Beg Me (Power Play Series) (10 page)

Chapter Fourteen

    Daemon protecting me from Jayson earlier this week should have been proof of his feelings for me.  I still felt so conflicted inside, I wasn’t ready to end up alone, again.

    I was sure by now that Daemon could sense the change in my behavior this past week; I wasn’t my normal carefree self.  I could feel myself losing the grip on my control and giving it over to Daemon and it frightened me more than I was I ready to admit.

Today he brought me more flowers to replace the ones that were ruined the other day.  Instead of saying thank you, I let him feel the words with my kiss.
“There’s more.” He continues grinning with his hand behind his back. “I wanted to give you something special. I know it may be too soon for your decision, but I wanted you to have something to wear, to mark you as...” Daemon stops before finishing his sentence.

I
take the velvet box from him and inside is a beautiful oval cut emerald with diamonds surrounding it.  
“This is beautiful.  No one has ever done anything like this for me before. Are you sure you want me to have this?” 

“I’ve never been
surer of anything else.” He replies softly “Turn around and let me put it on you.” I turn and lift my long hair from my neck. When he lingers, trailing his fingers down my back, after fastening the clasp of the necklace, I know I have to tell him.

    
Before I lose my nerve, I spin around quickly and wrap my arms around Daemon. He holds me in his arms gently pressing his lips to mine, sliding his tongue ever so softly across my lips, causing them the part slightly.  I let out a sigh, and he invades my mouth with his tongue. Holding the back of my head with his hand he continues the onslaught of his mouth against mine. I start to relax in his embrace and took a moment to explore him with my tongue, letting his need set the pace.

When we
finally find our way to the bedroom, never letting go of our embrace, we melt together; our bodies singing as we make unhurried, greedy love. 

Daemon’s body is
as exhausted as mine, as we lay together as one breathless and sweaty mess. Then, just as I am about to drip off to sleep, I hear him say it.  “I love you Vivienne.” I stay still, trying to keep my breathing steady, saying nothing with my eyes closed praying he will think I was already asleep. 

Chapter Fifteen

                   To ease my conscience for not responding to him last night I wake up before Daemon and take the time to run a hot bath for him and lay his clothes out. Nikki was more than happy when I call and asked her to drop off a basket of baked goods.  

   “Thank you for doing this for me today.” Daemon says.

   “You’re welcome, I know today is a big day for you.” We hold each other a little longer when we say goodbye. As I start to clean up the kitchen, I hear my cell ring and am puzzled when I see Daemon’s name on the screen.

   “H
i. Did you forget something?” I ask.

  “
No, I just wanted to let you know I will be back early tonight.” Daemon says

“Ok, thanks for letting me know.” I say. 

“Goodbye Vivienne.”

  
Throughout the day, I find myself looking at the clock several times, I am so anxious for Daemon to get home. I enjoy being the person he shares his day with; I realize that Daemon and I are so similar because intimacy is the key ingredient that has been missing in our lives. 

   
“I have a surprise for you.” Daemon says a few hours later as he comes in the door. 

    
“What is it?” I ask and he hands me a small flat box. Like the one a tie would come in. I look up at him looking for a clue but he remains silent. Curiosity finally gets the better of me and I open the box quickly, confused when hold its contents up in my hand. 

   
“A blindfold? You want me to blindfold you?” I ask with a small smile hoping I am right, but knowing I am not.

 
“Try again.” He says and smacks my ass hard.

 
“You want to blindfold me?”  He smiles and nods.

“I think we need to talk, about this.” I say replacing the blindfold in the box and setting it aside “Why a blindfold?” I question.

“Why not?” Daemon asks in reply and adds, “What are you afraid of?”

“
Nothing, I’m not afraid of anything.” I say quickly without thinking.

“
Ok then, prove it. Go to the bedroom and undress, put it     on and wait for me to come to you” That’s easy enough. I grab up the box again and make my way towards the hallway.

“Uh
, not so fast. I have one more thing” he holds up a second box that reads
Japanese Silk Strings
.

“
What are you going to do with those?” I asked “Vivienne you don’t think you are the only one with a fantasy or two, now do you?” he says teasingly.  I have never been the type of woman that backed down from a challenge and I sure as hell wasn’t about to start now, and the blindfold I could do easily but the thought of being tied down and unable to move makes me nervous.

    
“You may use the bathroom now, or if you need to do anything else, but after that you will be a little…indisposed.” He smiles.  In the bathroom I use this opportunity to have a heart to heart talk with my reflection in the mirror. After all I have been through; I can do this I tell myself. When I come out of the bathroom, I stand at the edge of the bed and slowly put the blindfold on and wait.  

Never in all by life have I done anything like this.  Not even in all the craziness with John and Mark. My heart feels like it will beat out of my chest as he starts with my feet, saving my arms for last. He ties the strings around my ankles and when he pulls them tight, my body stiffens. I can’t let him see my apprehension; at least with the blindfold he can’t see me squeezing my eyes shut trying to remain calm. 

   
When he is finished I try to move and find my arms and legs secured. I hear him moving about the room but he says nothing and I could swear I hear the door shut. A few minutes later I was certain of my guess that Daemon was out of the room when I heard familiar sounds outside but couldn’t make them out. It seems like hours have passed when I finally feel the weight of the bed shift signaling his return. He sits in silence, and I wonder what he is doing.

   
Finally he speaks, “You seem nervous, almost scared, are you sure you want to do this?”

