Beg Me (Power Play Series)

by Elliott, Misha

  “Ok, thanks for letting me know.” I say.

  “Goodbye Vivienne.”

  Throughout the day, I find myself looking at the clock several times, I am so anxious for Daemon to get home. I enjoy being the person he shares his day with; I realize that Daemon and I are so similar because intimacy is the key ingredient that has been missing in our lives.

  “I have a surprise for you.” Daemon says a few hours later as he comes in the door.

  “What is it?” I ask and he hands me a small flat box. Like the one a tie would come in. I look up at him looking for a clue but he remains silent. Curiosity finally gets the better of me and I open the box quickly, confused when hold its contents up in my hand.

  “A blindfold? You want me to blindfold you?” I ask with a small smile hoping I am right, but knowing I am not.

  “Try again.” He says and smacks my ass hard.

  “You want to blindfold me?” He smiles and nods.

  “I think we need to talk, about this.” I say replacing the blindfold in the box and setting it aside “Why a blindfold?” I question.

  “Why not?” Daemon asks in reply and adds, “What are you afraid of?”

  “Nothing, I’m not afraid of anything.” I say quickly without thinking.

  “Ok then, prove it. Go to the bedroom and undress, put it on and wait for me to come to you” That’s easy enough. I grab up the box again and make my way towards the hallway.

  “Uh, not so fast. I have one more thing” he holds up a second box that reads Japanese Silk Strings.

  “What are you going to do with those?” I asked “Vivienne you don’t think you are the only one with a fantasy or two, now do you?” he says teasingly. I have never been the type of woman that backed down from a challenge and I sure as hell wasn’t about to start now, and the blindfold I could do easily but the thought of being tied down and unable to move makes me nervous.

  “You may use the bathroom now, or if you need to do anything else, but after that you will be a little…indisposed.” He smiles. In the bathroom I use this opportunity to have a heart to heart talk with my reflection in the mirror. After all I have been through; I can do this I tell myself. When I come out of the bathroom, I stand at the edge of the bed and slowly put the blindfold on and wait.

  Never in all by life have I done anything like this. Not even in all the craziness with John and Mark. My heart feels like it will beat out of my chest as he starts with my feet, saving my arms for last. He ties the strings around my ankles and when he pulls them tight, my body stiffens. I can’t let him see my apprehension; at least with the blindfold he can’t see me squeezing my eyes shut trying to remain calm.

  When he is finished I try to move and find my arms and legs secured. I hear him moving about the room but he says nothing and I could swear I hear the door shut. A few minutes later I was certain of my guess that Daemon was out of the room when I heard familiar sounds outside but couldn’t make them out. It seems like hours have passed when I finally feel the weight of the bed shift signaling his return. He sits in silence, and I wonder what he is doing.

  Finally he speaks, “You seem nervous, almost scared, are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Yes.” I said, knowing that things between Daemon and I were about to change. I recognized the sound of glass bumping together. My mind searches for what he could be doing. He says nothing as a warm ridged object is inserted in my center. I inhale a deep breath, but since I am unable to move I have no choice left but to just feel. When I start to adapt to the feeling it is gone, and a new sensation comes over me. It is cold and I gasp when it enters me. As he moves it in and out of me I can feel my muscles grabbing onto the ridges and bumps. I lay there motionless, feeling as if all my strength is being sucked out of me. I lose count of the orgasms, and when he is finally done he removes the blindfold, pulls the covers over me and I fall into a deep sleep.

  I wake up needing to use the bathroom but when I attempt to sit up I realized I still tied to the headboard.

  “Daemon” I say quietly, trying to rouse him from his slumber, he looks so damn sexy when he sleeps. “Can you get this off?”

  “Oh Baby, I’m so sorry.” He says sleepily “Did I forget to untie you last night?”

  “No Daemon I thought it would fun to tie myself up back up before you woke up.”

  “Oh what a smart mouth you have. Perhaps I may have to put something in it.” He says playfully.

