Beg Me (Power Play Series) (12 page)

   
I decide a hot bath is in order, and when I step in to the steaming water, the water seeps into my skin and soothe my muscles I realize that this is our first date.  Not that we haven’t shared cozy dinners or nights on the boat together, but this is going to be a true date.  I’m going to take charge and let him know my feelings for him are the same, I’m really going to say it, I’m going to tell him I love him…I’m going to throw up. When my ass starts to tingle from going numb, I slide my body down further into the tub letting my shoulders dip under the water. I am ready, I think. After I soak so long that the water in the turns from hot to just room temp, I drain the tub, step out, and grab my towel. 

 
I have got to say, leather is always a good choice no matter how hot it gets. I turn and look at my reflection in the mirror and see the shine to the leather outfit makes it look like I am poured into it.  Damn! I look good. 

    
I see Daemon walk out into the garage; he doesn’t have his shirt on yet just pants and shoes. 

    
“I was looking for you to see how I should dress, but if you are looking like that, I don’t think we will be out for very long.” 

    
“I thought we could take the convertible, go for a ride, and have dinner at that place you took me to my first night here.”     

    
“Great idea, I’ll be just a minute” Daemon agrees, going back into the house and in five minutes is back with a white shirt and blue stripes. He has the sleeves rolled up to the crook of his elbow, and the first few buttons are undone. I feel like I can’t breathe, my heart is pounding in my ears. 

  
“Let’s go”, Daemon says to me and gets in the car. I freeze, he just got in without trying to open my door for me, wonder what that is about.  I shrug it off and get in and the car and buckle my seat belt.  I look over at Daemon and notice that something is definitely wrong.

  “Did you get the contracts finished for that project you were talking about?” I ask, fishing for insight.

“Yes, it’s been completed for a few days now.” He says coldly. A few days, why on earth hasn’t he said anything to me about it?

“That’s a good thing right?  You really wanted this to happen so that you could expand, and find your own ni
che separate from your family.” I ask, trying to get a feel for his mood. Daemon takes a deep breath and seems to hold it a long time before he says another word. 

     
“You know how sometimes, you think you want something, and then when you finally have it you realize it may not have truly been what you truly wanted?” He asks not looking at me.

I am confused. What is he saying? Is he talking about me? Is he talking about the company? I think I am going to pass out.  My head is hurting, and I can’t breathe. What if he’s not talking about the company, what if he means he has changed his mind about me?

     
“Are you changing your mind about the company?” I venture a guess, “Or is it me? Are you upset with me about something?”  Instead of answering me Daemon slams down on the gas. The roads are starting to zoom past us faster and faster; I glance over at the speedometer, 100 mph!    

   
“You! Why would I be upset with you, Vivienne?” he snaps. “You have invaded every part of me, and I have given you my heart and you give me nothing in return.”  His words are like a slap in the face. 

    
He pulls over and slams on the breaks. “I have had you with me for the last three and half weeks, and in that time not once have you been honest with me about your feelings.” He says, his voice getting louder in the confined space. “I’m tired of just fucking; I can do that with anyone. I told you before that I wanted you to give yourself to me, and there would be a time that you would beg me to be with you. I’m tired of waiting.”

 
He shifts the car into drive and turns around in the middle of the road.  For the first time I am scared of him, I have no idea what he is thinking or planning on doing. I am also afraid I have messed this up.

 
   “Daemon, please say something” He doesn’t answer or look at me and I am unable to hold it in any longer. I break down and start sobbing, putting my face into my hands and cry my eyes out.

I
feel the car slowing down, the engine shut off, and Daemon’s door slam. I pick my head up to see Daemon stalking around the car to wrench open my door; he reaches over me to release my seat belt. I get hauled out of my seat and thrown over his shoulder, we are back at his house, and heading upstairs.

 
“Daemon,” I say, my voice coming out more like a plea for help. He opens his bedroom door and literally throws me on the bed. 

“Don’t you fucking move!” he roars.

  “I think we should talk.”
I try to say, before he slams the door shut, a few minutes later Daemon returns with a bucket of ice. The bed shifts around me from his weight as he leans over me, pressing me back and into the mattress.  He was very still and quiet, I lay there in silence looking up into his eyes. Without a word he grabs my hips and slides my center to the edge of the bed, and I can feel the need building inside me.

   
I watch as Daemon retrieves a piece of ice from the bucket and slowly takes it into his mouth. “Maybe I should torture you like you did me.” he says harshly, bowing his head to my waist and sliding my leather skirt up roughly.

  
“Aahh!” I yell as the first stroke of his cold tongue forcing itself through my lips to my clit had my back rocketing off the bed. He smacks my ass hard.

“Be still Vivienne.” Daemon commands. I obeyed as his tongue slides back into my pussy then two fingers followed. With my legs draped over his shoulders and his hands on my ass he continued to alternate between sucking and nibbling on my clit, only pausing briefly enough to chew on a piece of ice to make his mouth cold again, keeping my orgasm at bay. 

“Daemon please let me cum.” I cry out. Pride is out the window now and I am not beneath begging him for my release “Daemon! Oh Daemon, please!” After a few more agonizing moments, he stands and removes his pants and boxers. Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he raised me up off the bed enough to plunge into me.

