The Demon and His Plaything

11| Mine

Samantha closed her eyes with no hesitation. Godrick knew he was never going to get over her immediate compliance. Tasting her tears, he kissed both of her eyelids.

He moved back to her mouth, kissing her deeply but gentler. He grabbed one of the loops at her hip to readjust her under him.

She made a small sound of excitement, but then quickly cut herself off. He could tell she was worried he'd flip out again. He couldn't promise he wouldn't do it again at some point but right now he needed to have her and to give himself to her. There was no thought or question on what compelled him, instead he took the emotional tribute Samantha gave him. Those tears weren't fake. Her guarded hope as he touched her wasn't an act.

She kept her hands up by her head, balled into two tight fists. His erection was renewed as he pushed against her. Her tears for him took the edge off his feeling of conflict. That, and the feeling of her warmth through the fabric of his boxers.

He pulled back to see her face. She still had her eyes closed. Sighing, he told her to open them.

"You did nothing wrong," he admitted.

Her tears had stopped and she just looked up at him wide-eyed. He could tell she was enjoying his grinding but was forcing herself to remain still, waiting for his direct cue.

He pecked her mouth. "I shouldn't have made you think that you couldn't trust your instincts.”

“So… it's okay?” She asked trepidatiously.

He tilted his head, “That I have to share you?”

Her eyes widened in surprise. That is what he is upset about? She thought, gazing up at him in wonder as her mind flitted forward to what his reaction meant. Share? Her mind flicked back to Derek, back at home for just a second.

Godrick's persistent rolling hips as he created friction between us took Samantha away from serious thoughts and consequences. “Yeah…”

Godrick just shook his head, “What do you want to do right now?"

She licked her lips as she opened her mouth. "I could…" He could tell she was lost on how to proceed. He'd broken the flow.

"How about …" he started, taking a n****e in his fingers. "You rub your clit while I tongue f**k your p***y?"

Her breath stopped and her eyes went a little wider, a slight flash of colour. He hadn't slowed his movements against her one bit. "Would you like that?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you sir."

He grinned. He thought he might know what she was now. He moved out of her crotch so she could move her hand down there, taking a moment to suck her n*****s. She moaned.

"That's it," he cooed, biting her n****e. "You tell me how much you love this." He slipped his finger past her hand as it worked and dipped into her, teasing her edges.

"Oh Godrick, yes!" She rocked her body onto his hand.

"On your knees."

She moved quickly, pushing her posterior up for him. He hooked his hands into her hip loops and buried his face in her from behind. Her hand creating circles on the hood of her clit as he took control of her p***y with his tongue.

She cried out, her hand moving frantically.

He could see her face in the mirror, her eyes finding his in their reflection. Her head was turned to one side as she pushed her face into the bed. When her hot mouth opened he could see her tongue as she called out her pleasure.

He flipped her over, coming around the bed and pulling by her ankles to the edge where the mirror was.

"You're going to watch yourself c*m," he said thickly. "You can look at me on your cunt or yourself in this mirror." He gripped his bulge as she positioned herself, opening wide. "Play with your n*****s, I've got this." He smirked as he settled in between her thighs. A small smile played across her lips as her fingers danced up to her breasts.

He sucked her clit waiting for her thrust to tell him when to slide his mouth further down her sensitive flesh, using his lips to stimulate more of her. He was sure he heard her growl. A low rumble.

He did no more than shallow penetration, focusing on the entirety of her external s*x.

She cried his name and her gratitude. He kept his eyes on her making sure she watched herself like he'd ordered. She glanced between him and her reflection, her hands rough at her breasts.

She started to grind against his face, her cries increasing in tempo. Her eyes were fixed to her reflection now. He pushed his mouth harder against her and he felt her feet tense at his ribs where she had set them. He smiled as she came on his mouth, bucking and shivering. Her wetness hit his taste buds and set a twitch in his c**k.

Her cries became hard exhales as she rode her waves. He kissed her down and up her inner thighs, looking at the wetness at her opening, her clit plump and red from his cunninglingus.

"Thank you," she panted, reaching for him.

"Do you want to do something for me?" He asked.

She nodded.

He stood in between her legs and cupped her chin, brushing a thumb over her bottom lip. "Give me your name."

It took a beat to come to a decision. "Samantha."

He smiled beatifically down at her. He rewarded her with a kiss that took her breath away with its slow passion.

"Back on your knees." His tone was absolute.

