When Hermione closed the bathroom door, Samael leaned forward. "Should I vanish now?"
"No, I want you to take her back to her room when we're through. If you touch her body, stairs won't disappear...."
"If she starts crying again, I'm out of here."
"I'm not going to hurt her."
"I don't think that matters. She'd start crying right now if you just told her you were unhappy with her."
"Probably, but I have no intention of saying such a thing unless she gets out of control."
"How long are you going to edge her?"
Lucifer checked the clock. "Forty-five minutes. I don't want her to stay here longer....."
"You don't think that's going to make her cry?"
Lucifer rubbed his lower lip. "She might. Don't you want to watch her come?"
"Are you going to let her?"
"As long as she keeps her head."
Samael sighed. "I want to see it. But if she starts bawling again, I'm going to vanish."
"I doubt you can come on her after going away."
Samael rolled his eyes. "It was an accident."
"That's what I hear."
"What do you want me to say?"
"That you'll keep your bodily effluvia off my....." Lucifer was taking a long time to acknowledge even to himself.
Samael grinned. "Off your . . . ?"
"Stop grinning at me like that."
Lucifer's clone sarcastically straightened his face.
"Off your . . . ? Go on."
Lucifer sneered at him.
"My Head Girl."
The grin reappeared. "Is that a title of distinction or her future job description?"
Lucifer shrugged. "Either."
"Maybe you should tell her that," Samael said, picking some imaginary lint off his sweater—but watching Lucifer out of the corner of his eye.
"Why?"
Samael shrugged absently. "I don't know. Maybe she's confused about your relationship after Eve came here. I'm sure she doesn't know how to confess to you either."
Lucifer considered that. It was a complicated arrangement. It sounded juvenile to....He'd grown very attached to her.
"Don't you care about her?" Samael asked quietly.
Lucifer did, but he wasn't about to tell him that.
"She loves you to death."
Lucifer eyed the black-haired. "Did she tell you that?"
"Yes. But she didn't have to. I'm not blind."
'Unlike you.'
The door to the bathroom opened, and Hermione stepped out, covering her pubic area with her hands and not meeting anyone's eye.
"You look better," Lucifer commented. "Are you ready to proceed?"
"Yes, sir," she responded to the floor.
"Come sit in my lap. Unless you'd prefer to be over my knee."
Straddling him seemed safer . . . and more fun.
'Don't think that. You're not supposed to enjoy this...'
She sat astride his lap, and he lightly touched her clit, keeping his eyes on her face to gauge her reaction.
Lucifer watched her eyes slowly close and open; there was a gentle sway to her body as he teased her.
She never looked away from him.
He could easily scan her thoughts, but he didn't need to.
Everything was written on her face.
Her breathing got louder and harder.
In less than five minutes, she was bucking and twitching against him, silently begging him for more.
He kept his touch light and steady.
"I want you to tell me whenever you get too close," he murmured. "I want you right on the edge."
"Yes, sir," she whispered back. If 'ten' was orgasm, she was already at a 'seven.'
He didn't vary his pressure or tempo.
She tried her best not to move, but she could hear the harsh sound of her own breathing giving her away.
The tension wound tighter.
"N-Now," she panted.
His finger pulled away, and the clenching in her pelvis dragged its feet to a stop.
He waited only a few seconds then went right back to what he'd been doing, sliding over her slick clit in a slow, light tease.
Hermione was disheartened by how quickly the pleasure returned.
'This night is going to go on forever...'
She only lasted a few minutes before the ache got too intense. "Now."
Lucifer pulled away again.
'This is a nice game to play....'
He didn't have to think about anything.
It was easy to see when she was getting close (but having her tell him was a nice backup).
When his finger returned, she squeezed her eyes shut as if she could hide from the feeling.
He barely had to touch her to get a response, her slit silky with need.
Lucifer wanted to shove himself inside her.
'Maybe I should. I'm not the one being punished. Her restraint should be strong enough that I can be inside her. Wait a bit. You can always fuck her to finish her off when it's all over.'
"Now!" she grunted.
'That was quick.' He pulled away for a few seconds then went back.
Glancing over at Samael, Lucifer started to have second thoughts about fucking her.
For some reason having Samael witness his pleasure made him uncomfortable.
He'd screwed plenty of men and women with an audience present, but . . . he felt Samael (his clone) might use the knowledge against him in some way.
The boy was already too observant for his own good.
'Was Samael right? She loves me? Of course she does; but she cares about everyone. That's no badge of honor.'
The girl cared about all creatures great and small. There was no secret for Samael to discover.
Lucifer even quickly replaced the fact he said 'love to care'
"Now!" She clamped her hand onto his shoulder, hissing through her teeth as she tried to rein in her clit.
Lucifer smirked at her. Almost as soon as he touched her again she groaned "now."
'The game is afoot.'
He stayed off longer that time. She would just come if he returned too quickly.
When he tested her response, she shook in his lap, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Her clit felt sharp. Swollen hard.
Hermione's head reeled. The ache boardered on pain.
It reminded her of the feeling one got when holding in a wee.
Her bladder would ache if she didn't go; the ache would turn to a throb and then a stab.
She was at the equivalent throb just then and wasn't looking forward to the next level. "Now!"
He slid his hand from between them and brought his wet fingers to his lips.
She let out a ragged exhale when he licked her juice from his middle finger.
"Mmm. You're doing very well, pet. Would you like to taste?"
'Damn.' Like this wasn't hard enough without him doing things like that.
He smiled at her when she opened her mouth for him.
His fingers entered her mouth, and she panted as his other hand found her clit.
The way he stared into her eyes made her pussy leak (which, by that point, was about as noticeable as a stream merging with a river).
"N-Now," she mumbled around his fingers.
Lucifer pulled away his left hand. Her breathing was downright labored.
He didn't want her to pass out, but he needed to push her harder.
"The next time you're close, I'm going to keep touching you. Do NOT come. Is that clear?"
She gave him a worried look.
"Yes, sir."
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and brought his hand back down to her streaming snatch.
Just a few seconds later, she whispered "now."
He made no change. Pace and friction stayed the same.
Her eyes squeezed tight, and Hermione hissed through her teeth.
Her body started to shake.
He snatched back his hand.
"Ow," she whimpered, not opening her eyes.
"Tell me how it feels."
"It aches . . . and burns."
"Tell me when," he said, putting his fingertip to her clit.
In five short seconds she was groaning, "Now!"
He didn't let up.
Her whole body went rigid, fighting the climax.
As soon as she stopped breathing, he let go.
Her body stayed still as a statue, frozen in his lap for the next thirty seconds.
Gradually, she relaxed and started to breathe deeply.
"That seemed very close, Hermione."
"Yes, sir."
"I'll give you a break, but we're going to do this at least three more times."
She let go of his shoulders to cover her face. "I don't know if I can."
"Yes, you can. Would you like some water?"
She nodded.
"I'll get it," Samael muttered. It sounded as if she might start crying again.
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