Behind Closed Doors.

Sam's face scrunched a bit at the thought of Matt being scrawny. He was the complete opposite now, all brawn and muscle and certainly, no one was going to confront Matt now. He cut an intimidating figure, Sam couldn't imagine anyone making him angry. The thought was enough to send a chill down her spine, one that was was all too familiar with. She swallowed at the thought, ignoring it the best she could as the silence spread across them again.

Slipping into the passenger seat of Matt's car, Sam clicked her seatbelt before relaxing into the seat. She looked out the window, her attention turning right back to Matt when he spoke. "I usually sleep a few hours early in the morning and a bit in the afternoon, if I can imagine to. But if I'm ever sleeping and you need me.." Sam trailed off, shrugging. It wasn't even something she ahd to consider. "Just wake me." Sam thought it was a given but she still felt like it was best to let Matt know that it was fine, that she would be available whenever he desired.

Climbing out of the car when they pulled up to Matt's house, Sam was a step or so behind Matt. She lingered by the door, eyeing Matt a bit warily. She wanted to follow after him and.. provide her body bu tit seemed like he was content to just retire to his bedroom. She wasn't sure what was expected of her just yet and she was struggling with what Matt wanted from her. Sam wasn't sure how to act normal around a man.

Smoothing her hands down her pants, Sam offered a small smile. "Goodnight, Matt. You know where to find me," she murmured, giving him a tiny nod before she turned to head to her room.

"Trust me, I'll have no issue waking you if I need you, for any reason," Matt said, glancing in Sam's direction with a smirk. Just because he preferred to treat his girls a little better than they were used to being treated didn't mean he wouldn't wake them if he found himself in the mood. And given that they were essentially working for him, they couldn't really tell him no. It was the one benefit of hiring an escort over having a girlfriend. He was always in control. Once they arrived at his home, Matt was quick to cut the engine and head inside, intent on showering and going to bed. As much as he would like to have a bit of fun, he knew he would regret it if he stayed up any later.

"Of course," Matt said. "I'll see you in the morning." Turning to head down the hall, Matt made his way down to his bedroom. He didn't linger in the shower, the exertion from the run catching up to him. Aside from that, he was thinking that he might get up a bit earlier than he'd originally planned and that would mean he would need to go to sleep a bit earlier than planned. Changing his alarm, Matt slipped into bed, allowing himself to fall into a restful but alert sleep. It was still dark outside when he woke up the next morning, but it wouldn't be for much longer. The sunrise was likely less than half an hour away, which gave him plenty of time to do what he wanted to do before he left the house.

Matt only made a detour to relieve himself before he made his way to the bedroom where Sam was staying, opening her door slowly so as not to wake her. He would be waking her up soon enough, anyway. He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, letting his eyes run over her body. She was certainly one of the best looking girls the company had sent him. He sat his hand on her hip, teasing his thumb underneath the waistband of the shorts she was wearing. He thought about waking her slowly but then instantly changed his mind. He didn't exactly have a lot of time to waste. So this would need to be quick. Moving his hand around to Sam's ass, Matt gave it a squeeze before giving it a sharp slap.

"Wake up, Samantha," Matt said, his voice low. "You and I are going to have a little fun before I leave for work."

Samantha really wasn't feeling up to the idea of showering off after the run that she'd gone on with Matt but she had a feeling he'd end up waking her up early in the morning. There was something in the way he commented that he'd see her in the morning that had cemented the feeling in the pit of her stomach. As ready as she was for bed, Samantha had to follow in on her routine. She retreated to her room, washing off her face before she turned the shower on. The heat and the warmth of the water was enough to ease the tension in her shoulders and she was almost relieved that she'd decided to take a shower. It helped her to relax and get ready for bed.

She'd slept better than she thought she would have, curled under the covers with them pulled up to her chin. Sam turned slightly when the mattress dipped beside her but she settled back into her slumber almost in the same moment. Letting out a content sigh when Matt's hand touched her thigh, Sam instinctively started to roll onto her back. Every part of her being was used o her work so she even gave a response in her sleep.

