Submission

Chapter Six

          There was a loud knock on Samantha's front door. A tired groan was muffled into her pillow at the rude awakening. Sam laid in bed and ignored the knock under the assumption that if she didn't answer that they would just go away.

*Knock, knock, knock*

          The knocks came again. With a heavy hugh of annoyance, Samantha reluctantly got up. "Alright! Alright! I'm coming." She called downstairs. Samantha sighed, putting on a large t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, then made her way downstairs to answer the door. When she opened the door, Christopher was standing there. "Oh hey. I wasn't expecting any company." Samantha said, stepping aside for him to come in. "Well, since you agreed to my offer, you should always expect me to come check on you during the day." Said Christopher. "Have you eaten?" He asked her. Samantha rubbed the sleep from her eyes and yawned. "Yeah I just finished a full course meal in two seconds. No I just woke up." She responded sarcastically. "The sarcasm wasn't necessary."

          Samantha made her way to the kitchen. Coffee was already brewing in the pot since she had set the pot to automatically start brewing at ten. "Are you hungry?" She finally spoke and turned to Christopher, who was now leaning against the counter. He shook his head and Samantha just shrugged, grabbing a banana.

          Awkward silence fell over the two. Samantha ate her banana and drank her coffee, trying not to appear uncomfortable. What seemed like an extremely long time of quiet was finally broken when Christopher began to speak. "Today, I planned on teaching you your first lesson." He started. "However, since you don't know much, I figured I would be nice and skip that step for now. But! I do have homework for you." Samantha looked at him questioningly. "Homework?" - "Yes, homework. I want you to go online and put in these two website links and I want you to read both of them. Once you're done let me know." He explained, handing Samantha a piece of paper with two websites written on it. "It'll give you some insight of what you've gotten yourself into." He informed her. "Okay, I'll get on that as soon as possible." Christopher patted her on the head. "Good girl."

~

          It's been a couple hours since Christopher left Samantha to do the little piece of paperwork and relax, nothing much more to do than that. He never did much anyways.

          Chris didn't stay very long after giving Samantha her first task. He knew she would do it regardless of whether she wanted to or not, she was just too curious of a person not to. Chris would just have to wait till she told him she was done. So. For now. He would wait for her to finish working on the "homework" he gave her. She did read them, both of them. The lifestyle and what it entailed didn't put her off like she thought it would. Sam is more curious about the whole thing since she read the links than she was before reading them. The role of submission, the role she now holds the title of, is quite - interesting.

          The only part that Samantha hasn't done yet was tell Chris that she was done. To no fault of her own. Her best friend Christiene came over not too long after Samantha was done reading, by surprise no less, which was not out of the ordinary. However, since Christiene was over Samantha didn't want to be rude and decided not telling Chris for a while, or until her friend left, that she was done wouldn't hurt. Well hopefully it wouldn't. He shouldn't mind it considering the fact that she had company. He seemed reasonable.

          "So, have you and Mr. McHandsome seen each other lately?" Christiene asked with a hint of mocking pep in her voice, the nickname she gave Chris making Samantha giggle. "Yes." Sam said. "A couple of times actually. Just the other day in fact." Christiene smiled. "See I told you you might like him." She said a matter-a-factly. Samantha rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You don't need to say I told you so." Sam turned to the TV and picked up an Xbox controller, handing the other to her friend. "Let's get to the game." - "Hm, guess not. No matter, wanna kill some motherfuckers or slay some monsters?" Her BFF asked. Sam smirked. "Motherfuckers need to die today." She said in a playfully, sadistic tone.

~

        Over at Christopher's house, Chris sat, waiting for Samantha to contact him. He thought she would've been done by now. I mean, she didn't appear to be the type to hold off doing things or to prolong any tasks given to her. Chris remained patient however. There was most likely a good reason for her to be taking so long. She is new to this after all. In time she would get better at reporting in sooner and executing commands and tasks given to her in a timely manner. Not only that, but he didn't want to rush her and risk putting her off. She was the type of submissive person that appeared to do best when treated with patience but stubborn when treated with pushiness. At least, that is, what Chris got from her. During his moment of thought there was a ping sound from his cell phone and his screen lit up displaying "Sam" on the screen. He picked it up. The message reading:

Sam: Sorry I am messaging you back so late. I read both the links you gave me a while ago, but my friend showed up and she's been keeping me busy.

