Beg Me (Power Play Series) (6 page)

“It’s not nice to tease Vivienne.” 
Daemon says whispering in my ear. “We still have to go dinner, but tonight you will be dessert.”      

I
whimper as he removes his hand, rubs his fingers together and puts them in his mouth. I inhale deeply, trying to regain my composure; he is staring so intently at me that I wonder if he is fighting to control himself.        
     “We better go.”  Daemon finally says and heads to the restaurant.  He keeps my hand on his thigh, and doesn’t look at me again until we get to our destination.

Thank God it
was a quick ride to the local restaurant, the unspoken desire and silence was torment.   I step out of the car and Daemon takes my hand to lead me inside.  We walk up the steps to a rooftop with a 360 degree view of the city. 

The
setting sun has painted the sky with a mixture of red and orange. It’s breathtaking. 

“
I have seen many sunsets before but the memory of them pale in comparison to this one.”  I say staring out in the distance.

I am still smiling when I bring my
gaze back around and catch Daemon watching me.

“
Do you know what you would like?” he asks.

  Even though I know he is referring to the menu, my mind wanders.  I think of
his lips, kissing them and having them all over me.

Oh my God, sitting across from me is
a man whose face looks like it was chiseled after a Greek god.  I feel myself start to blush so I pick the menu up and hide behind it; I take a moment to make my selections and to break whatever pull this man has on me.

I
motion to two items on the menu and I can tell from his smile that he is impressed that I knew what I wanted.  Damn it, there he goes smiling again and making my heart race. 

When the waitress comes
, Daemon speaks our order to her in perfect Greek.  Just hearing his voice makes me wet, and for the first time I wish I wore panties.

I pick at the bread in the middle of the table and decide to make small talk. “So you live here?”

“On the roof?
” he chuckles “No, my home is in Athens.” I smile to myself, it relaxes me a little to know that he has a sense of humor.

“If you grew up here how is it that you speak English so well?” I stop picking at my bread to make eye contact as he responds.
“When I was a seven, my parents sent me to the states to study. I was there until I graduated. “I think back to my experiences going from one foster family to the next.

“That must have been so hard for you to leave your family at such a yo
ung age and be with strangers.”

“It
was, but I knew I had a duty to my family and I didn’t want to let my father down. During my time there, I learned to write and speak English along with three other languages, Italian, French, and Spanish.”

“
That’s an interesting choice of languages. Why did you pick those?” I ask picking off a piece of bread.

“It was always the plan for me to use my education in the family business.”  He says leaning in his chair. “My father, his father and his father’s father were all boat builders.”  

We spent the rest of the meal
talking about his family and the business that they run.  He also confided in me about his dreams and what he would like to do with his future.  He felt such a need to honor his family and continue doing the business the same as his father before him.  Each time the subject was turned on me, I just smiled and told Daemon there wasn’t much to tell and I was happy listening to his stories.

When the waiter has taken our empty plates from the table, and we are ready to leave,
Daemon takes my hand and walks closely with me back down the staircase. 

“Tha
t was the most wonderful dinner. Thank you for suggesting it.” I say looking up at him. Daemon smiles down at me and remains quiet.

At the bottom of the stairs and back on the street,
I hear music playing and turn my head to see what direction it’s coming from. There are many lights and sounds blaring from the building on the corner. Daemon motions his head in the direction of the building and I nod in reply. 

The entrance of the club is
nothing special; it looks like any other that I have been to.  We make our way to the bar and order our drinks. Daemon suddenly pulls me close, and starts dancing me slowly in his arms. Sighing, I lean into his chest and wrap my arms around his waist. I think I’m in love and it’s barely day two.

Chapter Seven

After only an hour at the club, Daemon leans in close so I can hear him. “We need to head out. I have to stop by my office to get some papers. Do you mind?” Daemon says.

‘No, do what you need to.”
I reply. We walk hand in hand out of the bar and head towards the car.  I feel like this is a scene from a romantic movie, with the reflection of the twinkling stars in the water.  I look over at Daemon and grin; he grabs my hand and holds it tight until we arrive at the office.

I look at the building in front of me reminds me of the buildings back home on Market Street and I smile. 

I try not to look at Daemon too much as we ride the elevator to his floor, but his sharp features and strong presence are hard to ignore. He takes the key from his jacket and slowly slides the key down into the lock and opens the door when the green light flashes. I get momentarily distracted when I see the large balcony straight ahead that seems to float above the water.  Before I know what is happening Daemon pushes my back up against the door, kissing me hard.  My knees weaken as my body melts into his; he pulls his lips away and keeps his gaze on me.  The way that man kisses gives a new meaning to the phrase “girl on fire”. I hope he can’t hear the pounding of my heart. I fight the urge to reach for him, to feel his lips on mine again, his hands exploring my breasts. 

But I can’t let that happen, t
o shift the sexual power back into my favor I just look at him and smile.  “If you’ve finished with me I’d like to use the restroom.”

“I could never be finished with you so soon, Vivienne.” His deep voice rumbles in my chest.

   I close the door behind me
making sure to lock it.  I need a shower, a cold shower at that. I wash my hands and decide to just rinse my face with cold water trying to sober up. As I pat the water off my face, I think back to my kiss with Daemon. In the mirror my lips are still full and red from his assault. There is just something in the way this man kisses me that seems to overpower my senses.