Jolting awake at Matt's slap, a sleepy smile settled on her features when she realized what had woken her. "Morning, sir," Sam greeted, pushing the blanket off of her body. She pushed herself up just long enough to grab at Matt's far wrist. Tugging on it as she fell back against the pillows, Sam pressed her lips to his. She grinned into the kiss, her hands sliding down to her waistband. Sam pushed her shorts down her thighs, lifting her lips just long enough to be able to kick them all the way to her ankles.

"Just the wake up I was hoping for," Sam purred, her nails teasing down his torso. Nipping at Matt's jawline, Sam's lips teased toward his ear. "Can I play?" She whispered, letting out a moan. "Please?"

To Matt, there really wasn't a better way to start the day than with a good fuck. It was a surefire way to put him in a good mood, at least until something or someone else knocked him back down. And it was another example of the advantages of hiring an escort over having a girlfriend. A girlfriend could tell him no if he woke her in the morning for sex. His escorts could not. And the way Sam seemed to instinctually roll over before she was even truly awake told Matt she would always be more than willing to let him wake her this way. Matt made no move to stop Sam as she pulled him close and kissed him, letting her have this fleeting moment of control before he inevitably snatched it back from her.

Hearing Sam's question, Matt couldn't help but smirk. His original intentions had been to make this quick and rough, only enough for him to get off before he had to go to work. But he would be lying if he said he didn't like the idea of laying back and letting Sam do a little work on him. It wasn't exactly like he could be late, anyway. After all, he was the boss. No one could really get mad at him. "Well since you asked so nicely..." Matt let his voice trail off, taking this opportunity to roll the two of them over so that Sam was straddling his hips. "I suppose I can let you play just a little. But first." Matt gripped the hem of Sam's shirt, yanking it over her head and tossing it onto the floor. Since it was first thing in the morning, there was no bra and Matt was instantly rewarded with the sight of Sam's perfect, perky tits.

Sliding his hands up her torso, Matt cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands before he squeezed them roughly. He was definitely going to have to fuck her before he went to work because God, he wanted to see these tits bounce. "What would you like to play first, Samantha?" Matt asked teasingly, continuing to fondle her breasts. "Here's what I'd like to do. First I'd like to see you slide down my body and show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours. And then I want you to ride me so I can watch your perfect little tits bounce while I fuck you until you're screaming my name. And if you do a really good job, maybe I'll give you a little reward, hmm?"

Samantha would never admit it to Matt because she didn't want to give him something that he could potentially hold over her head. But she'd always be eager for Matt to wake her up like this, to come home and let his frustrations out on her body because she was beginning to understand something about Matt. He wasn't as selfish as the men she usually slept with, he hadn't just ended things once he was finished. She wouldn't always expect that sort of treatment but if she had to take his anger at times, she would - because she doubted that Matt's anger was worse than things she'd had to suffer through in the past.

A shiver ran up her spine at Matt's whispered words just before he flipped them over. Sam sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, letting out a soft moan as she rolled her hips against him. God, she could feel him and she wanted more. She wanted to strip away their clothes and get right to things but her ideas shifted the moment Matt began to speak again. If Matt had another desire, Sam would always be willing to do as he asked.

"Mm... I dunno," Sam teased as she leaned down, nipping at Matt's bottom lip before she starting a path down his torso. Her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, pushing the fabric down his hips before she settled between his legs. She looked up, her eyes locking with Matt's as she leaned forward, her tongue teasing up the underside of his cock. Sam couldn't help but smirk as she wrapped her lips around his tip, her eyes remaining locked on his.

Matt had no doubt in his mind that he would get exactly what he wanted. There was no way Sam would say no to him. There was no way she could. She had to conform to what he wanted, although he didn't see that ever being a problem. Matt kept his gaze on Sam as she slid down his body, sucking in a slow breath as she pulled down his boxers just enough to let his cock spring free. He couldn't help the soft groan that slipped out of his mouth when he finally felt her mouth on his cock, reaching down to tangle his fingers in her soft, blonde hair. He'd originally been a little worried about too rough with Sam too soon but then he realized he didn't really care. It wasn't exactly like she could do anything about it.