Her body moved into position, a snaking shift of form. She faced the mirror full on, her eyes on him.

His grin grew at her eagerness. "Who's my good girl?" The question was asked without expecting an answer. He hooked his thumbs and finally ridded himself of his boxers.

"You were so clever," he said as he positioned himself behind her. He spanked her, eliciting a sweet yelp from her. Her body trembled in anticipation for him. "Finding a way to give me all of you."

"Thank you, sir."

"You like watching yourself, don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

He grasped his shaft, squeezing hard as he studied her beautiful eyes in the mirror.

"You want this don't you?"

She made a little plea under her breath. "Please…"

"Use your words."

"Please can I have your c**k, sir."

His eyes danced across her back, clocking the loops at the shoulders, neck and lower back. There was a monster inside Godrick. He knew it was there, always just at his periphery. There forever.

"Where did you get this?"

Her eyes never left him. "I had it custom-made, sir."

He shook his head in quiet laughter, rewarding her with another smack.

No sooner had his hand left her taught flesh, he plunged into her. She cried out as she fought to stay up. Her anticipation for him had her right on the edge. His complete incursion rocking her body as she came instantly. He relished in her tight pulsing warm embrace. Her tight resistance overridden by how wet he made her.

"Ahh." He bit his lip as he moved in her, their eyes meeting in the mirror. "Did I make you c*m already baby? You're mine aren't you?"

"Oh, yes sir."

He'd grabbed the hip loops instinctively but felt he'd over used them. He looked at his options. He wanted to try them all. He wasn't sure there would be time. He could feel every inch of her depth. She felt like she was made for him.

He wanted to own her. The feeling overcame him so strongly that his breath became shaky with need. He grabbed the loop at the base of her neck, his need taking over, and drove her down.

She responded to the applied pressure, testing first if he wanted resistance and responding the second she felt the violent edge of his force. She collapsed her top half to the bed. Her fists balled the blanket as he hit deeper inside her. He moved his hand from the loop to cup the back of her neck. His hand fit perfectly there, holding her gorgeous neck.

Something felt wrong. He blinked hard. He applied pressure to her neck. "Tell me your mine!"

"You honour me… yes …" she shook and shivered as she bounced back at him.

He twisted his other hand under her and pinched her clit. "Say it."

"I'm yours!" She cried out as she came again.

Her body rippled around him. He drew her body up, clutching her against him. She twisted instinctively offering her mouth to him. Moan drove up his throat as he devoured her mouth while her p***y devoured his c**k. His hold on her increased in force as he hit his end in her.

He released her slowly to the bed. Her moaning breaths making him feel tender towards her. He moved back and looked at her, his semen sat at her opening.

"I need a picture of that."

She made a noise of agreement. Her eyes were still on his reflection.

He grabbed his Polaroid camera, grateful he hadn't broken it when he threw everything around.

He took a few pictures and set them face down.

"Roll over Samantha." He enjoyed saying her name.

Feeling satisfied, Samantha languidly rolled over onto her back. With pride she looked at him "Would you like me to continue looking at you in the mirror?"

She tilted her head back. It was strangely alluring the way her neck bent backward so he could see her eyes in the mirror. "Just for one pic." He climbed on the bed and positioned her legs so they were bent open. He appeared in the mirror but the camera obscured his face. He took the shot.

"I want your fiance to f**k you like I just did. Well," he gave a cocky grin, "in that position."

She went still. Her head tilted ever so slightly.

"And then you're going to tell me about it."

He saw worry settle in her eyes. She spoke her concern. "These are his moments too, sir."

He regarded her, a smile alighting his face. He pulled her to him and gave her one of his gentle kisses. She melted against him.

The desire to capture the evening, drove Godrick off the bed and to his phone opened a secure camera app. They both had investigated good ones before they started. He took a few more photos of her. Still feeling restless, he climbed on the bed and pulled her into his lap.

"I think there needs to be some alterations to this."

"Whatever you say, sir." Her small submissive voice felt wrong to his ears.

He laughed and kissed her. "You can take it easy now."

She c****d her head and sat the tip of her tongue on her bottom lip.

Oh yeah, there's the rest of you, Godrick thought.

He shifted her so her warmth cupped his spent s*x. "Samantha, baby. I feel like I need something else."

"Whatever you want, sir." The words were right but her tone was different now.