  “Hmm, as good as that does sound, if you don’t untie me I’m going to need to buy you a new mattress.”

  “As wet as it got last night, I’d say I already need to buy a new one.” He winks and, after untying the strings, informs me he is going downstairs to make breakfast. In the bathroom I make an emergency call to Cheri, “I think I love him.” Is all I say when she picks up. I expect a response but all I hear on her end is a long sigh.

  “Aren’t you going to say anything?” I ask her.

  “I’m not sure what you want me to say, who are you and what have you done with my Vivienne.”

  “Very funny. Seriously though, can I be honest with you?” “Of course” she insists.

  “I never worry about anything; I just live in the moment with him but now that I have crossed that line I don’t know what to do. What if he hurts me, I don’t think I can face him.” I blurt out.

  “Where is he now?” Cheri says with a yawn.

  “Downstairs making us breakfast.” I answer.

  “A man that is willing to make you breakfast the morning after is serious. What did he say when you told him you love him?” Cheri asks.

  “Nothing”

  “What do you mean nothing?” she says accusingly.

  “He said nothing because I didn’t say it.”

  Cherri lets out an exasperated breath, “Viv I love you, but its time you grow up. Tell him everything or say goodbye, make up your mind.” And with that she hangs up.

  That’s so unfair. I turn on the shower and let the warm water calm me. I start to daydream and I blissfully recall all of the events of the previous night.

  I’m happy to have a few minutes alone with my thoughts. I turn to let the water pulse against my back and rinse the remaining shampoo out my hair when the glass door opens. In walks a very naked Daemon, he starts planting kisses on my neck, working his way down my collarbone to my breast. My nipples immediately became hard and pucker up. He takes one breast in each of hands and squeezes them.

  “Mine” is all he says. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations that are raging through my body as his thumbs flick my sensitive nipples. I open my mouth to let out a sigh and he grabs the back of my head and crushes his mouth to mine. He releases me and I dig my fingers down his back and plant them on his ass. I seize this opportunity to drop to my knees; I kiss all over his smooth skin and slowly lick off each wet bead as they appear.

  “Stop, please Vivienne stop.” Despite his pleas I continue my assault on his hard length until he climaxes. “That is not how I saw this going down in my head.” Daemon says to me.

  I grin up at him. “You snooze, you lose. Besides, where is my breakfast?” He pulls me up into his arms and tickles me as water sprays over our bodies.

  “I love your laugh.” Daemon says. I look away, why am I suddenly embarrassed?

  “I happen to like your smile too.” I say playfully and bite his chin.

  “I take it you aren’t used to compliments.” Daemon notices. “It just so happens that plan to spend today complimenting you in bed.” He says turning off the shower and drags our dripping bodies back to bed.

  Later that afternoon at Daemon’s request, I drive to his office to help with some computer work he needs done. It is truly convenient for him that I own an IT company and have many resources at my disposal, but what is supposed to take me two hours, turns into 5, and I am deep in concentration when the door to Daemon’s office opens.

  “Oh, I’m sorry I was looking for Daemon.” A stunning blonde says and walks into the off
ice. “I’m Simmone; I don’t think we have met. You are?”

  “Hi, I’m Vivienne” I reply, not really knowing what else to say.

  “OH! So you are Vivienne.” She says with wide eyes. I instantly don’t like her.

  “I wondered how long it would be until Daemon showed you off.” She says with a smirk. “How much longer will you be in visiting?”

  I stop to think of our arrangement and I don’t know what I should say to this woman, I’m not sure who all knows of Daemon’s lifestyle and I feel a need to protect him.

  “It’s up in the air right now. Daemon and I haven’t discussed it.” I reply, trying to be dismissive.

  “Oh, you're so cute. You really think Daemon is in love with you.” Simmone says with a giggle and covers her mouth with her hand. "Let me tell you from experience, every woman who has had sex with Daemon falls for him. It’s like a sick mind fuck for him. He pulls you in, makes you feel special and then you find out you were nothing but the flavor of the month. He’s such a hypocrite. He punishes Jayson for being a junkie, but he is one too. For the first thirty days he feeds off all of the passion and emotions that come from being with someone new. It’s his crack.”