So Matt gave Sam a few seconds to adjust to having him in her mouth before he tightened his grip on her hair, holding her head in place as he basically started to fuck her mouth. It wasn't rough enough to hurt her but definitely rough enough to make her gag. He continued until he felt himself starting to get close and then moved her head away, reaching over to fumble in the drawer of his nightstand until he found a condom. He opened it as quickly as he could without risking tearing it and quickly rolled it onto his cock, tossing the wrapper onto the floor. He looked down at Sam with a smirk. "You've definitely got a talented mouth," he said, running his thumb over her bottom lip. "But now I want you to come up here and fuck yourself on my cock until you're screaming my name."

Matt kept his hands on Sam's hips, helping her to lift up and settle down onto his cock. He groaned softly as she started to move, rolling his hips into hers as a silent way of telling her to move faster. "There you go, baby, just like that," he said, encouraging her. He only kept her gaze for a split second before he stared at her chest, making no effort to hide this. She had one of the best sets of tits he'd ever seen and he couldn't keep his eyes off of them, following their movements as they bounced as he continued to fuck her. "I need you to cum for me, Sam," Matt panted. He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching but he wouldn't let this end unless she was satisfied as well. "Cum for me like the little whore you are. And make sure you scream so everybody knows how much you love my cock."

Matt's grip tightening on her hair was almost natural for Sam and as strange as it sounded, it was a relief to her. She knew what this was, she knew how to work with a man who wanted to be rough with her. She relaxed as much as she could, tears welling in her eyes as hse was forced to gag around his cock. Her eyes lifted to watch his features as she struggled to breathe. Each time that he pulled away from her, she'd tease the tip of his cock with her tongue.

Gasping as he pulled away from her, Sam sat up slowly. She watched him expectantly, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. Sam didn't bother trying to wipe away the saliva that had pooled on her chest. She smirked as his words, moving up Matt's body a bit more eagerly than she cared to admit at the moment. Moaning as she lowered herself on his cock, Sam gave an experimental roll of her hips. "F-Fuck. So big," she whined, giving another roll of her hips.

Her movements were slow at first, quickly growing more desperate as Matt fucked her. "Please," she whimpered, her hips meeting Matt's with each thrust. "Sosogood," her words were mumbled around a moan, her fingers circling her clit. Her head lolled backward as she braced herself against the mattress so that she could focus her attention on pleasing Matt. Matt's words seemed to be all it took to push Sam over the edge, arching her back as the first wave of pleasure hit her.

"Matt!" She cried out, spasming around Matt's cock. Sam let out a breathless moan as she shifted, forward, her eyes darkening as she placed a hand on either side of Matt's head. She smirked, giving another roll of her hips. It was enough to send a shiver up her spine, her sensitivity heightened. "Matt, I need you," she whined as she pressed against him.

Luckily it wasn't long before Matt could feel Sam clenching around him and the tightening sensation was all it took for him to let his own orgasm take over. He let out a low moan as he filled the end of the condom, giving a few weak thrusts as he rode out his high before relaxing against the bed. Running his hand up along Sam's side, he gave her a lazy smirk. "As much as I would love to go again, I've got to go to work now," he told her. He would try to deny that the thought of fucking her again was a tempting one, but he'd already taken enough time as it was. No one could be angry with him for being late, nor wou they dare to say a word about it, but Matt still had a reputation to uphold and he needed to get up and shower so he could leave.

Matt pushed out of bed, picking his boxes up from the floor and tugging them on. He looked over at Sam in his bed and smirked. "But don't worry, there will be plenty of days when you'll be the only thing I have to do," he said. He gave her a quick wink before he slipped out of her room and down the hall to the master bedroom. He took the time to grab fresh clothes before going into the bathroom, rushing a bit in the shower since he was already running late. As he headed down the hall to leave the house, he stopped by Sam's bedroom one last time. "I'm leaving," he announced. "I think you know the drill by now. Don't feel like you have to stay here all day." Giving her a grin, Matt backed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

He was anticipating an easy day today, so the news that greeted him as he walked into the building that fronted as his office was sorely unwelcome. A whole shipment missing? Surely Zacky was lying to him. But as much as Matt wanted to believe that, he knew Zacky wouldn't do that. Which meant Matt had to deal with an issue he hadn't anticipated dealing with today. So by the time he finally returned home at nearly one in the first, he was in an incredibly sour mood.