Christopher shook his head. She got distracted. Of course.

Chris: That's no excuse. I will forgive it this one time but next time you make sure you report to me no matter what. Understood?

Sam: Yes sir, I'm sorry. Thank you sir.

          Samantha instantly texted back a quick apology and thanks. This satisfied Chris. It's good she knows to thank him for the breaks he gives her. Not reporting in is a big no-no in his book. Not only is it so he knows what she's doing and that she is behaving, but also so that he knows she's safe. Not doing so has serious consequences that Samantha would not be happy to find out, hopefully she never would, however Christopher doubts that this will be the first and only time that she breaks this rule, whether by accident or on purpose.

          Christopher sat for a short minute. Should he have her come over? There wasn't anything else he needed or wanted from her as of this moment. It's like he thought a moment ago. Allowing her some leeway to get comfortable enough to fully trust him was the best route, based on what he's gathered from the little time he's spent time with her and getting to know her. 'Perhaps I should I'll give her this one. She's been good thus far.' He thought to himself. Yeah. That's what he would do. Then later tonight he would go check on her.

         Back at Samantha's residence, Christiene and her were quieted down by down. Their favorite show Bones was playing on Netflix. Other than the show on the TV the only other sounds that could be heard were the occasional gasps and oh-my-gods and what-the-f***s blurted out by Samantha and Christiene.

         Well, that was until Sam's cell binged on the table in front of them. Chris messaged her again.

Christopher: Sweetie, you've been good so I want you to enjoy yourself. I don't have anything else for you to do. However, be expecting me sometime tonight. Have fun with your friend.

         Samantha smiled as she read the text. She shot back a quick thank you before shutting down her phone to pay attention to her show once again. Maybe her agreeing to their arrangement was a good choice on her part.

         The day went on as it always does day in and day out. Afternoon crossing over into evening, pink and orange clouds ravaging the sky as the warmth of the sun's rays kissed the world goodnight from behind the trees in the western horizon. A beautiful sight to behold. And one that meant the day was gone and the night has fallen under the moon's watchful gleam. This was the favorite time for the nocturnal creatures to eat and play. But the night animals weren't the only things that enjoyed this time of day. Samantha loved the night time herself.

         Too bad Christiene couldn't stay over longer. Yet she had to leave sooner than she wished since she had to work early tomorrow and wouldn't get off till late, so she had to go. That's okay though.

         Sam did not mind that her friend had to leave so soon tonight. Daddy would be over sometime soon after all. She would be lying to herself if she said she didn't miss him or that she wasn't the least bit excited that Chris was coming over to see her. Sam has grown to enjoy the time they get to spend time together.

         During the time that she awaited Chris to knock on the door, Samantha found the time to tidy up. Or more like she got antsy while waiting so she found little tedious activities to occupy her mind and fiddling fingers with. The dishes were being washed in the dishwasher while Sam wiped down the granite countertops and the stove followed by the table and sink. She made a note to wet a rag and kill the few stains and spots on the floor from where the dog had dropped food around his bowl and from her spilling drops of tea and coffee on the floor and then willingly forgetting to wipe it up before it got dry and sticky.

         Next the living room was due for cleaning while Samantha was on her impatient cleaning fit. The little things that were barely noticeable to a guest were what always annoyed her the most if they were left untouched. Even if someone else wouldn't or might not notice it, Samantha would know it was there and ponder about it till it drove her nuts. Like the small coffee stain that was always in the same spot on the coffee table from Sam's mug being placed there over and over and over again. Or the dust that was quickly starting to collect on the TV and the Xbox again despite her cleaning the house thoroughly just the other day. And the mail that was lazily thrown onto the coffee table yet had been neglected and forgotten about and remained unopened since this morning.

         By the time Sam was done there was not a thing left untouched which meant she was back to waiting with nothing but a handsome man left wondering her daydreams. She was so infatuated with him. So grown onto him so quickly. It bugged her how a man could possibly make her this crazed that she was practically drooling over the very thought of him.

