Everyone says dating reaches a point where things get stale, boring. Fortunately, for Kendall and Sam they never really for listening to what others said had to be. They started dating early March, and just like every relationship the beginnings are always the best. The first week, nothing could keep them apart. Week two, most say was 'the golden week', filled with cuddling, kisses and pure bliss. Then things started to take a turn, their heat went from solely in their bedroom to the movies, the car in traffic. The turn became more intense in the following weeks. Flirting with different guys in hopes he would take her out back and show her why she was with him, or him dancing with other women buying them drinks for her to escort him to the nearest slightly secluded place and make him forget there were any other women there. Then after a few months of fighting and fucking, showing up to see friends with bruises and choke marks around her neck concern grew among them. Thinking to themselves what could be happening. They just couldn't understand, and maybe Kendall and Sam didn't want them to. Regardless, nothing could explain what happened next.
The three month anniversary came and they went out just like any couple to celebrate. Unlike every couple however, they didn't go out to eat and have a date... They went to a hotel room where Kendall found herself bound. Stripped of all clothing, her legs spread and each one tied to the bottom of the bed. Her face blinded by fabric, tightly tied to ensure it wouldn't ruin the fun. Finally her hands bound behind her head attached to a collar, Sam wanted to make sure if she moved, she'd pay. Rough sex wasn't anything new to them, but these extreme circumstances were a first.
He kissed her lips gently as he smirked with a breathy laugh
"Don't go anywhere, I'll be back...."