Sam laughed as she watched Matt disappear back through her bedroom door. She lifted her head and blew him a kiss before she relaxed into her mattress, deciding that it wouldn’t hurt for her to take a nap. She’d woken earlier than expected to please Matt. It was nothing abnormal to her, it didn’t matter one way or another but now, she was basking in the after sex fatigue that she knew so well. Burying herself back into the blankets, it wasn’t all that long before Sam managed to fall asleep again.

A few hours later, Sam awoke again. She couldn’t help but grin as she remembered waking earlier. Matt had wanted pleasure and she’d happily given it to him. What she wasn’t used to was that feeling being reciprocated. Deciding to get up and prepare for the day, Sam showered and readied herself before heading out of the house. She didn’t have anything particular in mind but she found herself at the local mall, heading into a lingerie store. Sam knew nothing about what Matt liked but she was sure that when he returned home tonight, he’d like to see her all dressed up. She had yet to meet a man who didn’t like being made to feel like a girl got all dolled up just for them.

Sam didn’t get home until later, having eaten dinner at a restaurant that she didn’t tend to get to. Sam had gotten dressed when she realized that it was nearly ten o’clock at night. Matt hadn’t returned but she was sure that he would be home soon.

She settled herself down on the couch in the living room, getting lost in the show that she had picked out. Sam only looked up when the show ended - it was eleven and Matt still wasn’t home. The longer that she waited for him, the more uncomfortable she became. Sam didn’t know Matt very well but she had a sinking feeling that something that probably amiss if he wasn’t home yet.

Sam forced herself to pay attention to the show she’d picked out, deciding that she wanted to take her mind off of her nerves. Focusing on her nerves wasn’t going to do any good.

When Matt finally stepped through the front door, Sam was quick to sit up. She eyed Matt, easily picking up on the tension that flowed through him. In the way that his shoulders were pulled tight, the way his mouth was set into a grim line. Sam swallowed, throwing out her original approach without even thinking about it. She bit her bottom lip, lowering herself to her knees in front of the couch. Sam looked up to Matt, a coy smile playing at the corners of her lips. “I’ve missed you,” she purred. “Can I show you?”

Ugh. Double post, sorry.

Stepping through the front door, Matt had all intentions of taking a shower and going to bed. It was late and he was tired. But the instant he saw Sam on her knees in front of the couch, those plans went out the window. "You missed me?" Matt repeated, a smirk growing on his face. He kicked off his shoes before he walked over to her, tracing his fingers almost tenderly along her jaw. But as he reached her hairline that quickly changed, his movements becoming almost snappy as he gripped a handful of her blonde hair in his fist. "You want to show me, huh? And how are you going to do that? Are you going to use that pretty little mouth of yours on me?" Letting go of her hair, Matt quickly undid the button and zipper on his jeans, shoving them down along with his boxers to let his cock spring free.

Taking a seat on the couch, Matt beckoned Sam forward. "Well then, show me how much you missed me," he said. He sat back on the couch, letting Sam move up between his legs. He groaned as he finally felt Sam start to touch him, looking at her with a lazy smirk. "Put your mouth on it now," he ordered her after a few minutes. "Wrap those pretty little red lips around my cock, take it all the way down your throat. Show me how much you missed me, like a good little girl." This was one of the biggest benefits of having an escort instead of a girlfriend. Where a girlfriend might have gone to bed when it had gotten late and Matt still wasn't home, Sam was waiting up for him, ready to be on her knees at a moment's notice. And she never told him no.

