Control and Release - 26
Series Masterlist
TEDTalk!Sam x Reader
Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.
Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.
Beta: @ilikaicalie
Words: 4.6k
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It’s nearly Saturday afternoon when you finally emerge from your bed with Sam trailing behind you sporting an unruly mess of wild hair sticking out in all directions. He spent the night at your place for the first time and the two of you christened almost every inch of your little loft apartment.
There was even some lazy morning sex, slow and measured. A wonderful way to wake up and just enough to put you both back to sleep.
Sam’s disoriented, looking around your apartment, perching on a stool at the small counter.
“What kind of mattress is that?” Sam asks.
“Ghostbed. I found it on the internet. It was less than a thousand, so I figured I’d take a chance. Did you love it or hate it?”
“I don’t think I’ve slept that well in a long time.” He watches you open a box of honey nut cheerios.
“Something impressed Mr. Winchester.” You grin and offer him a bowl but he waves you off.
“I want to go for a run before I eat.”
“Of course.” You pull milk out of the fridge. “What are we doing this weekend?”
You’ve spent nearly every weekend together, with the exception of the few months during the “break-up”, but he’s never spent a Friday night at your place before. The normal rhythm is out of whack and you wonder if this could be a precursor to another change.
He grins, tapping the counter. “Do you have plans? I was hoping for your input on a personal project.”
“With what?” Your interest is piqued.
“Building a new house,” he explains.
“Seriously...like a new house, house?” You leave the spoon in the bowl, setting it on the counter. “I didn’t know that was something you were even interested in.”
“I’ve been thinking about it more lately. Where I live now was designed and built by someone else. I really just bought it for the location and the land. I spoke to an architect years ago but work always seems to take precedence.”
“Why is it a priority now?” Your face is getting hot but you’re not sure why.
“I never spent much time there when it was just me. But now we’re there most weekends and I don’t believe in doing anything halfway. It’s time to stop putting it off.”
“What do you need me for?” you dig deeper.
“I want you to design it with me.”
“Sam,” you gulp, feeling short of breath. “This is a big deal.”
“You’re the one who says I act like we don’t have a future together.”
“I thought we could talk about taking a trip. I hope you know I don’t need you to build a new house to prove you're serious about us.”
“I know.” He remains stoic, watching your reaction with interest.
“Because we haven’t even talked about the basics of our relationship. Commitment, moving in together, what we want the future to look like.”
“Then let’s discuss those things. There’s nothing stopping us.”
“Right now?”
“Sure,” he shrugs.
“What’s gotten into you this morning?” you chuckle.
“I want you,” he states simply, folding his hands together. “I want to be with you for a long time. That means we need to start laying the foundation of our future now. What that foundation looks like, is up to you. I don’t need the traditional trappings, but I understand if you want that commitment from me. If it’s important to you that we get married or-”
“Whoa!” You go bug-eyed, coming around the counter. “Sam, I...there is an order to things like this.”
“What are you talking about?” He cocks his head, reaching out to pull you closer.
“We haven’t had a conversation about living together since the shooting. I’m talking about the fact that not that long ago you told me you weren’t sure you could ever love someone again. People generally fall in love before they start talking about building houses and getting married.”
“I know I said I wasn’t sure, but I was lying. I was scared.” He looks at you deadpan. “I love you.”
You just stare at him, mouth falling open, then closing without saying anything else.
Something must have happened to trigger this. He always moves fast when he’s fixated but this is enough to snap your neck.
How is it possible that he just delivers this kind of information like he’s explaining what you’re having for lunch? Part of you understands that this is just the way he is but the other part is a little pissed that he’s chosen this random moment to confess his feelings.
“Okay,” you respond slowly. “I love you, too.”
“Good. Let’s build a house together-”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
You and Sam both look to the door, torn out of this strange moment.
“I better get that,” you pull yourself away from him.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Glancing back at Sam, you open the door to be met with the otherworldly sight of your parents standing in the hallway.
“Surprise!” Your mother throws up her arms, your father grinning behind her.
“Holy shit,” you gasp, completely stunned as she wraps her arms around you. She kisses your cheeks, pushing her way inside. “What are you doing here?”
“We came to visit you.” She cups your face with both hands, giving you a gentle shake. “You hardly answer your phone these days. I know you said you’re alright but I could tell that you were-”
She stops short, realizing that you're not alone. Sam stands up as she falls silent, all four of you looking at each with uncertainty.