  I am momentarily stunned silent, everything she has said hits a little too close to home but I will not let this bitch get to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I say to her standing from the desk and meeting her stare.

  “Let me show you something.” Simmone says and walks to Daemon’s desk, pulling out his bottom drawer and inside is a single framed picture. It’s of her, wearing nothing but an emerald necklace. My heart clinches and I reach my hand down and touch the gift that Daemon gave me days before.

  “Between us girls, let me give you some advice.” Simmone pauses dramatically before continuing. “Be smart, put in your time, take the money and run.” Without saying anything more, she turns and glides out of the office.

  I sit looking at the picture, unsure of what I should do next but before I have a chance to decide Daemon is standing in the door way of his office.

  “Vivienne are you alright?” he asked, concerned. He must have noticed my expression and makes his way to me.

  “So, I guess it’s true.” I say and hand the photo to him.

  “Where did you get this?” He barks angrily.

  “Why does it matter Daemon? It’s her isn’t it? Simmone is the one.” I say accusingly.

  “Yes, for a time we had a relationship.” Daemon says without hesitation. “But it is over now Vivienne.”

  “Don’t lie to me Daemon.” I yell, unable to control my voice. “Was all this just a game to you?” I demand.

  “You want honesty; I’m giving it to you. I wanted nothing more than a physical connection. That is why I first thought we would be a good match.” Daemon explains. The truth hurts so much that I start to cry.

  “I am sorry if that is not what you want to hear, but that’s the truth.” I feel my cheeks getting damp as more tears flow from my eyes.

  “Just tell me why. Why would you make someone fall in love with you?”

  “Because I could.” He confesses.

  At his admission, my heart starts racing. I feel my head spinning, as memories are flashing through my mind. I have felt like this before. Panic sets in and I cannot breathe. Daemon reaches for me and I move away. I can’t stop the tears from falling from my eyes, but I can stop him from touching me.

  “She told me I was stupid for believing you were in love with me. She said that is what you’re good at. Damn it! I have been hurt all my life. I always find a way to patch myself back up and keep going, but you, Daemon, have just shattered me.” Now I am sobbing.

  “Vivienne, please, I need you to...” he starts but I cut him off mid sentence. “What Daemon? What do you need me for? I’m sure you can go through your list of previous companions for company.” I say, throwing my hand in the direction Simmone left in.

  “She is nothing Vivienne, she means nothing to me, and she never did. Yes, there may have been gifts to others, but they were nothing like yours, I didn’t take them out to dinner, introduce them to my family, or welcome them into my home. You are special, but if you want to taint the memories we have made that's up to you.” He pleads with me.

  “I should have told you that it was Simmone, instead of you finding out this way. I know you're unsure if you can ever trust me again.” Daemon continues and reaches for me.

  "It's not that Daemon. It’s just that I don’t know if I even want to." I turn and walk away. I still hear him calling for me as I walk out the door, but I don't even look back.

  I feel so heart sick from the argument with Daemon that when my phone rings and I look down surprised that I want it to be him calling.

  “Hello, Vivienne, this is Nikki.”

  “Yes, how are you and the boys?” I say being polite.

  “I heard what happened today.” She says quietly “I want you to know it’s my fault.” Her fault? How can any of this possibly be her fault? “Daemon asked for my help but I forgot to pick up your gift from the jewelers, I called the office and Simmone offered to pick it up for him. She planned the whole thing”

  “I don’t understand why she would do something like that.” I say “She doesn’t even know me.”

  Nikki sighs deeply before she speaks, “You make Daemon complete. Part of him was lost after our parents died. Nothing made him come alive again until he was with you.”

  I don’t know what to think, my head and my heart and at war and it’s making me dizzy. A noise from outside draws my attention back to the conversation. “Daemon is pulling in” I say softly, “I need to go.”

