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Old 11-07-2017, 08:35 PM   #126
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Samantha arched her back with a gasp, pushing her breasts up. Cool air rushed over them to replace the warmth of the wax and her nipples puckered tightly. "Master!" She could feel the blood rushing to the surface, her flesh pinking up where the wax had been peeled away.

Everett leaned over, swiping his tongue across the heated flesh, before catching one nipple in his teeth and tugging.

Tossing her head back with a hiss, Samantha strained against the cuffs, lifting as much as she was able, pressing her nipple into his teasing mouth. "More, please…"

He was in no hurry, and no amount of her begging increased his pace. She pleaded, she twisted, shuddering in her bonds. Only when her skin began to lose its rosy glow did he slide lower, focussing his attention on the last globe of wax.

He settled close between her thighs, reaching out to slowly, slowly peel the wax shell away from her throbbing pussy. As soon as she was bared again, he leaned close, blowing softly across her incredibly sensitised flesh.

"Master!" she cried out, hips sawing against empty air, "please, Master, I need!!"

Everett grinned, laving his tongue through her soft folds, spreading his saliva and her own juices over her bared pussy and blew another soft breath. The contrast of heated skin and cool breeze sent Samantha spiralling skyward, pushing her ever closer to the edge.

"please!" she gasped, straining to get closer to him.

Watching her intently, Everett wisped his fingers over her sensitive skin, his thumb barely circling her clit.

Samantha moaned, writhing under his light caresses, each only enflaming her need more without offering enough to satisfy it. "Master, please!"
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Old 11-09-2017, 07:42 AM   #127
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Everett grinned as he as he walked to the chastity belt on her dresser, then picked it up, popping out the cocks that he had put in before she went to the dungeon and then walked back to her and said, "Lift your hips."

She whimpered but obeyed with a soft, "Yes Daddy..." He slid the chastity belt in place, closing it and locking it tight. She would NOT be reaching any orgasm anytime soon.

He looked up at her and said, "This is your punishment pet. That pussy... is mine alone to do with what I want. You are not allowed to touch it without my explicit permission and you many NEVER cum without my permission either. I own them both."

Slowly, he unfastened her ankles from the bed, then her wrists from the head board. He pulled her to her feet, then turned to reach for her leather collar and remembered she didn't have it with her any longer.

He turned and said, "I want the collar back slave. Where is your phone?"

Everett went to her office where it had been charging, then offered it to her and said, "Call Evie. Tell her to come over and ask to bring the collar."

He stood there as she hesitantly did as she was instructed. Once she was finished, he said, "Good. Thank you pet." He leaned in and kissed her gently, then said, "Come with me."

He led her to the living room, where he had cleared the coffee table off with only a large towel spread across it. He pointed to the table, saying "Nadu".

He turned his back to reach into the bag, fully aware of what she was going to do without question and when he pulled out the ropes from the bag, she was in place. He walked to her, dropping all of the rope save one on the table next to her, then slid a hoop around her left wrist, before wrapping it around her left thigh multiple times, securing it in place. He repeated the process on her right wrist and thigh. She would not be able to come out of the nadu pose until he had untied her. Walking behind her, he took another rope and began to interlace it into her hair, locking it in place, then dropped the opposite end through a small hoop on her chastity belt, before tightening it up, forcing her to not look down at all. She either looked straight ahead or looked up.

He walked into the bedroom a moment, coming back out with a blindfold and her cock gag. He said, "You won't need to speak anytime soon." he slid it into her mouth and secured it tightly. He took the last two ropes and ran it around each thigh and secured the other end of the sides of the table, forcing her to spread her legs nice and wide, the glitter of the belt shining in place.

Everett could see Sammy was getting increasingly nervous as she knew Evie would arrive soon. He tucked the rest of the rope back in the bag and then said, "You don't need to worry about when Evie will arrive. Her time is soon." He reached over and slid the blindfold on her eyes. Sammy would do nothing and go no where until he was ready for her to do so.

He walked to the office and pulled out a small rotary fan and came back, positioned it just right and turned it on... letting the fan rotate slowly blowing cold air onto Sammy's already highly sensitive body. he grinned as she shifted slightly and her nipples grew hard and stayed hard!

He heard the doorbell ring and he got up and walked to the door, opening it and said, "Ahh... Evie. Come in. Good to see you..."
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Old 11-09-2017, 08:56 PM   #128
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Everett slid the blindfold down over Samantha's eyes and she tipped her head, rubbing her cheek against his hand before he pulled away. Bound immobile as she was, gagged and blindfolded, it was the only expression of her devotion that she had left.

He patted her on the head and walked away.

Holding utterly still, she listened intently, trying to track his movements, but she lost him when he left the room. She shifted minutely, feeling the ropes tug. She scowled behind the blindfold. The ropes were intensifying the need she was already aching with, but even if she could manage moving more than a fraction of an inch, the chastity belt she was locked into would ensure that she couldn't get the friction, the satisfaction that she craved.

It was entirely unfair! Yes, it might have been her own lack of control that had gotten her caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Literally. But who was the one who'd turned her into such a desperate, needy, insatiable little slut? Who taught her to crave his cock, and then left her alone and unsatisfied? Who denied her even the tiniest taste of his cum and went to work, leaving her home alone?

Daddy, that's who!

And who was being punished for it? Sammy! Bound up tight, when he knew that would only make her even more aroused, and locked into chastity.

So unfair!

She heard footsteps return and something being set onto the nearby end table. He moved around, shifting things, then a soft click. Seconds later, a soft, cool breeze wafted across her bared flesh, in sharp contrast to the warm, wax-sensitized skin.

Shifting with a soft moan, Samantha could feel shivers running along her skin, her nipples puckering to tight, aching points as the fan oscillated, blowing cool air repeatedly across her body. Her pussy throbbed, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to alleviate it.

The doorbell rang and her heart pounded. Evie!

She heard footsteps moving away and a few moments later heard Everett's voice.

"Ahh... Evie. Come in. Good to see you..."

Samantha could feel the flush creeping over her skin, sharply contrasting the cool air blowing around her. Suddenly, she was very grateful for the blindfold and gag. She knew Evie was there, but she didn't have to face her, didn't have to speak to her. She was simply an object on display. Her pussy throbbed again, a fresh surge of wetness flooding her.

The voices drew closer and Samantha concentrated on simply breathing, slow, even breaths.

She listened carefully to their movements as they walked into the room. Someone walked over to stand close to her and she prayed it was her Master.

Everett's voice spoke again, "Would you like a seat?" and his voice was close. She started to drop her head in relief, but the sharp tug between her hair and her chastity belt cut the movement short and she quickly lifted it again.

"No thank you, Everett, dear. I can't stay long."

A strong hand smoothed over her shoulder, slipping down and idly fondling one of her breasts, and Samantha could not stop herself from arching with a soft moan, pressing into her Master's caressing hand.

"You're sure? I could get you a glass of wine?"

"I'm certain." Samantha could hear the smile in Evie's voice. "When are you brining your pet back to the dungeon, my dear? None of them can stop talking about it. The show she put on… the complete control that you had… I'm afraid you've become a bit of a legend. Attendance has skyrocketed since you disappeared. They're coming out of the woodwork hoping to catch another demonstration."

Samantha felt Everett's fingers still for a moment, then resume their pinching, twisting and flicking at her nipple. His voice showed no hint of any hesitation though. "I haven't decided yet."

Admittedly, while she wanted desperately to go back, to see more and do more, she was also incredibly nervous at the thought. That night at the dungeon was where everything had gone from so incredibly, perfectly right to so terribly, horribly wrong in a matter of moments. She'd only just gotten her Master back. What if they went back and something went wrong again? She didn't think she could bear to lose him again.

"Oh, I suppose I had better return this before I forget." Samantha heard Evie's soft chuckle and her Master's fingers released her aching breast as he stepped away.

"My thanks, she is entirely too naked without it."

Samantha blushed, shifting slightly. Silence stretched and she could almost feel both pairs of eyes on her bared skin. "Indeed, she is," Evie's quiet voice finally replied. "I knew that with the proper training, for the right Master, she could be the ideal slave."

A soft caress stroked over her hair, but Samantha could not tell whose hand it was.

"I am happy to see that I was correct. Congratulations, my dears."
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Old 11-10-2017, 07:14 PM   #129
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Everett reached down and removed her Sammy's blindfold. After a few moments to allow her eyes to transition to light again, Everett and Evie looked down at her smiling. Everett looked at his slave and said, "Pet. I know you two are friends and have been friends a lot longer than I have been a part of this. I also know there were some hard feelings before. Now I am not trying to stir anything up, but Evie has something she wants to say to you. Mind you, she is my guest and thus even though your friends, you give her the same courtesies as you give me."

Everett watched her eyes shift from Evie to her Daddy and back to Evie. He figured she realized she really didn't have much choice at the moment as it was. Evie squatted down in front of Sammy, meeting her eye to eye and said, "I wish you could see yourself babes... I have never seen such a natural glow on you in the entire time I have known you babes. You are stunning."

Everett walked around the table to her back, then took the leather collar, unlocked it and wrapped it around her neck once more, locking it in place. Evie watched the contentment grow on Sammy's face as the leather was back where it belonged. She smiled wide and said, "This is right. This is right for you babes. You spent your entire life running from it. I don't think he wll let you run anymore."

Everett leaned down and unfastened the gag from her mouth and let it fall hang around her neck. Evie said, "I am truly sorry that I had to deceive you a bit, but, honey this man is worth it and I knew that from the start about him. I can't tell you how proud I am that you have found yourself. The next time you come to the dungeon, I hope Everett will consider lending you to me to play with a while."

The surprise in Sammy's eyes was priceless to Evie. She grinned as she lifted her eyes to Everett and said, "Heath, my husband, is my slave as well, though from time to time, I let him tie me up and have his way with me when his dominant side aches to come out. He is the only man I have ever allowed to do that to me." She looked down to Sammy and could see her mouth open slightly and Evie chuckled and said, "You didn't think I just played with rope did you? Where do you think I got so good and rope work? I would tie myself up from time to time for him when he came home and oh... those nights neither of us got any sleep."