"I need more access to your gorgeous flesh. I like that you thought of this for me. I like the rope, it has a visual appeal that is almost art." She had an ever so slight smile at the corner of her mouth at his words. "But this," he grasped her hips via the loops and drove her down on him. "You're such a pretty toy for me."

There was a different smile on her lips now.

She crawled off him, going over to her bag. She pulled out a small knife and brought it back to him.

She positioned herself on her knees, her legs slightly apart, her spine straight. "Show me sir."

He looked at her outstretched hand. Her palm lay open, the knife sitting handle toward him.

He looked at the knife. It was a double bladed knife, small. It looked sharp. The fabric of the suit was so close to her skin he couldn't think of how to pierce it without the risk of cutting her.

He took it and moved behind her.

"You'll heal won't you?" He asked. His heart was hammering.

She nodded as she stared at him in the mirror. He was sure he saw her eyes change again. "Yes, sir."

He started to cut. He didn't go overboard. He wasn't trying to cut her… it just didn't matter if he did.

He'd cut panels up the back of the body suit so there was access to her spine. He went to cut the neck–he wanted to see it bare. He wanted to do something that made her his forever, something he didn't understand. She stopped him, moving him to her front.

She still kept herself upright. The couple of nics only bringing small gasps from her. The noise had an undercurrent of pleasure in it driving his own arousal.

He only nicked her in a few places, at the beginning, when the material was a second skin on her. He was sure she moved to cause him to cut her on the others.

He moved to her front. He caught her gaze, ever present on his face.

"Would you like to do more, sir?" She asked.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked back. He wondered why she still stayed in the scene when she knew he saw her. All of her.

"Would you like to go further?"

She guided his hand to cut open two parallel panels, exposing her skin vertically–revealing her ribs and the soft flesh above her pelvis. She continued her guiding to push the point against her exposed flesh.

She studied his face. He looked from her face to the point where the blade met her.

She left it to him to push hard enough to pierce her flesh. Her body slowly undulating, waiting for him to cut her. He pushed the blade through, the knife so sharp he didn't need to put much force behind it. She whimpered but kept her pose.

She whispered so quietly under her breath he almost didn't hear her. "Give it to me…"

His mouth found hers as he drew the blade in a curling line. He didn't need to see to draw his glyph–the symbol he'd always doodle.

He breathed in her cry. He completed the sign quickly. She ignited under the pain crawling onto him. He had to stop her from forcing herself onto the knife. He threw it away and gripped where he had cut her, feeling the wetness of her blood pool between his fingers.

She groaned in his mouth. She took hold of his renewed firmness–his s*x coming alive as he gave her the pleasure she wanted. His pain inflicted on her.

She took him inside her crying out wildly as she became full of him again. Her hands clutched his hand where it gripped the wound.

She lifted her wet hands to his face and painted bloody streaks of her down his neck.

Godrick gripped her shoulder, lost in her. He slipped his hand to the back of her neck, slipping under the rubber via his well-placed alteration.

He shifted his palm at her stomach, serving the dual purpose of applying pressure to stem the flow and driving her ecstacy higher. She veritably f****d him. Using his body to take her wants. He freely gave her this service.

She pulled her mouth from his, gripping his hair.

His eyes rolled a bit at her massaging fingertips on his scalp. His fingers tensed around her neck, the high neck of the body suit keeping his hand snug against her. This felt right.

"Mine," he panted. "You're mine."

"Yes!" She cried out. Her eyes flashed again and he saw her mouth set in an animalistic snarl.

Her head jerked forward, her mouth latching onto his neck. He felt her teeth pierce flesh, sharp pain and then a rushing feeling of collapsing hit him. A searing injection from her teeth and a wild surge twisting from his core, through his arm, his palm burning where it held her neck–all coinciding with their shared climax.

Their mouths found each other again. They took time to come to a stop, overcome by the sensations coursing through them.

He pulled her down to the bed, curling her into him as he spooned around her. He didn't understand what just happened but he felt something for the first time. He felt complete.

~*~

She had kept her eyes on him the whole time. When he looked down at her body, deciding what to do to her next. When he had watched where he entered her. She had seen his eyes flash, like they were struck by a fiery red storm.

He was something else. Something interesting. She was still in the hotel room and it was very late, she should have been home by now. She had showered and sprayed the masking spray on her and the room. She called guest services and said her husband had had a blood nose in the bed. She didn't need them thinking something nefarious happened here. She bagged up her suit. It was going into the dumpster behind the hotel. She dumped a bunch of masking scent on it too.

