Trained Ep 02

Thanks for the feedback, I will make those revisions in consideration from now on. As for the narrator I write in limited third person, we follow a person without using "I". The narrator is no one, but I will be clearer with who we are following.

Also, I apologize for the musical references, I don't want to do homework for this and I'd be lying if I said I couldn't work around it. It's just the one of the things I usually use to set the mood. My other works probably won't have music as a plot point.

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Mia

Sleeping was not on the menu tonight. Mia was upset with Sam's reluctance and it was creating some doubt. Laura had said he would be the last person to question her but so far out of the few sentences he did speak two of them were questions. Well not really two different questions rather just-

Mia sat up out of bed and rubbed her temples. She never gets stressed, nothing has ever gotten under her skin like Sam had. She's always had her way, no matter who tried to stop her. All her relationships ended by them calling her a control freak. Mia got up and walked to her office catching the time to be 2:34 and looked at her computer.

"They are right, this proves it." Mia whispered staring at the monitor. Her hand reached for the mouse to turn it on, paused, then clicked it. The screen lit up to show Sam's room from two different angles. Two hidden cameras. Mia wasn't ashamed though. She sat in the chair and watched him, Sam had done something no other man had ever done.

He got her attention.

And her obsession.

She shut it off for the third time tonight and let her head hit the desk. Mia was not used to whatever this was, this yearning for someone. She didn't want to call it love, not yet, they had just met. So, for now she resided to call it a crush.

***

Mia woke with a start, her neck hurt and as she raised it saw she was sitting at the computer desk, monitor on. But Sam was not there, she blinked a couple times and realized that the shower was on. She checked the time, then remembered that she had arranged to get off work today, so she had nothing to worry about. But if Sam wanted to clean up so would she. Mia started to get up when the shower stopped, she sat back down and watched as the bathroom door opened, and a towel clad Sam stepped out. He was in good shape, but nothing toned, he still seemed so small and crushable. He went to a suitcase with his stuff and pulled out a polo, slacks, and boxers. Then Sam waved at one of the cameras and proceeded back to the bathroom to get dressed.

Mia frowned and shut off the computer, she thought she hid them well. Then she got out of the chair and went to her room. Mia took out her phone before she started the shower and called Laura.

"Hey Mia, did everything go as planned?"

"No, he's too shy, what do I do?"

"Oh, just force yourself on him, or tell him what to do. He may seem anxious, but he loves that sort of stuff."

"I kissed him, but he resisted after a few seconds."

Laura was silent for a moment as she thought.

"Have you tried bondage?"

Mia shut the phone off and turned on the shower.

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Sam

Sam paced across the room, his room. This was all too overwhelming, he was kind of bought by someone. Which was doing wonders for his self-esteem. The feeling that he could be wanted was flattering. The only thing that kept him propped up before was his band and the rest of the boys from the gentleman's course. This certainly threw a wrench in his calm life, but he did have a choice and if it wasn't for Mia's hungering gaze that would be the scariest part.

Either way he had a performance today and had to find a way to get Mia to let him go. He could see the hunger in her eyes, to be completely honest it scared him. To have someone like that lusting after him with power over his new home. He was going to become reliant on her, and that scared him even more.

The door across the balcony opened where her bedroom was, and she stepped out in a maroon silk robe. Sam kept his jaw from dropping, the dress at the event was nice. It was simple but did its job as clothing to cover her. This robe did not hide her, it was tied loosely around her waist letting her cleavage show a lot more, her long tan legs peeking out of the robe inviting his eyes to try to follow the cut into her. She was busy putting her hair up, no makeup. It always looked a bit odd to Sam, that might just be because most of the women he saw lately were at expensive parties and decked out in as much as they could put in their faces. Mia looked, natural. And she was already to him smirking at his gaze. Sam blushed and looked away.

"How about we spend today getting to know each other." she said pulling on the collar of his polo, her thumb rubbed the button reminding him that she didn't want to see him in clothes. He could feel his face growing hot and Sam took a second to build up some resolve and cleared his throat.

"I have a performance today," he said slowly and deliberately. "At one thirty."

