Beg Me (Power Play Series) Page 2

  “No, it’s cool. I’m totally down for this.”

  “Good, then shut up and get over here.” I say to him and point in the area of my pussy. “It ain’t gonna fuck itself.”

  When he finally sits back down on the bed, I decide to take matters into my own hands.

  “Lay back.” I say roughly.

  I grab the condom from the stand and rip it open with my teeth. His chest rises and falls quickly as I sheath his cock with the condom and straddle his thighs. Finally I slowly begin to lower myself down onto him.

  As he fills me, I begin to grind eagerly on top of him, the excitement of the moment takes over and I feel the first orgasm rip inside me.

  “Touch me.” I say between panted breathes.

  I grab his rough, warm hands and place them over my painfully erect nipples. As he cups a breast in each hand, he begins to roll his thumbs over the tight buds.

  “Bite them.” I growl.

  He leans up to take one nipple between his teeth, and pulls.

  “Yes, it feels so good.” I moan as I feel the second orgasm come and I can feel the muscles in my walls pulse as they squeeze on his cock hungrily. I see the desire building in his eyes as I look down at him through half closed lids. I throw my head back and let it take me over; I rock back and forth harder using my hands to propel me. Beads of sweat dot his chest, his jaw sets and his mouth opens as sounds of pleasure escape from it. I feel his cock twitch inside me, and loud moan escapes him as he finds his release.

  Yes, this is another sexual battle I have won.

  “Wow” he says panting and grinning beneath me. “That was so hot. You are a BAD girl aren’t you?” he growls as he slaps my ass.

  “You have no idea” I say as I dismount from him and lay on my stomach.

  “Give me thirty to regroup and I’ll rock your world again.”

  I lay there in silence staring at the wall; I know there will be no repeat performance. I am temporarily satisfied, but still longing for something. Something more than sex, but I know it won’t be with him. He rolls to his side and starts stroking my face and arm, as if he were petting an animal at the zoo. His touch irritates me, and I pull away from his reach to the other side of the bed.

  “You better get cleaned up.” I say, never meeting his eyes, as I get up from the bed turn on the bathroom light. “I have fresh towels in the cabinet”

  By the time he returns from the shower, I am dressed and have already begun stripping the sheets from the bed.

  “I need to throw these in the washer. I’ll have your money downstairs.”

  I bundle the sheets in my arms and the smell of fresh sex on my sheets guilts me, I regret my decision to bed the mover. I throw the items in and start the washer.

  At the sight of him coming down the steps, I regret having him in my loft, in my bed all over again. I grab the money from the table in the foyer.

  “Thank you so much for your help today.” I smile and hand him his fee. He takes it and puts in his pocket.

  “Well, you have my number. Maybe we can get together and do this again sometime.” He says lowering his face, trying to get me to look at him. I hate this part. I hear voices and look behind me to where Cheri and Lauren are in the kitchen pretending to be occupied with something on the counter.

  “Um sure, this was fun, but I’ve got a really crazy schedule.” I lie.

  He leans in and we share an awkward kiss goodbye. I watch him walk back to his truck as I close the door and lock it. I hear Cheri’s voice first.

  “I hope she doesn’t plan on banging every guy in the tri-state area, there won’t be a single man left for us.” She says mockingly “And I don’t know about you Lauren, but I don’t want to play pass the penis with Viv.”

  “Maybe we just need an intervention.” Lauren says softly and puts her hand on my arm. “I don’t know what is worse, seeing you in the pain from what happened or watching you turn yourself into the Nympho of the North”

  How dare she bring that up! I glare at her in warning, and she knows she has gone too far.

  “I’m sorry Viv. I’m not trying to hurt you, I love you…we both love you.” Lauren quickly says, taking a step back.

  Now I’m angry, I feel so filled with hate. My past starts to play back in my head like a movie.

  “For what you get from these guys that you see,” Lauren continues and makes air quotes at the word see. “It’s like you’re just letting them use you.”