She looked at herself in the mirror. What a night. She laughed–a great barking one. What a weekend. She turned her head as she swept her hair aside. There was a faint pattern there. It laced out around the back of her neck. Well s**t. She hadn't meant to do that. But the way he had sliced her had been intoxicating. Seeing his face, his mouth, his eyes… his words. Telling her she was his. The connection felt needed. Her wolf had wanted it and she had too.

The pattern he'd cut into her was enticing. She was only sorry it would heal and fade. They took photos of his permanent and impermanent marks. The permanent one a suprise for him.

After their marking he'd turned her face to look back at him. "What was that?"

She'd been surprised, sure he'd know as part of their world. She couldn't have been wrong about that.

"You're not human," she said.

"Not really, no. And neither are you," he spoke almost absently as he studied her eyes, stark against the black hood still in place. “You're a werewolf, aren’t you?”

She searched his face and then turned over in his arms so she faced him. She lent her head in her hand and looked down at him. She let her primary personality show. He had been coaxing her out anyway.

He had only wanted a submissive pet so far–which she loved to be for him. She was excited to see his pleasure dom extended to other ways she liked to be touched. It had been that and him calling her his that had driven her to mark him. She had no idea what it meant to have marked two people.

"Yes, I am a werewolf. I marked you. It means that we are bonded. I shouldn't have done it."

He thought through her words. "I think I've heard of that before. Is it just a werewolf thing?"

She shook her head, still balancing it on her hand. She hadn't taken her hood off. "I don't think so.” And she didn't. She had lived a very sheltered existence, within a pack her whole life. “Will you tell me what you are?"

He thought for a good couple of seconds. "Half human half demon."

She didn't say anything. That hadn't been one of her guesses.

"Bonded?" He asked thoughtfully.

She sat up higher lifting her head. She reached out and stroked her mark on him. A smile drew across her lips as his breath caught and he reached out to pull her to him, snagging her lips. He snaked his hand around her neck, slipping under the collar again. She felt a sliver of pleasure ripple through her from the sensitive skin under his hand. She pulled her mouth back with a gasp.

"What is that?" She reached behind and touched the edge of the area running along the point where his hand was sitting. She untangled herself from him and went to the mirror, twisting to see the edge of what she now assumed to be his mark on her.

He had sat up, watching her.

She climbed back to him and turned around, peeling the collar back. She felt his fingers trace over it. His touch sent shivers where they landed. His mouth moved against the mark, holding the collar down. The feeling was too amazing for her to be concerned his forcing down of the collar could expose her other mark.

He set her back in his arms, pulling her body perfectly in line with his, hooking her top leg behind his.

"You feel this?" He tongued the lines of the mark he left there.

He wove his fingers through the zipper opening, touching her uncovered flesh, leaving her s*x for now.

"Yes…"

"This means you're mine, doesn't it?"

"Yes…"

He smiled into the skin at her neck. "Yes…"

~*~

Derek was doing his last round in his section of the woods. He was in a terrible mood all night and wanted nothing more than to be in bed with his Sam. That kiss that afternoon had riled him and his wolf up. The marking had been very intense for him. The feeling as she completed the mark had been everything. He felt like he was dying without her. A certain part of him knew he was being melodramatic, but he kept thinking if he didn't have her near him he would lose her. He tried to associate it to just his need to further bond with Samantha.

They performed their shifts in wolf form for night duty. He could feel his inner beast's restlessness. It had been on edge since they made love and was barely being contained all evening. Their beasts didn't talk to them directly, but there was an entity that communicated to him through feelings–like intuition–they could take over, coming forth if needed or if you lost control. Some claimed they could talk to theirs. The prevailing theory though is that those people are just giving a voice to the guiding they feel from it. He had named his wolf Damon. He knew Samanthas had named hers Scarlett.

He thought he caught her scent and whipped his head around. It wasn't possible–he must have imagined it.

But there it was again–subtle, like a gentle undercurrent.

It was time for the change over so he trotted towards the packhouse, his replacement passing him. They mindlinked and Derek gave a summary of his shift, which was that nothing happened.

"Hey man. Congratulations."

"Thanks," Derek said, distracted. He wanted to follow her scent.

"Can't believe you're working tonight, go get home to her."

Derek didn't respond, he just kept swiftly moving to where her scent seemed to have gone.

~*~