Beg Me (Power Play Series) (8 page)

“
You haven’t told me where is home for you.” Daemon points out, and I know it’s the first of many questions to come.

    
“Philadelphia, I just moved in with some old friends” I answer shortly.

   
“Where were you before that?” he asks

    “
I lived in Maryland before that.”  I answer, getting uncomfortable. Maybe he will get the hint and we can stop talking about this

   “
Were you born there?”

  
Ugh! “No, I have lived in Pennsylvania most of my life.”

  “Why would you move if your family was there?”

  I pick up a pastry and take a bite, delaying my answer.

 
“Here eat this so you will stop asking me questions.” I say, shoving the other half of the pasty in his mouth.

“Ok, No more questions Vivienne.” He says with his mouthful.

After lunch, Daemon suggests we go for a walk. He grabs my hand and holds it tight as he leads me down the hot sandy beach. 

“
So do you like everything that you have seen so far?” he asks. I ignore his question, still deep in thought from our game of 20 questions. Soon we reach a remote corner of the beach near the edge of the rocks. As we get closer, I can hear voices and when we walk around the rocks we stumble upon a couple.  The man is leaning with his back against the rocks, the woman was knelt down in front of him gripping his hips and sucking violently on his cock. Between the groans that erupted from the man’s throat, we could hear the loud slurping and sucking noises she was making. 

“
Shit” Daemon said. I turned my face back and him and told him to hush. I could feel the heat from Daemon as he moved closer behind me as we watched them intently. He had such a great manly scent and only inches separated us. I needed to touch him, to feel him grow inside my mouth. I wanted to test the water and see if he was affected the same as me from the front row seat to this erotic performance. I looked down and saw his cock twitch ever slightly, and start to become engorged. I lift Daemon’s hand and place a single finger in my mouth and suck it imitating the way the lady was sucking on her lovers cock.   When she pulled his cock back out of her mouth and started to rub it with same intensity that she was sucking it, I couldn’t help myself. I turned around grabbing Daemon’s hips and pushing him against the rock. I want to touch him; I drop to my knees in the sand and release him in one swift movement.

I lean up and
flick the tip of his cock with my tongue. I look up and see him close his eyes. I take him in my mouth and start sucking him intensely, sliding my warm mouth up and down the full length.  When I reach the tip with my lips, I never let it all the way out of my mouth but start to swirl my tongue around the head.  As he begins to slowing pump his cock in and out of my mouth he says, “Fuck, if you keep that up I’m going to cum, way too quick.”     

I pull my mouth off of him but continue stroking his length with my hand.
“Not unless you beg.” I say to in a seductive voice.

“
What?” Daemon said, not sure he has heard me right.

"Beg me
Daemon; beg me to make you come." 

I run my tongue down the length of his cock
, from the tip to the base.  It makes me feel good knowing I have turned the tables on him, making him beg like he made me do the night we met.

“
Please baby”, he moaned and grabbed my head and trying to force me down on his cock. 

I quickly braced both of my hands on his hips my thumbs pressing against his V to keep a distance between us. I look up at him
stopping all movement.

“
No Daemon”  

“Are you kidding me!?
” he demanded.

“
Tell me what you want Daemon; beg me to give it to you.” I repeat, watching his cock twitch as I blow air on it.

“
Suck my cock!”  He yelled, when I didn’t lessen my grip on his hips. He swallowed hard, took a deep breath and touched the side of my face gently.

   “
Please Vivienne. Please I’m begging you, please suck my cock and make me cum.”

Without a word in response I
placed him in my mouth again and take his cock all the way down to the base. I grab his balls with my hands and gently message them as I bobbed back and forth, relentlessly sucking on his cock. I can tell he is close to his release and I cannot contain my excitement. My pussy begins to pulse excitedly, and my hums of pleasure are vibrating around his cock. He fists my hair tighter, as his hips begin thrusting faster and faster. I brace my hands on the heated rocks behind him for stability. A violent growl escapes his mouth as he explodes in my mouth, and I swallow him down.

Daemon looks completely
spent; his head fallen back, leaning against the rock for support. I love seeing that look and knowing that I am the cause. There are so many things I would love to do to him given the chance. 

Chapter Ten

    Back on the boat, I tell Daemon to follow me to the cabin.  I have him lay on the bed and I crawl over him to start nibbling at the side of his neck working my way up to his lobe. His natural response is to put him arms around me drawing me closer. 

    
“Slave, I don’t recall you having permission to touch your Mistress.”  I say to him as I try to push him off, but he rolls on top of me forcing needful kisses on me.

  
“We’re not off to a good start. Behavior like that will get you punished.  Lucky for you I don’t have a flogger.”  He says to me in a serious tone.   “If you really want to do this then you will need to invest in one.” I tease. “I’m a slow learner.”

   
“Be careful what you wish for Vivienne.”  He says, and puts on a shirt. “I need to check the traps and see if we have some dinner.”

   
“Traps?”  I say confused

    
“Yes, I tossed a few out when we were approaching the beach.   I follow Daemon back up to the deck and watch as he leans over the side. This man looks as great from behind as he does from the front. His back is muscular and they taper down into the sharp curve of his waist. I imagine this must be how his ass and thigh muscles look when he’s thrusting into me. I need to do something to make sure there is plenty of thrusting tonight.

     “Were in luck!
”  Daemon says startling me. “Looks like we will have lobster for dinner tonight” he announces proudly.