“I should have called first.” She shakes her head. While she doesn’t say much about it, she’s been desperate for you to date someone.
“I told you,” your father shrugs.
“I, um-” you stutter.
Your worlds are colliding and your brain is about to short circuit.
“Hello.” Sam smiles, coming to stand beside you, extending his hand to your father, then your mother. “I’m Sam. It’s nice to meet you.”
“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” Your mother attempt to hide a shit-eating smirk as she examines Sam from head to toe. “He’s very tall...very handsome”
Your cheeks turn pink but you can’t help but laugh, looking at Sam. “She’s a descriptive person.”
“I can see that.” He places a hand on your back giving you a reassuring tap before excusing himself to change into more appropriate clothing.
“You’ve been keeping secrets from me,” your mother rasps in a false whisper, loud enough that Sam can surely hear every word. “How long has this been going on?”
“Leave her alone,” your father rolls his eyes. “We can come back later if it’s not a good time.”
“We were just...in the middle of something but it’s alright.” You quickly reach down to retrieve your discarded bra from the living room floor.
“He’s right,” your mother nods emphatically. “We should go.”
“No,” Sam speaks up from behind you. He’s changed into dress pants and a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, somehow managing to make yesterday's clothes look casual enough for the morning after. “You should stay. You’ve traveled a long way.”
Fuck. You want to finish the conversation. Sam just dropped a bomb on you and now this.
“Why don’t you let me take you to lunch?” Sam extends the offer to your parents.
Will wonders never cease. You thought he’d want to get out of here as soon as possible. You didn’t peg him as the kind of guy who sticks around to meet the parents but as usual, Sam Winchester is full of surprises. Especially this morning.
“You don’t have to do that.” Your mother is visibly excited at the idea and truth be told you don’t have a say in any of it.
The four of you spend the afternoon at a Japanese steak house, eating and drinking.
This is a side of Sam you’ve never really seen before, the guy who can make small talk as if he enjoys it, asking all the right questions and offering candid answers in return. He has your father on pins and needles with his stock tips and pays your mother careful compliments that make her giggle like a high school freshman.
You find yourself wondering if this is an act or this is Sam stripped bare of his armor. You’ve not witnessed him interact with many people outside of W & S, this is new territory and his easy disposition is rather unnerving if you’re being honest.
After lunch, and another round of afternoon cocktails, you say goodbye to your parents and sit silently next to Sam as the driver chauffeurs you out of the city to Sam’s place in Newton.
“You’re quiet.” He places a hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze.
“I don’t even know where to start,” you answer honestly. “This morning you’re talking about building a house and getting married...then my parents...you were so different around them.”
“I enjoyed them.” He shrugs looking away from you, watching the roadside whip past. “They care about you, there’s no self-serving motivation, just adoration. They were so proud of you being a secretary and then when they heard about your new position...I thought your mother was going to pass out.”
You can’t help but chuckle. He’s right, they’ve always been so enthusiastic about any of your unimpressive accomplishments.
“I’ve never seen you like that. You were laughing, joking.”
“I felt comfortable,” he counters.
“You’re never like that with me.”
“I don’t have the ability to relax on that level when it’s just the two of us. I’m on high alert. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and scare you off. I’m out of practice being in a relationship. I overthink everything when it comes to you.”
“I don’t get it,” you take his hand and hold it between both of yours. “How can you tell me you’re not opposed to getting married and then five hours later you say you can’t relax around me? And for the record, negotiating possible nuptials is not romantic. We’re not an agreement to be hashed out, we’re two people trying to make our lives work together. ”
“You’re upset with me?” He lifts his eyebrows, genuinely taken off guard by your reaction.
“No, I’m not mad.” You sigh, looking down at his hand and tracing his knuckles with your index finger. “But this morning felt a little like I was talking to W & S Sam Winchester. Like you decided what you were going to tell me in advance, and then you just started checking things off the list.”
“I did. I’ve given it a lot of thought. I didn’t realize the way I communicated was upsetting for you. I want you to understand how I feel about us and the considerations I’ve been making about the future.”
“Sam, you can’t just-” you stop yourself, taking a beat to digest what he’s telling you.
No wonder he can’t relax, not if you’re picking apart the way he talks to you. This morning was a giant leap forward, the Sam you knew a year ago would have never been capable of such vulnerability. He told you he loved you. He wants to build a home that you create together. He’s willing to set aside his disdain for traditional domesticity in favor of what you need to feel confident in this relationship.