    
“Yes.” I said, knowing that things between Daemon and I were about to change. I recognized the sound of glass bumping together. My mind searches for what he could be doing. He says nothing as a warm ridged object is inserted in my center. I inhale a deep breath, but since I am unable to move I have no choice left but to just feel. When I start to adapt to the feeling it is gone, and a new sensation comes over me. It is cold and I gasp when it enters me. As he moves it in and out of me I can feel my muscles grabbing onto the ridges and bumps. I lay there motionless, feeling as if all my strength is being sucked out of me. I lose count of the orgasms, and when he is finally done he removes the blindfold, pulls the covers over me and I fall into a deep sleep.

   
I wake up needing to use the bathroom but when I attempt to sit up I realized I still tied to the headboard. 

“Daemon”
I say quietly, trying to rouse him from his slumber, he looks so damn sexy when he sleeps. “Can you get this off?”

“Oh Baby
, I’m so sorry.” He says sleepily “Did I forget to untie you last night?”

  
“No Daemon I thought it would fun to tie myself up back up before you woke up.”

  
“Oh what a smart mouth you have.  Perhaps I may have to put something in it.” He says playfully.

  
“Hmm, as good as that does sound, if you don’t untie me I’m going to need to buy you a new mattress.”

“
As wet as it got last night, I’d say I already need to buy a new one.”  He winks and, after untying the strings, informs me he is going downstairs to make breakfast.                In the bathroom I make an emergency call to Cheri, “I think I love him.” Is all I say when she picks up.   I expect a response but all I hear on her end is a long sigh.

“
Aren’t you going to say anything?” I ask her.

“
I’m not sure what you want me to say, who are you and what have you done with my Vivienne.”

   
“Very funny. Seriously though, can I be honest with you?”  “Of course” she insists.

  
“I never worry about anything; I just live in the moment with him but now that I have crossed that line I don’t know what to do. What if he hurts me, I don’t think I can face him.” I blurt out.

    “
Where is he now?” Cheri says with a yawn.

 
“Downstairs making us breakfast.” I answer.      

  
“A man that is willing to make you breakfast the morning after is serious. What did he say when you told him you love him?”  Cheri asks.

“
Nothing”

“
What do you mean nothing?” she says accusingly.

“
He said nothing because I didn’t say it.” 

 
Cherri lets out an exasperated breath, “Viv I love you, but its time you grow up. Tell him everything or say goodbye, make up your mind.”  And with that she hangs up.

 
That’s so unfair. I turn on the shower and let the warm water calm me. I start to daydream and I blissfully recall all of the events of the previous night.

 
I’m happy to have a few minutes alone with my thoughts.  I turn to let the water pulse against my back and rinse the remaining shampoo out my hair when the glass door opens.  In walks a very naked Daemon, he starts planting kisses on my neck, working his way down my collarbone to my breast.  My nipples immediately became hard and pucker up.  He takes one breast in each of hands and squeezes them. 

  “Mine” is all he says. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations that are raging through my body as his thumbs flick my sensitive nipples. I open my mouth to let out a sigh and he grabs the back of my head and crushes his mouth to mine. He releases me and I dig my fingers down his back and plant them on his ass. I seize this opportunity to drop to my knees; I kiss all over his smooth skin and slowly lick off each wet bead as they appear. 

  
“Stop, please Vivienne stop.”  Despite his pleas I continue my assault on his hard length until he climaxes. “That is not how I saw this going down in my head.”  Daemon says to me. 

I grin up
at him. “You snooze, you lose.  Besides, where is my breakfast?” He pulls me up into his arms and tickles me as water sprays over our bodies.

 
“I love your laugh.” Daemon says. I look away, why am I suddenly embarrassed?

 
“I happen to like your smile too.” I say playfully and bite his chin.

  “I take it you aren’t used to compliments.” Daemon notices. “It just so happens that plan to spend today complimenting you in bed.” He says turning off the shower and drags our dripping bodies back to bed.

    
Later that afternoon at Daemon’s request, I drive to his office to help with some computer work he needs done.  It is truly convenient for him that I own an IT company and have many resources at my disposal, but what is supposed to take me two hours, turns into 5, and I am deep in concentration when the door to Daemon’s office opens.

“Oh, I’m sorry I was looking for Daemon.” A stunning blonde says and walks into the office. “I’m Simmone; I don’t think we have met. You are?”

“
Hi, I’m Vivienne” I reply, not really knowing what else to say.

“OH! So
you
are Vivienne.” She says with wide eyes. I instantly don’t like her.

“I wondered how long it would be until Daemo
n showed you off.”  She says with a smirk. “How much longer will you be in visiting?”

I stop to think of our arrangement and I
don’t know what I should say to this woman, I’m not sure who all knows of Daemon’s lifestyle and I feel a need to protect him.

  
“It’s up in the air right now.  Daemon and I haven’t discussed it.”  I reply, trying to be dismissive.

  
“Oh, you're so cute. You really think Daemon is in love with you.” Simmone says with a giggle and covers her mouth with her hand. "Let me tell you from experience, every woman who has had sex with Daemon falls for him. It’s like a sick mind fuck for him.  He pulls you in, makes you feel special and then you find out you were nothing but the flavor of the month.  He’s such a hypocrite.  He punishes Jayson for being a junkie, but he is one too. For the first thirty days he feeds off all of the passion and emotions that come from being with someone new.  It’s his crack.”