Everett looked down at Evie and said, "Perhaps before the next dungeon trip which I understand is in two weeks... perhaps you and Heath can come over and play. Say... Friday night?"

Evie leaned in and kissed Sammy on the cheek and whispered, "I would love to play... would you?"

To both Everett and Evie's surprise, Sammy gave a hesitant nod. The two dominants looked at each other and then to Sammy and said, "Well then, Friday night it shall be then. Until then... I have to go."

Everett nodded and looked at Sammy and said, "Say good night."

Sammy looked up at Evie as she stood over her and said, "Good night Evie."

Everett grabbed Sammy's hair and jerked hard on it forcing her to look up at Evie and said, "Slave... that is Mistress Evie when you are like this. Understand. Try again.."

"Good night Mistress." He heard her say to Evie.

Evie smiled, leaned down and kissed her lips with a hint of hunger in them, then turned and walked to the door with Everett following her a moment.

"Now ... Everett, you listen to me." Evie said as she pushed him against the wall with her manicured finger pointed at him, "If you ever do anything to hurt her... I mean... if you make her cry... shit... it's hard making threats when all the painful things are fun for slaves... if you ever break that woman's heart. I swear... you will rue the day you met me. Understand."

Everett smiled, glanced to Sammy as she watched the encounter and then back to Evie and said, "I would sooner slit my own wrists than ever break that woman's heart. I love her more than she can imagine. And... " he hugged her tightly, catching Evie in his thick arms and then said, "Thank you. Thank you for your part in this. I can't ever thank you enough."

Evie smiled and said, "She is an angel on earth... and she is yours to take care of. So all I ask for repayment... is you take care of her. She is so worth it."

And with that, Evie left. Everett turned to see a warm smile on Sammy's face. He walked to her and squatted slightly and said, "You are my bound angel branded with my mark and I will take care of you the rest of my life."

He leaned in and kissed her hard!
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Old 11-11-2017, 06:44 PM   #130
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Samantha's eyes drifted shut with a soft moan as she abandoned herself to his heated kiss. Her fingers itched to bury themselves in his hair, pull him even closer, but the ropes binding her in position did not allow her any more than the tiniest leaning forward.

Even as his mouth continued to ravish hers, one hand slid down her back to smooth lightly over the scabbing covering her healing tattoo, reminding them both of the presence of his mark on her.

Leaving her tattoo, the travelling hand moved up, pulling sharply at her hair, tilting her head back. His lips moved down to her throat, licking and nipping as his other hand attacked her breast, squeezing around her tit, twisting and tweaking at her nipples.

Samantha cried out, arching her back, unable to do anything but accept, bound as she was.

Whether he actually meant it as a demonstration or was simply doing what he wanted to do with her, she understood the lesson. This was her place. She was his to use however he chose. The chastity belt was proof that her own desires were only relevant insofar as he chose to allow them.

While she was deeply frustrated by being locked into chastity, she was also grateful to her Master for it. His taking the option away from her made it impossible for her to fail him. He took control of her orgasms and her own weakness would not be allowed to lead her into disobedience in an attempt to satisfy her own desperate desire for him.

Everett stood, stepping back a half step, locking his eyes with hers as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto the couch, moving his hands to his belt buckle.

Samantha's eyes flicked between his heated gazed and his hands as they revealed his erect cock, inch by slow torturous inch. She licked her lips with a hungry little whimper.

Fingers under her chin, lifting her eyes up to his, Everett grinned knowingly. "Is there something my angel needs?"

She licked her lips again, swallowing before she started to drool. "Daddy's cock… please…" she whispered.

One hand fisted into her hair, holding her immobile as the other wrapped around the base of his cock. He flicked it against her cheeks, smearing his leaking pre-cum around her lips and chin.

Samantha whimpered, tongue extended, struggling to get a lick, a tiny taste of the cock he was teasing her with, keeping it moving just out of her desperate reach. The musky scent of her Master filled her nostrils, enflaming her senses, ratcheting up her need.

"please, Daddy… I need your cock, please… just a taste?" she lifted her pleading eyes up to his, straining against the ropes binding her, against his fist holding her head just out of reach of the cock she craved. "please!"
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"Welll.... I... don't... knoooow..." Everett said playfully as he pulled his cock away from her lips. The moment she opened her lips to protest, he slide his rod all the way inside sliding down her throat in the process!

He saw her eye bulge a second, then recover as quickly and hungrily suck on his shaft like a woman in heat! He could feel her squirming at her hips, yearning for something fill her loin! She would keep on yearning till he was ready for more.

He pulled his cock out of her throat, hearing her gasp for air only to suck his rod back into her! This was Sammy in her natural state. This was a woman who truly yearned and desired to be enslaved in every since of the word and loved being forced to do what she might not other choose to do.

He thought about how angry she had been before, how hostile and furious she had always seemed to be before and he wondered how in the hell she could have possibly functioned that way for so long! He drove into her again and again... relentless, forcing that throat to stretch for his desires!

Everett remembered how it all started and wondered for a moment if she had grown old and died that angry woman had this fluke in her life not happened that forced her to change? He grinned as he felt his cock swelling inside her throat so he slowed his pace a bit. It was a constant battle for him to balance out that instant relief that comes with an explosive orgasm versus the pleasures that happen during the build up to that orgasm.

He pulled out of her throat for a moment, letting her get more than just a brief gasp of air. He leaned in and took her nipples in his hands and pulled on them hard, twisting them firmly as he leaned in and kissed her musky smelling mouth... caused by his own cock.

As he stood back up straight, he grabbed her hair, locking her head into his completely control, then pushed his cock back down into her throat! He could do anything to this woman. He could hurt her or pleasure her or spank her or fuck her.... there was NOTHING he couldn't do to her and they both knew it!!!

It was this line of reasooning that caused him to lose control... his cock swelling rock hard and exploding his seed into her mouth for the first load, then he pulled out and hand pumped the rest of his hot steam semen onto her face, her chin, along her breasts and hanging off her nipples.

He grinned as she finally finished, taking a hold of some of her hair to use as a rag to clean his cock and tucked it into his pants. He reached to her neck taking the ball gag and putting it into her mouth once again. He slid the blindfold in place once more. He said, "Tonight, know my eyes are on you the entire evening, enjoying the sight of my property with my seed hanging from her. Property is meant to look pretty and be silent."

Everett smiled as he watched her work with this, the steamy seed hanging on her in various places around her body and smiled, saying, "God your absolutely stunning!" He took a few pictures with his phone for later use...
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Samantha shifted slightly, biting back a soft whimper. Property is meant to look pretty and be silent.

Bound as she was, there was nothing she could do about pretty. Her Master had been the one to bind her, so it was probably safe to assume he did so in a position he wanted to see. She could feel the warm, tickling trails of his semen inching over her skin, still so sensitive from the wax… could feel the occasional drip from her breasts and hair onto her widespread thighs.

The last traces still coated her tongue, the scent filling her nostrils. It fed a craving deep inside her that enflamed the desperate need throbbing at her core. Made it impossible to be still, no matter how hard she tried, and equally difficult to keep quiet. Only the gag stopped her from begging outright as she struggled to keep the pleading whimpers under her breath and quiet enough to not be heard.

Property is meant to look pretty and be silent.

She straightened, lifting her chin, pushing out her breasts, reminding herself of her purpose. She was property. She existed to obey, and to please her Master.

She writhed, rolling her hips, unable to find any relief with the chastity belt in place and her hands bound to her widespread thighs. If it pleased him to watch her driven mad by unfulfilled desire, then so be it. At least he'd shown the mercy of gagging her.

She inhaled deeply, the musk of his seed still strong as the splatters covering her dried. The cravings grew and her mouth watered. She felt the blush stealing over her cheeks as her saliva built around the cock gag, drooling down her chin, even as the humiliation of it made her nipples pucker up and her clit throb wildly.
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Everett sat and watched his slave.... HIS... slave as she struggled with remaining perfectly still while her needs raged out of control inside. He still couldn't believe just how stunning she was posed so perfectly on the table.

He got up at one point and headed back to the bedroom only a moment and returned with a pair of nipple clamps and gently slipped one onto each nipple which resulted in her moaning. With a grin, he watched her sway to the discomfort only to find small bells ringing on each nipple as she moved. He slapped each breast as it rang their silent tattling sounds and would repeat the message, 'Do not move, slave.'

For nearly 45 minutes, he watched her struggle in the binds, while he would check her circulation to make sure everything was getting bloodflow. Finally, he reached down and unfastened the chastity belt, working it off her. Her torso was sweaty and almost instantly did goose bumps cover the entire pelvis as the cool air touched her hot skin.

Everett took a couple more pictures of her perfection, before turning her to face the side of the table, then laying her face down on it. He instantly remembered how she had looked when he first saw her that eventful day and smiled. He took two more lengths of rope, the first he used to bind her neck to the table by wrapping it around the depth of the table a few times and securing it behind her neck. The next length was to bind her calves to the table as well in the same manner.

With her hands still bound to her ankles she was forced to stick her ass and pussy high into the air, as her knees nearly touched her breasts. It was designed to be as vulnerable as a woman can be placed. He kept her gagged and blindfolded as he moved her into position.

He slipped out of his pants and boxer briefs as he ran his fingers along her pussy lips, touching the clit which sent her into spasms as she struggled not to cum. He popped her gag out of her mouth and said, "You will not cum. Period."

He flicked her clit, watching her as she struggled with her needs. The safety of the chastity belt gone. Everett said, "If you cum without permission, then I will sleep on a sleeping bag on the floor while I sleep in the bed tonight, and then I will spank you for denying me my slave in the morning." He leaned in and said, "It is going to be a long hard night for you. A new kind of edge play..."

He slipped his fingers inside her gently, quickly pushing her to the edge of an orgasm... then stopping just short, keeping her on edge... She would not be doing anything but what he told her anytime soon... she was TRULY his...
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Samantha shuddered, moaning loudly, "Master, no… please! I can't-…" She rolled her hips. She'd been riding the edge of orgasm for hours already! Had been on the verge of it since before he'd come home and interrupted her. She'd spent hours in bondage, heat simmering in her core.