“You make me really happy.” You catch him off guard with that confession, a shy little smile pulls at his mouth. “I don’t think I tell you that enough but I want you to know how much I appreciate the changes you’ve made. And any way that you want to communicate your feelings is the right way. It’s me who should take a look at how I react, not you.”
“No, you were right.” He leans forward, pulling his hand away from your grasp and running the back of his finger down your jaw. “That wasn’t the time or place. Let me try again. I love you. You give me a purpose. I want you to know that. You inspire me to take risks and tackle challenges I would have never even considered before I met you. You’ve changed my values. I want you in my life, and I know we’re going to struggle. I’m not an easy person to be with, but I’ll always try.”
“That,” you lean in, kissing him softly, “was much better.”
“For the record, I wasn’t trying to rush anything. Designing and building a house is a long process. We have time to work on the details. I know you want us to do this the right way. I want that too.”
“God, you’re just saying all the right things, aren’t you?” You grin.
“Does that mean you’ll help me design a swimming pool?”
“Yes,” you nod against his mouth.
Monday Morning
There’s an email marked ‘urgent’ sitting in your inbox from Human Resources. It’s an invitation to a meeting listed as “attendance mandatory” so you check your watch and head straight down to ensure you’re not late.
HR lives in its own little world on the first floor, a lifetime away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of W & S. Their offices are quiet, save the hum of the copy machine and soft clicking of a keyboard behind the reception desk. You take a seat and wait. Ten minutes go by, then twenty. You’re about to double-check the time on the invite when the door finally opens and Lexi steps out, turning to say goodbye to the women behind her.
She raises her eye-brows in your direction, giving you a little smile before scampering off.
This doesn’t bode well.
“Y/N?” A middle-aged blonde in an ill-fitting pants suit calls your name.
“Yes, that’s me.” You stand, shaking her hand and following her into her office. There’s another woman seated in a chair next to her desk and she stands to greet you as well.
“I’m Donna, this is Jody. We’ll be speaking with you today.” Donna, the blonde, gestures toward the empty chair and you sit down.
Jody...you know that name. This must be Jody Mills, the president of HR for all of W & S. They pulled out the big guns for whatever this is.
“This is slightly ominous,” you joke nervously. “Am I in trouble?”
“Not at all.” Donna shakes her head. “I’ll get right down to it.” She aggressively taps the end of her pen on the file in front of her. “We received a report that we are required to follow up on. I want you to know everything you say in this office is one hundred percent confidential. W & S is fastidious is our efforts to ensure a non-retaliation policy.”
“Okay.” You fold your hands in your lap, looking between the women. “How can I help?”
“During your time here, have you had experiences with a colleague that made you feel uncomfortable?” Donna blinks, awaiting your answer.
“Such as an unwanted advance,” Jody clarifies.
“Umm, yes. Max. But I spoke to someone when that happened. And he’s...not here anymore.”
“Right, we did read that report.” Donna nods as if you’re really giving her insightful information. “Other than Max, has anyone made you feel uncomfortable? With words or actions?”
“No.” You look between them trying to suss out where this is headed.
“Good.” Jody jots on her legal pad. “Do you have a good relationship with your direct supervisor, Cole Trenton?”
“He’s great. I really enjoy working for him. No complaints. He’s always professional.”
“Excellent.” Donna plasters a stiff smile on her face. “We wish everyone was as happy as you are.”
“Last year you worked on a project with Sam Winchester,” Jody starts, her voice is measured, but the casual inclination sounds forced. It’s a dead giveaway. This is about Sam. “During your time with him, did you see or hear anything that maybe you felt you couldn’t report at the time?”
“No,” you look at her, eyes narrowing. “Never.”
“We work for the company and its employees,” Jody explains further, trying to make you feel more comfortable. “Sam is the CEO but he’s not above our corporate policies. Not above the law.”
“I’m not sure what you’re looking for, but I don’t think I can tell you anything.” Your palms begin to sweat as you shove them under your thighs, trying to appear focused.
“You never noticed him act in a way you felt was inappropriate?” You’re sure your whole face must be beet red. “Maybe it wasn’t with you. Maybe you overheard an exchange with his assistant, Pepper, or perhaps even a co-worker like Lexi.”
“Is this about Lexi? Did she say he did something to her?” You inch forward, your blood pressure rising. That little bitch. “She makes things up you know. She’s my friend but she’s prone to exaggeration. She likes the attention.”
