Beg Me (Power Play Series) (9 page)

   “
You like sex, a lot” He says me following me into the guest bedroom that I am using. I say nothing at first, contemplating my response and trying to figure out where this is going.

“Yes, o
f course I do.  What kind of question is that?” 

 
“Just trying to figure out what is going on in that head of yours. Instead of me coming up with my own conclusions, tell me all about yourself tonight.”  He says and sits on bed, looking up me. I start to laugh and cross my arms over my chest defensively, feeling embarrassed being put on the spot.

   
“I’m sorry I don’t discuss my personal stuff with people that I don’t know?”  I finally say.

     “
Are you serious Vivienne?” I can tell I have upset him. “You can suck my dick, and stay with me in my home. But you don’t know me well enough to share something personal about yourself.” Daemon says a harsh tone. “I don’t know whether to feel insulted or feel sorry for you.” He says getting up to walk out the door. “Why would you feel sorry for me?”  I ask, getting angry. Who does he think he is, anyway?  “The fact that you have to ask me that, tells me that I’m right about you. Someone, or several someones, have hurt you to the point that you don’t understand what intimacy is.”  Daemon says stopping in the door way and turning to face me. “Vivienne, lets agree on one thing.”

    “
Sure.” I say sarcastically, “What would that be Daemon?” “Communication is going to be the key in seeing if this arrangement will work for us in the long term.”  He says, his voice going soft again. He moves closer to me and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m not a mind reader you have to tell me what you’re thinking and feeling. I can guess some things by observation, but you need to open up. The only way we will trust the other person is by getting to know them. That’s why I wanted us to spend this time alone to do that.”

     “And don’t forget your plan to make me your new
slave?” Making a joke was the only thing I could do to lessen the seriousness of his words.
     “Again, I don’t have a need to put a label on what I’m looking for. It’s complex.”  I can tell that from his tone, he is getting annoyed. I’ve been hoping he would bring up the subject.  I guess it is up to me.

   
“Would you mind telling me what happened to make you look for someone new to keep you company?” I try to make sure I don’t use any labels in my question.

    
“Communication was the big issue.”  We were both looking for something that the other wasn’t prepared to give them.  Instead of ruining a friendship we decided to part ways.”

     “
Do you still see each other?”  I feel the butterflies coming on as it seems like an eternity before he answers me. “Yes, she works at my firm. But you don’t have anything to worry about. Our relationship was in the past.”  He says cupping my chin in his hand but doesn’t offer further explanation.  I need more information than that; I feel the need to compete with this woman who used to have him.

   
“Was she…” I bite my bottom lip and trail off, as I try to form my question. “If you are asking if she was in the lifestyle with me, the answer is yes. For a time we had the roles of Dominate and Submissive. The sexual connection alone wasn’t enough to make the relationship work.” I listen, but I want more. 

    “How long were you together?”  I ask

   “We have been on and off over the years. When my parents died, I went through a lot. My brother did too, the more Jayson delved into the world of drugs, the more I experimented sexually. At one time, I even tried training more than one submissive.”  He admitted, dropping his hand from my face.

   
“That sounds like a dream for you, why didn’t it work out?” I ask, curious.  “Because I was unable to get the one thing that I needed the most, intimacy and trust. These women worshipped me to my face, but behind my back looked for ways to elevate their social standings. It was for them, not for me.”

     “What about the woman you work with?”  I know I should let it go, but she is in his life every
day.

    
“She was like the others. She says she fell in love with me. I could tell it wasn’t me, just idea of being in love that she wanted.  I was foolish to keep our relationship going for as long as it did.” He said shaking his head.

 
“Vivienne, I want to give you your first intimacy lesson.  I would like to lay here and just hold you, if that’s alright.”

    
I stiffen, waiting to see what he is going to do. He takes my hand and leads me to the large bed, pulling down the sheets and helping me in. I watch him crawl in behind me, he situates my back to his front and we spoon. I’ve never spooned with anyone before in my life, yet I feel like I’ve somehow missed it.  He gently strokes his fingers down the side of my face, and down my arm.  His other arm is wrapped tightly around my waist.  This feeling that he gives me is so strange and different. I turn my head towards him and my eyes find his sexy gaze on me. 

