Beg Me (Power Play Series)

by Elliott, Misha

“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 get 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 mu
ral 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.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Daemon protecting me from Jayson earlier this week should have been proof of his feelings for me. I still felt so conflicted inside, I wasn’t ready to end up alone, again.

  I was sure by now that Daemon could sense the change in my behavior this past week; I wasn’t my normal carefree self. I could feel myself losing the grip on my control and giving it over to Daemon and it frightened me more than I was I ready to admit.

  Today he brought me more flowers to replace the ones that were ruined the other day. Instead of saying thank you, I let him feel the words with my kiss. “There’s more.” He continues grinning with his hand behind his back. “I wanted to give you something special. I know it may be too soon for your decision, but I wanted you to have something to wear, to mark you as...” Daemon stops before finishing his sentence.

  I take the velvet box from him and inside is a beautiful oval cut emerald with diamonds surrounding it.

  “This is beautiful. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. Are you sure you want me to have this?”

  “I’ve never been surer of anything else.” He replies softly “Turn around and let me put it on you.” I turn and lift my long hair from my neck. When he lingers, trailing his fingers down my back, after fastening the clasp of the necklace, I know I have to tell him.

  Before I lose my nerve, I spin around quickly and wrap my arms around Daemon. He holds me in his arms gently pressing his lips to mine, sliding his tongue ever so softly across m
y lips, causing them the part slightly. I let out a sigh, and he invades my mouth with his tongue. Holding the back of my head with his hand he continues the onslaught of his mouth against mine. I start to relax in his embrace and took a moment to explore him with my tongue, letting his need set the pace.

  When we finally find our way to the bedroom, never letting go of our embrace, we melt together; our bodies singing as we make unhurried, greedy love.

  Daemon’s body is as exhausted as mine, as we lay together as one breathless and sweaty mess. Then, just as I am about to drip off to sleep, I hear him say it. “I love you Vivienne.” I stay still, trying to keep my breathing steady, saying nothing with my eyes closed praying he will think I was already asleep.

  Chapter Fifteen

  To ease my conscience for not responding to him last night I wake up before Daemon and take the time to run a hot bath for him and lay his clothes out. Nikki was more than happy when I call and asked her to drop off a basket of baked goods.

  “Thank you for doing this for me today.” Daemon says.

  “You’re welcome, I know today is a big day for you.” We hold each other a little longer when we say goodbye. As I start to clean up the kitchen, I hear my cell ring and am puzzled when I see Daemon’s name on the screen.

  “Hi. Did you forget something?” I ask.

  “No, I just wanted to let you know I will be back early tonight.” Daemon says