Slowly, Beacon nodded. "Alright, Samantha, if that is your wish," he said with a tinge of regret in his voice. "Why don't you go upstairs and enjoy the bedroom you used during the last party? I will come find you there soon, I promise." Giving her a long, soft, passionate kiss filled with friendly caring and understanding of the sacrifice she made, knowing her possessive nature, Beacon broke away and walked back up to where Illyana was standing, his eyes on hers, the fierce intensity of his arousal clearly evident both from the predatory grace with which he carried himself, and the way his throbbing cock twitched every so often, seemingly of it's own accord. "I don't believe I've seen you at one of my parties before," he murmured, walking around behind her once more. "I am sure I would have remembered such a beautiful, innocent looking girl, had I ever laid eyes on her before." Moving up to her so that he could kiss her neck again, he reached around in front of her and cupped her small but perky breasts, massaging them gently as he pulled her back against him, allowing her to feel his pulsing erection pressed against the small of her back. "Tell me, sweet one, what is your name?" His words were gentle, but they were also laced with a subtle tone of command that, whether she fought against it or yielded to it, Illyana would not fail to notice.