   
“What’s wrong?” I ask.

    
“Nothing, I just like holding you and want to watch you fall asleep.” He says pulling me tighter to him.  After lying still for what seems an eternity I close my heavy eyes.  I feel myself drifting off into a dream, but it doesn’t scare me.  I roll over and shift my body, and Daemon moves with me pulling me close to his chest. In the comfort of his arms I sleep peacefully for the rest of the night.

I find a note on his pillow telling me that he has to work.
 
At the start of this, the more he submitted to me, the more pleased I became with myself, confident that it wouldn’t go too far.  Despite my attempts to tell myself daily that I would not fall in love with Daemon, it has happened. I worshipped Daemon’s glorious body, I often daydreamed of what would happen if I did submit and let him have control over me. Would I end up hurt again? I couldn’t bear the thought of losing who I was again at the hand of another man who claimed to love me.

I spent the day cleaning and organizing Daemon’s home, and had to constantly remind myself that this was only a business arrangement. But at the end of the day, Daemon comes through the door with a gorgeous array of roses in his arms.  “These are for you Vivienne. I hope you like them, I’m sorry for not knowing what color you prefer so I bought some of each.”    “They’re beautiful” I say. “No one has ever given me flowers before.”  “Then I am honored to give you your first lesson in romance.”  He says and plants a soft delicate kiss on my lips.  “Why don’t we go to bed and I will give you lesson number two.”   I’m excited for him to give me another lesson.  I pull the crystal vase off the table and place the roses in after I trim them.  They look and smell amazing.  I decide to slip into something a little sexy for him.   “Vivienne.” Daemon’s voice is solemn.  “I have to go, seems my brother is at it again.”  I strip off the lace ensemble and crawl into the big bed hoping it won’t be long before he joins me.

Chapter Eleven

     In the morning I wake up alone in the huge bed, and decide to go search for Daemon, I leave the room in nothing but my panties and camisole. I find him in the massive gym lifting weights, music blaring from tiny speakers mounted high on the walls. I look around the gym and see every exercise machine known to man; I knew he had to seriously work out to keep a body like that.

  
  My gaze lands on the flogger I made for him sitting on the bench.  When he notices me standing there he turns off the music. “How long have you been up?” Daemon asks wiping his face with a towel that was sitting on the bench next to a bottle of water. “Not long, I was alone and came looking for you.  My big muscle man.” I say with a chuckle.

  
“Come over here and say that to me.”  I walk up to him and run my finger down his sweaty chest. “My big…strong…muscle man.”  I feel over his arms and chest, squeezing a different area on his body as I say each word.

     
Suddenly he grabs my wrists and spins me away from him, bending me over and positioning me so that my ass is presented to him as reach down and place my hands on the bench for support. With his foot, he spreads my legs further apart.   I hear a light swish as the strands of the strings and flinch instinctively as they make contact with my ass. The sight of him, along with the heated sting of the flogger, in the mirrored wall whipping me over and over has me dripping.

 
I know Daemon is getting aroused as well when I hear his breathe coming faster.  He sets the flogger down and runs his hand across my ass, stopping to trace over each of the small marks left by the strings.

    “How does it feel?” 
Daemon asks gently.

     “
It feels different. I have a prickling feeling, its warm.” I say not sure what answer to give.

    “T
hat’s not what I’m looking for. Does it feel good or bad?” he asks again watching me in the mirror.

     “
It feels good. My body is tingling all over.”

  
  He stands me up and removes my small cami and now soaked panties, and tells me sit on the bench and masturbate for him. 

   “When was the last time you touched yourself Vivienne?” 
He’s using his authoritative voice.

    “My first night here.” I admit

    “Where?” he asks, his eyes widening in surprise.

  
“In the shower.” My voice is low.

   “What were you thinking about?”

    “I was fantabating about you, how you touched me our first night together. I imagined you sucking on my clit.” I whisper, starting to feel a little over exposed. I am fully open to him and telling him how he has a starring role in my spank bank.

