like Scam had found her body's hidden secret manual and knew just what to do to push her buttons, to make it perform functions that she didn't even know it had installed.

Her mounds got even harder when he started to pinch at them a little and roll them between his fingertips expertly. He did that for a few moments making her shudder before his hands wrapped around the entirety of her chest, groping and squeezing her breasts. Soft then hard, applying more and more pressure, slowly touching every centimeter of them before curving around the bottom of her bust and letting them bounce in his hands up and down and then side to side.

He could feel her getting wobbly now, as she melted more and more like butter in his arms. And it further confirmed to him that she wanted this. This was not how a woman fought off a man when she was being assaulted. No, this was the equivalent of a woman moaning out "no" while pulling him closer to her for more. All her "resistance" then, was phony and he saw right through it.

Letting her breasts go and grinning to himself when his ears picked up on the slightest bit of a mewl of complaint from her, he moved down her body. His mouth, open and breathing fire forced sweat to pour from her skin with its hotness as it moved down her neck, between her breasts all the way down to her waist.

He breathed against her stomach making it tighten as his hands gripped her waist, holding her tight as he slid himself down and sat on his feet so that her pelvis was right in his face.

He wanted to show her just what he could offer her. He knew chaste Sammie had only ever gotten so far as kissing and that was it. Perhaps if he showed her just how wonderful he could make her feel, how truly incredible a man like him could feel on a woman like her ... then she'd surrender to it. After all, she almost had some time ago.

The memory of the sight of her moistened panties came back to him and suddenly he knew just what he had to do to make her beg for him.

Slowly he began to place a row of butterfly kisses against her waistline. His tongue soon replaced his lips as he licked small patterns into her there before returning to her navel and licking a line from that point all the way down to crotch.

She jerked when he planted a kiss there and he smiled at that, lifting her foot and placing it up on his knee to gain more access to her as his mouth moved against the inner side of her thigh and nibbled and munched on her flesh like his favorite treat all the way down until he reached the garter on her leg.

Without hesitation he bit it with his teeth, making her gasp as he removed it, sliding it down her leg. One of his hands remained on her hip kneading her side like dough while the other whistled along the backside of her leg, tracing the sweat off her calf as his palm rubbed against it while he pulled the garter all the way off and tossed it behind his shoulder.

Next he picked up her foot higher towards his face and kissed her toes one at time watching how they curled inwards in reflex before setting it down and grabbing her hips with both hands again as he pulled her closer to him.

His fingers moved again tracing where fabric met her supple flesh in the area that her legs joined to her torso before he slowly propped her legs apart. He positioned her so that they stayed parted and her underwear pressed hard against the area it concealed.

Two fingers crawled up then and forced the fabric to become even more taut, it not going unnoticed by him how she seemed to thrust herself forward, a sign of subconscious submission and the green light he needed to keep going.

Sam wasn't an idiot, he knew. She had a firm grasp of human anatomy being the nerd that she was and so had to know what he was about to do next, where he was set to go and yet she wasn't struggling to get away.

Encouraged he took the chance and his finger very gently, very slyly prodded her from above the cloth of the lingerie, just barely … dipping inside her vagina.

Her state of silence was ended immediately as she let out a deafening shriek.

"Scam!" she gasped shrilly, her eyes flying wide not believing that he had just done that nor how good it had felt. And he was driven by the fact that she had just screamed his name and for once not in discontent but in pleasure. Pure, unhampered ... pleasure.

Wanting to hear it again, savoring how it had sounded, even better than it always did in his imagination, he kept going, rubbing his finger inside her in circles, and strokes, massaging her opening and making her quake with satisfaction.

And he knew that if she thought his fingers felt good then what he was about to do next should drive her pretty much over the edge.

His tongue joined in suddenly and Sam felt quite precisely as if she was dying. This was purgatory, this had to be what it felt like to be sentenced in the inferno of Hades, she thought as her pasty fingers pulled and tugged distressedly at the curtains behind her seeking some kind of discharge from her agony.

It didn't take long for the rod to start rattling as her nails started to leave tears in the delicate silk from her constant battery.

"Sca-Sca-" she gasped, wanting to tell him to stop touching her as she should but she still couldn't find it in herself to speak. Still she tried again futilely. Opening her mouth she tried to say what she must but all she could get out was, "St-st-" and a "N-nnn-"

Why was this so difficult? She asked herself, resentment filling her down to her core like cement converting to concrete. He was ... he was ... violating her! She didn't want this, she tried to convince herself although every bit of her body was saying otherwise as it helplessly dissolved like sugar in boiling water under the mind-numbing force of his seductions.

"No... it can't be..." Sam thought thrashing wildly like a leaf being torn to pieces in the most bitter of arctic winds as she tried to get herself on track only to fail again and again as he continually tormented her without fail with the most vulnerable area on her female body. "Noooooo..."

Loving the miracles his tongue was working on the redhead of his dreams, Scam located her inner folds from over the lace with the tip of his tongue with ease and began to use those to his advantage, heightening her excruciation when he rhythmically and repeatedly flexed his tongue along those achingly sensitive lines.