“We’re well aware of her propensity to exaggerate.” Both women exchange a look and Donna continues. “Full transparency, you’re here because someone reported that they witnessed an inappropriate situation between you and Mr. Winchester.”
Shit. Pepper is the only one that knows and she’s not even in the state. Someone must have seen something. You’ve been less and less careful, maybe someone saw you out to dinner or-
“If you’re feeling threatened, or if Mr. Winchester has blackmailed or forced you into any kind of sexual situation, you can tell us. This is a safe space.” Jody’s mouth forms into a tight line as she scoots forward in her chair.
Your office. The roleplaying. That has to be what this is about. Someone was there. For a second you think you might throw up from embarrassment.
“Shit,” you sputter, looking down at your hands.
You and Sam have talked about this, what you should do and say in the event you were ever questioned about your relationship. His position, money, and power are a delicate balance. Even the hint of a scandal could ruin everything he’s worked for. Your little role play can very well have far-reaching consequences if you don’t do some damage control.
“This is so embarrassing,” you mutter.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Donna shakes her head, exchanging another pointed look with Jody. They either think this is the motherload or they’re scared of having to go up against the infamous Sam Winchester.
You hear Sam’s voice in the back of your head: be honest and upfront. We’ve got nothing to hide.
“It’s not like that.” You hold your head high, refusing to allow this to affect your outward emotions despite how nervous you are on the inside. “Sam and I are involved in a long-term romantic relationship.”
They both stare at you, somewhat dumbfounded at this unexpected admission. Jody stops taking notes, setting down the pen as she lifts her head to stare at you.
“I’m guessing someone saw or overhead part of a personal conversation that was intended to be a private moment between two consenting adults,” you explain.
“Well,” Jody recovers the fastest, widening her eyes. “We received a report that Mr. Winchester was overheard threatening to strip you of your title unless you performed sexual favors in return.”
“Right.” You bite your lip, glancing up at the ceiling while you resist the urge to melt onto the floor. “That was not the case. The exchange must have been misunderstood.”
“There was no sexual aspect to the conversation?” Jody clarifies.
“I didn’t say that. We were having a private conversation in my office. It was extremely late, the door was closed. I’m not sure how anyone would have heard us, but I apologize for the confusion.”
“Can you tell me more about the conversation-”
“No,” you cut her off. “I’m not comfortable with that. We were speaking in a personal capacity, it had nothing to do with work.”
You’re embarrassed, and while you don’t know the ins and outs of how this sort of thing is typically handled, you are fairly sure that you’re under no obligation to spill your guts. “I’m not comfortable discussing this any further. I think you should speak with Sam.”
“So you,” Donna licks her lips, sitting back in her chair, “are dating Sam Winchester?”
“Yup.” You get up from your seat, heading toward the door before anyone has time to stop you.
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You’re covered in a cold sweat as you walk toward Sam’s office. You practically ran from the HR department to the elevators.
Shit. The woman behind the reception desk is the sour but familiar Lauren.
“Hi.” You hold up your hand in a curt wave. “I need to talk to Sa- Mr. Winchester.”
She blinks at you, clicking something on her computer.
“And you are?”
“Y/N, I’m a department liaison in legal.”
“You’re not on his schedule,” she barks back.
“Yeah, I know. But I need to talk to him. It’s important-”
“I’m sorry, you can put in a request but he doesn’t normally take meetings with non-department heads. He’s a very busy man.”
“Look lady-” you stop yourself to reel it back in, forcing composure. “Can you please just tell him I’m here? He’ll want to talk to me.”
“You need to submit a request,” she squints at you, looking you over head to toe in obvious judgment. “No exceptions.”
You flash a fuck you smile and check your phone again. Sometimes he doesn’t check his messages for hours and you need to get ahead of this.
“Sorry,” you mumble as you move toward his door.
“Hey, you, stop right there!” She grabs at your arm as you open the door and slip inside.
Sam is standing over his desk next to a shorter man, both of them looking down at something.
“Sam,” you call to get his attention, anticipating at least some displeasure at the disruption.
“What are you doing here?” He perks up, a smile erupting across his face.
“I’m sorry, I told her to put in a request,” Lauren moves in front of you, blocking Sam as if you’re here to attack him.
“She’s fine,” Sam gives a dismissive wave. “Actually this is perfect timing. Come here, Y/N. We’re looking at the first draft of blueprints.”