         "C'mon Samantha quit fan-girling!" She mumble yelled to herself, smacking her cheeks lightly. Maybe some TV and a bowl of Rocky Road ice cream and her big warm fluffy, gray wolf faux fur blanket would do the trick in distracting her long enough for Chris to hurry his sexy ass over before she went insane. Kinda like how Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka from the Japanese anime Naruto go bat s**t crazy, or downright insane over Sasuke Uchiha every time they see him to the point they want to rip each other apart. Which, in all honesty, is funny as f**k. Well to Samantha it is anyways.

         Samantha watched episode after episode. Laughing at the funny parts and nearly dying at the hilarious parts and when the f****d up parts came on Sam cussed at the poor TV till to the point you could swear it was crying. Samantha took her anime very seriously. Especially Naruto. It was like, oh my god, her favorite anime of all time. Well that and Bleach, followed by Soul Eater and Spice and Wolf as her top four.

         By now it was late. Samantha was beginning to think Chris wasn't coming over or had fallen asleep. Speaking of falling asleep, that's where Samantha was headed. She was trying her best to stay up for another hour at least in case Christopher did wind up showing up, but, despite her best efforts, her eyes were failing her. Her eyelids began to droop and betray her, which did not surprise herself in the least. She'd had a long day, and now her exhaustion had finally caught up to her. Soon Samantha was passed out on the couch.

         Not too much later, Christopher was finally able to drop his work and go see his little girl. He had to admit he was glad he could leave his desk and his work behind for a while so he could see his precious baby girl. She's been on his mind all day. Which is partly why it took him so long to finish paperwork that should've only taken an hour and thirty minutes to complete. Samantha must think he bailed on her or forgot about her. The poor thing.

         Christopher arrived at Sam's front door. Figuring since she knew he was coming over he let himself in instead of knocking. Shutting the door behind him then locking it out of habit.

         Upon turning around, walking more into the living room, he could see Samantha passed out on the couch. 'Awe bless her heart.' Chris smiled softly walking around to the front of the couch, gently picking her up as to not wake her. He carried her sleeping body to her room then placed her on the bed; Chris took his shirt off laying next to her. He covered the both of them up and played with her hair till he too passed out right along with her.

         Early that morning Samantha stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open. It had to be six in the morning. Sam almost never wakes up this early, however something got her attention. Like an extra presence in the room. And it wasn't Damon her puppy.

         As Samantha went to move to get out of bed a pair of strong arms locked around her, preventing her from moving. "Where are you going little one?" A deep voice spoke groggily next to her. Samantha turned her head to see Christopher laying in her bed. How long has he been here? Not that it bothered her, she just didn't expect him to be here. At least he kept his word to her by coming over. That made her happy.

         "I was just going to the bathroom Daddy." Sam answered. He groaned and she felt his grip on her loosen as Daddy let her go. He rolled over on his back and seemed to drift off back to sleep and Samantha smiled. 'Daddy looks so peaceful when he sleeps.' She thought before getting up and going out of the room and into the bathroom.

         It was starting to get light out, even so Sam was still tired, so once she came back into her bedroom she instantly plopped back in bed. Cuddling up to Chris out of reflex, not wanting to be alone on her side of the bed. Chris, naturally wrapped his arms around her small body. He was gentle with her as if she was a fragile, porcelain doll that would break if he handled her too rough. This was Chris in his tender state of mind, a state of mind that he doesn't go into normally but there was just something about the little blonde beside him that brought out his softer side.

         Three hours passed, it was now nine o'clock. The usual time that Sam got up if she got up early. Most days Samantha got up between the times of nine and eleven, her lazy days, although, she would wake up around eleven or twelve.

         With a big stretch and a yawn, Samantha rolled over, placing her head on Christopher's broad, masculine chest. Chris shifted. "Good morning, sweetie." He said groggy followed by a yawn and a stretch. Sam looked up at him and smiled. "Good morning, Daddy. How did you sleep?" Chris smiled back down to her. "Like a rock. How did my little princess sleep?" - "I slept good Daddy. Better than usual with you holding me." Christopher ran a hand through her slightly tangled hair. "That good baby. Let's go get breakfast." He said, picking her up as if she was a light feather and setting her down before getting up himself. "I noticed you're addressing me differently. I like it." He ran his hand through her hair in praise.