    “Would you like that Vivienne?  Do you want my mouth on you?”
he questions, making me raise my face to meet his eyes.

   
“Yes, please Daemon, more than anything.”  I say the words but can’t believe they are mine. He lies down on the bench beside me with his head away from me, and tells me to lean over him.

    
I do as instructed, teasingly dangling my nipples past his tongue as I continue my way to his mouth. I straddle the bench at his head and slowly lower my center to him only stopping when I feel his hot breath on me. His tongue moves graciously inside me and I slide down more wanting all I can get. Daemon noticing my response tries to move his hands up to my hips to take control, but I push myself forward on his mouth making him submit to my will.  Daemon’s masterful mouth alternates between nibbling and sucking on my clit, as I grab and tug on fists full of his hair. This man is driving me out of mind, but I just can’t let go of my control so I pull up and away from him.

  “The time is coming soon, my dear Vivienne, when I will have your complete surrender.”  I swallow hard.  “What do you have planned for us today?” I ask, giving us a needed subject change.

“I thought we could spend the next three days sailing. I could use the escape.” There is something in his eyes I wonder what is going on.  “Let’s take a nice long shower together before we hit the road.  You may get lucky and get shower sex.”  He
throws me over his shoulder and carries me off to the shower.
 

We gather up enough things for the next few days.  I must admit I’m excited to spend more time sailing with him. 

Chapter Twelve

       Our time together went rather quickly. We went sailing from one island to the next; Daemon shared more stories of his family and growing up.  Finally on our last night, after dinner he brings up my past. 

“Why don’t you ever want to talk about your childhood, or your family?”
he asks.

   
              “There’s nothing to talk about” I reply. What did he expect me to say? ‘
Well Daemon I did have parents, but they died. I bounced around in foster care for a few years until my best friend’s parents took pity on me and invited me to stay with them.

“
Ok, well there has to be something that you can tell me about yourself. Have you ever been married?”

              “No.” I scoff; the idea of it is just absurd.

 
              He gives me half smile, or is that a look of pity? “Are you currently seeing someone?”

 
              “No.”

 
              “Do you have any children?”

              “No.” That question really rocks me to my core.

 
              “Ok, now you ask me” Daemon says

 
              “Ask you what?”

“Anything” he says. I want to shock him and get this game over with so I try and think of something, anything that I think he won’t want to talk about.

 
“What’s your biggest regret?” I blurt out.   He stared at me for a long moment and I begin to think that my plan has worked.

 
“I wish I was a stronger man.” He admits.

  “How do you mean?” 

  
“I’ve spent most of my life being what was expected of me.  I love my family, please don’t get me wrong, it’s just I’ve spent so much time living everyone else’s dreams for me.  I look back and regret not being strong enough to say I wanted to live a different life.”  Wow.

  
“Why haven’t you talked to your family about this? Who are you scared of?” I ask.

  
“I’m not scared of them; I just don’t want to disappoint them.  I am my father’s only son and that alone comes with certain responsibilities.”

  
“Wait,” I say “I thought you had a brother that works with you.”

  
“I do, but Jayson has problems.  He can barely take care of himself let alone take care of the company.  It’s all been left up to me. If I were stronger I would have dealt with him years ago, instead of giving him a weekly paycheck to do nothing” 

  
“How long have they been gone?” I ask and put my hand in his.  “Six years now.” He says with a sigh “There isn’t a moment or day that goes by that I don’t miss them.” I think back to losing my parents. He reaches over and squeezes my hand. “When I’m with you Vivienne I feel like a new man.” He looks into my eyes. “I just feel happy.” I smile.

“
I cannot wait for you to meet my family, Vivienne.”

“
Are you sure that is a good idea.  I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Meeting his family is a big deal.

“
You don’t have to worry about doing anything. Everyone will love you.”  “Of course, you’re bringing me,” I point at myself “A virtual stranger, a woman who you met just weeks ago, to a family gathering.” I say.