  I am so not in the mood for their comments or judgments right now.

  “Ignoring your pain isn’t going to make it go away.” She does it again. I am so disgusted with her using those fucking air quotes when she talks to me. I lose it. “Since when do you get to be so damn condescending to me?” I say angrily.

  “I don’t know what you mean.” Lauren replies, with a shocked look.

  “YOU!” I say as I take a step closer and poke her in the chest, “and those fucking air quotes that you make. Just come out and say what’s on your mind. Oh wait, that’s right, standing up for yourself isn’t your style, Mouse.” I retort using her childhood nickname as an insult.

  “Viv, stop it.” Cheri says. “I don’t want us to fight.”

  But I am ready for a fight; I need to get rid of the rage that has set up shop in my chest.

  “Oh, no. You wanted an intervention, let’s have it”, I yell.

  “How dare you be so quick to judge me? You always judge me. I think you need to quit being jealous of me and stop trying to control my life. Go live your own. Don’t forget, I know your secrets too, and you are both just as fucked up as I am” I blurt out without thinking.

  I know that I have hurt them, but that’s just how it is when you yourself are hurting. You hurt those that are closest to you, the ones you love.

  Chapter Two

  “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.” I say softly as I extend my arms out in hopes of a group hug.

  Lauren doesn’t even acknowledge me. I watch as she grabs her purse and walks out the back door, and I start to feel that familiar pain in my chest.

  “Geezus Viv! If there is going to be all this drama, we may need to rethink this whole living arrangement. You are not the only one hurting you know, Lauren has been going through a lot lately.” Cheri says scolding me.

  “I didn’t know, she didn’t say anything to me.” I reply defensively.

  We usually tell each other everything; I wonder why I don’t know what’s going on.

  “Well maybe you would know if you took your head out of your ass long enough to be aware of what’s happening with everyone else.” The emotional bitch slap I received from Cheri was deserved.

  “What was that about anyway?” Cheri asked, pointing upstairs and referring to the quickie with the mover, and I really don’t want to talk about it.

  “It’s nothing” I say turning away.

  “Don’t forget Viv, we know you too. If you don’t talk to us, we can’t help. Tell us how to help you.”

  “If I knew how to fix myself don’t you think I would’ve done it already? I’m not hurting anyone.” Except me, I think to myself.

  Cheri walks over and grabs my shoulders and shakes me.

  “We won’t stand by and let anyone hurt you Viv, not even you. That’s what friends are for.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about, besides I have boxes to unpack.” I say.

  I go back upstairs to my loft. The door to my large walk in closet is open, and I peek inside to see the boxes marked with blue X’s stacked neatly in the corner. I stand there staring for a few moments before shutting the door.

  I gasp as I feel a sharp pain like someone has just ripped my beating heart from my chest. I feel a veil of despair and anger start to fill me and I need something to drive it out. I need more than meds or alcohol to ease this deep pain. I need the carnal pleasure of sex to make me forget; and from the way I’m feeling now I would say I need lots of it.

  I look at the boxes in the room trying to find a pla
ce to start. I turn around surprised to see Cheri and Lauren outside the doorway.

  “We came to see if you need help unpacking…and to apologize.” Cheri says looking anywhere but at me.

  “I shouldn’t have hit you with the cheap shots.” Lauren adds.

  “It was wrong for me to judge you. We both promise to be here to support you. Can you ever forgive us for being stupid?”

  “You’re forgiven.” I say with a smile as I bring my friends in close for a hug.

  “I guess I am jealous.” Cheri mumbles as she grabs a box and opens it. “I haven’t gotten laid in so long. I don’t know if I remember how it works with something that doesn’t run on batteries.” She continues, and then we all start laughing, it feels good to laugh with them.

  “Well I’m going to head out later and you are welcome to come with.” I mention as we finish unpacking the last box.

  We have no secrets; they know where ‘out’ is.

  “Club Xcape?! That’s so gross to me.” Cheri says and makes a face like she’s just tasted something sour.