He could instantly see the disappointment in her eyes as she stepped back folding her arms. Last night was late for both of them, Sam was nervous, and his mind went spinning from that kiss, not to mention that it was a long party and he didn't get dragged off until 11:30. They had both slept in to 10.

"A performance?" Mia asked, Sam good see her thinking back and remembering something. How much did she know about him?

"Yeah I play piano, in a-"

"What's the dress code?"

Sam gave himself a moment to process the change of emotion. From seductive to sad to excited.

"The, um, dress code?" Sam stuttered out.

"Yeah, what do I wear to come watch you? You can accept that I'm coming one way or the other, I am your ride after all." The smile had returned to Mia's face, a less sultry one.

"Casual, jeans and a T-shirt" Sam was trying hard not to lose it. He had to admit though, having someone control the relationship, or whatever this was, was a bit stress relieving. He no longer had to worry about maintaining it as much. "It's a three-hour gig. You don't have to."

Mia leaned in close and kissed his cheek, gently, not like the passion and forcefulness from last night and ignored his last comment.

Find something for us to eat, kitchen is in the right hallway from the living room." and with that she spun around and walked confidently back to her room. Sam couldn't help but stare at her butt that she was putting in some effort to gain his attention. She wanted Sam, and for Sam to want her. And it was definitely working.

"What do you like to eat?" Sam whispered as an afterthought to his musing about her body. She was beautiful, not striking, but soft and comfortable. Sam stopped mid step, comfortable, that's something he's never been with another person. On top of that he's never wanted to be comfortable with someone. Sam realized how much the training must be paying off if Mia was this much into him. Either that or she just liked his physical appearance, but then why would she want to spend time with him at the performance?

He just had to be comfortable with the situation and who he was with. Sam had to trust Mia before he started letting go of the little power he had. Could this actually work out?

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Mia

Dressing up was never her thing, meetings were always boring and Mia kind of linked it with the clothes she wore. All types of fancy stuff got on her nerves, she hated some of her coworker's houses, all pristine white with glass. It felt like an operating room. Her house was at least painted light tan, everything had color, aliveness. Except the couch thanks to another coworker. No one ever sat in it because, its white, and she did not want to deal with stains.

That being said, she still had refined tastes, so toast was a surprise.

"I didn't know what you liked on yours so I kinda made a couple." Sam explained, he was warming up, conversations were feeling less like a brick wall. Who knew displaying interest in his life got him to open up?

Mia grabbed a piece of toast, strawberry jam, and checked the time, it was 10:42. Sam was busy staring at the floor, apparently trying to repent for his gaze earlier. Luckily for him Mia wasn't wearing anything that would make him lose focus. Just like he said, jeans and a T-shirt, well not exactly. She had a black spaghetti strap top on, but she planned to wear a parka over it. She put the parka on a chair and ate her toast.

"How far away is it?" Mia said breaking the silence.

Sam looked up at her and paused for a moment lost staring at her eyes. He blinked and pulled out his phone.

"It's a fair bit away, a bit less than thirty minutes." He said. "It starts at two, but I have to get there early."

"So that means we have two hours to kill if you want to get there at one."

Sam nodded.

Silence.

Mia was waiting for Sam to do something, anything. She felt like a high school girl waiting for her crush to notice her. Except her crush was a thin baby-faced cutie that could barely hold a conversation, and that she wanted to own him. To explore every inch of him, to-

"Could you stop looking at me like that?" Sam said. Mia realized while she was inspecting him again, she was holding her head up with her hands and leaning on the kitchen table with a lusting grin on. She smiled wider and got up, walking closer and putting her arms on either side of the wall pinning him in. Then she stopped smiling.

"I said we have two hours to kill, are you dumb? Or do you just not find me attractive?"

Sam mumbled nervously and shook his head.

"Then why the hell are you putting up a fight? Laura picked you out personally, saying that you wouldn't, that you were perfect for me. What other man wouldn't kill to be in your situation?"

"I don't know what this is, okay?" Sam said, for once loudly. "I've never been past a first date, much less in a girl's house. I'm. Nervous. So, can you just let me take this slowly."