Hours where, even blindfolded, she could feel the caress of his eyes on her, every bit as strong as a physical touch. Hours in chastity, unable to ease the ache of need building inside.

She bucked her hips, fingers and toes curling. A spanking would be as much pleasure as punishment, she knew, but to be left to sleep on the floor, so far from Daddy's arms? That was a true punishment and one she had no wish to endure!

His fingers caressed her wet folds and Samantha cried out, straining against the ropes holding her immobile but for the sawing of her hips. "Daddy! I'm too close! Please don't make me…" She clamped down on her pussy, clenching her thighs as close together as she could in her position.

Don'tcumdon'tcumdon'tcumdon'tcum-…

Behind the blindfold she squeezed her eyes tightly, fingers clenched to fists as she struggled impossibly to hold back the tide. She panted for breath and with every inhalation came the scent of his seed, drying in her hair, sticking to her flesh, pushing her closer and closer.

"please…please…please…pleasepleasepleaseplease…"

Samantha whimpered, nearly incoherent with desperate, aching arousal, completely unaware of the vision she presented bound tightly to the table. Her ass lifted high, waving an invitation in the air. Her pussy rosy and swollen, dripping with her need. Her entire body glowing with a sheen of sweat, trembling uncontrollably.

"I need to cum. Please, please Daddy, please, let your poor slave cum!"

She knew an edge of panic was beginning to fill her voice, her desperation to not disobey growing with each second that he didn't answer, stroking his fingers and the head of his cock between her sopping pussy and her tightly clenched ass.
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Everett was learning more and more every day about the woman on the table, helplessly bound. He was learning about her tell tale signs that she was faking it and signs that she was making it real. And the signs he saw said she was making it as real as it could come. She was on the verge of desperate. The punishment of sleeping on the floor was enough motivation to force her to push herself beyond human means to the superhuman. She was absolutely fucking amazing!

He took his cock, which he had been teasing her flesh with and drove it inside her, filling her pussy, planting himself as deep as he could inside her. She began to squeal... starting low... clenching her teeth, then the pitch got higher. The wave was coming and she couldn't stop it. he planted himself tightly on her and finally let out the words she had been so desperate to hear. He said, "Cum slave."

The sound that escaped her lips was something he had never heard from her before. It was a scream of pleasure, moan of relief, and shriek of release all rolled into one! He felt heat around his cock and he looked down to see her pussy clenching tight, fluid squirting from inside her. The first one out the gate was a squirter!

He smiled, leaned down and popped off the blindfold, loosened the rope around her head, then grabbed at thick tuft of her hair, pulling her up so she only rested on her knees, then proceeded to slam his dick into her with all the ferocity of a man on a desperate mission knowing the fate of the world hung into balance, should he fail!

He grabbed her hip and drove into her again and again, pushing her over the edge again and again! The weak barricades she had built to hold back the tsunami inside her tearing away and the water crashing in! Everett couldn't even count the orgasms as it seemed that no sooner did the first one start to lessen than a second crashed in on top of her!

Everett had never felt such power and control in his life, she had no choice but to be fucked like the whore he wanted her to be with him. It didn't matter her status in society or how much money she had or what she said on TV. She was his fuck toy and slut and that was all that mattered!

He smiled as she began to yell out what appeared to be random words each unattached to the other, but the words 'Fuck' and 'Shit' seemed to rip through her mouth as fast as the orgasms. To anyone listening at the door, they might think she was being slowly being murdered from all the ear numbing screams she gave!

He felt her at one point collapse, hanging limp by his own hands in her hair and hip. he took that moment to pull his cock out, so rock hard and solid, lift it up just a bit and push into her anus... slowly, he felt it give to his push!

He heard her weakly mutter words as she tried to pull away as best she could. Of course, she couldn't do a thing as he pulled her onto his cock, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside her! Then he started pounding her ass as hard as he had been her pussy a moment ago!

His rod began to grow extremely hard and he knew his time to withhold was coming to an end! He moaned and shuttered, throwing his head back as he tried to shore up his own defenses, only to find the burning fluids inside him race through his cock and explode inside her over and over again!

He pulled his cock out of her on the third pulse and pushed it into her pussy... letting it finish! Claiming her inside and outside! He owned this woman in every sense!

Eventually, he pulled out of her, gently untying her from the wrists and ankles, then scooped her into his arms, his seed dropping in plops on the ground as he walked her to the bedroom, then the oversized bathtub. He lowered her into it, the turned on the water, gently feeling it heat up and began to fill it.

She barely made a sound still lost in subspace as he slipped into the oversized jacuzzi behind her, and let her rest on his chest, while he caressed her. He turned on the jets and got the water moving as he whispered, "Come back to daddy... come on baby... you did so good. I am so proud of you... come on back..
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Samantha shifted, murmuring softly as she snuggled into the hard chest she was resting against. She didn't have the energy to open her eyes, but she pressed a soft kiss to the skin her cheek was pressed into. "thank you, Daddy," she barely whispered.

A warm, wet hand smoothed over her body in long, gentle strokes, and while she loved the soft caresses, she mourned the loss of Daddy's scent and seed as it was gradually washed away.

She moaned as those same fingers slid between her ass cheeks, stroking over her swollen, tender hole. Not with the ache of being so forcefully fucked, but with the tormenting emptiness inside that she was left with after her Master pulled away.

"I wish…" she drew in a breath, blinking her eyes open to twist up and look into Everett's eyes, "I wish I could have your cock in me always. I wish I never had to wash your cum away." She blushed, dropping her eyes a moment before lifting them back up to his. "It's only when you're fucking me… using me… that I know I'm exactly who and where I was always meant to be."

She shifted slightly to the side, curling her fingers loosely around his soft cock, gently caressing. "I was born to be Daddy's fuck doll. To be used for Daddy's pleasure. To worship Daddy's cock." She could feel the moisture welling in her eyes and ducked her head, quickly brushing it away.

"All I need is to be yours, Daddy. Please…" she whispered, "please don't ever let me go."
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Everett whispered, “I will not leave you ever... so long as I breath. I do own you from the paint on your toe nails to the tips of your hair.” Truth to be told, he had never felt more complete in his life either.

After the bath, he dressed in his grey cotton boxer briefs which gave a good silloutte of his groin, white shorts, and a Met’s tank top. He then turned, inspected his slave as she stood in INSPECT mode, then put her leather cuffs and collar back on her body. He turned her to look at the tatttoo on her back of his symbol and enjoyed how good it was starting to look.

He then said, “How about you prepare our bed while I make us some hot chocolate.”

By the time he had two hot cups ready, she stood in the kitchen, naked as a jaybird. He loved what he saw with her and the glow in her eyes was the best part of it all for it reflected what was happening inside. She was truly his.

He walked to the couch, taking a seat and putting the hot chocolate on the end table. The coffee table still had rope strewn across it from the earlier session. He pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him and she scrambled to sit down looking up at him in the Nadu position.

Everett grinned adn said, “You can rest for now pet. Here.”

HE felt her readjust slightly to a more comfortable pose before recieving her drink. He grinned and said, “As I understand, you have a meeting with Chuck Schumer tomorrow. He is a tough cookie of course you know that already. Do you think you are ready for him?”
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Samantha drew a breath, then blew it out, unsure how to respond. Her mouth opened, then closed again. Her mind protested, confused.

She was naked, on her knees at her Daddy's feet, still bearing the faintest rope marks on her wrists. Her body still twinged with the beautiful ache of the hard fucking he'd just given her. She was his toy. She was his pet. She was his Sammy.

And now he asked her about work? He expected her to be the hard-nosed anchor? To be his work colleague, rather than his slave?

How was she supposed to reconcile Sammy and Samantha into the same person?

She sighed with a tiny scowl. How could she not? If they were going to have any kind of life together, there had to be more in it than just sex. No matter how fantastic the sex was! There had to be conversations and common interests… work and play.

She lifted the hot chocolate, taking a small sip, savouring the warmth and smooth sweetness.

"I don't know. It's been a while since we've met, but he's always been hard to pin down. On the other hand, I am very ready to get back to work! Being stuck on bed rest is no fun when I'm home all alone." She smiled up at him, rubbing her cheek against his knee.

"I feel so out of the loop already and it's only been one day," she chuckled. "Who do they have lined up for your next interview?"
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Everett felt his own face flush and he said, "I got a note earlier. I am being put on the rotation for Dining with Friends."

That got a chuckled from Sammy. Dining with Friends was a segment that put a FOX reporter in the various small diners around the country interviewing the locals about what they feel and think about various political situations. It was meant to be a beginner role for anchors which was exactly what he was he figured.

He said, "Yeah. I am slated to go to some of the funnier named towns which someone got a list of. I am going to DoStop, Kentucky; Climax, Georgia; Pie, Alabama; Koshkonong, Missouri; and Tonguetied, Arkansas. That is amongst the many others."

By the time he was done with the list, she was laughing full out. He said, "Yeah... I know... So...after that, I get to talk with Ben Shapiro about the GBLT thing in the military and Trumps Tweets."

He grinned as they chattered about the assignments they had coming up and as the afternoon wore into the evening, he pulled her to her feet and said, "Let's go to bed love."

She seemed eager to take his hand and let him follow him to the bedroom. He stood a moment as she went to either side of the bed, folding back the bedding. He grinned as said, "Now, kneel by my side of the bed." He didn't know which side it was as he had never slept in it."

As Sammy got to the Nadu position on the left side of the bed, he walked in front of her and said, "Undress me."

That was a task she needed no prompting on. He was naked within 60 seconds of his request. He loved how she looked at him!

He crawled into bed, the said, "Come to bed pet."

As soon as she curled into his arms, he leaned down and kissed her slowly, getting more and more intense with the kiss, wedging her between his solid mass and the mattress, weaving his legs with hers and letting his hands caress her face while she caressed his and he whispered, "I love you Sammy."
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Samantha snuggled into Everett's arms with a feeling of pure bliss, letting the soft pleasure suffuse her expression. He leaned in to kiss her, pressing her into the bed under him. She exhaled with a long, low moan revelling in the weight of him, the sheer muscled mass of his body covering hers.

