The Demon and His Plaything

12| Good morning

Derek was waiting out the front of the dining room when Samantha arrived for breakfast. She was late, having barely twenty minutes to eat before she needed to start her day with her mother as usual.

"Good morning," she called. She had an extra bounce in her step. She had slept amazingly the night before. Not a full night, having arrived back home much later than she'd planned.

"Hey." He caught her hands and pulled her down around the hall to where less people would walk past. "I saw you last night." She froze and he continued. "Where had you been?"

She just shrugged. "Just out for a run."

"With a bag?"

She just shrugged again. "I like to carry my clothes."

"But we've got caches around the forest for that."

She smiled up at him, "I'm not really a relaxed sweats and shirt kind of person." She could see the look of concern on his face. Intent to soothe him away from his suspicions, she reached up and rubbed her fingers through his short hair, massaging him gently.

"It's no big deal," she said softly as she applied just the right amount of pressure.

He closed his eyes and groaned, his hands falling to her hips.

"That feel good?"

He pushed her up against the wall as an answer, his mouth finding hers. She kept her eyes open, seeing his eyes flash as he hooked her thigh with his hand and pulled it up, opening her leg for him to fit up against her.

Pleasantly surprised at his forthrightness she returned the kiss. He started to push up against her.

She stopped him. He looked at her with heat in his eyes and hurt that she stopped him. She understood he'd be wanting her more with the marking, yet she had withheld.

"Come with me." Taking his hand, she led him into the stairwell, knowing no one else used them and that there were no cameras.

She took him down a level, where it ended, having him sit on a middle step on the last bank of stairs–half a flight down from the door they had used. This stairwell ended underground but didn't link to the basement and kitchen.

He was quiet, watching her as she guided him to sit while she knelt on a lower stair in between his knees.

"I haven't been a very good mate. Have I?" She asked, stroking him through his sweats.

He didn't seem to know what to say, but he started to shake his head in disagreement.

Without any preamble, she freed his erection and swiftly took him into her mouth. She took it easy, guessing deep-throating him might be a bit much for him. She used both her hands to take the rest of his length. A hum escaped around her lips as she bobbed her head on him.

Derek's breaths were getting louder. She looked up at him to see him looking down at her. He was biting his lower lip to keep his volume under control. She could feel his almost imperceptible thrusts. He was holding back.

She pulled off him with a big suck. "Stand up."

She moved him further down the stairs and turned herself around. He split his stance without her guidance, taking a step or two higher with one leg. She quickly worked out the right height, crouching on the stair under his leg. His hand gripped the railing as she put him back in her mouth.

She found his other hand and put it in her hair, placing her hand flat against his hip, and looked up at him. He didn't move, still obviously worried about her.

She mindlinked him. "I'll tell you if you get too rough."

His eyes flashed at receiving a mindlink at a time like this. The sound of her voice in his head doing something to him.