"Uhhuh," Sam uttered, nodding her head eagerly as she watched Matt kick off his shoes. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, tilting her head to the side as he stalked toward her. Sam blinked, leaning into Matt's gentle tense. She jerked slightly when Matt's fingers wrapped into her hair, reminding her that she was Matt's whore. She was here to please him, in anyway that she could. Regardless of whether he had frustrations that he needed to vent through her. She smirked as Matt undid his jeans, watching hungrily as he exposed himself.

Dropping forward on her hands, Sam smirked as she started to crawl toward Matt. She settled between his thighs, wrapping her fingers around his cock. She gave him a few pumps with her hand before leaning forward to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let out a soft moan, her tongue swirling around his tip each time that she pulled off of him. Sam was focused on Matt's pleasure, ignoring the throbo f need between her own legs. Moaning around his length, Sam was reluctant to even pull away from him. "Where did you want to cum, sir?" She breathed, running the tip of her tongue down the underside of his cock. She smirked as she looked up to him. "My face or my throat?"

When Sam's lips finally wrapped around his cock, Matt couldn't help but moan. After the long, stressful day, this was exactly what he needed. To just sit back on the couch with his cock in a beautiful woman's mouth. And the best part about this particular woman was that Matt could have her whenever he wanted. As much as he just wanted to sit back and watch while Sam put her pretty little mouth to work, Matt couldn't help but thrust his hips lazily as Sam did her job. And he'd been completely intending to just let Sam suck him off until he finished down her throat, but her question made him pause. As much as he loved seeing a woman swallow his cum, it would be hot as hell to see it all over Sam's face.

"You know what? I think this time I'm going to let you wear my cum on your face instead of taking it down your throat," Matt said finally, smirking at her. "But that won't happen if you don't get on with it. I don't want any more talking, I just want to see your mouth on my cock." When Sam did as she was told, Matt wasted no time in reaching down to tangle his fingers in her hair. While he'd been content to sit back and watch just minutes earlier, now he'd reached the point where he just wanted his release, everything else be damned. Using his grip on her hair, he forced her head up and down on his cock rather roughly, making sure she took him all the way down her throat each time. When he knew his orgasm was imminent, he pushed her away, stroking himself quickly until he was cumming onto her face.

"You look so pretty with my cum dripping down your face," Matt said, smirking as he caught his breath. "Like a good little whore." Reaching forward, he wiped a little bit of it away from her cheek with his thumb, pressing it to her lips. "Lick it off. I know you want to."

Sam hummed as Matt seemed to deliberate for a moment where he wanted to cum. She smirked, raising an eyebrow as he started to speak. She continued lazily stroking his cock, her thumb teasing the tip of his cock. Her back stiffened slightly at Matt's next sentence; it was a quick reminder of who she was. Why she was here in the first place. She was here for his pleasure and there was no other reason. Just because Matt afforded her more luxuries than she was used to didn't meant that she could forget what she was here for.

Her lips parted, quickly wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. Sam inched forward, bobbing her head on his length. When Matt's hand wrapped in her hair, Sam was quick to catch onto the cue. Sam relaxed, setting her hands on his thighs to brace herself as Matt forced her head down on his cock. She let out a strangled moan, pressing her tongue against the underside of his cock. Her eyes found his, tears welling in them from the force of his movements but she wouldn't dare complain as he continued to fuck her mouth.

Closing her eyes as Matt began to cum, Sam ran her tongue over her bottom lip. She let out a soft moan, quick to open her eyes when Matt had finished. She smirked at his words, leaning forward to meet his thumb. She wrapped her lips around the digit, moaning as she repeated her earlier actions. Sam pulled away from him, sitting back on her heels. She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side as her fingers wrapped around the bottom of her shirt. She wouldn't consider herself done for the evening until Matt dismissed her. Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, Sam decided to speak. "Should I run you a bath? Help you to.. relax a bit more?" She suggested, figuring it was best to show she'd always think about him.

"A bath sounds nice, actually," Matt said. Although it was a bit strange, he appreciated the thought and he might as well give it a shot. What could it hurt? "Go ahead and take a couple of beers up there, too. And after that you can go. You've been a good girl tonight," he added, smirking at her. Tucking himself back into his boxers, Matt rose to his feet. He went upstairs to his bedroom, sitting on the bed and listening to the sounds of Sam running the bath in his master ensuite. When she stepped back into the bedroom, Matt rose to his feet again.