   
“You worry too much. Family gatherings are a normal thing here.” He says calmly. “Will you teach me some phrases to say in Greek?” I say to Daemon. We spend time going over useful phrases that I can say to his family, I’m worried about what they may think of me, so I want to try my best to impress them. When we arrive at Daemon’s family home, I was on edge. As we enter the kitchen from the back door, I am overwhelmed. Everyone is so loud, talking over each other and there are kids of all ages running around. Daemon leads me go into the large living room to have a seat and am instantly handed a sleeping infant to hold while the mother chases his sibling.    

   
“Are you ok?” Daemon asked,

  
  “Sure I’m fine”  I lie. Looking down at the angelic face of the baby in my arms melts my heart. Daemon sits on the arm of the sofa. 

   
“I see my sister Nikki has put you to work.”

    “
Yes she ran off to chance this one’s big brother.” I nod my head in the direction they ran off to.

 
“Ah then you have met Loukus as well. This,” he says leaning down to kisses the baby on the forehead, “Is Philippe.” Then rights himself and does the same to me, this display of affection is awkward in front of his family.

    
“What was that for?” I ask in a hushed voice, my cheeks flushed. “I’m just happy that you are here.” He says smiling.

Daemon introduced me to his grandparents and translated
our hellos back and forth for us. I wasn’t able to say nice to meet you the way I had practiced, but you can tell from the look on their faces they were tickled that I tried. I watched his Grandmother grab his face, pulling his tall frame down to her and say something that made him blush. When she releases him, he looks at me and just shakes his head. 

I was about to question what could possibly make Daemon blush, when suddenly I feel two sticky hands wrap around my waist. Loukus has escaped his mother again and has come running to Daemon and I for protection.

     “Let’s g
et you cleaned up.” Daemon says, scooping up the toddler in his arms.  He leads me up the steps to a large bedroom and points to the door that leads to the bathroom. After I emerge from washing my hands and getting what I can of the sticky mess off of my skirt, I see a large king size bed situated in the middle of the room. There are pictures of him and his siblings growing up.  I smile at them, and I think of the only picture I have of me when I was younger.             

“
This is the room I used to sleep in when I came to visit as a child.”  Daemon says entering the room, he must have deposited Loukus with a family member because he is alone, and shuts the door behind him. “This was also was my father’s room before that. Come here I want to show you something.” He takes me into the attached sitting area and shows me a beautiful mural that is painted on the wall, kneeling beside it.

   
“Daemon this is breathtaking” I say, as I watch his hands trace the outlines of the stunning image. “Did you do this?”

   
“Yes, it was a birthday present for my Grandmother.”               

 
“You have such a great talent.” I say

  
“I’ve always been drawn to art.”  He says standing. I follow him back to the pictures where he remains silent.

    “
What’s wrong?” I ask. He glances at me but says nothing. I notice his attention is drawn to one particular photo of two boys, with those grey eyes it has to be a young Daemon but I don’t recognize the other boy.

   
“Is that your brother?” I ask, managing to make the connection. He nods but still remains silent. “Why isn’t he here today? This is supposed to be a family even right?” He finally turns his whole body to me, but he is looking away as if he’s trying to remember something.

   
“I finally did something I should’ve done a long time ago.  I fired him. I told him he needed to get help and I would be willing to pay for his care.” Daemon says with regret. “It’s the hardest thing I ever had to do.  I can’t keep letting him steal from the company. He’s not just stealing from me.  He’s stealing from the family.” He voice rises in anger.

   
“I’m so sorry Daemon.  Hopefully he will decide to get the help that he needs.”  I try to be reassuring, pulling Daemon close to me and hold him. I want to make him feel better the only way I knew how. I start to undo his pants and he grabs my wrists.

“I can’t.” he says to me.
  “It’s fine.  Let me.” I urge, and with soft, tender movements he releases my hands and allows me to pull him out of the abyss. “Let go, Daemon” I reach up on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, and when he does, I know it’s true.  I love him. 