You clear your throat, looking vindictively at Lauren and make your way over to his desk.
“I actually-” Your voice wavers and he catches the hitch, now giving you all his attention.
“I need to talk to you for a moment. In private.”
“Chuck,” Sam looks at the happy little man “Will you give us a minute?”
“Sure,” Chuck pulls out his phone, hurrying out of the office, Lauren following after him.
“What’s wrong,” Sam skirts around his desk, coming to stand in front of you.
“I just came from human resources.” You’re practically out of breath. “Someone heard us in my office last Wednesday. They were asking me if you’ve ever threatened my job in exchange for sexual favors.”
“Interesting. What did you tell them?” he asks, forever calm.
“I was honest. I said that whoever overheard us misunderstood. That it was a private moment. They wanted to know more but I said I wasn’t comfortable and left. I told them about us, Sam. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You did the right thing.” Sam grabs your hand, offering a gentle squeeze. “There’s nothing to worry about. Worst case scenario, our relationship becomes public knowledge.”
“Yeah, I guess.” You feel shaky, backing up to take a seat on the sofa.
“This was Cole,” Sam says, waving a hand. “I guarantee, it’s him. Who else could it possibly be?”
“You think?” Your head is spinning. “Maybe he came back for something in his office and he overhead us and mistook what was happening.”
“Maybe he came back for you and found you were otherwise occupied and got jealous.” Sam counters.
“Who knows at this point.” Your face is so hot you’re sure you must look like you’re about to explode. “Can’t we get a break?”
“Maybe this our break. Everything out in the open.” Sam shrugs. Seconds later his desk phone rings without Lauren screening the call. Few people have that kind of access to Sam. He picks up the line and looks at you before responding. “I have time...fifteen minutes...sure...I’ll see you then. Thanks, Jody.”
“Jesus,” you lean back on the sofa.
“They’ll come up, ask me a few questions and this will be over and done with. Unfortunately, our days of fucking at work are done, too. I have to set an example.”
“No kidding,” you laugh, exasperated. “I’ll go-”
“No, stay.” He picks up the blueprints and spreads them out over the coffee table. “Let me get Chuck back in here and he can show you the two designs he’s pitching.”
“I don’t think I can focus on this.” You look at the blueprints. It might as well be hieroglyphics.
“Yes you can.” He smiles down at you, taping your shoulder lightly. “This is what you need. A distraction. Just take a look.”
Ten minutes later you’re overwhelmed in every sense of the word.
It’s clear Sam’s been paying attention and taking notes the whole time you’ve been together. After the party at Nick Luster’s, you mentioned how much you loved his solarium.
In one of the layouts, there’s just that, a sprawling solarium attached to the back of the house. In the second design, there’s a large greenhouse, complete with a nook dedicated to reading among the plants and flowers. There’s so much detail put into every inch, taking into account the view from the pool and if you’d like a privacy hedge or traditional fencing.
“Sam, I don’t know.” You look up, bug-eyed. “I’m not even sure what this would look like in real life. Are you sure you want my input?”
“Of course,” he’s standing over you and Chuck, hands on his hips. “Do we have a 3-D rendering she can see for reference?”
“Of course.” Chuck opens his laptop and brings up a design program.
There’s a knock and the door and Jody, Donna and two men you’ve never seen before are entering the office. The ladies must have brought reinforcements.
“Hello Mr. Winchester, we’re sorry to bother you. I know you’re busy but we’ve had a-” Jody stops short when she sees you, Donna nearly running into the back of her. Chuck seems completely unaffected, rattling on about porcelain versus ceramic tile. Jody looks back and forth between you and Sam.
There’s...doubt perhaps? The last thing they expected was to see you here.
“Forgive me, we’re in the beginning stages of designing our new home.” Sam looks down at you, placing a deliberate hand on your shoulder. It’s a physical gesture not inappropriate for the workplace but lingering enough to give a clear indication of intimacy. “Y/N why don’t you take Chuck to conference room #4. I’ll meet you two when I’m done here.”
“Sure,” you mutter, feeling five sets of eyes burning holes in your back as you leave the room with Chuck in tow. “Down here...sorry for the delay.”
You turn to him, feeling responsible for the intrusion.
“Hey, he pays me a lot of money to be at his beck and call,” Chuck smiles big and easy. “Let’s look at a few ideas I had for a master bedroom, shall we?”