Another awkward silence. Mia pulled back and leaned against the table.

"Sam if you don't want to do this just say it, I'll leave you alone. You can have a real relationship with a girl your age where you can take it slow. But I've been in enough relationships to know what I want, I don't want to take it slow. I don't want to wait any longer."

Sam slumped down against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to think of a response.

"I want you, yes in the sexual way, probably more than you can imagine."

"You'd be surprised."

"But I want to, I, I want to-" he paused unable to say what he wanted to say. "I want to trust you first.", he looked up at Mia. "Can I trust you?"

Mia knelt down and put her hand on his shoulder. "I will never hurt you."

Sam swallowed, then said it. "Then I trust you, you have me for two hours."

Without skipping a beat Mia grabbed his hand and yanked him along, back upstairs and to her bedroom. As much as she wanted him under her, how could she do that after he exposed himself like that to her. She had to prove that Sam could trust her.

She pulled back the covers and shoved him in, she quickly set an alarm for 12:45. Then she followed him in. Her arms and legs snaked around him pulling him in tight and she pressed his head onto her chest. She kissed his forehead lightly.

"I want you to warm me up, I'm cold and didn't sleep well so snuggle up."

Mia felt the warm embrace of Sam lull her back to sleep. She had a long and frustrating day and Mia wanted as much time as she could getting what she wanted. Sleep and Sam. Not in that order.

***

The alarm went off and Mia groaned in response. She soon remembered her position and collected herself. She had apparently latched onto Sam and didn't let go because she was still wrapped around him but was very clearly on top of him now. Sam was nervously smiling.

"It's nice to see a smile on your face Sam."

"Thanks." his face went back to glowing.

Mia was stuck for a moment, kiss or no? Would the dominance push him away or... no it would. She rolled over off him and stood up stretching. They would have to find a happy medium.

Sam had something Mia was not expecting. She was expecting another purchase to fill a hole in her life, but she got a relationship. And that is what she needed. Still, there was something missing from the cuddle session. She buried that need and looked at him, their eyes met and for a moment she was lost in his. This was something different, more than anything she had ever felt with anyone else.

"You're perfect."

Sam looked at her confused, his face told the story of him trying to think up an answer to that. Then he started laughing.

"What? What's so funny?" Mia couldn't help but smile, Sam was laughing. He was comfortable with this; he had no fear, no anxiousness, and was not fighting her. This was the right speed of the relationship, and it was a relationship.

"This is just so odd. I just slept with someone without even knowing them. You call me perfect and stare at me like gold. This is by far the weirdest series of events I've ever had the pleasure of being involved in."

Mia stifled a laugh, she was beaming. This slow coaxing made Sam quickly shed the stuttering resistance and made him more flexible. No sign of any sexual response though, that was going to come slowly.

He took a moment to look at his crumpled shirt in the mirror and tried to straighten it. "You know, someone else I from the course got dragged off by someone with a whip. Oh, it's not what you think. Okay maybe it's only mostly what you think, but it was his choice." Sam thought for a moment and looked a Mia, she was happy just watching him. "I think I should call him... you really like to hear me talk, don't you?"

Mia nodded with a shit eating grin on.

The room was filled with a comfortable silence, but only lasted for a second as Sam started to regret talking so much and quickly turned back to awkward.

"We should get going."

"Oh don't go back to the scared cutie, stay the talkative one." Mia said walking over to him. "I like that one a lot."

"Well you're about to hear me sing, will that be enough to fill your sick desires?" Sam said, but it felt forced. The playfulness that he had when he woke up. He couldn't do it for long but was certainly trying to keep Mia satisfied. This was much better than the quiet resistance and the dramatic complaining.

Mia leaned in close, "Sam I do really like this part of you. Don't be so afraid to show it. I know it may be hard right now but just hang on, I'm sure you'll find your groove once we've spent more than a day together."

Sam tried to hide a giant smile but failed miserably. Mia took the lead and walked out of her room with Sam trailing behind.

"I hope you know that I'll be needing the guest room back at some point of time, doesn't have to be soon. Just some day."

