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 nipple in his fingers. "You rub your clit while I tongue fuck your pussy?"

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 nipples. She moaned.

"That's it," he cooed, biting her nipple. "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 pussy 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 cum," 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 nipples, 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.