The Demon and His Plaything

22| Outside

Godricks eyes glowed a little red and she gave a thrilled sound low in her throat. She twisted to kiss Derek, turning him so she could still look back at Godrick. Godrick leant in, taking what he could from the kiss. Samantha pulled back to watch them as they continued kissing in her absence.

She kissed their mouths where they met. She growled deep in her throat and she felt a rumble from Derek. There was something from Godrick too, she felt it for just a second.

The men shifted their mouths to her, one at a time.

Godrick slid his hand into her folds. Derek's hand moved without instruction, slipping his thick fingers into her.

She bounced on his hand gasping as their mouths moved against each other. Too soon she felt her end again. She tried to prolong it but the two men were focused on getting her there.

She shuddered her release, as their mouths fought for access.

"Thank you, sirs." She panted and pushed her face into Derek's neck, her body still trembling from her release.

Godrick rubbed her back, sending a shiver up her spine. "You want a bath?"

"Yes please."

He climbed off the bed to run it for her.

Derek was quiet as he held her. "That was..."

Samantha pulled back. "Was that too far?" She bit her lip, it was easy to get carried away in the moment.

"I honestly don't know... I feel I shouldn't be okay with it but..." He sighed. "Did you ever like how I–we–when we...?" He struggled to ask the question, not really wanting the answer.

"Of course." She understood his concern. "Derek, I wasn't pretending. I enjoy how you make love to me. I just like it extreme too." She paused. "I like you being involved in this way too, but if you don't like it we don't have to do it this way. I can be with you separately."

He thought for a second. "I don't know. Does it get more extreme than this?"

She bit the inside of her lip and nodded. "This really was nothing."

"What–what else?"

She looked towards the door, she could hear Godrick was almost done running the bath but he was still in there. She'd rather tell Derek this herself. Godrick would downplay it but she needed Derek to understand.

"I like to be hurt." She took his hand and put it around her throat. "Really hurt. Pushed to my limits and then smashed through."

He shook his head. "Like what?"

"Tied up. Spanked. Choked." She watched him as she said the words. "Fucked rough... cut." His frown deepened. "Owned."

He tilted his head at that. "That's all that sir stuff?"

She nodded.

"And Godrick likes to hurt you?"

"Sort of. Godrick loves to make me feel good, even if that means hurting me. He likes to punish me the way I need to be punished. More than anything he likes taking charge."

Derek laughed a bit. "Yeah. I noticed how bossy he is."

She flashed a grin at that. "It's nice to be taken over. He owns and knows my body. He knows what I want before I do. The things he's done." She shivered at the memories. She could tell Derek was thinking of what acts could have been performed on her, she didn't think he was ready for details though so she remained quiet.

"With you," she snaked her finger over his scalp, "I'm in the moment. There is nothing else."

He relaxed under her touch, his gaze on her face. "Do you plan to move him into the pack?"