No response. The subject of sex was tough with Sam, she was just glad he hadn't explored her house completely. While she didn't have a whip the closet, all her toys would have scared him off. When Laura had mentioned bondage, she wasn't just saying it without reason, Mia had a prominent kinky side.

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Sam

One music filled car ride later, again playing more Sinatra, they arrived at a bar. It had snowed in the morning and the midday sun covered by the clouds made the whole scene glow, the windows had the curtains drawn in to keep the light level down. The world felt different to Sam, this was a lifestyle change. But the bar that his band had played at for a month or two stayed the same.

"What are you waiting for, you're going to catch a cold out here." the arm of Mia taking his and walking him to the bar. "Why didn't you wear a jacket?"

"I've never really minded the cold, everyone always worries about me though."

"It's because you're small, and small people tend to get cold faster," she leaned into his ear, "though I know you do serve quite a nice snuggle buddy."

Sam blushed but said nothing, he hoped that she wouldn't say that sort of thing in front of other people.

They entered the bar arm in arm, but Sam quickly removed himself from Mia. Mia at first looked disappointed but changed her disposition when Sam's name was called. The tables separated the bar and stage with a door to the left. Halfway through was a piano.

"I've got to go, they always have trouble with it. Um, they have food here for lunch and you can eat dinner if you want to too."

"Good luck Sam."

Sam just smiled at her and walked to his piano, while he climbed the stairs of the stage he looked back to see Mia sit down and order something immediately. He tripped on the final step but managed to stumble over to the door. Caroline and Derek were on the other side with Caroline a step back trying to find a way to fit it through.

"Guys we do this every week, how can you not know how to get it through?" Sam said.

"Because you always do it, have fun!" with that Derek stepped away. Sam guided Caroline through pushing it as he pulled it onto the stage. The three of them set up the rest of it as band members trickled in. Before long everyone was ready.

Like usual all the rhythm section ate something snacky before they started, the winds just had to eat earlier. They sat in silence finishing the granola bars and grapes like kids at a soccer game. Sam wasn't surprised to see Caroline walking up to them, she never ate with them and was normally glued to her phone before it started but tonight was different. She was the face of the band, lead singer and didn't play an instrument. Sam was quite fine always hiding behind her on the occasion he sang. He only sang one or two songs because he never liked to be center stage, they also didn't have another pianist, so he would always be on the bench. This was a special occasion which caused him to listen to all the Sinatra, they hired a temp pianist that was someone's friend.

Sam had center stage, must be fate that it coincided with Mia.

"You ready Sam?"

Worse still was that they were practically all romantic. Luckily this was the last set, so he had two hours to be anxious. They took a break every hour.

"Just fine." Sam said. Here there was no sign of the nervous Sam, he was always outwardly calm when music was on, when he was playing there was no nervousness anywhere, on the inside and outside. He just hoped he would still get lost in the music even while he was singing.

"We're on in five, let's warm up."

***

The noise of the bar quieted down as the owner walked on stage.

"Please welcome The Bones!"

Sam grimace, he didn't like the name. He'd rather they name it after someone, calling themselves The Bones just sounded cheesy and out of place. But Caroline was in charge and she thought it sounded fun. The manager stepped off and Caroline stepped up taking the mic. She thanked everyone and rattled off the general theme for this hour. She looked at everyone and got nods, then they started. Just like that they were off. They kept Sam off the mic until the last block so all he had to worry about was his piano.

And just like that Sam got lost in the music, they warmed up crowd and soon were swinging along with loud happy tunes. But before long they finished the set and got ten minutes for a break. Looking up for the first time he saw Mia at a table sitting and smiling.

After the quick break they got back to playing after another spiel from Caroline, this second time the songs mellowed out. This time Sam felt a little more self-conscious, the third block was on his mind staying as a little reminder of what's to come. Before he could get worked up too much an hour had passed. He finished the last song, a ballad that left the band fading out to his slow finish. His hands whizzed across the keys climbing slower until he hit a final low chord.

The ten-minute break was the worst. Sam was worrying and shaking, Caroline found him sipping water tapping his foot nervously. She handed him a shot.