Beg Me (Power Play Series) Page 3

  As I am lead into the room and I can see the stranger standing on the other side of the glass wall, his gaze is fixed on me and his eyes throws me off center. I watch as he makes himself comfortable on the couch, and take notice as he ignores the various women trying to get his attention. He doesn’t look at them, only me. I have no idea what is happening to me. I look at him through the glass and I have to remind myself to breathe in and out.

  Chapter Three

  “Let’s have some fun tonight” John says as Mark reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a blindfold.

  The grey eyes of the stranger are the last things I see before the room goes dark. I am pulled by my hand to the edge of the bed and I feel my dress being lifted up over my head, a shudder runs down my spine as I stand there naked in the dark. I hear sounds: the clinking of belt buckles, pants rustling as they are being kicked off, and a condom wrapper being ripped. Instead of concentrating on the sensations of what I am about to do, I think of him…the man on the other side of the glass watching us. I don’t know why, but the thought of him watching me adds to my arousal.

  “Come here” John commands as he pulls me forward and leads me over to the bed.

  I crawl across it on my hands and knees then lay down. My head gently falls off the edge where my face is level with John’s taught abs when he leans over me. His soft warm hands massage my breasts and pull at my tight buds. He takes my nipple in his mouth and I am hungry for his cock in mine.

  My hands reach and search above my head blindly feeling for it. When I feel it in my grasp I tilt my head back even further so I can get it all into my mouth. I can taste the precum that has started to drip from him like delicious nectar. I want more, and begin to suck harder. I move my hands up and feel his rigid chest getting damp from sweat.

  A second pair of hands starts massaging their way up my thighs, and I part my legs instinctively. I feel a jolt as his hands are soon replaced by his wet lips and strong tongue. As Mark sucks on my clit, he slips his fingers slowly in and out of me. I go wild and I moan loudly. The vibrations from my mouth wrapped around John’s cock causes him to twitch and move.

  “Aah that’s right baby. You’re the best at that.” John says through clenched teeth as I suck on him with reckless abandon.

  “I’m going to fuck you so good” I hear Mark say against my sex.

  My body arches up instinctively, reaching and wanting to be filled by him. The stranger’s eyes flash across my thoughts and I hope he is still watching, seeing how much I enjoy this.

  I hear the throaty growl as John thrusts in and out of my mouth and I know he is about to cum. After a few rough strokes, he is spilling into my mouth and down my throat. I take everything he gives greedily. I am so wet right now; I want to have the rest of me filled. “Mark where are you?” I reach out in the darkness to feel for him. He takes my arms lifting me up from the bed. He spins me around forcing my palms to bed as he rocks into me. I thrust back against him meeting each of his hard thrusts; yes this is exactly what I needed. My orgasms temporarily quiet the torment inside me, bringing me peace. I feel the movement of his muscles as he finds his release. When his body calms, he pulls out of my mouth and directs me to my knees. In the dark, I hear movement in front of me, and the smell of foreign cologne hangs in the air.

  I get on my knees and hold my position as Mark enters me and starts pounding me from behind. With each thrust he puts his full length in me and I cry out. My screams of pleasure unhinge Mark and he joins me in climax.

  Suddenly light blinds me as my blindfold is removed, and John and Mark are gone. As my eyes adjust, I see the stranger before me stoned face. He’s standing at the edge of the bed towering over me. I move to sit up and notice the large erection that is begging to be freed from his pants. I watch as he slowly removes his clothes, one item at a time, his eyes never leaving mine.

  Although I have just cum, my body already wants more. I feel the pulsation inside me as I grow damp again. He steps towards me, glancing down at my throbbing core as if sensing the need in me. I feel nerves tighten in my belly as I reach down and touch his cock.

  “Do you want to cum?” he asks me. I say nothing, just look at him.

  He leans forward and trails one finger between my breasts until he reaches my neatly shaven sex, then he dips a finger into my warm mound. I begin to move back and forth against his finger, as he inserts another. I place my hands on his shoulders to brace myself. Just as I am about to have my release he withdraws his fingers from me and places them in his mouth. I am panting as I watch him suck my juices off of his fingers.

  “You taste good.” He says with a small smile “When you cum, I want you to look me at me. Do not close your eyes.”

  I cock my head at his request, confused.

  “I want you to beg me to let you cum.”

  I jerk from him in shock at his demand. I do not beg anyone for anything. Ever.

  I narrow my eyes and shake my head at him in defiance. “No” I say firmly.

  He rams two fingers back inside of me, causing me to go weak. I grab onto his wrists to hold his fingers inside me.

  “Look at me.” I obey my eyes wide with pleasure and maybe a little fear. “Beg me to let you cum.” I see the challenge in his eyes, but still not willing to let him win this battle and give up control, I pull away from him.

  “I think we’re done here.” I manage to say as I try and compose myself. I grab my dress off the floor and quickly throw it on; I want to get out of here as quickly as I can. I search for my shoes and look up to see him standing in front of me, dangling them from his index finger. Embarrassment starts to take over as I glance around the glass walls and see numerous sets of eyes watching our exchange.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” The stranger says to me in a stern voice that made me nervous. I reach out for the shoes, but get pulled closer to him instead. I feel myself start to panic and I can hear my heart beating in my ears.