     I spent the remaining part of the evening with Nikki and the boys.  I cradled Philippe in my arms, rocking him gently until he finally fell asleep.  “Come on, let’s dance.” Daemon says and helps me up slowly still keeping the baby asleep.  He brushes the side of Philippe’s cheek and kisses him on the forehead like he did earlier.  With his arms wrapped around mine the three of us gently sway to the music playing.   Nikki sees us after watching for while, comes to take the baby from my arms.  “It’s getting
late; let’s go back to the boat.  It will take us most of the day to get back tomorrow.”  I give him a perplexed look.  “Why don’t we just stay here and start early in the morning.”  He leans in nibbling on my neck, “Because Vivienne, I want you all alone and naked on my boat.”  I say nothing as I feel his bulge start to grow in pants.  “Let’s go get naked.” I whisper back.

Chapter Thirteen

     Daemon is asleep on the couch, neither of us got much rest last night, and he spent the day sailing while I napped in the sun.  I felt so sorry for him when work called.  “It seems like I have to go in to wrap up a few things Jayson didn’t finish before his departure.”  He looks so stressed I wish there was something I could do.  “Do you want company?” 

“No, I should only be a few hours.”  He kisses me gently on the lips and leaves.  I did laundry, cleaned up around the house and thought of something I could do to show Daemon how I felt other than sex.

    
I decide to see if the old saying is true that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Lauren was such a doll, and emailed me a simple recipe from home that I can make for dinner.  I feel domesticated as I pound the chicken breasts with the mallet; I hear a knock at the door and yell "It's open"
from the kitchen thinking Daemon is home early. I turn towards the hall way, wiping my hands on the apron expecting to see Daemon but I see a different but slightly familiar face instead.

Jayson. With those same piercing grey eyes, it has to be him. I can tell from looking at him that he is under the influence of something.

"You did this to me." He yells his eyes bleary and his step faltering. "I didn't do anything to you.” I yell back at him “You did this to yourself, stealing from your own brother.”

“Everything was fine until he brought you here.” He bumps into the table in the knocking over the crystal vase of roses.

"I think I should just take it out of that sweet ass of yours." He threatens, taking a few more staggered steps closer.

"Don't come near me."
I warn him, reaching behind me to grab the mallet.

 
The next sound I hear is bone hitting bone.  Daemon punches Jayson in the jaw causing him to fall backwards onto the kitchen table. Jayson makes a feeble attempt to swing at his brother and misses; Daemon hits him again knocking him to the ground this time. Daemon’s hands and knuckles are covered in blood but at this point I can’t tell whose blood it is, and before Jayson can make a move to get up Daemon is hovering over him hitting him repeatedly. Jayson has blood running from his nose and his mouth and I’m afraid that if he doesn't stop now he will kill him.

"Daemon! Daemon, stop
that’s enough."  I run to him and wrap my arms around his waist to pull him off, but he twists from of my grasp.
 

“Get the fuck out of my house.”  Daemon yells and before he can say anything else,
Jayson jumps up, dazed, and runs out of the house slamming the door behind him. I take a step towards Daemon again reaching for him, but he shakes his head at me. He looks down at his hands and wipes the back of them on his pants, staining them with a mixture of their blood.

 
"I can't be gentle right now." he says keeping his head down.

"It's ok; let me help calm you down." I say pleading with him.

"Come here Vivienne" he says with a ragged breath and I know he is struggling to keep his composure. 

   
I am weary of the look in Daemon's eyes but I know that he will not physically hurt me. I just watched as he turned into a fierce animal, bent on protecting me. I throw myself in his arms and take his mouth. His fingers are rough as they palm and dig into my arms, back and ass; biting through my dress pulling a breast into his mouth.
He turns me forcefully and bends me over the counter. He shoves my dress up around my waist and thrusts himself deep inside of me, and I thank God for my no panties rule. He is no longer patient or gentle, the pain, anger and hurt burns through him like fire. I willingly offer myself to him and let it consume us both. When he comes he collapses on my back, breathing swiftly against the nape of my neck, wrapping his arms around me.  When he pulls out of me, he slides down to the floor. I pull my dress back down and look for a rag to clean up the blood, not wanting to meet his eyes.

  
“Better get cleaned up for dinner.” I say, my back turned to him as I continue cleaning up the last evidence of their fight.