Sam now gasped aloud for air unable to stop herself and wanting to murder herself for that. But no matter how much she willed herself not to, how unforgivingly she bit her cheek, her lips, her own tongue to resist till the point that she tasted blood, soon she was moaning and groaning forsakenly in reaction to the cruciation her body was being torpedoed with at his hands.

His tongue felt like a whip and every swift lash of it made her feel as though she was being flogged, pulverized, and mutilated beyond repair.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! A-" She choked messily on her own moan, making a wickedly lustful sound before resuming moaning once more as he shoved his tongue deeper and deeper inside her, wriggling with the native vigour and speed of a snake and drawing more lamented cries out of her mouth while she moved her body about as violently as a fish abruptly removed from water. "A-Ahhhh! Oh! Oh! Oooooh!"

Realizing by now that her mouth was useless since for some reason beyond her understanding she couldn't talk, she decided to try a different approach. Removing her hands from the curtain she tried pushing Scam away from her.

But when her fingers made contact with his skin she found her fingers gripping him tightly instead as her nails began to twist inside the flesh of his strong shoulder blades and muscular arms unconsciously pulling him even closer to herself.

Feeling her do that was all the motivation Scam needed to keep going. Maybe a week ago before their secret rendezvous began he'd think she didn't know what her doing that to him meant. But he had told her himself hadn't he?

"Everyone knows when a woman scratches at a man's back or chest during an ... INTIMATE moment, that she wants MORE."

And he knew she had to remember that. No she wasn't so naive anymore now that he'd gotten his hands on her. She couldn't use that as an excuse no more. Which led him to only one logical conclusion. She knew exactly what she was doing, just what she was asking him for, begging for.

He couldn't help but smirk knowing that if she could hear the sounds she was making right now when she was calm then she'd never believe she had ever made them, that they had come from her own pious, little lips.

Not from shy, innocent, angelic Samantha. No, she couldn't be such a wanton. She couldn't be such a glutton for sin. For him.

"I could give you so much pleasure Samantha ..." he grunted, tongue still inside her. The vibration of his voice thrummed within her and made her insides pulsate even more. The way he said her name, so ferally like an undomesticated animal made her backbone shiver as if she was naked in the arctic on a slab of glacier ice and it was raining ice cubes from the sky.

"Pleasure beyond your wildest dreams..." he propositioned now being able to taste her as the thin lace began to dampen from her keen state of arousal.

Sam writhed, flailed, heaved, and screamed as she felt him eat her up, eagerly lap up her fluids through the veil of black cloth and from where some of it had splashed out onto her thighs. And she tasted syrupy to him, sweeter than honey. Just as delicious as he'd known she'd be.

"On a level you won't even believe can exist..." he uttered with confidence oozing from his tone as he felt her leak more and more first like a tap and then gushing freely like a waterfall.

And it gave him an ego boost like nothing ever had before. The fact that he could make her react like this without really being inside her, with just his tongue and fingers, not even really giving what he could to her fully. That he could make her do this even though she claimed so often to hate him. It made him believe that she didn't really hate him all that much after all.

That their moment of consummation was coming near, inching closer and closer. That glorious moment when they'd become one. Something he needed more than he'd ever needed anything before.

She'd flicked a switch on inside him, lit a fire that only she could put out. He had never once wanted another woman this badly. The way he wanted her, it was legitimately making him lose any sanity he had left. He needed her and he needed her now.

"Let me teach you what true pleasure is. What it feels like..." His tongue kept clicking over and over against the same place on her body that he so severely wanted to enter with another part of his body, the one that was made to be in her and just for that purpose.

He was dying to be her first, her first and last. To let her feel what her friends felt when they were with their lovers only more ecstasy, more satisfaction , most chemistry than any of them could ever muster or fathom.

"Let me be inside you..." he drawled when he at last felt her walls tremble and burst like a dam as she was unable to take anymore and reached her climax.

"Uhhhh... Oooohhhh!" Sam purred from deep in throat as she bristled from head to toe with her orgasm. Her voice came out hoarse and guttural and he'd never heard a sexier sound, a more lovely melody than that of her cries of satisfaction.

Her legs buckled under her after that and he stood up, supporting her weight so that she wouldn't fall. "Let me take you..." Scam growled with his mouth pressed into her sternum and she could feel her own liquids that he'd drawn from her there making her face become even warmer than it already was. The skin of her cheeks felt like hot goo and radiated heat like a clay vessel baking inside a roaring kiln.

"Let me become part of you..." she heard him urge, his voice seemed to be throbbing as bad as her body was right now while her mind was hazy, delirious from the gratification that was reverberating through her every inch.

She felt him move again as he pushed himself even closer, invading her, squishing her heavily in a way that she could feel all his body's weight against her as he once again pressed his bulging member into her now moistened, lubricated and readied entrance.

Once more she felt it react only with even more noticeable zeal than before. She tried feebly pressing her legs together to make it stop but all that did was made her feel, more clearly the flow of wetness that was still streaming out of her readily after what Scam had done in there.