  “Alright, you and I are going to see the sunrise in the morning. I think you could use some time away.” Nikki suggests

  “Sounds like a plan. Thanks again.” I say and hang up.

  “Let’s go out for dinner tonight.” Daemon says when he finds me in the bedroom. I nod my head sadly without looking at his face. We ride on the back of his bike to an old French restaurant. “I remembered you said you love French food.” Daemon says reaching for my hand and helping me from the bike and I can see he is trying to make up for this afternoon.

  After our food has arrived my mood starts to lift, “Daemon, this is such a great surprise. Thank you.” I say with a small smile.

  “Here try this.” Daemon says and feeds me from his plate.

  “Mmm, this is amazing.” I say, licking my lips.

  “Vivienne, I plan on you remembering this night forever.” Daemon says to me. As the night goes on, Daemon can’t seem to stop touching me or kissing me, he is making me feel special, and I try and enjoy it. We finish our meals and as we are getting back on the bike he says, “Let’s go home and light a fire.” I smile up at him in response.

  “You lay right there, I’ll be right back.” Daemon says hurrying off. Soon he comes back with an easel, canvas and paints. “I want to paint you Vivienne. You are so beautiful.” He says runs a hand down my face. I am propped up on pillows in front of the fire in a provocative pose. After what seems like hours of watching him work, he turns the canvas towards me and I start to cry. It is absolutely beautiful; I couldn’t have imagined that anyone could ever see me like he does.

  “Kiss me Daemon, please.” He dives for me and we sit kissing and touching in front of the fireplace like new lovers.

  He stops only long enough to whisper into my ear, “Tu es tellement humide"” OMG! He is speaking to me in French.

  “What did you say?” I ask

  He brings his lips to my ear, “You’re so wet” he replies huskily, “I love how wet you get for me, always so ready.”

  He slowly slips inside me, filling me completely. When my body stops trembling he curls me into his chest and spoons me for the rest of the night.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I awaken in the early morning and can feel Daemon’s erection pressing against my bottom. I make small deliberate movements with my hips, enough to wake
up Daemon and stir him to action and he rips the covers off of us.

  “Bend your knees” Daemon growls, as he lowers himself to align with my core. I obey as he slides his tongue up the fold of my pussy then he inserts two fingers. He pushed them in and out and then he quickly pushes them into my anus.

  “Aah! What was that?!” I exclaim, my back arching off the bed.

  “Oh you like that do you?” he asks withdrawing his hand, teasing me. “Do you want more?”

  “Yes Daemon! Please, I need more.” I beg.

  He replaces his fingers deep inside of me several more times until I finally beg him to stop. “Please Daemon I need a break I can’t take anymore.” I say in a whiny voice.

  “Your body can take it, it was made for this, and it was made for me.” He says climbing up my humming body and flipping me over, before thrusting into my backside hard. I felt a sharp twinge of pain and then after a moment I felt like I was going to explode from the inside out. I begin screeching and screaming like a banshee. My breath hitches as Daemon reaches down to rub my clit. I meet his rhythm and push back against him; I become crazed grabbing the sheets and pillows on the bed. I am on the edge of a huge orgasm, and when it arrives my entire body shakes taking him over the edge with me.

  I lay there in the sexual haze of it feeling so satisfied and at the same time different. Giving myself completely to him made me feel euphoric and happy.

  Four in the morning comes too soon; I wake with the alarm blaring. I walk half asleep into the bathroom and find Daemon there.

  “You are up kind of early” he said.

  “I could say the same about you.” Pointing out his morning wood, and looking at him hungrily.

  “You keep looking at me like that I will be.” Daemon replied and I start to laugh. “I’m sorry about earlier, I guess I surprised us both. It felt so good once I was there I didn’t want to stop." he said.

  "You’re joking right? How could I mind you putting me in total orgasm bliss?!” He laughed at my remark, I love seeing those lips when he smiles. That dimple in his chin, his beautiful eyes.