The Demon and His Plaything

6| Pedestal

She woke up to a video of him. She could hear he was listening to her audio file as he stroked himself. The image showed him from the base of his throat down, kneeling with his knees parted.

She hastily grabbed her headphones and cranked the volume up. His breathy pants turned to moans as her cries increased in pitch. She'd really let herself go, locking herself in her own ensuite–she knew no one would be able to hear her there. After her third orgasm that day she'd felt pretty zen about it so the fourth she'd let take her over.

It was early, only 6 am. He had sent it around 2 am. She tried her luck and asked him permission to enjoy the video physically.

He responded within minutes.

Godrick: Put the vibrator in again.

She skipped out of bed and got it out of her hiding spot. She turned it on, ready for him to take control, and slipped it in, happily returning to bed. Feeling a ballooning of excitement, she told him she was ready.

She was writhing and panting before too long. The part in the video where he squeezed his shaft, gripping it tightly, had her clenching her teeth. His mushroom head was dark and swollen. She could see the glisten at his tip and it was all she could do not to growl and howl at the sight. She liked that when he came he let it fall where it wanted to.

She told him when she was done and slipped the sex toy out of her.

Godrick: When are we seeing each other again?

DL: Sunday again?

Godrick: Can I bring you to my home?

She stilled at the question.

DL: Better not, sir.

He didn't respond. She chewed her nails waiting. When he didn't reply after half an hour, in that time she had just sat staring at her phone, she got up and got ready for her day.

The thought he was likely angry at her, created a caustic feeling in her stomach. She pushed the feeling down, trying to turn her mind to the tasks of the day.

She was early to breakfast that morning, Derek was the only one at their table.

"Morning," he greeted.

She nodded hello as she sat in her seat. It was awkward, there being only two of them sitting so far away from each other. They hadn't interacted much since the first training session.

"You and Tracy are both heading to the summer ball this Saturday," he ventured after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Yeah," Samantha took a sip of her juice. "Tracy is pretty excited about the prospect of finding her mate. I keep telling her it's a long shot but–well, you know what she's like." She smiled at him to soften her words.

Derek nodded. His usual serious expression in place. "I imagine you're hopeful too."

"Of course," she replied. "I want nothing more than for Tracy to be happy."

"I mean, you finding your mate."

"Oh. Right. Sure." She shrugged. Having a mate just felt like another eventuality for her. It would either be a Goddess-given mate or Derek as her chosen mate–or whoever else if he found his mate and she didn't. Either way it wasn't her choice.

Derek was staring a little too intensely at her so she cast her eyes down. While they didn't talk much she was sure she'd felt him looking at her more lately. She wondered if he was psyching himself up to having to take her as his mate. He would do well from the pairing. A born omega marrying into an Alpha position.