The Demon and His Plaything

10| Rollercoaster

Samantha was admiring herself in the mirror when she heard the door open. She had her half hood on but not her blindfold. She snapped her hand to cover her eyes as she spun around to face the door. He was half an hour early and he was usually late.

She heard him drop his bag down and kick off his boots. She thought frantically where she'd put her eye covering, inching to where she thought she might have set it down.

Her heart thumped in anticipation. She hoped he liked her attire. This time her body was sleekly covered a long sleeved latex body suit. It was tight and high collared. Openings, accessible via zips and loops for holding her in place were strategically placed. It constricted her like she liked without the rope. Afterall the rope was her thing. She knew he wanted something else tonight.

"Put your hands down," he ordered. His voice sounded strained. "I want you to see me."

His tone spoke to her wolf. An undercurrent of need beyond her understanding. Her hands trembled as she slid them from her face allowing herself to see him and for him to see her eyes.

She held her breath. He was beautiful. Like a Venus fly trap. Her whole body trembled as he walked towards her. His jacket was discarded and she could now see his lithe physique, smooth under his black t-shirt. Seeing him brought a reality to what she was doing, she had been able to ignore. Feeling suddenly vulnerable, Samantha cast her gaze down and held herself very still.

Godrick moved with unnatural grace, flowing forward and gripping her jaw, tilting her chin up and forcing her to look at him. "Look at me."

She obeyed.

He exhaled as he studied her eyes. "Take the hood off."

"Please, sir." Her voice broke.

"Why not?"

Her eyes shifted down again as she shook her head, his hand softening against her face. How could she explain something she didn't understand herself? That without this she couldn't be who she really was. She needed a mask to be free. "I'm not the same without it."

"Look at me." His grip tightened again.

Her eyes darted back to him. They swept his face, seeing the tension in his set jaw and the burning in his intense azure eyes. She thought there may have been flecks of indigo there...

Something seemed to snap in him, his mouth crashing into hers. She surrendered to him, his mouth dominating hers. He scooped her up, her legs automatically wrapping around him.

He walked her to the bed and threw her down. She sprung up to her hands and knees, keeping low. Her eyes followed him as he removed his shirt–she wanted to see every inch in him.

"Do you think you deserve my attention?"

She shook her head. "No, sir. But please..."

"Please, what?" His hands undid his belt and the top button of his jeans.

Excitement coursed through Samantha, Godrick's progression feeling like everything was back on track despite the mess up with the blindfold. "Please take me. Control me"

He stopped undressing. He was thinking, his eyes raking over her. He rubbed his jaw and took a step back from the bed.

She whimpered at his hesitation, tears springing to her eyes. She felt pulled taught. Seeing him made her more present. Made it more real. "Please..."

"Come here." He pointed at the edge of the bed. She crawled to where he pointed, sitting back on her heels, and clasping her hands together in her lap.

"Do you know what you put me through last night?"