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He had to do this.

That’s what he keeps telling himself, he’s not doing this for his own pleasure or because he wants to, no, he’s doing it because he has to, he needs too.

All of that was a lie. He didn’t mean for it to go this far but the longer he allowed you to manipulate him and help him indulge in his desires, he quickly found himself unable to stop.

He was an addict. From the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep, blood was on his mind.

Sam had become willing to do whatever it took to get his next fix. He was practically on a leash for you. And he loved it, even if he didn’t want to admit it. It started off rarely, once every few weeks, then a few times a week and then soon enough, he was drinking from you every night. He could barely function a few hours without a fix and you were loving it.

Sam had been without a fix for nearly a week now and he was on the verge of a breakdown. He had called, left hundreds of messages but each went unanswered.

You knew he needed you, but you made him wait, wanting to see how long he could go before he cracked. You loved having this power over him, and deep down, he loved it too.

As the week neared the end, he’d finally gotten an answer from you and within an hour, he had a hotel room booked and was there, waiting.

After around an hour and a half, the sound of the door unlocking made his head snap up and within seconds, there you were, standing as beautiful yet sinful as ever.

He sat on the bed, leg bouncing as he, chewed on his nails. When his eyes met yours, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Finally.” He mumbled weakly.

Tilting your head, a faux look of concern grows on your face. “Oh baby..”

Sam looked like hell, his skin was clammy and pale, eyes dark and sunken in, his lips chapped and drained of his natural plumpness and pink color.

“Please,” He whispered, his voice nearly whiny as he begged for you.

You couldn’t help but smirk, knowing what he wanted, what he needed from you.