Warnings: slight BSDM, underage.
Sam Pov
At least we still have hot water. Sam thought. She had just got into the shower, sighing happily while she got surrounded by steam. She closed her blue eyes and ran a hand
through her light brown hair.
After five minutes, she got out. Sam quickly dried her hair, then wrapped herself with a white towel and went to her dark room. There was only the light coming from the
window.
"Well, you took your time."
Sam jumped, terrified, before realizing that a grinning Drake was sitting on her grungy armchair. He appeared completely calm.
"Merwin! You … You almost scared me to death!" Sam hissed, impulsively covering herself with the towel.
He rolled his eyes, annoyed.
Sam opened her closet, pretending to look for something. He deserved to wait. Only after a couple of minutes she turned towards him.
He was in the same relaxed position, but his grey, cold eyes were fixed on her covered body. Sam shivered. She surely had his attention. It looked like he wanted to devour
her.
What do you want me to do, Merwin? She thought, feeling a thrill of excitement. She could knelt between his legs, or…
It almost looked like he read her thoughts, because he ordered: " Come here."
Sam came unhurriedly forward, letting the towel drop.
Drake widened his eyes. He quickly tried to grab her wrist, but she backed off grinning.
In a heartbeat she was seated atop Drake's lap, above his still clothed legs. "Don't provoke me." He warned. But for once he didn't look angry.
It was a strange situation, straddling naked her… Lover? Boyfriend? Sam played absently with a hole in his jeans.
"Do you want to try something new?"
"What? Another boring stroll?"
He pinched hard her skinny hip. "No. I want to tie you to the bed. " And, smirking. he pulled out some rusty handcuffs. They shined in the moonlight.
Sam stared at him, shocked. Her first impulse was to laugh in his face hissing "There's no way in hell, Merwin!". She didn't trust him so much. What would have stopped him
from knocked her out or worse if she was tied to the bed? He was dangerous. And untrustworthy. And totally crazy.
Drake was looking at her, clearly pleased of her confusion. The tentacle stroked gently her leg. Sam swallowed, looking for a way out without making him angry.
"You can handcuff me." She said slowly. "But we have to stay in this position."
"Why?"
So I can burn you if you get crazy. "This is new too, no?"
He shrugged and rolled his eyes again. "If I really have too…"
Drake Pov.
Drake was quite satisfied. Sam was entirely naked, moaning gently as he kissed her neck and played with her breasts. She was caressing his hair and Drake could feel the
cold steel of the handcuffs on his neck.
She was needy, needy of him, and Drake let his hand slips between her thighs, while the tentacle held her waist. I could sink my teeth into her neck. Until it bleeds, until she
dies gurgling her own blood. The thought aroused him and he started to hastily unbuttons his pants. Sam instinctively tried to help, but her hands were still tied, so she had
to wait. Then his dick was free, and Sam leisurely sank on him with a sigh, arching her back and closing her eyes.
She stopped for a minute, getting used to him inside of her, then started to move slowly. Little moans escape from her lips, mixed to his name.
Drake started to move his hips, at first slowly, then faster, harder, biting her neck while with his hand felt her back, ass, legs.
"Drake, oh…" She moaned, opening her eyes. "Drake…"
"S…" He almost hissed her name, while his orgasm got closer. He thrust harder, kissing every piece of her skin that he could reach… Sam…
She came with a broken sound, clenching around his shaft, and he followed almost immediately. For once, Drake didn't repress the moan sinking his teeth into her body.
They stayed like that for a while, catching their breath. Sam's cheek were red and she had a strange, languid face.
After a while, Drake freed her handcuffed hands and brought her almost bridal style to bed, where he stared at her until she fell asleep.
Sam Pov
Sam woke up when someone rang the doorbell.
"I'm coming!" She yelled sleepily. She was pretty sure that it was Astrid or Taylor, to inform her about some trouble.
Drake was sleeping sprawled out on bed, shirtless. He looked almost angelic, but the horrible scarlet tentacle ruined the effect. Feeling brave, she kissed his forehead and
went down the stairs.
I hope Astrid doesn't notice the handcuffs signs. She thought with an half smile. Maybe I'm getting used to him. Maybe it can really work between us.
She got dressed and opened the door.
"Quinn? What are you doing here?"
Sorry for any grammatical error! Hope you like it!