I head
out of the bathroom, and follow the light until I reach Daemon’s office.   I stand in the doorway and watch him as he concentrates hard on the computer on his desk. I see the lines form on his forehead as he brushes a finger past his lips, those same lips that were on mine just moments ago.

“Don’t just stand there
, come on in Vivienne.” He says without looking up. I walk in and stand next to his chair and glance at the screen. 

“
What’s wrong?” I ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“
You mean besides the fact that I am thinking of work instead of having you in my bed?” he says playfully, turning his head to nip at my fingers. “I have to wait for this to finish before I can get the paperwork I need printed out.” 

“Do you have a laptop and printer at home?”  I question.

“Yes”
      “Then you don’t have to wait here. Move over.”  I lean over his desk, making sure he has a direct view to my full cleavage, and change the settings on his computer so that he is able to remote into it later from his house.

“There, now you will be able to work on this computer from anywhere.”
I say proudly.

“Wow. B
eauty and brains, I really got lucky with you. Let’s go home.”   The ride home is filled with more small talk.  “How long have you been in the lifestyle?” His question surprises me. “For a few years now, I’m safe if that’s what you’re worried about.”  I decide two can play this game.  Shifting in my seat I turn to look at him. “How long have you been in the lifestyle?” 
I see him take a deep breath.  “I’ve always had a healthy sex life; I enjoy the variety without the strings that come from a typical relationship.”  Before I can ask the next question that is in my mind he continues. “That was the first club I was ever in.  I prefer discretion, and limit my activities to an apartment I purchased for that purpose.”  I think about his words he said let’s go home.  We pull into the garage, and I carefully make my way out of the car walking unsteadily on my feet.

“
What’s wrong?” Daemon asks coming around to my side. I’ve never seen a man look at me with such concern.

“
It’s nothing; I think all the traveling has finally caught up with me. And these heels are killing my feet.”

Daemon grabs me
around the waist and lifts me up causing me to scream out. He moves me around to cradle me in his strong arms. “Let me take you to the bedroom.” He says softly. I wrap my arms around his neck, laying my head on his firm chest.

He held me close the entire way upstairs, not even putting me down to open the door. In the bedroom, he sits me down on the edge of the bed, taking my right foot in his hand.  Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he gently removes the shoe from my foot and places it on his lap.  His strong hands massage the soreness out of the ball of my foot, and lace his hands through my toes and tug them making them crack. I close my eyes, relaxing into the feel of his hands on me when I feel my leg being lifted up.  I open my eyes to watch him bring my foot to his mouth.  He kisses and nibbles at my heel, the side of my foot working his way towards my toes. He takes each of my toes in his mouth, sucking and biting them.  He puts my foot back on the bed and reaches for the other to repeats the process. 

I lay back on the bed wanting more, “
Please, Daemon don’t stop.” I pant.  I guess I do have a submissive side to me after all, I love the way he has manhandled me tonight.

“I think that’s good for tonight. We have a long day ahead of us.”  I
sit up, stunned, and watch in disbelief as he stands, straightening his rumpled shirt, then strides out of the room shutting the door behind him. I shake my head trying to figure him out; I guess were not sharing a bedroom.

I
start to get ready for bed, taking out my pajamas. I look everywhere in my bag and cannot believe I forgot to pack a toothbrush. In the bathroom I see a basket of toiletries, toothpaste and mouthwash but no toothbrush. Damn!  I walk down the long hallway to the direction of the other bedrooms.

I hear the shower running in the
master bathroom; I bite my lip as my mind wanders to the thought of him in there naked.  I have a reasonable excuse to see him and make my way down the hall.

I barely
have time to knock once on the bedroom door before he opens it. Daemon is standing there fresh from the shower, water still clinging to his toned chest and stomach. I watch as the droplets roll down his body, collecting on the towel knotted at his waist.  

“I thought you went to bed?”
he says bringing my attention back to his face. “I was about to, but there’s just one problem. I forgot my toothbrush.” I say guiltily.

“Well, you could always sh
are mine” he offers. I look up at him in disgust. “As wonderful as that sounds, no, I don’t think so. I would prefer to have my own”

Daemon takes a step towards me. “Is there anything else you want?” he says.  Water from his wet hair drips on my neck as he leans over to
run his nose down my cheek.

I refuse to do this, to be left wanting for more.  He already turned me down tonight and I refuse to beg him for anything more.  I leave and head back to my side of the
hall.

Chapter
Eight

I storm back into my room and slam the door shut.  Oooh! That man makes me mad.  He so damn DF and he knows it.  Well if I can’t have Daemon in my bed, I can at least fantabate about him.

I
head back inside the bathroom and start my own shower. As I strip out of my clothes, I let my mind wonder. There is just something about him I can’t seem to get out of my mind. I dip my head under the stream of water, testing it.  I bask in the sensation of warm water washing over my body. As my slick soapy hands caress my body I begin to fantabate about Daemon.  He is on his knees in front of me, I imagine as my fingers slip into my slit. I shift my weight to my right leg and press my left foot into the wall in front of me to brace myself. My lips are parted first by his fingers then his tongue, my moan is low and deep. He keeps one finger inside moving in and out me as sucks on my clit, I am panting hard now. He reaches up and pinches my left nipple. I toss my head back as the orgasm takes over me.  Sated, I lift my face under the water once more. As if I’m trying to wash away every thought of him.  I get in bed, anxious to see what Daemon has planned for the day.