She was his. Held locked in place by his body, as surely as if he had used ropes or chains to secure her in the bed. There would be no escape, though as the kisses and caresses gained in intensity, she knew she had no wish to be anywhere but where she was… caught and held under her Master's control.

Daring to curl her fingers around his cheek in a tender caress, she looked deeply into his eyes, pressing her cheek into the fingers that returned her touch.

"I love you Sammy."

The deep, rumbling whisper was breathed into her ear and she stilled, eyes widening. Panic filled her for a moment, a flash of what happened the last time in his apartment when she'd tried to tell him how she felt and it all fell apart so badly. Did she dare to try to say it again? Would he pull away and deny her if she did?

The feeling swelling in her chest demanded expression. She could no longer deny it… could not hold it inside.

"I love you too, Daddy." Her eyes flicked down to his chin, then determinedly back up to lock on his eyes. "So much!" She curled into his arms, tucking her head under his chin, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "You've freed me… to be the woman I never admitted I want to be. The woman I need to be. You are my Owner," she pressed a soft kiss to his throat, "my Master," and another soft kiss, "my Daddy," another soft kiss, "only you. Always. I do love you, with everything that's in me."

Samantha pressed another, longer kiss against Everett's chin, but couldn't fight the yawn that forced its way out. She felt his chuckle and giggled herself.

"I'm sorry. It's been a long day. I'm a little more exhausted than I realised," she blushed a bit, eyes drifting closed. She felt her Daddy's arms pull her close and snuggled in, asleep before she even managed a "good night."

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Samantha blinked, turning her face. A bright ray of sunshine beat at her eyes, the first peek of morning. She smiled to see Everett had an arm thrown across his eyes, his chest rising and falling under her cheek with the slow steady rhythm of sleep.

She stretched slowly, careful not to wake him, and as she did felt a hot nudge at her hip. She licked her lips. Was she allowed to-…? She had not been given permission. She hesitated. But she had not been denied it either, had she? Her mouth watered and she swallowed, licking her lips again. Maybe just a tiny taste before he woke up?

Slowly, slowly she eased away, sliding lower under the covers, intent on her prize. The blankets blocked out most of the beaming sunlight, leaving her in her own little dimly lit universe as she eased herself down further.

The heady scent of her Master filled her little blanket cocoon and she inhaled deeply. She extended her tongue, taking a slow, teasing lick across the cock head in front of her. Daddy's musky flavour burst across her tongue and she swallowed a moan, easing her lips around his crown, seeking more.
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Everett stood in the dungeon, his chest puffed out, applause all about him, pats on his shoulder and congratulations being given in adulation! He heard the sounds of others asking if he could train their pet since he was so masterful at the one he had! Everett’s eyes fell on the naked woman before him, his slave, his obedient servant, his love, kneeling in a perfect Nadu pose in nothing but her collar and cuffs, eyes down.

He grinned as he walked towards Sammy, pulling his cock out and feeling her mouth cover his manhood! Even that warranted applause in how he had converted the hardest nose bitch of the media into a supple, humble sex slave machine! He felt his cock getting harder as Evie walked up to him complimenting him on his project, looking at Sammy barking, “Suck your Master’s dick whore!”

Everett blinked as he turned his head towards Evie and she became a mirror image of him. His doppleganger yelled at Sammy demanding faster and deeper sucking! Everett turned his head to the left and saw a second mirror image of him, this one begging Sammy to forgive him for not letting her free when he had the chance and barking about what her schedule consisted of, her eternal servant!

He looked down at Sammy and his ever hardening cock as more mirror images of him began to surround him and Sammy each either cheering her on and booing her or him! The entire time he felt her sucking on his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge!

He grunted, struggled to resist the urges and finally yielded as he reached for Sammy’s hair and pulled her taunt onto his cock, his seed exploding into her throat! he felt her hungrily drinking him down, a reward for her labor and his eyes opened from the dream and he blinked.

Everett shifted his head to the left to not see Sammy. He felt her in his hands and on his cock and he finally looked down ant moaned. She had woken him up in the best way humanly possible! HE felt her drinking down the last of his seed, before he gently pulled her back up to him.

She took her fingers and wiped her lips with a devious smile with a touch of hesitance in it. Everett pulled her to him, letting her know that she had done something that greatly pleased him and kissed her lips hard! He loved this woman more than he could have even realized! He said, “I want this forever, you me, naked under these sheets every day. You make me happier than I could ever imagine.”

Eventually as it always does, time takes over and they pulled themselves out of bed, dressed and prepared for work. He looked at her and said, “I... I think I may need to bring a few things over this week if I am going to be staying here with you. I mean... unless you want to stay with me...”

It had been a question that both of them needed to work through. Everett took a seperate cab to his own place, then headed up and packed a few things for his bus trip the company had lined up for him.

— Maria —

Maria stood by Everett’s door, holding a large cup of coffee ready for him. She wore a short pleated grey skirt, hose, high heels, a light colored blouse that revealed more than a conservative amount of bosom. She offered the coffee to Everett as he slipped into his office with her in tow. She said, “Boss, we have a FOX bus ready for us to depart in 20 minutes. First stop is a DC diner called Saul’s. We have 3 diners to do before noon sir. I have your manifest and my bags are already on the bus. I will have your bag put in the bus as well sir. Can I help you with anything else?”

Both of them glanced towards the door as they heard a loud commotion going on. Maria walked to his door and peeked out and her eyes went wide. She whispered, “It’s Cena. Cena is here. Oh my god John Cena is ... hot!

— John Cena —

John broke away from the fans as she slipped into the elevator heading up to the executive levels of the building. Having just flown into town for a few interviews as well as a couple of ‘Make a Wish’ meetings at the St. Jude Center, he had managed to sneak away an hour to take care of something that was long overdue. John wore a slate grey suit and tie, which fit his very thick bulky body as if it were carved out just for him.

The elevators opened and John, his business manager Cedric, and his publicist Harvey walked out onto Ms. Noelle’s floor. John smiled as he reached for the invitation he had brought with him as he reached her office door and he stopped taking a moment to wave at the people that had just noticed he was there, including some women peeking out of the offices, then opened the door.

As he stepped through the door, John saw Ms. Noelle was facing the mirror, putting on a pair of earrings, the pair he had bought her two weeks ago the last time they had been together. Annie, her assistant stood outside the bathroom spitting out her morning schedule when she fell silent at the sight of the third more famous WWE wrestler and TV personality locked his eyes on Ms. Noelle.

John met her eyes his woman’s eyes and grinned wide before stepping towards her, taking her into his arms and kissing her passionately!!! She was a toy compared to his behemoth size but held her as delicately as a porcelin doll. Annie’s jaw dropped in shock and she whispered, “umm... excuse me.” She headed out of the office, affording the two lovers a moment of privacy.

As John pulled his lips away from her, he said, “I have missed you. I’ve missed you so much. I heard about your accident and had them change out of my schedule so I could get here. I tried to get here as soon as I could. Are you okay? Is there anything I can do? Did you get the flowers I sent you?” Before she could respond, he was kissing her again!

— Everett —

Everett stepped out of his office and noticed two men in suits standing just outside Sammy’s office. He walked towards the office and one of the men said, “Mr. Noelle and Mr. Cena need a few minutes of privacy.”

Everett pushed through and opened the door... to find John Cena lip locked with Sammy and looking like she might be enjoying it.

Maria popped in right after and gasped.
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Samantha stared distantly into the mirror. She'd been preoccupied since they'd gone their separate ways when they finally made it out of bed, thinking about what Everett had said about staying at her place, unless she wanted to stay with him. Or at least trying to think about it, when she wasn't constantly side-tracked with thoughts of this morning.

Her heart thumped wildly, her mouth watering and she licked her lips reflexively. Even asleep he was her Master, taking complete control. The way he tangled his fists in her hair, holding her immobile while he came down her throat… she swallowed a moan. It had her writhing and grinding against his thigh, moments away from her own climax before he pulled her up to his side.

When she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could almost taste the seed she still craved. It was an addiction that only grew more intense with every passing moment.

She curled her fingers around the lock on her collar, letting the comfort of its weight resting at the base of her throat flow over her. Calm her. Temper the craving for him. She was his.

Living arrangements. Think about living arrangements.

While she wasn't particularly attached to her Penthouse, it had been home, and had the advantages of security and privacy. She could honestly say that she would be happy to live anywhere as long as her Master was there, including staying with him in his apartment. She did want him to know that. Realistically, he would need to get a new place anyway. As an anchor now, he was poised on the verge of becoming a major celebrity himself now, and he would need the same security and privacy that she did.

But would he rather have his own place?

Or… was it too soon to suggest they move in together? Maybe get a new place they could share?

Or give it all up and run away together? Live on her grandparent's old place. She had more than enough money to retire and support them both for the rest of their lives, but was it fair to even suggest that? Somehow she doubted that her Daddy would be content to live off his pet.

Besides, he's only just beginning to realise his dream. He can't give that up. Not now.

Living together? Definitely. To be Daddy's pet, always. That, she knew she wanted with everything in her. Where they ended up? She was content to let that be his decision. There was more than just the two of them to consider, after all. She had a vague recollection of seeing a cat scamper past while she was in his apartment.

And there was his daughter.

Samantha flushed. They still knew so little-… well, let's be honest, she knew so little. Everett probably knew every detail of her life. It had been his job, after all. But she knew so little about his. She couldn't even remember his daughter's name. Didn't know anything about their custody arrangement. How would their living arrangement affect that? She couldn't do anything to interfere with the most important relationship in Everett's life!

She blindly picked up a pair of earrings, barely glancing at them as she fixed them into her ears.

She barely registered the commotion going on in the outer offices before her own office door opened. Looking up, surprised, she saw John sweep into the room, meet her eyes with a wide grin and step forward, sweeping her into his arms for a passionate kiss.

