The Demon and His Plaything

5| His gift

The message came through just as she got out of the shower.

Godrick: Open the box and wear it all day.

Anticipation surged through her as she rushed to her dressing room and tore the box open.

"Oh, shit." She couldn't wear this today. It was her first morning training with her mother. She chewed her lip raw. She picked up his gift and turned it on and a second later it vibrated in her hand. Just for a second. She held her breath. It ran very quietly, something needed when around werewolves that had super hearing. The sound of another message drew her eye to her phone.

Godrick: Waiting.

Taking a steadying breath she inserted the u shaped vibrator into the panties he'd included, where it had a loop to hold it in place.

"f**k," she moaned as she slipped it inside her. She took a photo and sent it to him. Almost immediately the vibrating started. She cried out in surprise.

Fuck. f**k. She stood with uncertainty, her legs feeling weak. She grabbed a dress to wear and then another pair of underwear to go over and then some stockings. The dress was long-sleeved. Both her sleeves and stockings hid the marks that hadn't quite finished healing yet–she'd been rubbed raw this time. Thankfully her clit had healed quickly–that had surprisingly hurt the most as it healed. As this was her first time with anything approaching blood play, she was interested in more– particularly in testing the limits of what her body could handle.

She hastily put her hair in a ponytail, still wet, and headed downstairs for breakfast. She was already late so she didn't have much time to eat before she needed to meet with her mother in her office. She could only count her blessings that she didn't have training that morning.

Samantha was picking up a plate to help herself to some food when the vibrating started again. She dropped the plate, catching it before it clambered off the table and onto the floor.

It was a low setting and wasn't stopping. She cleared her throat and put random food on her plate, not really noticing what she grabbed. She walked to her usual spot. Her family weren't there, already done with breakfast, but Tracy and Derek were.

"Earth to Sam,” Tracy called.

Samantha glanced up. "Oh. Good morning."

"Have a good night?" Tracy asked her tone teasing.

Fuck, why can't she let it go? Samantha responded. "Yeah. Took it easy. Bit nervous about today."

"You start your Luna training today, don't you?" Derek asked. His soft blue eyes showed eagerness to talk. Why now? She thought in exasperation. What a time to get his full attention.

Nodding, she felt her eye twitch as the setting was increased. Her gaze snapped down to look down at her plate. There was no way she could do this all day. A silent message arrived on her phone–it was face up, so she glanced over at it.

Godrick: Tell me when you c*m.

He increased the setting again. She stood up abruptly. "Sorry, I have to go."

She quickly rushed out of the room, ignoring Tracy's call for her to wait up. She took the stairs two at a time. Realising she wasn't going to make it to her room, she threw her body into a corner in the stairwell, clasping her hands across her mouth as her climax hit her. Her lowered body rocked, the vibration now too much for how sensitive she was. She groaned and slid to the floor, scrambling to unlock her phone.

DL: I came.

And then another message immediately.

DL: Thank you, sir.

The vibration stopped. She struggled to get her breathing under control as she got to her feet. Straightening up, she went to the office floor, ducking into a toilet and cleaning herself up, but leaving it in place. He hadn't said she could stop wearing it.

She tidied up her hair, splashing some water to cool her red cheeks.

Taking lots of breaths to steal herself, she walked to her mother's office. The door was open, as always. Samantha took after her mother physically. While Samantha's hair came from her father, her mother's an ashy blonde, her green eyes were her mother's, as was her pouty mouth. They were a similar height, Samantha only a few inches taller at 5'8" and had a similar build–slim with wide high hips and breasts on the smaller side.

Rachel had set up a small desk for her. Samantha swallowed thickly, the reality of what she was working towards feeling firmer and more unavoidable with each passing day.

Samantha had technically been training as a Luna her whole life–it was just going to be more focused now. She would shadow and apprentice under her mother until she took over in seven years–earlier if she found or chose a mate before then. Her parents were keen to retire–running a pack was hard and they usually only did it for twenty or so years–as long as they had someone who could take over.

Her mother settled her in and then took her through the plan for the day. They had some reports to read and then they would be visiting the hospital to greet the new mothers there. The afternoon was then spent hearing grievances. The Luna was responsible for the general running of the pack, including the pack house–the Alpha focused on the companies they ran, outside diplomacy and pack safety.

She followed her mother around and greeted the women–some Samantha knew well and others, very little. Her mother knew everyone's name and business–she would ask after other family members by name and make sure they felt comfortable. The pups were adorable. Especially the two sets of twins and triplets.

