Sam sucked at the skin at her throat and, in spite of himself, failed at suppressing the mischievous little smirk that flitted across his mouth. Did she really want to challenge him on that?
"Money is riding on yes," Sam responded lowly. Right now, as far as he was concerned, he could make her do anything that he wanted. Sam wasn't aware of it yet, but the confidence that he had with her right now, while usually quite dominant alone, was growing now that he had her blood spinning it's way through his system. Sam felt like he could do anything right now. And he knew that, in some ways, he could. He knew that he could send her to Hell. He wouldn't even have to say a word. With a little focus, a little determination, and a little bit of effort Ruby would be all gone. Except he didn't want her to go. No, Sam liked having her here. He liked that she was useful, he liked that she seemed to be confident in him where no one else was, and he liked the little additions that came along with it, like how she was willing to play around with him like this. Mixing business with pleasure probably wasn't the best of ideas, but it was rather difficult to not do as much when Ruby was involved. She knew how to make him want her like no one else could.
So, no. He wouldn't send her away. Still, Sam could do a lot of things to Ruby right now. And in all honesty? He planned on it.
Sam's mouth fell lower. He kissed her shoulder, then turned his hand into her own at her chest and lifted it to his mouth with a dark look; a look that only made the one that already lingered in his gaze all that more notable. "I'm gonna make you beg," he said, as though it were fact, "and we both know it."