He pulled back with a short barrage of questions and then leaned in for another kiss before she could catch her breath to respond.

Shocked into momentary stillness, Samantha didn't pull free. Instead, unbidden, she couldn't help but compare. John was a complete gentleman, holding her tenderly. Even his passionate kisses were gentle, deferential. Nothing like the fire that Everett ignited inside her.

Two weeks ago, when they'd met last… it seemed like a lifetime ago now… things were so different then. She was so different. She needed to-… she pushed slightly at John's arms and he released her immediately.

At the same moment, she registered a gasp from the doorway and looked up to see Everett and Maria staring at her. She couldn't read Everett's expression at all. Was that anger? Hurt? It flashed by so fast and was gone again, an indifferent mask slipping over in its place.

John smiled over, recognising Samantha's assistant from his last visit. "Everett, isn't it? Hey, would you mind grabbing us some breakfast? We've got a lot of catching up to do." He grinned at Samantha.

She flushed, "John, Everett's not my assistant anymore. He's the new anchor on…"

"Eye on Sunday!" John nodded. "Hey, I caught a bit of that, man. That was you? Great show! Congratulations."

Bill McLean shouldered his way past Maria into the office. "John!" he grinned, arm outstretched to shake the wrestler's hand. "Great to see you again! Here to check up on our Sam?"

John grinned back, pulling the invitation from his coat pocket. "Absolutely. And to invite her to attend the St. Jude's Make a Wish Charity Gala with me. If she feels up to it, of course."

Samantha blinked, fingers clutching at her collar lock as she stared between John, Everett and Bill. "I don't think I…"

"Nonsense," Bill waved off her protest. "The network is covering it anyway, it'll be great publicity!"

Maria nudged Everett's arm with a stage whisper. "We should get going. The bus is waiting." She shot a triumphant grin in Samantha's direction.

"Yes, Everett," Bill nodded, "better not be late for your first assignment." He turned back to Samantha. "No arguments now. You need the day off to get ready? To do whatever it is you women need to do to get ready for a ball?"

Samantha hesitated, lost. How did things get so out of control so quickly? "o-kay?"
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-- John Cena --

John, not thinking twice about Everett or Maria leaving the room, looked at Samantha and said, "You got the entire day off? Damn. I have three meetings to take care of today."

"Four actually" Cedric said.

"Look, I told you I am not doing that pistachio commercials anymore. I don't think I will live down that ivory thing." Cena said as he looked to Annie and said, "Are you Ms. Noelle's assistant then?"

Annie hadn't taken a breath since John had entered the room! She was one of his biggest fans, sporting a signature phrase 'Rise Above Hate' tattoo on her left arm. The bulk of the personal items she had on her desk included a mock WWE John Cena Championship replica belt and autographed photos of him. She was absolutely star struck as she stared up at her idol in an almost idolatry way!

John took her silence exactly how it was meant and the awkwardness began as he turned to Samantha and rolled his eyes slightly and gave a half grin causing her to chuckle. He was used to this kind of fandom. He suspected she even wore John Cena underwear.

Bill walked around Cena and said, "Hey. Annie. Go staple some papers or something." He shook her slightly snapping her out of her worship of the God of a man in front of her and he said, "Go. Now!"

Annie's face burned brilliant red as she walked away and out of Sammy's office. Bill reached into his pocket and said, "John, we have an executive kitchen upstairs with a 5 star chef ready to serve the best breakfasts you have ever eaten. I am sure the two of you have a lot of catching up to do so how about you take this and head up there with her for a quiet meal. I will detour everyone else away, what do you say?"

John smiled warmly at Bill and said, "Did your grandsons get those replica titles? I sent one to all 5 of them."

"Are you kidding me? They are trying to convince me to build a wrestling ring in grandpa's back yard. I am something of a minor celebrity to them now. Thank you!" Bill said with a chuckle.

John said, "You are most welcome! Well, if you don't mind then, I will accept your offer, providing Ms. Noelle is agreeable."

"What? Of course she is. You two go have a good meal! On me!" Bill said as he watched John offer her his arm.

-- Everett --

Everett barely noticed as Maria led him down the elevator and to the parking garage ground floor where his bus sat ready to go. A tall Polynesian man in a blue suit that said, "Fox travels" on it, stood at the entrance of the bus and said, "Mr Johnson. Sir. I am driver, Eugene Atlee. If you will allow me to take your bags. Your camera crew is already on board."

Maria turned and walked to the entrance and climbed up the stairs, making sure her hips wiggled seductively as she glanced back at her boss. Everett stared at the side of the bus still shocked at what he had seen. She had let John Fucking Cena kiss him and hadn't resisted! His mind raced! Was all this she had been saying to him before just lies till her boyfriend showed up?

"Sir. We need to go." Eugene said as he stepped onto the bus. Everett walked up onto the bus as well and was mildly surprised to find he had been given an anchor bus rather than a crew bus. The anchor buses were considerably more luxurious than the crew buses complete with beds in the back, working kitchenette, and a flatscreen TV.

"Mr. Johnson!" a ginger haired bearded man said as he stood up, holding one of the camera lens in hand and said, "I am Neil David, your cameraman."

A second younger man, bald and very lean stood up and said, "I am Henry, your boom operator."

Everett shook both of the men's hands and he said, "It is nice to meet you. Quite a ride they gave us huh? Oh, this is Maria, my personal assistant."

The men looked to the lanky woman and he noticed them glance her up and down nodding their greetings.

The bus powered up and began to move forward. He said, "Well gents, I need to prepare so if you will excuse me." He walked to the back of the bus, closing the door behind him to the private bedroom in the back of the bus, leaving all three of them out front.

How the hell was he supposed to compete with John Cena? Why didn't he think of this to begin with? He knew she had been with him. He had schedule half their dates after all before he conquered Sammy. Had she just been bluffing? Did she really belong to him? Fear crept into him as the bus turned into the street and out of town...
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Without conscious thought, Samantha accepted the arm John offered, her mind spinning frantically.

She had been dating John… more or less. They'd been on dates. He'd even spent the night on a few occasions. But that was the old Samantha. The woman who was not interested in anything serious and had been using John. Using him for a convenient companion to attend events with. Using him as a buffer. Being seen on John's arm had been very useful in warding off unwanted advances.

And if she were brutally honest, using him for sex.

Using him without any real consideration of his feelings on the matter. Looking into his eyes now, it was patently obvious that he had been reading more into their relationship than she had.

So, what about this new Samantha? The Samantha that was learning to not be afraid to love. How would she feel about dating John?

Samantha closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of the silver lock hanging at her throat, picturing the mark tattooed on her back. Calm settled over her. That was not even a consideration. She belonged to Everett, and Everett alone. For as long as he wanted her.

No. Forever. Even if he took his collar away from her one day, Samantha knew she would always and only be his. No one else's. Ever.

She stopped in her tracks, stepping back. "John-…"

His phone rang and he held up on hand with an apologetic glance as he answered.

Samantha paced, trying to come up with the words she needed.

John ended the call and turned back, running his hands up Samantha's arms with a sigh. "I've got to run, beautiful. I'll see you tonight, ok?" He pulled her in for another deep kiss and headed to the elevator.

Well, at least I've got a few hours now to figure out how to break it off with him.


Several hours later, Samantha sat staring into the mirror, still having no idea what she was going to say. Janine had done an amazing job with her hair and makeup, her updo loose and tousled with a few artfully arranged curls trailing down her nape. Her look managed somehow to be both glamorous and understated.

A quick glance at the time and she knew she had none to spare. She stood, slipping out of her robe and into the dress the studio had sent over with Janine. Clearly they were taking this publicity shot very seriously.

She turned to the check her reflection and gaped. The dress was simply stunning. A deeply purple burgundy satin sheath that flared from her knees, it had a high collar, but was sleeveless, with a deeply plunging back. It would almost look demure from the front, if not for the sheer diagonal panel that slashed across from high under her left breast across her belly and down her right hip.

She twisted in front of the mirror. Only two tiny spaghetti straps criss-crossed her back, the plunging swag of fabric bared the long, flawless line of her spine, barely covering her new tattoo. The sheer panel showed off her ribs and navel, its low cut down her hip making clear she could not be wearing any underwear with this dress.

She wished she could be wearing this for Everett. Wished she could see the look in his eyes when he saw it.

She lifted her hand, smoothing it over her chain and lock, hidden under the high collar of her dress. No one could see it, but the weight of it was her comfort. Her security.

"Madam," Jarvis interrupted her reverie. "This package has just arrived for you, and your limo is waiting."

Samantha glanced at the package. Plain brown wrapping, no apparent return address. "Thank you, Jarvis. Please put it on my desk. It will have to wait. Cinderella is off to the ball." She winked.

Jarvis sniffed. "I hope Madam does not mean to imply that I am her fairy godmother."

"Never!" Samantha giggled. "Good night, Jarvis."

"Good evening, ma'am."

--

Maria sat slumped on the bus, glaring at the closed door to the back bedroom. Everett had disappeared back there again, as soon as they came back from the diner and hadn't come out since. So far this trip had been a total bust in terms of gaining his attention. She had hoped that getting him away from the Ice Bitch might help, but nothing.

Eugene had made it clear he'd be happy to distract her, but she had her eye set on bigger fish.

To top it off, the guys insisted on turning on the network's coverage of the Charity Ball! Couldn't they be normal guys and turn on a game or something?

The door to the back bedroom opened and Everett stepped out, rubbing his belly. "We got any antacid's in here?"

Maria jumped up, "I'm sure I can find something somewhere."

A loud wolf whistle distracted her, and all eyes turned toward Neil and Henry. "Take a look at that! Shit, that Samantha Noelle is a fuckin' hot one!"

Scowling, Maria turned to peer around the men crowding the TV screen.

"Didn't you used to work for her, Johnson?"

There was no answer and Maria turned to see Everett staring, eyes locked on the flickering image of Samantha Noelle, smiling and laughing, tucked against John Cena's side.

--

This is work, Samantha reminded herself sharply, you're a professional. Show the audience what a good time you're having.

She sighed, wishing she could be anywhere else. Preferably wherever Everett was.