"Like I said, you're relieved for the night, so you can go now," he told her. "Go downstairs, go to your room. Whatever you want. If you're hungry, the staff can make you something to eat." He paused, smiling at her. "Goodnight, Sam." With this, he stepped past her into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Grinning to himself, he stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the tub.

Sam stepped back into Matt's bedroom, a lazy smirk settled on her features as she made her way toward him. She motioned with her chin toward the bathroom. "There's two beers by the tub for you," she mentioned, leaning down long enough to grab her clothes. She tucked them under her arm, nodding toward him as he bid her goodnight. "You too, Matt."

It wasn't until he disappeared from her sight that Sam's smile fell. Her stomach was in an uncomfortable knot. She couldn't quite place why but she had a feeling that it had to do with the routine that she was settling into with Matt. It was almost normal. Or as normal as a prostitute could get, Sam reminded herself. She was only here until Matt tired of her. Thinking anything else would only end up as her hurting. Sam was sure of it. She might not know much about Matt's work but she had a feeling it wasn't exactly legal.

Shaking her head as she made her way back to her room, Sam was quick to draw herself a bath. She settled into the warmth, her eyes fluttering shut as she willed herself to relax as much as she could. Sam was just getting into a routine because she'd only been with him. Sam couldn't remember the last time she'd only been with one person in such a long span. She was grateful for the chance to relax but she tried to remind herself that it wasn't always going to be like this. Matt would tire of her one day.

With a content sigh, Matt sank down into the bath water. He'd never really had a bath before, but this was certainly something he could get used. Nice, soothing, warm water right after he'd just gotten his dick sucked? He couldn't think of anything better, although at the moment, he couldn't really be fucked to do so. Reaching over, he grabbed one of the beers Sam had placed out for him, using the rim of the tub to pop off the top. He took a long swig, resting the bottle on the side of the tub as he sunk down into the bath a bit more. This was certainly more pampered than he'd felt in a long time and it almost made him pine for a true relationship, but he knew the only reason Sam treated him so highly is because he was paying her. As good as she was at her job, that's all it was: a job. But that didn't mean Matt wouldn't keep her around as long as she'd stay.

Matt stayed in the tub long enough to finish off both beers and then a little longer, only getting out when he felt himself starting to get tired. He had quite a bit to take care of the next day, which meant an early start and thus, an early bedtime. He only regretted that it wouldn't leave him time to sneak down to Sam's room again for a quick fuck before he left, but she would be there when he got back. Ready to let him bend her over and take the frustrations of the day out on her. As he stepped out of the tub, he wrapped a towel around his waist, holding it closed with his hands as he made his way into his bedroom.

Sam was happy that she had managed to help Matt relax. He had seemed so on edge when he walked through the door and when she left him in his bathroom, Matt had seemed rather content. She wanted to continue to make him happy because while she had only been here for a few days, Sam found that she was liking it here. She would never admit to herself part of why that might be. It was easy for her to write it off as just liking all of the things she now had that she didn't usually. Sam was able to sleep in, she only serviced Matt, and she had certain freedoms that she hadn't ever been afforded before.

When she awoke the next day, Sam wasn't all that surprised to find Matt already gone. What she was surprised by was the fact that she missed him. Shaking her head to remind herself that it was because Matt was kinder to her than the men she was used to. That was all it was, nothing more.

With nothing else to do for the day, Sam curled up on the living room couch and buried her face into a book. It wasn't something that she was used to doing but she was more than grateful to Matt before he was giving her such freedom. Deciding to make herself hot chocolate, Sam returned to the couch with the mug in hand.

Not having to think too hard about what Matt did with his life, Sam was sure that when he returned that evening, Matt would be in a sour mood. She'd done a pretty good job of getting him to calm down the night before that she hoped she would be able to do it again tonight.

{maybe they have an outing ? either they can go hiking or like, bowling or something silly }