when sam had realized that cassie had not only actually run away, but went ahead and left everything that he had gotten for her… the man was about as close to angry as he could possibly get. not just because his prized possession had run out on him without any sort of permission, but also because she left all the stupid things he got for her. how could someone be so ungrateful, after all he’s done for her?
while it wasn’t long before sam was back to his old ways, breaking into girls left and right and getting off on both their pleasure and their pain… nothing had ever really lasted. there were a few girls that stuck around for a few more rounds, but nobody held his interest for long enough to keep for more than a week.
sometimes, sam would find himself thinking about cassie. about how eager she was to please him, and how grateful she was to get anything from him before she left. he could do anything to her. anything. he could’ve spit in her face and she would’ve giggled. he could’ve shoved his cock inside her ass while she was sleeping, and she would be screaming… but never trying to get away. he could’ve used her tits as punching bags and beat them ‘til they were beet red, and she would’ve probably touched herself the whole time. hell, he could’ve pissed on her, given her a golden shower, and insist that she keep her mouth open for the duration of it all, and she probably would’ve ended up thanking him for quenching her thirst.
sometimes, he missed her. in his own way, he found that nobody seemed to be… quite as happy to be daddy’s dumb little fucktoy as cassie was. which was why when he’d find her knocking on his front door months later… one of the first thoughts that would enter his head was how he’d never let her out of his sight again.
hesitating briefly as he saw her through the eye hole of his front door, he’d open it and almost immediately lower his hues over her petite body as he’d offer a cutting greeting. “wasn’t expecting guests.”
when the door in front of her finally opened up, she had been expecting a little surprise. after all, they hadn’t spoken for months and there she was, with her suitcase at her side, looking like a lost puppy. but in a typical sam-manner, he didn’t show any sign of being surprised, as if he’d been expecting her to come back any day now.
pushing some of her long dark locks out of her face, cassie would smile her sweetest and most innocent smile, as she stepped forward towards him, leaving her suitcase on the front steps, “yeah, you know.. i was just passing through, and wanted to say hi” she spoke as she played up her innocence, which at this point was nearly non-existant. placing her hand on her own chest, she ran it across her collarbone, making sure sam noticed how she wasn’t wearing a bra and simultaneously reminding him of the birthday present he’d gotten her the year before — a pair of new tits.
she stepped through the doorway, letting herself in, as if she still lived in the place, while looking around the way too familiar house. “i see you haven’t changed a thing” she smiled, while turning back in the entrance and looking towards sam. “is this how you greet an old friend? no, ‘hey how are you?’ or a ‘i’m going to fuck you right here and now’?” she joked, before stepping closer in her insanely high heels, and placing a hand on sam’s chest, running her fingertips over the muscle of his pec, “i’ve missed you” she mumbled, looking up at him through long, dark and fake lashes, accompanied by a small smirk.