And at that she started to wheeze harder, her breaths coming and going hastily as she felt all her blood rush to her head. The temperature of her body refused to come back down like a critical case of hyperpyrexia. She felt drugged, spiked, hijacked. Her brain wasn't her own anymore as nothing rational seemed to be inside it.

All she could do was feel. Feel what he was forcing her to feel in this moment. The wants of her body. Her innate, animalistic, primitive and carnal thirsts. The very thing he wanted her to focus on and forget all else as he made evident with his next whisper.

"You want this ... you know you do," Scam told her, emboldened by her muted state. She would be launching a thousand profanities at him by now if she was upset with how he'd touched her. She'd be crying at him desecrating the temple of her body, be ready to kill him or die trying if she felt sullied.

But she wasn't. She wasn't.

"So let it happen..."

"..."

The way he'd said that made it sound like it would be so easy. That it'd be so simple to just let it be. That any hesitations that she had were just inside her head and not real at all. All insignificant. All imaginary. All make-believe.

Slowly opening her eyes Sam found herself distractedly taking him in, really looking at Tim Scam.

He was ... he was gorgeous, even she couldn't deny that. She'd known it from the second she'd laid eyes on him way back when. Her emerald eyes slowly trailed over his entire form as he stood there close enough for her to take in every physical detail that made up the man that he was.

His color was tan and his skin looked smooth, a polar contradiction to how rough of a person he was. His form was so strong, those shoulders were so massive and broad, his biceps well defined, his chest so toned and large and made of robust planes flaunting the prime condition he kept himself in.

He was ridiculously fit, not an ounce of unneeded fat anywhere to be found and she could see the powerful abs in his stomach vanish beneath the jeans that covered his lower half. He was so masculine, built with such perfection just like a state-of-the-art machine. The definition of what was meant with the proverbial description of a guy being tall, dark, and handsome.

Her eyes landed on his face which was just as pleasing to look at as his physique. His laser cut cheekbones, that slightly crooked nose, that structured jaw, those full, soft-looking lips. His entire aura gave off a vibe of rugged male beauty, sexuality.

But the most mesmerizing aspect of him by far were his eyes. Those damn eyes that haunted her in the worst of ways. Like a phantom, a spectre, like her own personal poltergeist. They always had.

Eyes the classic color of poison, green speckled with blue and fully made him a real personification of the cursed apple of Eden, a manifestation of the fruit from the forbidden tree that was eaten by Eve and Adam. The symbol for temptation, the fall of morality and most importantly ... sin.

Just like it he was pulling her to do wrong, become impure, adulterated like him. To go down the rabbit hole of no return and lose her sense of self entirely. Lose herself in him.

The touches that came next were gentler than anything she'd ever felt from him ... from anyone.

He traced his lips against her neck, then up her face, under her eyes, down to her cheeks and brushing against her jaw, her chin, then hovered across her lips in a lingering way. Touching but not touching, as he both held and didn't hold her. His hands were pressed to either side of her head instead of on her. The only part of him really touching her now was the sweat of his body which coated hers. She felt every drop of it as it drizzled upon her skin from the surface his own like raindrops.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

A bead of it came from his forehead and landed perfectly on the cupid's bow of her lips, blending into it and disappearing. In exactly the way a seed was planted into the lap of the fertile earth.

And then she heard him whisper ever so quietly to her. She'd never heard him sound more needful, more defenseless, vulnerable. There was no arrogance there in his words as there normally was to be found in spades. No ego or mockery. There was just ... longing.

"...Give into me."

And she felt temptation overtake her in a way it never had before. Sweep her over as cravings awakened inside of her that she'd never felt before. As if the girl she had known herself to be since forever was suddenly someone else. Someone she didn't recognize as the man that was before her suddenly became just that ... a man. The sole solution to her body's tumultuous, uncontrollable thirst.

Just a man and not an villain, her enemy.

And she became ... a woman.

Just a woman and not a spy, his enemy.

Scam pulled himself back just a little more, their faces still touching and connection unbroken. His mouth stayed sealed but his eyes rusted with passion gazed so deeply into hers, straight into her soul as they still silently persuaded her to cave, as he for once in all her years of knowing him waited, waited for her to make up her mind. To make the next move instead of him.

Licking her lips and drawing in a smouldering breath Sam stared back at him equally silent. Her own eyes hooded and murky, her mouth watering, and her face stained red with a shade of lust so vivid, so blatant that it was easy to see even at this ungodly hour of night. All in all, a perfect picture of eroticism.

Completely caught up in each other, absorbed in the blazing moment, neither of them were aware that they weren't alone. That they were being intently watched by another set of eyes.

That a third person was also waiting to know what happened next between the two.

Waiting to see ... with baited breath.

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DUN DUN DUN ...

Or is this even a dun dun dun ending lmao? Idk. I been dealing with serious cramps (yay some tmi for you people) but I battled through them to write this and I'm so happy to finally have this up!

Not to go work on some other stories that have been needing updating for years! x_x

Once again please, please, PLEASEEEEEEEEE leave me a review if you read this. I am dying to hear your reactions and theories on what you think is going to happen next! Especially on that ending!

Ciao for now!

Cresenta *heart*