He puts
the lobsters in the bin below to keep them fresh, and when I see him open a bench with more string and a tool box inside I get a marvelous idea.

    “
Do you have extra string?” I ask

    “
Yes,
I think I have like 100 ft line in the cabinet below.  Go help yourself.” He says concentrating on his task at hand.

    
Planning this out in my head I know I will need a knife and an O-ring. I rummage through the storage cabinet and find it interesting that he keeps everything so damn organized.

    “Yes.”
I say to myself, trying to keep my voice down. This is just what I’m looking for. I take all of the items with me and go sit beside him at the front of the boat.  I loosen one end of the string and start to pull out what I imagine is seven feet. I cut this piece off and set it aside, I then sit and patiently take the knots out of it as it unravels. I create more equal strands and loop them through ring.

     “
Come here Sailor, I need you to knot this at the base of the ring.”  I say.

    
He takes the group of strands and makes this odd looking knot. 

     
“It’s a clove hitch knot.” He says when he notices my expression “Here it’s good and tight.” and hands it back to me.  I immediately tug on it to verify that it is tight and holding well.  I take the piece I had set aside bend it in half and start wrapping it through the ring.

     
I then cut the bottom of the strings so they move freely.  I make a tight braid with the top third of the stings and have Daemon make the final knot at the end.

 
   I take the homemade flogger in my hand and crack it.  I am excited as I see the string ends flailing. 

     “
Ooh I can’t wait for you to spank me with this” I say as I play with it.

   
I get so preoccupied with the thought of the sex play tonight and my first spanking that it seems like we are back to the marina in a matter of minutes.

     
Daemon docks and removes the lobsters and his bag making his way from the boat.  I follow behind him, swinging my newly made flogger. We load everything into the back of the car and take off. I frown at my face in passenger side mirror, it seems I got more sun than I had imagined.     “Wow the sun is pretty strong here.” I say pressing my fingers against my cheek, watching the spot remain momentarily white before turning back to a soft pink.  Daemon turns to look at me.

    “
Baby, you are very red all over.  Next time I will make sure you have enough lotion.”  Daemon says, also frowning. He said next time, my heart swells the way he takes care of me.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” I realize I never really have. “I like an occasional smack on the ass pre orgasm.” “What’s so funny?”  I wonder what wicked thoughts are going through his mind.  “Just thinking how much I’m going to enjoy having you tonight.”   On the last stretch of winding road, it concerns me that he isn’t asking more questions. 
    

    
When we get to the house I insist that Daemon relaxes while I take care of dinner and although it was my first time, thanks to Google and the step by step recipe I found, the
lobster turned out amazing. 

   
After the dishes from dinner are clean and put away we head to the living room, I sit on the couch and have Daemon stand in front of me. I look up at him standing there in boxers and bare feet.   “I am going to remove these, as I plan on us being nude the rest of the night.” Daemon announces as he steps out of the boxers and kicks them across the floor.

    
I stand and take a step towards him, running my left hand down the ridges of his stomach.   “I like how responsive you are to me.”  I say in a whisper to Daemon as I teasingly run my finger tips up and down his chest stopping at the base of his cock. I love watching him grow from just my light touches.

    “
I enjoy sucking it as well.” I say and bend down to lick the tip. “I just wish it wasn’t so hairy.  Can we fix that?” I ask and look up at him.

    “So, is that an American thing?” He says giving me a strange look.   “I don’t’ know, I’d say it’s a Vivienne thing. I keep myself shaved out of courtesy and expect the same.” I say to him in reply. “Ok then, let’s go upstairs and take care of that.”

     In the bathroom I sit on the edge of the tub while Daemon stands in front of me.  I know he must be nervous,
but this would be so much easier if he were erect. I start to rub the gel on his shaft and it turns to white foam. There it is, he’s now hard, staring me in the face. I want to open my mouth and suck relentlessly on him.  I hold the tip and start shaving him in downward motion.  He starts to move, and I have reminded him again to be very still. I warm a washcloth to wipe the remaining gel off to reveal a smooth hair free shaft.

“So much better.” I say as I start to inspect his sack. “You are not putting that near my balls. I draw the line at that.” He puts his hand down covering his balls like a cup.  “I plan on shaving everything. This is such a turn on for me.” I say and coat his balls with foam. I warn him again to hold very still unless he wants a razor cut on his balls.  I don’t know why I mention it, but I tell him how surprised I am that he is letting me do this. 

“It
’s just hair; it will always grow back.” he says. “Plus, how can I say no to you.” The combination of shaving him bare and his voice saying those words has caused me a slight issue. I am so aroused and I am certain there is no way he can miss the reaction my body is having to him and I silently thank God when he jumps into the shower to clean up.

   
              He wraps a towel around his waist after he steps out after a quick rinse and watches me brush my teeth. I can feel his smile on me, as the song from the toothbrush blares all around us.  Even after I am done, it continues to play. I think about the bad romance Daemon and I could have together and it makes me smile.

“
Vivienne, I want to ask you something.”  Daemon says with a serious look. “Sure.” I say, and wonder what is on his mind. After getting dressed for bed, I am walking around the house and have just turned off the last light in the living room.

    “
Have you always been the way you are?”  I can tell he’s carefully choosing his words.

  “I’m not sure what you mean?” I say and heading down the hall after I am satisfied that all the doors are locked. Old habits die hard I guess.