John's arm slid around her waist, his hand settling on her bare back. She tensed, but just barely managed not to pull away. She closed her eyes for an instant, imagining it was Everett's arm curling around her. His hand would skim the deep fall of the back of her gown, fingers teasing along the hidden mark, his mark, that only the two of them knew was there. A tiny reminder of her place. A tease for what would happen after the ball…

She smiled, leaning into the arm surrounding her, forgetting for a moment that it was not her Master at her side.
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-- John Cena --

John held Samantha's hand as they walked into the charity dinner banquet hall. Celebrities from all walks of life seemed to be visiting among themselves around the tables they had been assigned, drinking champagne, snacking on hordoeuvres being offered by the waiters and waitresses that walked around with their trays. A large stage was set up on the side wall of the banquet room and men and women stood up there doing mike checks and preparing their equipment.

John and Samantha were guided to their tables and were met up with Vince and Linda McMahon, Hunter Helmsley, Shaun Micheals, Shane McMahon and his wife, as well as several other 'WWE' associated executive staff. They all greeted Samantha with warm hugs, friendly greetings, and firm handshakes.

The entire back wall was lined with new cameras for major networks, internet networks, and even freelancers. The entire place sizzled with electricity and excitement. As the guests settled in, their attention turned to the stage where the host came up, welcomed them all for coming and thanking everyone for attending. He brought out dozens of kids and their families to sit up in the front tables specially reserved for them and began talking about some of the battles each of the families had to face.

It was when the host got to a little girl fighting brain cancer did John Cena start to get antsy, holding Samantha's hand and smiling in an almost ridiculous way. The host said, "This is Caroline Hooper. Her parents are Gregg and Rita Hooper and she has brain cancer. She has been at St. Jude for 6 months now and has been fighting the good fight." This usually indicated a losing fight, but no one said anything. He said, "As you can see by her Cena shirt, wrist bands, and hat on her head, that she is a pretty big fan of a particular celebrity in the group. She has a make a wish to ask for. Honey, can you tell the audience what your wish is?"

The host knelt next to the girl and she smiled and said, "I want to hug John Cena!"

Suddenly the spotlights all shifted towards John and Samantha, every camera turned to the two of them as John smiled and got up. The girl went hysterical as she put her hands to her mouth and screamed in excitement as John walked up to the front of the room, to the stage, and knelt down and gave her a hug. The entire audience seemed to cheer and cry in joy! John looked to mom and dad and had them take as many pictures as they wanted for him and Carolina, even going so far as she sitting the little girl on his muscle packed arm as he flexed! It was the girls dream come true!

As he set her back on the ground, Cena leaned in and whispered something to Caronlina and she nodded vigorously! John slipped a small felt box into her hand and then stood up and said, "Isn't she an angel?" The crowd cheered wildly. As they subsided, he said, "My best friend here has also offered to help her new best friend with something too. Samantha Noelle, would you be so kind as to join me up here on stage?"

Every camera seemed to turn towards her and she nervously rose up, mummers filling the room filled with anticipation. It seemed everyone knew what was coming. As she walked up onto the stage, John looked at her and said, "I hope you can all forgive me to a small commercial break from the main event, but Ms. Samantha Noelle, I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you. You have become the reason I get up and put up the good fight. Recently, I realized just how close I came to losing you in that accident and I decided I can't wait any longer."

John could see tears growing in Samantha's face and he figured she had figured out what was going on. With every camera in the building pointed at the two of them, John dropped to his knee, gave Carolina a gentle nudge and waited as she opened the ring case and turned it to her. The ring was stunning as she offered it to Samantha.

John looked at her and said, "Miss Samantha Noelle, would you give me the honor of marrying me?"

The audience gasped then fell silent, every eye virtually in the world watched in nervous anticipation as she processed what she would say.

-- Everett --

Everett stared in shock as John took a knee and proposed to Samantha. He didn't know what to feel at the moment. He could feel his heart starting to break. This was John Cena, one of the most famous wrestlers of all time and one of the nicest men on the planet not to mention one of the richest proposing to the Diva of Fox News and heart throb of every man on the planet. God he wanted to call her right then... he wanted to save her... he wanted to run away.

To his shock, he felt Maria slip up next to him apparently sensing his distress and put her arms around him and said, "Good for her. She deserves a good man in her life."

A good man... the words bombarded his brain like ... well very big bombs. His mind couldn't think straight. That was HIS woman on that stage! She had promised herself to him and ONLY him! Yet... what could he do for her that Cena couldn't do better?

A good man... he wasn't always a good man. He had manipulated her. He had fucked her when she didn't want to be fucked. He had taken exploitable photos of her. He had made her pee on the balcony of her own home. He had humiliated her. He had caused her horrible pain and even greater pleasure. He had forced her to put a tattoo on her back without giving her a choice. He felt his heart breaking as he stared at the TV, his eyes on Samantha...
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Samantha's right hand fluttered up to her throat, pressing against the hidden chain and lock. Master! Her eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for the one face that was not there. Needing him to appear on this stage, appear and claim her. Save her from having to answer this impossible question.

Camera flashes exploded incessantly, all eyes were on the three of them.

Samantha looked to John, adoration and hope shining in his eyes.

She turned to Carolina, positively bouncing in her excitement to be a part of her hero's big moment.

How could she deny either of them? How could she humiliate John and break this little girl's heart in front of an audience of millions?

Everett would understand. Wouldn't he? He cared about people. He was the one who opened her eyes. He would see that in this moment she just couldn't shatter this little girl. Not here. Not tonight.

"Yes." The whisper barely sounded in the silence of the room, but the high-pitched squeal that let loose from Carolina's throat clued in the audience waiting breathlessly for Samantha's answer. Thunderous applause and whistles drowned out everything else as John lifted the ring and slowly slid it onto Samantha's finger before standing and enveloping her in a tight hug, lifting her and spinning her in a swirling circle as Carolina clapped and giggled.

Samantha leaned close, pressing her lips to John's ear to be heard over the crowd. "Give Carolina a spin, too. She deserves it."

Stepping back as John set her down, she smiled as peals of excited giggles followed John lifting Carolina and spinning her around, thanking her for all her help. Samantha looked down at the stunning ring sparkling on her left hand, a little shell-shocked.

As they stepped down, handing the stage back over to the Make-A-Wish festivities several camera crews followed.

"Ms. Noelle, were you surprised?"

"Mr. Cena, you looked nervous. You didn't really have any doubts, did you?"

"Ms. Noelle, can we see the ring?"

Bombarded by questions, Samantha felt John curl his arm around her waist and she put on a smile for the camera, holding out her left hand to show off the sparkling masterpiece on her finger. "Now please," she nodded to the cameras, "we appreciate the excitement and the well wishes, but John and I don't want to distract anyone from the important work being done here tonight, alright? Thank you."

Waiting a moment for the cameras to focus back on the stage, Samantha turned to head back to their table, immediately bumping into Bill McLean and his wife.

"Congratulations, Sam. John." Bill swept her into a hug.

"I-… thank you, Bill." Samantha's eyes darted around the room, even though she knew she would not see the one face she longed to.

Helen leaned over, rubbing a hand up and down Samantha's arm, a tiny frown creasing her brow. "Are you alright, dear?"

"She's fine, she's fine," Bill grinned. "Just a little surprised. That was the whole idea, hey John?"

Samantha nodded absently, covering Helen's fingers with her own. "He's right. I'm fine."

Helen grinned. "Well, then, let me see this ring!"

--

Maria's attention was split. Keeping one eye on the spectacle on the TV, while watching Everett's reaction closely. This could be her chance to bring his attention around to her. She despised Noelle. The Ice Bitch had cost her at least one position in the network that she was aware of… who knows how many more. But if playing the sweet and sympathetic assistant paved her way into Everett's good graces, she could do that. Whatever it took.

She watched Cena spin Noelle around, saw her press her lips against his ear. Judging by the soft gasp from next to her, she'd guess Everett saw it, too.

"Is your stomach still bothering you, sir?" she murmured, daring to stroke her hand slowly up and down his back. "Let me go find those antacids for you."

She stood to head to the bathroom at the back of the bus when she heard Eugene's voice.

"Holy shit, take a look at that rock!"

Maria glanced back and felt a curl of envy in her belly. She could work for a decade and not be able to afford a ring like that! And that bitch Noelle could probably buy it for herself a dozen times over.

She glanced at Everett, saw him staring at the ring filling the TV screen.

"A woman would have to be insane to turn down a rock like that!" She let wistful envy fill her voice, aiming it at Everett. He deserved a better woman than that Ice Bitch. She just needed to show him that a better woman was right beside him for the taking. Then he'd forget all about Samantha Noelle.
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-- John --

Ever since he was a child, John had made cut out cardboard championship belts, built a ring in the backyard out of tarp, some wooden stakes and rope, and had his dad take him to every match he could get into. He had been such a skinny twerp back in the day but now, he was big, buff, powerful, and a man literally on the top of his game. He had always lived by the creed he wore on every sports jersey he could come get made... 'Never Give Up!' He had traveled around world, had put his foot on every continent on the planet, been in every country from China to Russia to Australia and every one in between. He loved what he did and he had no plans on stopping.

That was a drop in a bucket compared to what had just happened to him just now. Holding the hand of Samantha, he couldn't take the grin off his face if you broke his nose to do so. He had found the woman of his dreams, had fallen so deeply in love with her that all other women faded to dust in his eyes, and she had said YES when he asked her to spend the rest of her life with him! She had said YES!!! Samantha Noelle Cena! Every since he had first seen her on Fox News, he had known she was the woman he was meant to be with and she was going to become his wife!

"Any idea of the big day?" Vince leaned over to Samantha, kissing her hand.

"Tomorrow!" Cena popped off looking to Samantha and seeing her smile fade ever so slightly and then joked out the rest, "I mean...if I had my way about it."

Bill looked over and said, "You know Sammy. I think I know where you can tie the knot. My cabin near Denver. You remember the place?" Bill could see Samantha seemed so overwhelmed by what was going on and he recalled Helen acting much the same way when he had proposed to her nearly 40 years ago.

