Beg Me (Power Play Series) (4 page)

I hear the throaty growl as John thrusts in and out of my mouth and
I know he is about to cum. After a few rough strokes, he is spilling into my mouth and down my throat. I take everything he gives greedily. I am so wet right now; I want to have the rest of me filled.  “Mark where are you?” I reach out in the darkness to feel for him.  He takes my arms lifting me up from the bed. He spins me around forcing my palms to bed as he rocks into me. I thrust back against him meeting each of his hard thrusts; yes this is exactly what I needed.  My orgasms temporarily quiet the torment inside me, bringing me peace.  I feel the movement of his muscles as he finds his release. When his body calms, he pulls out of my mouth and directs me to my knees. In the dark, I hear movement in front of me, and the smell of foreign cologne hangs in the air.

I get on my knees and hold my position as Mark
enters me and starts pounding me from behind.  With each thrust he puts his full length in me and I cry out.  My screams of pleasure unhinge Mark and he joins me in climax.

Suddenly light blind
s me as my blindfold is removed, and John and Mark are gone. As my eyes adjust, I see the stranger before me stoned face.  He’s standing at the edge of the bed towering over me.  I move to sit up and notice the large erection that is begging to be freed from his pants.  I watch as he slowly removes his clothes, one item at a time, his eyes never leaving mine. 

Although I have just cum, my body
already wants more.  I feel the pulsation inside me as I grow damp again. He steps towards me, glancing down at my throbbing core as if sensing the need in me. I feel nerves tighten in my belly as I reach down and touch his cock. 

“Do you want to c
um?” he asks me. I say nothing, just look at him.

He
leans forward and trails one finger between my breasts until he reaches my neatly shaven sex, then he dips a finger into my warm mound. I begin to move back and forth against his finger, as he inserts another. I place my hands on his shoulders to brace myself.  Just as I am about to have my release he withdraws his fingers from me and places them in his mouth. I am panting as I watch him suck my juices off of his fingers. 

“You taste good.” He says with a small smile
“When you cum, I want you to look me at me.  Do not close your eyes.”

I
cock my head at his request, confused.

“
I want you to beg me to let you cum.”

I jerk from him in shock
at his demand. I do not beg anyone for anything. Ever.

I
narrow my eyes and shake my head at him in defiance. “No” I say firmly.

He rams two fingers back inside of me, causing me to go weak.
I grab onto his wrists to hold his fingers inside me.

“Look at me.” I
obey my eyes wide with pleasure and maybe a little fear. “Beg me to let you cum.”  I see the challenge in his eyes, but still not willing to let him win this battle and give up control, I pull away from him.

“I think we’re done here.”  I
manage to say as I try and compose myself. I grab my dress off the floor and quickly throw it on; I want to get out of here as quickly as I can.  I search for my shoes and look up to see him standing in front of me, dangling them from his index finger. Embarrassment starts to take over as I glance around the glass walls and see numerous sets of eyes watching our exchange.

“Where do you think you’re going?”  The stranger says to me in a
stern voice that made me nervous.  I reach out for the shoes, but get pulled closer to him instead. I feel myself start to panic and I can hear my heart beating in my ears.

He
lowers his head and brings his lips close to mine.  He slowly traces my lips with his tongue, following their shape before he crushes his mouth on mine.  I forget about my shoes.  I reach up and grab fists of hair, as I moan into his mouth. There is an instant passion that ignites between us, that I am unable to control and it unnerves me.

I close my eyes
, letting myself enjoy the sensations building in my core as our mouths continue to greedily feed off one another.  He pushes his fingers back into me, taking me close to the edge. Overcome by need and want, I open my mouth to plead with him.

“Please”
I whimper.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” 

“Yes, please fuck me and make me cum.”  I watch as he rolls a condom down his impressive length.  I start to feel a mixture of panic and excitement as I look at all of him; there is no way that he is going to fit inside me.  I lean back further on the bed and brace myself.

He grabs my ass
, lifting me up, and slides me down achingly slow onto his cock.  I clench my teeth as I feel myself being stretched by his girth.   I wrap my legs and arms around him tightly.

  He grabs me
tightly under my knees and begins to pump himself in and out of me.   I am overwrought with new sensations; I am being fucked like never before in my life.  I can tell I am starting to lose this battle. 

I
somehow managed to keep my eyes open and on him as the orgasm ripped through my core. I don’t think that he came, I’m not sure as I was overwhelmed by this entire situation, but I see the condom is empty as he removes it and disposed of it in the trash can by the bed.  

What kind of game this is?
  Why didn’t he come?  I’ve never had a man not reach climax with me before, is there something wrong with me?

He let
me go and I slowly start to back away.  There was something in the intensity of his steely grey eyes that I was unable to resist.   I felt so aroused from the feel of his lips; it seems I’ve forgotten the intimacy of a kiss.  This is not what sex is about for me.   I pull the red dress off of the floor and slide it over my body as I head for the door.  I walk out on uneasy feet as I look for place to go to collect myself.  I feel and hand on my arm and I know that it is him.  He leads me down the hall to an unoccupied room.  This room is serene and peaceful; it is set up like an island retreat.  I make my way over to the bed and have a seat.  The sound of the waterfall is relaxing and helps me to slow my breath as I stare at him.