  “I don’t think I want to spend my evening with a bunch of perverts” Lauren quickly adds.

  “No offense Viv.” Her hands are up, showing surrender.

  “None taken.” I shrug.

  When I notice the sky getting dark, I look at the time and see that I need to start getting ready.

  “Thanks for the help guys, I love you.” I say to my two best friends.

  “We love you too Viv.” Cheri and Lauren both say simultaneously.

  “I’ll be out late, so I’ll just see you guys in the morning.”

  “Ok, be safe Viv.” Lauren says and walks out the door.

  What to wear, what to wear. I search my closet for something to put on and nothing catches my eye. I come to the conclusion a shopping trip in order before heading to the club.

  On South Street, I see a lot of college age girls going into a new shop on the corner, so I make my way in that direction to take a look. In the window, a black leather outfit catches my eye; I go inside to try it on.

  In the store I browse around for a few other things to take with me to the dressing room, I hate the ordeal of getting naked to try on just one thing. I pick several other sexy dresses and make my way to the changing room. Everything looks and fits great; I save the leather outfit for last. The shirt, if you can call it that has a solitary studded button in the middle holding it together and the bottom flares out at the ends showing off my belly button. The pants are form fitting and give the illusion of being painted on my body. I walk out in the hall to the three way mirror for a 360 view. Yes, I will be taking this one too. I put the red halter style dress I tried on first back on, the seam lands mere inches below my ass. I put my nude peep toe pumps on and head back to the three way mirror for a look. I turn looking at myself from every angle, and I like how my ass looks as if it’s been lifted to new heights in this dress. This is definitely the right outfit for tonight. After I pay the owner, she takes the tag off so I can wear the dress out of the shop. I throw all the rest of my bags in my trunk and head to the club.

  My heart starts to race as I make the final turn. I love this place; I feel at home and accepted here. It almost felt like I was having trouble breathing as I walked through the door. Inside the air sat heavy and had muskiness to it. I supposed this was from all the sweat that was dripping from the bodies crammed to the middle of the dance floor underneath the lights. Unsure yet if I want to just watch or partake, I make my way to the bar.

  My inner circle at the club consists of some amazing people. They range from Doctors, and Lawyers, to Congressmen, and Teachers, everyone has their own dirty little secrets they try to hide from the rest of the world. In here, in this place, everyone is able to remove the masks that they wear day in and day out. Here they are free, able to let their hair down and be exactly who they want to be.

  While I waited, I surveyed my surroundings and use the mirror behind the bar to scope out the crowd. Friday nights were always exciting, as they brought a lot of first timers to the club. I look at everyone talking and mingling about. As I am scanning the crowd I notice a man who seems to be watching me in the mirror. He has perfect man shoulders, beautiful dark hair and piercing grey eyes. I don’t know him, and wonder if he’s a new guest or here with a member. I look up and catch his eye again; it’s almost as if he’s trying to see right into my soul. The heat from his stare rises up my face and warms me as if it’s his hands on me. If I keep staring at him he’s going to notice me watching, but I just can’t stop. I think part of me wants him to see.

  I am brought back to reality when the bartender returns with my drink.

  “Here you are honey.” She says, pushing the drink towards me. “Do you want me to start a tab for you?”

  “Sure.” I say, reaching in my purse to pull out the black card and hand it to her. My face turns towards an unfamiliar voice to my left.

  “Put anything she wants on my tab.” Grey eyes says and places his hand over mine, stopping me from handing the bartender my card. I instantly feel jolts of electricity running through my body, my nipples perk up. There is something about his touch that seems familiar to me.

  “Thank you for the offer.” I say, and am proud that my voice doesn’t give away the storm raging in my lower belly. “But it would be wrong for me to let you buy me a drink when I’m here with someone else.”

  The bartender taps the bar top in front of me and I look down to notice his hand still covering mine, then at both of us.

  “Doesn’t matter to me who pays, but I need $6.50” she says impatiently.