  He lowers his head and brings his lips close to mine. He slowly traces my lips with his tongue, following their shape before he crushes his mouth on mine. I forget about my shoes. I reach up and grab fists of hair, as I moan into his mouth. There is an instant passion that ignites between us, that I am unable to control and it unnerves me.

  I close my eyes, letting myself enjoy the sensations building in my core as our mouths continue to greedily feed off one another. He pushes his fingers back into me, taking me close to the edge. Overcome by need and want, I open my mouth to plead with him.

  “Please” I whimper.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, please fuck me and make me cum.” I watch as he rolls a condom down his impressive length. I start to feel a mixture of panic and excitement as I look at all of him; there is no way that he is going to fit inside me. I lean back further on the bed and brace myself.

  He grabs my ass, lifting me up, and slides me down achingly slow onto his cock. I clench my teeth as I feel myself being stretched by his girth. I wrap my legs and arms around him tightly.

  He grabs me tightly under my knees and begins to pump himself in and out of me. I am overwrought with new sensations; I am being fucked like never before in my life. I can tell I am starting to lose this battle.

  I somehow managed to keep my eyes open and on him as the orgasm ripped through my core. I don’t think that he came, I’m not sure as I was overwhelmed by this entire situation, but I see the condom is empty as he removes it and disposed of it in the trash can by the bed.

  What kind of game this is? Why didn’t he come? I’ve never had a man not reach climax with me before, is there something wrong with me?

  He let me go and I slowly start to back away. There was something in the intensity of his steely grey eyes that I was unable to resist. I felt so aroused from the feel of his lips; it seems I’ve forgotten the intimacy of a kiss. This is not what sex is about for me. I pull the red dress off of the floor and slide it over my body as I head for the door. I walk out
on uneasy feet as I look for place to go to collect myself. I feel and hand on my arm and I know that it is him. He leads me down the hall to an unoccupied room. This room is serene and peaceful; it is set up like an island retreat. I make my way over to the bed and have a seat. The sound of the waterfall is relaxing and helps me to slow my breath as I stare at him.

  “Vivienne…” he begins, “My name is Daemon. I apologize for earlier.” I hear him talking to me but I haven’t yet recovered from the fire that he lit within me, so I remain quiet and focused on his eyes as he speaks.

  “I came here to offer you an opportunity. I would like for you to be my companion.”

  Is he for real? This isn’t a brothel.

  “I think you have the wrong girl.” I say, as his grey eyes go dark with desire as he lets them drift from my face, and down my body. “Our chance encounters have got me to thinking maybe this could be more; we seem to fit together quite well.” He reaches out to touch my hand and I pull it away.

  “I only ask that you to give it 30 days. I’m willing to compensate you for your time if you later decide it isn’t working, unless you’re afraid to be with me.” I am afraid of no one. How dare he try to trick me into doing this.

  Chapter Four

  “Let me get this straight, you want me to be your paid whore for the next month.” I throw at him with venom dripping from my words.

  “Vivienne, I said companion.” He replied sternly “Now, there will be rules that you will need to follow. If you are able to obey them, I am sure you will find our arrangement mutually beneficial.” Daemon continued.

  He is watching me with a sly smile. I’ve always been addicted to the thrill from sex, in the short time since we met this man has given me more than I knew possible.

  “If I were to accept your proposal how would this work?” He has piqued my interest. “I travel a lot between my home in Greece and the states, and I am simply looking for a companion for the next month.” Daemon replies.

  “Greece!? Are you kidding me?” I exclaim before I have a chance to stop myself.

  “I am very serious. I will take care of all of your expenses and, as I said, at the end of the thirty days if you do not find our arrangement beneficial you will generously be compensated.” Daemon explains.

  Something is wrong with this picture.

  “So, you just happen to be here on business, meet me and ask me to go to Greece with you?” I say to Daemon sarcastically

  “I understand how this must look Vivienne.” Daemon says as he grasps my hand gently in his.

  “John and Mark have mutual friends; we have conducted business together for a long time. If you have any concerns about me please talk to them. When I saw you with them I was dying to know if you would have the same natural reaction to me.” Daemon says.

  “What is it that you would want me to do as a companion? I need a straight answer.”

  “Labels are so restrictive; I prefer not to use them.” Daemon begins to explain. “You would have professional duties that you would perform at my home, at my place of business and on my off time. Be someone that would be sexually compatible with me.”

  And there you have it.

  “You want me to be your submissive slave?” I ask, shocked.

  “As I said I do not believe in labels, they can come with so many negative connotations. I want an open minded woman who can be responsive and obedient to me sexually.” Daemon says, choosing his words carefully.

  “I refuse to be anyone’s lap dog, forced to beg and call you master.” I retort angrily.

  “See. That is why I refrain from the use of labels. This isn’t about degrading the sexual experience between us. It’s about creating a situation that allows you sexual freedom, to push your limits and grow. I also want someone I could form a relationship with”

  “You’re like the character in the book that forces all sorts of kinky things on the girl, and punishes her when she doesn’t listen?” I say with a nervous laugh.