The
instant orgasm took hold of me and reverberated throughout my body. We both gasped aloud at the joining of our bodies, and he begins pumping his full length into me. The next intense orgasm caused my stomach to cramp and my legs to tremble.  I feel so lightheaded, as if all of the blood left my body to pump in one area only. It was only after I shouted, “I love you Daemon!”, that he found his release. 

Chapter Eighteen

   When we come to after that intense round, I realize it’s time to figure out where we go from here.

   
“Daemon there is something I’d like to discuss.” I begin, but at that point his phone rings. He looks at the ID frowning as he answers, and I can tell this is important. 

   
“Hello, yes, just give me a moment to get online.” He covers the phone with his hand.  “I’m sorry I have to take this. We’ll finish our discussion when I come back.”

  
I nod weakly, and get up heading into the bathroom, searching for some ibuprofen for the immense headache I feel coming on. I grab his shirt off the floor and put it on.  I pull the collar up, turn my head into it and inhale. I finish buttoning the front of the shirt and head down the hall. I stop and peer over the banister at him and watch him talk as he paces. I make my way down the steps and he strides over to me, ending his call just as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I can see the crease building between his brows, something must be wrong.

   
“Now, where were we before the phone call?” This is business Daemon speaking to me. I suddenly lose my nerve.

     
“I lost what I was going to say,” I say with a dismissive wave of my hand. “How was the call?  Is everything alright?”

“Well it seems
that Jayson no longer has a choice about treatment.  He got was in an accident, and is in the hospital. Once he is released the police will arrested him, and he is going to be locked up.”

“Oh I’m so sorry. How bad is it?” I ask.

“He’s in
surgery now. I have to go to him tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be return before your flight back to the states” Daemon says. I nod in understanding, and at that he leaves.

The
day before my flight, I start packing and cleaning up my stuff. Getting my carryon bag ready I realize, again, that I can’t find my passport. I rummage through my bag and find my singing toothbrush, I press it and as I hear the lyrics to
Bad Romance
I suddenly realize what all I have to lose. I hold it close to my chest and cry. I need to go to him, and hope that it is not too late.  Nikki is gracious enough to not only tell me where he is, but she drops me off personally. 

“Good luck.”  Nikki winks at me.  “With my brother you’ll need it.”  I get out of the car and make my way inside the hotel.

   I sit in the lobby of the hotel impatiently, I pick up a magazine nervously flipping through the pages, and then I see him. He doesn’t look happy to see me. I rush to him before he has a chance to brush past me.

     “
Daemon, I know you don’t owe me anything but I would like to talk to you please.”

 
He looks around, anywhere but at me and sighs. “We can go up to my room.”  He nods and pushes the elevator button. He looks so worn out; I hope it isn’t bad news about his brother.

     
“How is Jayson?”  I ask, to fill the silence.

       “He’s fine,
some broken bones. Hopefully this will sober him up. You need me for something?”  Daemon asks, getting to the point. I’m not sure where to start, but I open my mouth to speak.

     “
Daemon, I’m fucked up.  I come with a lot of emotional baggage.” I start, holding my hands out palms up in a sign of pleading, “I had something bad that happened to me that made me really question if I was going to be able to go on. It took me a good year to get out of it and try to move on. I used to have such horrible nightmares, but I haven’t had a single one since I met you.” I pause to take a deep breath, before I can go on.

The elevator opens on his floor.  I step out and following him to his room.   Inside the room is dark, when he turns on the lights I notice the bed is still made; he hasn’t slept here.  He walks over to the table and grabs the bottle of scotch.  He pours two glasses and hands me one.  I take a gulp, and the alcohol burns all the way down. I clear my throat and continue my tale, “I didn’t have a real family, growing up I was in and out of foster homes. I guess I was just so desperate to feel loved that when I met Shawn, I took what little affection he would give me.” I looked up at him to make sure he was still with me. I was met with his steely grey stare. I blinked a few times and continued, “We would meet and hook up a few times a week. He was the longest relationship I ever had. When I got pregnant, suddenly everything changed. We moved in together, and I thought this was it. I was finally going to have a family of my own.” I had to pause again to collect myself; I didn’t even realize that I had started pacing. “We had a troubled relationship and I would just make excuses, I told myself that when the baby came it would get better. I went for one of my monthly check ups at the OB.   They asked me the standard questions, how I was feeling and if the baby was very active. I swear I remember feeling movement earlier in the day, but nothing after that.”  I stopped when Daemon reached out for my hand to comfort me. 

     “
Please don’t, I need to get this out.” I say through the tears that have started to fall.

  “I went from having a family to being alone for the second time in my life. The doctors told me it was common and that I shouldn’t be discouraged from trying again.” I scoff at the memory and let out a huff

 
“When I was released from the hospital he wasn’t there.  I went home to an empty house. It killed me walking past the nursery we had started, everyday knowing what wouldn’t be. The life I could never have.” I put my glass back down on nightstand.

“When I met you, somehow you made me better. I felt like I didn’t just exist, but that I was truly alive. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Daemon” I say him name sounding more like a plea than anything else.

“Do you have any idea how hot you look in that dress?”  I feel myself blush at his declaration.  I’m wearing a simple blue sun dress with spaghetti straps.  He takes another drink from his glass. “Do you know how muc
h I enjoy watching your face when you come?”  My heart is racing from the trigger effect of his words.  I have never experience this feeling from any of my past lovers and I realize none of them have ever had my heart. Daemon sets his drink down on the table and strides towards me.