"Yes!" Cena snapped his as if he had an aha moment and said, "You showed me photos of the place. It was gorgeous! You did well for yourself sir."

As the evening progressed, the talk of a wedding fell to the side lines as the St. Jude dinner took place. More than 20 wishes were granted as the celebrities they children wished for was in the audience and was happy to step up and give hugs and kisses to make that child's lifetime! Other than the John Cena highlight which was already making the rounds on the Entertainment news outlets, the final little girl, Candace was asked what her wish was.

She was handed the microphone and said, "I wish to sing a song with Adele."

To her amazement, Adele raised up out of the audience to thunderous applause and to the raw excitement of Candace, the famous singer said, "Come on ya'll, let's end this night with some dancing." She and Candace began to sing 'Set Fire to the Rain'. To Adele's pleasant surprise, Candace sang with nearly the same range as Adele did. If a person were to close their eyes and listen, they would have been hard pressed to seperate the two voices.

Cena leaned into Samantha and said, "Come on. let's dance."

He stood up, offered his hand and accepted it and began to guide her to the small dance floor, Cena saw Carolina and waved her to the dancefloor as well as she showed up, Cena looked to Sammy and said, "I hope you don't mind sharing this dance with my best friend, baby." He scooped up the little girl into one arm, wrapped his other arm around to the small of her back and recoiled ever so slightly at the feel of old callus skin where her tattoo was at, still less than a week old.

John glanced at her back and looked up at her and said, "New tattoo eh? I can't wait to see it later."

Carolina giggled as she hugged her hero as tight as she could and the three of them danced away...

The camera's occassionally zooming in on the new fiance's...

-- Everett --

He had long since headed back to his private bedroom and taken off his suit coat and slacks, trading off for a T-Shirt and Gym shorts. The bus pulled into Holiday Inn Suites by 9PM. He was the first one off the bus, glancing at the TV in time to see his slave dancing with John 'Fucking' Cena and his Make a Wish girl.

He carried his belongings to the hotel receptionist and asked for his room. The lady who checked him in, explained the price of the room, where the room was located and it was an adjoining room to his executive assistant, Maria. Somehow, that seemed to rub him raw at the moment but he said nothing as he accepted the key, told his team they would meet in the morning at 4am to get to the diner in town.

He left the team and headed up to his room, oblivious of Maria's eyes on him as he left. Everett was lost in his own thought. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel. As soon as he dropped his gear in his room, he slid the card key into his pocket and then slipped into his running shoes and left the room.

When he was particularly troubled about things going on life, he found the best way to tend to it is to run. Get his body focused on something else and the pain isn't so bad. He walked out of the room, just as the driver was finishing his check in at registration, headed out the back of the hotel and to his surprise, found the back parking lot was linked to a HUGE mall with an even larger parking lot.

He shoved his ear buds into his ears, cranked up the 80's metal band playlist up as loud as he could handle and took off into the night...
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"Mr. Cena," a young woman hesitantly taped John on the shoulder, interrupting their dance, "I'm sorry, but it's almost time for the second round of presentations. The Ferdinand trailer is cued up and ready to roll and the books and Ferdinand toys are all here for the donation to St. Jude's. I just need you to come with me."

John hesitated a moment, looking at Samantha.

She nodded, smiling. "Go. I need to visit the powder room anyway." It was not entirely a lie. She needed an escape, and a quiet moment in the privacy of the washroom would serve as well as any.

She needed to catch her breath. To think. More than anything else she needed to hear her Master's voice. To know that he understood that she'd been trapped in that moment, but she would only ever be his. She lifted her hand to press against the hidden lock at her throat, its reassuring weight soothing her.

Eyes caught on the sparkling ring on her finger, John smiled, pressing a quick kiss against her fingers. "I won't be long."

Samantha smiled absently, thoughts already turning to Everett. Darting quickly in and out among the crowd, oblivious to those calling her name, offering congratulations, she pushed through the lobby doors, down a long darkened hallway, to the furthest powder room she could find, grateful to find it empty.

Settling in one of the chairs lining the far wall of mirrors, her fingers were flying almost before she sat down, immediately pulling up Everett's number, firing off a short text. "BY NOW YOU'VE SEEN OR HEARD. I CAN EXPLAIN."

She sighed. This would be so much easier to say, but she couldn't wait to see him in person, and texting would be more private than speaking if anyone suddenly came in. Before she could even decide how to explain phone chimed for an incoming text.

"NOTHING TO EXPLAIN. HE CAN GIVE YOU MORE THAN I CAN. CONGRATS. HOPE YOU'LL BE VERY HAPPY TOGETHER."

Samantha could only stare, the phone trembling in her fingers, the tightness in her chest squeezing the breath from her body. How could he…? Didn't he…? Her fingers hit the call button of their own accord, all thoughts of privacy gone.

"Hello?"

Maria's voice answering Everett's phone stopped Samantha's desperate speech in its tracks.

"Hello? Ms. Noelle?"

"W-where's Everett?"

"He just stepped into the shower." Was that satisfaction in Maria's voice? What was she doing in his room? Painful possibilities filled Samantha's mind, shot daggers into her heart.

"We were watching the Gala. Congratulations, by the way. You're a lucky woman, to snag such a good man." If she didn't know Maria better, Samantha might have believed she was sincere. "Did you want me to give Mr. Johnson a message for you? I'm sure he'll be out soon."

"n-no. No, it wasn't important. Thank you." She disconnected the call before she had to listen to anything more that Maria had to say, dropping her phone to the counter and burying her face in her hands with a sob.

--

Maria smiled as the call abruptly disconnected. Hesitating only a moment, she quickly scrolled through the logs, erasing the record of the call and text from Samantha's number before carefully replacing the phone on the bedside table.

By the time Everett returned, panting and sweaty from his long run, she was ready.

"Mr. Johnson. Good evening," she smiled. "I've finished your unpacking for you and set up the computer and video feed so we can go through the dailies from this afternoon when you're ready."

Everett looked around, the suspicion fading from his eyes just a bit.

Maria bit back a smile. Perfect. "I'm guessing you'd like to shower, so I'll just slip into my room and perhaps order us something to eat? Pizza, maybe? I could call Neil to join us as well. We could discuss tomorrow's shots."

Now Everett was looking more surprised than suspicious. "OK."

--

Samantha heard the door to the powder room open and sat up quickly, grabbing a tissue from the box on the counter and dabbing at her eyes.

"Samantha?" Helen McLean peeked around the door. Seeing her, she stepped in, quickly closing the door behind her. "Are you all right, dear? Oh. I can see that you're not." Concern filled her features. "Where's that young man of yours?"

"Everett's on a Dining With Friends shoot…"

Helen's eyebrow lifted. "He's where?"

Samantha blinked, realizing what she just said. "I mean… John… John went to do the Ferdinand presentation to St. Jude's."

Helen sat down on the chair next to Samantha's, picking up her hand and patting it softly. "In all the years we've been married, I've never told Bill this… but … I was seeing someone else when Bill proposed to me."

Samantha stared, at a loss for words.

"I've never regretted my choice," Helen continued. "You just need to make sure you're following your heart. And don't wait too long to decide, dear. Better a broken engagement than a broken heart."

Helen patted her hand again. "Although, I'm afraid no matter which way you decide, someone is going to end up with a broken heart."

Samantha nodded, wiping again at her tears before it ruined her mascara. She was very much afraid that it was already too late, and the broken heart would be her own.
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-- Everett --

Everett couldn't concentrate on the dailies at all. He stared at his phone nearly the entire time as they walked through shot after shot, deciding which stayed or which got cut. He kept staring at his phone waiting and wondering when she would contact him. He thought about trying to contact her but figured she was still at that charity dinner and unable to answer the phone. Besides, what kind of an impression would he make calling his slave and demanding to know if she was still his? Not much in the realm of confidence in himself or them.

His confidence was waning at best. He had to have faith that she was still his and the only reason she did what she did was because of all the cameras and the little girl. She had to have been going through tremendous pressure when John had dropped to his knee and that stupid little girl handed her the ring box. How could anyone say no with every TV in America watching and expecting everyone's favorite TV daughter to say yes?

"Boss... you okay?" Neil said as he and David looked back and forth at each other then glanced to Maria who also sat there in silence.

Everett looked up, momentarily escaping his train of thought and saw that everyone in the room seemed to be watching him curiously. He nodded and said, "Yeah. I am fine. Just got distracted a moment. It is pretty late after all."

"Perhaps we should call it a night. It is nearly 11 after all." He heard Maria say as the rest of the crew began to get up and gather their things. As the two men left the room with their laptops, Maria turned and looked at him and said, "I am right next door if you need me. My door is unlocked." She tipped her head towards the doors that connected the rooms.

She went through the adjoining door and closed her room door behind her. He looked up at stared at the twin doors before finally getting up and closing his door and locking it. He didn't care for the vibes that she was giving off, particularly in the middle of his relationship crisis.

He wrestled with the idea of calling and when he finally did call her cell phone, it went straight to voice mail which told him her box was full and unable to receive messages. So she was ignoring him now? Anger grew in him wondering what in the hell she was thinking or doing to believe this was okay in any way. If she wanted to break it off, she should have just come out and say it, not give the cold shoulder!

'You still have the photos...' the thought raced through his mind and he shook his head and dismissed it as quickly as it came into his head. He wouldn't threaten her with those photos ever again.

He stared at his phone again. Why was she doing this to him? He went to dial once more... then stopped. He had to have faith. He had to have faith...

-- John --

John smiled as he helped Samantha out of the limo and then said, "Well, my dear, I can't tell you how amazing this evening has been. I don't want it to end..." He spun her around slightly, leaning her against the car and kissing her firmly, letting his tongue explore her mouth.

He looked into her eyes after a long moment and said, "Would you mind if I stayed here tonight?"

There as no doubt in his eyes what he intended on doing with her. He would give her a reason to scream all night long.