  Daemon looks at me and laughs.

  “My dear Vivienne. Yes there is a play of power involved in this, as there is any relationship. Boss and an employee, a mother with her child even a husband and wife. Someone leads and someone follows. As far as punishing someone harshly into doing something they are dead set against is abuse in my book. It will not happen with me.” He pauses for a moment before continuing.

  “Let me ask you Vivienne, when I withheld you from orgasm until you followed my rules, how did you feel?” Embarrassed I think to myself, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of a reply.

  “Without much coercion you complied with my wishes. How did that orgasm feel to you?”

  “It was unlike any I had before.” I hate to admit

  “Do you know why?”

  I shake my head no.

  “Because you embraced your submissive side, and it felt rewarding for you. I am asking you to spend time traveling with me and see how compatible we are.”

  “I need to think about it.” I say to Daemon.

  Looking down at his watch, Daemon tells me that his flight leaves later this morning and mine is scheduled for the afternoon. He hands me a card with his name and number on it.

  “If you decide to come with me, call this number and my driver will pick you up and take you to the airport. I will have all the arrangements made.” He turns and walks out of the room and out of the club.

  I see John and Mark and decide to approach them for answers. “So who is Mr. Big Cock?” I say sarcastically.

  “Well Vivienne he’s a good friend of the family. And we’re working on some new business projects.” Mark starts.

  “He just asked me to be his travel companion for the next month. Don’t tell me he goes through companions like he does underwear.” I say to them

  “He’s a really good guy. You two actually have a lot in common.” He says trying to assure me. John and Mark are the only ones outside of Cheri and Lauren that know about my past.

  “Just go for it Viv what have you got to lose? I know for a fact you’re in between projects right now. A change would be good for you” John says reaching out to rub his hand down my arm. “I’ll think about it.” Is all I say and I wave goodbye.

  On the drive home, all I can think about is my meeting with Daemon, and his offer. I feel this strange nervous feeling inside me and sadly realize that I haven’t felt that way in so long. As crazy as it sounds to go off with a stranger for the next month, I think I am ready. I quickly decide to make the call before going in and losing my nerve. I get more and more anxious with each ring and I stiffen when a deep and very masculine voice answers on the other end.

  “Hello, is this Daemon?”

  “It is.” He says huskily.

  “This is Viv from the club?” I roll my eyes at myself; do I think he’s forgotten who I am?

  “Yes, Vivienne have you reached a decision?” He must know I have, I mean why else would I be calling him.

  “I’ll go. But if I change my mind at any time I’m still free to go?” I ask to confirm.

  “You are always free to go. You will have a return ticket that you can use at any time.” He says “Pack light, I will arrange for all your needs once you arrive.”

  “Alright, I’ll do it.” I say quietly.

  “What am I supposed to tell my friends?” I ask out loud. More to myself than to him, but he answers.

  “Tell them the truth. Friends from the club arranged for you to be a travel companion in Greece for the next 30 days.”

  We hang up and I sit staring at my phone. Greece. I am going to Greece for the next thirty days. I wonder if this is how an arranged marriage feels. In ten minutes I’m home.

  The lights are still on inside the house, good; I need to have a chat with my friends.

  Chapter Five

  “You’re going where!?” Cheri exclaimed loudly.

  “There is just something about him that makes me feel like this will be a good thing. Besides, it’s not like he’s
a stranger. John and Mark are good friends with him; I know they wouldn’t put me in harm’s way.” I explain, getting defensive.

  “A month is a long time, what if you change your mind the first week?” Lauren asks from where she is seated on the couch.

  “I can end this at anytime and I will be compensated for the time I’m spent.” I say, reassuring myself as much as her.

  “Tell us why you want to go. Is it just about the money?” Cheri asks concerned.

  “No, it’s about finally being able to feel something different sexually. When I was with him not only did sex feel different, I felt different about myself.” All of a sudden I am exhausted, should I have to defend myself to them? The look at me for what seems like forever and then turn to look at each other.

  “If you are sure this is what you want, we support you.” Cheri says. Lauren nods in agreement and scoops us up in a group hug.

  “Please be safe” she whispers into my hair.

  “I will, I promise. And thanks guys, for everything. Guess I better go pack” I say and head up to the loft.

  The next morning, I am starting to feel good about my decision. My bags are almost packed and I as I run down my checklist, and realize my passport is nowhere to be found. For the next half hour Lauren and I rummage through boxes trying to locate it “Hey Viv, what are these boxes marked with a blue x? Do you think it could be in one of those?” she says, moving to tear the tape off the top of the nearest box.

  “NO! Don’t touch those.” I yell franticly, running to the doorway of the closet.

  “Geez Viv don’t bite my head off I’m just trying to…” she trails off and looks from the boxes into my scared, wide eyes. “Is that what I think it is?”

  “I just…have fragile things in there that I am not prepared to go through” I say ushering her out of the room “Why don’t you make us some coffee and I’ll keep searching for the passport.”