  “Put it on my tab.” The man says again with more authority and the woman nods her head.

  “Yes Sir” she says and walks away.

  “You going to drink that?” he asks tilting his head in the direction of my drink.

  “Yes, thank you.” I respond politely and take a small sip.

  “You are welcome.” His eyes are still fixed on me.

  I can feel sweat starting to trickle down my back, this stranger is causing me to become unnerved. Who is he and why am I having such a strong reaction to him?

  “So, can I get your name?” His voice is deep, bouncing around inside my chest, and has the slightest accent…a very sexy combination.

  I raise the glass to my lips to drink so that I don’t have to answer him right away. “It’s the least you could do after ruining a perfectly fine suit the other day at the airport.” I almost choke as I realize why he seemed familiar. My salvation comes as I hear someone calling my name from behind.

  “Hey Viv, Vivienne!” comes a familiar voice, I turn to see who it is.

  That’s just perfect I think to myself with an inner eye roll, now mystery man has my name.

  “Well, Good Evening Viv. Don’t you look good enough to eat?” the voice says as he approaches.

  “Thank you Dr. Martin.” I say with a tip of my head.

  “Viv, how many times have I told you, call me Charles.”

  “I know Charles, but it’s one of my dirty little fantasies that I can’t quite get out of my head.” I say to him with a devious smile.

  I cock my head to the side and watch him as I cross and uncross my legs slowly, just enough to give him a peep.

  “Are you here to play?” he asks, watching me.

  I take another sip of my drink.

  “Just watching for now” I turn my head and look around the club; I can still feel the stranger’s eyes on me.

  “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” Dr. Martin says before leaving. Yes, I know exactly where I can find Dr. Charles Martin this Friday night and every Friday night for that matter, he will be in the torture room in the back. Apparently, his fantasy involves being tied up, whipped and humiliated by women.

  “So, which is it?” The stranger questions coming up close behind me. I feel a slight chill down my neck and goose bumps form on my skin as breath blows across my bare shoulders. I suddenly wish
I had worn my hair down.

  “Excuse me?” I turn my body and narrow my eyes at him.

  “Let’s see. You told me you were with someone, but you told the good doctor you were just watching for now. So which is it?” he asks again, raising he eyebrows as if he’s caught me in a lie. Now that we are face to face, it feels even more like he is searching for something in my eyes. I don’t know which upsets me more, his aggressiveness or the fact that I am turned on by it.

  “Well, if you must know. I am meeting friends here, I just happen to be early. So I guess both. I am watching for their arrival.” I say trying to fain impatience. “Is there anything else?” I ask harshly as I slap my hand impatiently on the bar. He seems amused by my reaction, and instead of answering me he takes my hand and kisses it on my still stinging palm.

  “See you soon Vivienne.” The stranger says quietly, leaning into my ear, then turns and walks away.

  I exhale loudly as I watch his back disappear in the mass of bodies. I finish my drink just in time to see two of my favorite regulars coming in, Mark and John. I feel instantly revived when they make their way towards me; I always have a good time with them.

  “Hey, Viv! Don’t you look smokin’.” John says.

  Mark takes my hand pulling me off my stool. He raises me arm and spins me around quickly watching the flare of my dress.

  “What are you doing?” I squeal.

  “Making sure you don’t have any panties on.” I laugh out loud at his statement, its common knowledge that I don’t wear panties. EVER.

  “You guys want to get a room and play?” I say to John running my hands up and down his large chest. I make a show of this, somehow knowing that the stranger is still keeping his eyes on me.

  “I’ll go reserve the Voyeur room.” Mark answers with a grin on his face.

  The Voyeur room is the most popular room in the club. It has a king size bed, and all the walls are made of glass. You are literally on display for whoever wants to watch. It doesn’t bother me as I like to watch from time to time as well, it’s like watching porn, but obviously better. The room is usually hard to reserve, especially on short notice. I guess you could say it’s helpful that John and Mark are not just my favorite members, they are also the owners.