-- Jarvis --

Jarvis stared up at the clock and it read 9:40 PM. He rolled onto his side on the narrow twin bed that was in the servant bedroom of Ms. Noelle's manor and began walking through his checklist again, in preparation for Ms. Noelle's annual Christmas Party she hosted here in two nights.

Normally, he wouldn't actually sleep at her place, preferring the comfort of his own home, but on days in which he knew he would be busy, he would often do so. As he walked through the list, it occurred to him of one thing he hadn't done yet. He needed to sort her mail and take care of paying the bills for her. He knew that technically that wasn't his real job, but over the last 4 months he somehow began to take it over. Anyways, he knew there was no sleeping until that was done.

He got up, reached for his white bathroom and wrapped it around himself covering his pajama's up fully, then headed to her office where he found a massive pile of mail just sitting there waiting. For nearly an hour, he sorted through her bills, her fan mail, her packages, and her advertisements, putting them in their perspective places.

As he got to the end of the bills, he looked at the boxes on the table. Most of her fan mail was sent to her office, but on occasion a piece of two would end up at her home. He rolled his eyes as he looked at a particularly small brown parcel, pulled out his knife and sliced through the packaging of it.

He opened it and found a letter and a single USB thumb drive in it. He opened the letter and began to read. This was not fan mail! This was... a threat. A dire warning to her safety! The letter demanded that she send a cashier's check to a PO Box in the amount of $25,000 by the end of the week and to tell no one about this or the contents on the USB drive would be released to the media!

Jarvis took the drive, plugged it into the computer and found a photo file. He clicked on it and was shocked to find! Shot after shot after shot of Ms. Noelle bound naked to a table, being forced to suck on someone's dick, getting beaten, being made to scream out. He clicked on a video feed and watched in horror as someone forced her to what appeared to sound like orgasm. He saw the FOX logo, and one photo even held up a newpaper date which was ... LAST FRIDAY?!?!?! This had happened less than a week ago?!?!

Horror filled his brain as he realized that was about the time Everett suddenly showed up in his boss's life! Could he have been the one who had taken these photos? It had to be? Ms. Noelle, up until last Friday night, had always treated that man like poop and suddenly they were lovers and she was acting like she loved him?!?!

Everett was blackmailing Samantha?! That was the only thing that made sense. That twerp was not good enough for his cousin from the start! That's how he had done it! He had somehow blackmailed her into taking those photos and was using those photos to force a wedge in her life! It was the only thing that made any sense at all to him.

His mind moved to Sammy a moment and suddenly felt so sad for her. She was being blackmailed by this vile man and she had keep putting on a brave face despite the horrific events taking place in her life. That would also explain the bag of sex toys he had found on her dresser yesterday. Samantha was WAY too dignified to play with things like that!

He felt the urge to jump up and run to her, tell her it was okay, inform her that he knew what Everett .... his lip curled at the though of saying his name ... was doing to her. Just to let her know she was not alone.

What if just him knowing though was enough for that Everett bastard to release these despicable photos? He hated Everett with everything in his being! How would he handle this? What was he going to do?

He would NOT let him get away with it! He wouldn't! He reached for his phone, flipped through his contact list and finally dialed up a private investigator friend, name Conner Toretto. The phone rang a long time before a gruff voice finally answered, "This had better be fucking important, Jarvis. I was dicking my..."

"Save it. I have a job for you. The usual fee... no... double. It has to start now though. I need you to ... thoroughly investigate someone." Jarvis said calmly.

"Just investigate... or... more than investigate." The rough man's voice said. Somewhere in the distance, a woman's voice said, "Come back to bed..."

"Will you take it? I want you to do what you have to do." Jarvis said calmly.

"What's the job?" Conner said calmly.

-- Everett --

He stared at his phone waiting for her to call. Frustration finally got the better of him and he called her cell again... only for it to go straight to mail which was of course full and unable to record his message.

He dialed up the home phone and Jarvis answered. Everett smiled in relief and said, "Jarvis. It's Everett. Umm, is Sammy home yet?"

"Mr. Johnson. Sammy is unavailable at the moment. She is with Mr. John Cena." Jarvis said with an even yet sickeningly calm tone. He couldn't let this bastard know he was on to him.

"Okay. Can you leave a message?" Everett asked. Something about his tone made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Jarvis was a prick normally, but was he extra prickly this time?

"Go ahead." Jarvis said making no attempt to write down anything at all.

"Just tell her I called and want her to call me back as soon as she gets a moment." Everett said.

"Message received. Good bye." Jarvis said and hung up. The bastard wasn't going to hurt his boss ever again. He was going to see to it!

Everett heard the sudden click and stared at the phone. What was up his ass today? He laid down and tried to push down what he was feeling... falling asleep along the way...
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Hearing the lock on Everett's door click softly, Maria sighed. The slow pace of her attempted seduction was frustrating but it was clear Everett needed more time.

A soft chuckle bubbled up. She couldn't have timed Cena's proposal more perfectly if she'd planned it herself. The Ice Bitch removed herself from the competition with that acceptance on national television.

Not that Maria could imagine that there was actually anything mutual between Everett and Samantha Noelle. He was just infatuated. That would fade soon enough, once he saw that she, Maria, was the perfect woman for him.

She would bide her time. Make herself indispensible. Take care of his every need. But not push for anything more. Yet. And tomorrow? Tomorrow it might be a good idea if his cellphone were conveniently misplaced on the bus. If she made sure the battery ran down and tucked it deep down between the cushions of his seat, with any luck it would take days for anyone to find it. Meaning all his calls would have to be filtered through her.

But that is for tomorrow. Tonight… tonight she would leave her adjoining door unlocked and sleep in the nude. Just in case.

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Samantha pressed her hand against John's chest reinforcing the slight distance between them as he pulled back from the kiss.

"Would you mind if I stayed here tonight?"

She drew a deep breath, scrambling for an acceptable refusal, when she heard an unexpected voice behind her.

"Samantha?"

She spun around John, seeing Evie and Heath exiting the doors of her building.

"Jarvis told us you were out. We thought maybe you and Everett had forgotten our plans for this evening…" Evie's voice trailed off slightly as she noticed John for the first time, standing with his arm protectively around Samantha's shoulder. Her eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down. "I'm sorry," she turned sharp eyes on Samantha, "are we interrupting something? Where is your M-…"

"Everett's out on a shoot for work," Samantha spoke quickly, cutting off Evie's question. "John, this is one of my oldest friends, Evie, and her husband Heath." Samantha blurted the stilted introduction, "Evie, this is John. My…"

"Her fiancé," John cut in smoothly, with a possessive smile.

Evie's mouth dropped open, eyes widening, looking from Samantha to John and back again. "I'm sorry, her what?"
Samantha smiled tremulously, grateful that John was standing behind her as she blinked up at Evie, lost. "John proposed tonight. At the Make-A-Wish Gala. On national television. With the help of a little wish recipient named Caroline." She lifted her shaking hand to show off the stunning ring he'd placed on her finger.

Evie looked deeply into Samantha's eyes, recognizing the lost little girl look immediately. "Oh, Sam," she wrapped her arms around Samantha, pulling her trembling form into a tight hug, whispering, "it will all be okay. Have a little faith in your Master."

Samantha shook her head sadly. "I already tried to explain. He texted that he hoped we would be happy together. When I tried to call him, Maria answered his phone and he was in the shower." She blinked back tears. "He's finished with me Evie, and I don't know what to do."

Evie glanced over to see John and Heath in quiet conversation. She smiled her gratitude at her perceptive husband who'd just earned himself a reward later tonight. She turned back to Samantha. "What do you want to do?" She wrapped her fingers around Samantha's arms. "Do you trust your Master?"

"I- I don't know! I want to." Samantha's eyes dropped. "But Maria…"

"Do you trust her more than you trust your Master?"

"No! I wouldn't trust that bitch as far as I could throw her," Samantha growled.

"But you believe her?"

"Well… no… I…" Samantha looked up, eyes wide. "Why did I not question?"

"Do you want to marry John?"

"I don't want to hurt John." Samantha's shoulders dropped. "He's so sweet and kind and such a gentleman. Any woman would be lucky to marry him."

"But do you want to?"

Samantha sighed. "John could never make me happy and I don't think I could make him happy either. He has no idea…"

Evie raised a sharp eyebrow, still waiting for her answer.

Blushing, Samantha whispered, "there's only one man I could ever marry." She lifted her fingers to her throat, caressing the chain and lock hidden under the high collar of her dress. Her smile faded. "but he'll never ask me to marry him."

Pressing a finger under Samantha's chin, forcing her eyes up, Evie grinned, "and where is it written that you can't ask him?"

Samantha's eyes flew open wide, her mouth dropping, "But he's… I'm…"

"Did you think Heath wasn't the one who proposed to me?" Evie looked fondly over at her husband, then back to Samantha. "Perhaps we still should go upstairs for that visit? Don't you think it's time for John to learn a little more about the woman he's proposed to?"
"Evie…" Samantha shook her head.

"Nothing too dramatic dear. Just a bit of an eye-opening." Evie turned away, speaking up. "Heath, dear, we're going to go up for that drink after all."

Heath looked over and silently acknowledged the order underneath the words. He smiled. "Yes, ma'am."

Samantha caught John's slightly puzzled smile as they turned to walk through the doors toward the Penthouse elevator.


The private elevator dinged, doors opening to release them and Samantha led the way to her door, slipping her key into the lock and opening the door wide. As coats were removed, Samantha's eyes goggled and John started to cough.

Evie smiled, admiring the ropes criss-crossed over Heath's bare chest. "oh, we had a previous engagement that was unexpectedly cancelled. It didn't seem worth going home to change. You don't mind, do you dears?"

Samantha smiled, ever the gracious host. "Of course not, Evie. Have a seat and I'll get us some drinks."

"Heath will help you serve, dear."

"Oh, I don't…" Samantha started.

"Yes, Mistress," Heath nodded, already at her side as Evie led John to the small seating area.

Drinks served, they settle in to quiet conversation, only the sight of Evie sitting on Heath's lap, her hands absently petting his hair, toying with his collar and ropes a reminder that they were anything other than any of the other couples they'd visited with all evening.
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