“Vivienne…” he begins,
“My name is Daemon. I apologize for earlier.” I hear him talking to me but I haven’t yet recovered from the fire that he lit within me, so I remain quiet and focused on his eyes as he speaks.

“I came here to offer you an opportunity. I would like for you to be my companion.” 

Is he for real?  This isn’t a brothel.

    
“I think you have the wrong girl.”   I say, as his grey eyes go dark with desire as he lets them drift from my face, and down my body. “Our chance encounters have got me to thinking maybe this could be more; we seem to fit together quite well.” He reaches out to touch my hand and I pull it away.

“
I only ask that you to give it 30 days.  I’m willing to compensate you for your time if you later decide it isn’t working, unless you’re afraid to be with me.” I am afraid of no one.  How dare he try to trick me into doing this.

Chapter Four

“Let me get this straight, you want me to be your paid whore for the next month.” I throw at him with venom dripping from my words.

“Vivienne, I said companion.” He replied sternly “
Now, there will be rules that you will need to follow. If you are able to obey them, I am sure you will find our arrangement mutually beneficial.” Daemon continued. 

He is
watching me with a sly smile. I’ve always been addicted to the thrill from sex, in the short time since we met this man has given me more than I knew possible.  

“If I were to accept your proposal how would this work?”
He has piqued my interest. “I travel a lot between my home in Greece and the states, and I am simply looking for a companion for the next month.” Daemon replies.

“Greece
!? Are you kidding me?” I exclaim before I have a chance to stop myself.

“I am very serious.  I will ta
ke care of all of your expenses and, as I said, at the end of the thirty days if you do not find our arrangement beneficial you will generously be compensated.” Daemon explains.

Something is wrong with this picture.

“So, you just happen to be here on business, meet me and ask me to go to Greece with you?” I say to Daemon sarcastically

“I understand how this must look Vivienne.”  Daemon says as he grasps my hand gently in his.

“John
and Mark have mutual friends; we have conducted business together for a long time. If you have any concerns about me please talk to them.  When I saw you with them I was dying to know if you would have the same natural reaction to me.” Daemon says.

“What is it that you
would want me to do as a companion?  I need a straight answer.”

“Labels are so
restrictive; I prefer not to use them.”  Daemon begins to explain. “You would have professional duties that you would perform at my home, at my place of business and on my off time. Be someone that would be sexually compatible with me.” 

And there you have it.

“You want me to be your submissive
slave?”  I ask, shocked.

“
As I said I do not believe in labels, they can come with so many negative connotations.  I want an open minded woman who can be responsive and obedient to me sexually.” Daemon says, choosing his words carefully.

“I refuse to be anyone’s lap dog, forced to beg and call you master.”
I retort angrily.

“See.  That is why I refrain from the use of labels.   This isn’t about degrading the sexual experience
between us. It’s about creating a situation that allows you sexual freedom, to push your limits and grow.  I also want someone I could form a relationship with”

“You
’re like the character in the book that forces all sorts of kinky things on the girl, and punishes her when she doesn’t listen?” I say with a nervous laugh.

Daemon looks at me and laughs.

“My dear Vivienne.  Yes there is a play of power involved in this, as there is any relationship.  Boss and an employee, a mother with her child even a husband and wife. Someone leads and someone follows.  As far as punishing someone harshly into doing something they are dead set against is abuse in my book.  It will not happen with me.”  He pauses for a moment before continuing.

“Let me ask you Vivienne, when I withheld you from orgasm until you followed my rules, how did you feel?”
Embarrassed
I think to myself, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of a reply.

“Without much coercion you complied
with my wishes.  How did that orgasm feel to you?”

“
It was unlike any I had before.” I hate to admit

“Do you know why?”

I shake my head no.

“Because you embraced your submissive side, and it felt rewarding
for you.  I am asking you to spend time traveling with me and see how compatible we are.”

“I need to think about it.”
I say to Daemon.

Looking down at his watch, Daemon tells me that his flight leaves later this morning and mine is scheduled for the afternoon.  He hands me a card with his name and number on it.

“
If you decide to come with me, call this number and my driver will pick you up and take you to the airport.  I will have all the arrangements made.”  He turns and walks out of the room and out of the club.

I see John and Mark and decide to approach them for answers.  “So who is Mr. Big Cock?”  I say sarcastically.

“
Well Vivienne he’s a good friend of the family. And we’re working on some new business projects.” Mark starts.

“
He just asked me to be his travel companion for the next month. Don’t tell me he goes through companions like he does underwear.” I say to them

   
“He’s a really good guy. You two actually have a lot in common.” He says trying to assure me. John and Mark are the only ones outside of Cheri and Lauren that know about my past. 

“
Just go for it Viv what have you got to lose?  I know for a fact you’re in between projects right now.  A change would be good for you” John says reaching out to rub his hand down my arm. “I’ll think about it.” Is all I say and I wave goodbye.

On the drive home, all I can think about is my meeting with Daemon, and his offer.   I feel this strange nervous feeling inside me and sadly realize that I haven’t felt that way in so long.  As crazy as it sounds to go off with a stranger for the next month, I think I am ready. I quickly decide to make the call before going in and losing my nerve. I get more and more anxious with each ring and I stiffen when a deep and very masculine voice answers on the other end.