         Samantha drug herself down to the kitchen to make coffee like she does every morning. Before she could fill the pot with water to out in the coffee pot Christopher stopped her. "I said we were going to get breakfast hun. Go get dresses." He told her, taking the coffee pot from her, patting her butt to move her along. Samantha silently complied. She didn't say anything, but rather did as she was told and went back to her room to get dressed. She didn't dress up too much. Something simple as she usually did. She wore a nice pair of black skinny jeans with a pink Mario t-shirt and her pair of black and white Chuck Taylor 2 All Star Converse with purple laces. Samantha then went to the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth, washing her face with a hot, wet rag afterwards.

         Chris waited for her patiently by the front door as he was already dressed and ready to go. It wasn't long before Samantha skipped down the stairs, jumping off the last three. Her jumping off the stairs earned a stern look from Chris telling her that he probably didn't like that too much and that she shouldn't do that again unless she wanted to get in trouble for it.

         On the way to breakfast they were quiet till Sam finally spoke up, realizing she didn't know where they were going to eat at. "Daddy, where are we going?" She questioned. Chris chuckled. "To get food of course." He answered in a "well duh" kind of tone. Samantha rolled her eyes and laughed. "Duh I know that, but where?" She clarified. "I saw that eye roll young lady. And we're going to Waffle House. I figured you'd like that." He said, looking at her briefly before turning his full attention back to the road.

         The drive to Waffle House was only twenty-one minutes from Samantha's house, but, being with Chris, it felt like an hour. It wasn't that Sam was afraid of him. No. But he was intimidating to her. Not that that was a bad thing by any means. He just made her feel small, yet protected. His very presence made her instantly submissive.

         Her switch in behavior must have caught Christopher's attention. He took advantage of this chance to try and ease her more into a subspace or little space as much as he could get her into. He wanted to see just how submissive she was comfortable being at this moment. His big hand laid itself on her thigh, and he gave it a squeeze. Chris could see her physically shrink and relax at the same time. Okay. That's good. Her reaction showed him that she wasn't afraid and she was comfortable enough to be able to relax under his touch.

        Christopher kept on. His hand beginning to rub her inner thigh causing Sam to squeeze her legs shut. Chris noticed this and lightly smacked her leg, Sam letting out a small yelp. "Don't close your legs. You're mine. Every single part of you belongs to me, for me to touch and look at only. Understand?" He said sternly. Samantha looked down giving a quiet yes sir and an apology.

         Chris stopped and parked the car. Samantha followed, the smell of eggs and bacon and other good breakfast food filled the air, teasing her nose and her hungry stomach. Waffle house always had the best food in her opinion.

         Once they were inside a waitress came as soon as they took a seat in a booth nearest to the kitchen and handed them their menus and taking down their drink orders. The two of them both got coffee naturally. The waitress smiled, and especially gave an extra sweet smile to Christopher, though he didn't seem to acknowledge it. Samantha did on the other hand. "Our waitress seems to find you enticing." Sam commented, a hint of jealousy hidden in her words. Chris shrugged it off. "I don't pay attention to women like that. Women that try too hard to get a man's attention are too desperate to earn an ounce of my attention. It's sad and degrading to themselves. I pay no mind to them. Plus I have no need for another girl when I have you to keep my attention on." He said the last part in husky tone with a devilish smirk, making Samantha blush.

         The waitress had come back to take their orders. It wasn't that she was rude to Samantha but she didn't seem to be attentive to her and appeared more focused on Chris rather than paying attention to her while Samantha tried giving her her order. It was beginning to tick her off. She didn't say anything though. The sooner she got her food and was able to leave with Chris the better. But that idea changed when her food came back wrong. That was what really pissed Sam off. Once again, Christopher noticed the problem and decided to fix it.

         "Miss come here please." The waitress came over and gave a big smile to Chris with her chest out trying to make her chest pop out. 'This chick is just making herself look slutty.'  Samantha rolled her eyes. "What can I do for you sir?" The girl asked  trying to be all sweet. "Well one my baby's order came back wrong." He started. "And two, if you please quit the flirting darling that would be great. I'm not stupid and it's sadly not working. I hate to sound rude but I'm just being honest. If you had spent more time paying attention to my girls order it would have been right the first time." Chris finished harshly. Samantha could feel the energy change around them. The waitress seemed upset but didn't falter and took Samantha's order back to be corrected. "Thank you sir." Chris smiled, now back to himself. "You're welcome baby."