"Our pack has been blessed," Luna Rachel gushed as she looked down at them in their hospital cradles. The mothers were already physically healed–back to brand new after twenty-four hours, but they were kept in the hospital for the myriad of hormonal impacts on their bodies and for mental health. No one went home until they got a completely clean bill of health. Also, some of these mothers already had babies at home, so the extra time gave mothers time to bond.

As they were leaving, Rachel turned to her daughter. "Why do you think we did that?"

Samantha thought about it. It was hard to concentrate as she didn't know when Godrick would start up again. She focused. This was important.

"To make sure they know they are loved?"

Luna Rachel laughed. "You are such a smart young woman Samantha. That is the desired end result. All members of this pack work towards its success. Mothers bring new members into this world and we need that to be as easy as possible for them. They need to know we are here for them. We serve our pack members as much as they serve us."

Samantha nodded. She stumbled taking a step as she got a jolt of vibration.

"You okay?" Her mother asked. Samantha hated the concern in her voice.

"Yes. Just tired and I skipped breakfast."

"Let's go have lunch, then."

"I just have to message Tracy the link to the dress I'm thinking of getting for this weekend,” she quickly lied.

Rachel climbed into the car and waited. Samantha took the time to stand next to the car, her back against the door. She opened her phone to message him. What if she just lied? The setting jumped at least three levels, she was sure. She bit her lip, forcing her body to stay still as her climax exploded in her. Her waves were still going as she wrote him a message that she was done.

Godrick: You wouldn't lie to me would you?

He messaged, the device turning off.

DL: Never, sir. You're the only one who knows me.

Blissful tension melted away, this round over. She was going to have to change her underwear at this rate.

~*~

Godrick was distracted all day. As soon as he'd found the item, he couldn't wait to give it to her. The idea of her being under his control all day was titillating–the actual experience phenomenal.

He used it only two more times after lunch– a big break in between and finishing her off just after dinner. He'd asked her to record the sound of her, giving her warning so she could get somewhere private. He'd already received the MP4 file, saving it for when he got home.

He had a few more hours of work left, just couriering some money tonight. An easy task. The crew he was in was working with some new people and he needed to collect the first p*****t from them. He wasn't alone, Grim driving as usual.

Grim whistled as they pulled up to the cabin, deep in the forest. "This is some creepy shit."

Godrick looked around in a bored fashion. "You're a demon, Grim. We're the creeps."

"Speak for yourself," he quipped. "I'm adorable."

Godrick chuckled as he got out of the car. They both walked up the porch. The sound of talking was muffled behind the door Godrick knocked on. A gap in the curtains of the door side window showed only the briefest of movements inside before The door was flung open and a giant was standing on the other side.

He had shaggy blonde hair and a beard. Godrick thought he looked like a biker but he had a really weird feeling from him. Spider senses are tingling, he thought.

"You Tylers people?" The man demanded. His presence was heavy.

Grim took a step back, falling behind Godrick. Thanks, pal.

"Yeah," Godrick grunted. He squared his shoulders. No way was he going to let this guy intimidate him.

The man looked him up and down, then with a laugh, he stood back and let the two demons in.

There was one other man there. He had shorter, rich brown hair and was clean-shaven. He looked like a buff hipster accountant. Godrick couldn't explain why, just that this guy looked like he was in charge.

"Hey," Godrick greeted casually. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, his finger tapping on the screen of his phone. He just wanted out of here quickly. A distant hope flitted across his mind that she would still be up when he got home so he could talk to her before bed.

The clean-cut man sized them up. He frowned and Godrick could have sworn he sniffed the air. The f**k were these guys? They didn't look like vamps. Godrick had only had dealings with humans, demons and a few vampires. He knew there were other things though.

"Everything set?"

"That's not for us to confirm," Godrick replied.

The big blonde man waited for the suit to give him a nod to hand the cash over. Grim took it and stuffed it into his jacket.

"Have a good evening," Godrick farewelled and headed out of the cabin. The big man saw them out.

"You guys f**k up and we'll be coming for you," he growled at them. "We have your scent now."

Grim gulped loudly.

Godrick just flashed a grin at the oaf.

He waited until they got to the main road before talking. "What the f**k are they?"

"Wolves," Grim replied. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Hmmm. There had been something familiar about their aura. He didn't have a lot of demonic powers, but sensing auras and understanding what kind of person someone was, he could do–as long as he had a frame of reference.

He pulled his phone out. She had messaged that she was going to bed while they were in there. With a sigh, he locked the screen and sat quietly on the drive back to the city.

~*~