Free Beg Me (Power Play Series) by Misha Elliott

edge of the tub while Daemon stands in front of me.  I know he must be nervous, but this would be so much easier if he were erect. I start to rub the gel on his shaft and it turns to white foam. There it is, he’s now hard, staring me in the face. I want to open my mouth and suck relentlessly on him.  I hold the tip and start shaving him in downward motion.  He starts to move, and I have reminded him again to be very still. I warm a washcloth to wipe the remaining gel off to reveal a smooth hair free shaft.
    “So much better.” I say as I start to inspect his sack. “You are not putting that near my balls. I draw the line at that.” He puts his hand down covering his balls like a cup.  “I plan on shaving everything. This is such a turn on for me.” I say and coat his balls with foam. I warn him again to hold very still unless he wants a razor cut on his balls.  I don’t know why I mention it, but I tell him how surprised I am that he is letting me do this. 
    “It ’s just hair; it will always grow back.” he says. “Plus, how can I say no to you.” The combination of shaving him bare and his voice saying those words has caused me a slight issue. I am so aroused and I am certain there is no way he can miss the reaction my body is having to him and I silently thank God when he jumps into the shower to clean up.
                      He wraps a towel around his waist after he steps out after a quick rinse and watches me brush my teeth. I can feel his smile on me, as the song from the toothbrush blares all around us.  Even after I am done, it continues to play. I think about the bad romance Daemon and I could have together and it makes me smile.
    “ Vivienne, I want to ask you something.”  Daemon says with a serious look. “Sure.” I say, and wonder what is on his mind. After getting dressed for bed, I am walking around the house and have just turned off the last light in the living room.
        “ Have you always been the way you are?”  I can tell he’s carefully choosing his words.
      “I’m not sure what you mean?” I say and heading down the hall after I am satisfied that all the doors are locked. Old habits die hard I guess.
       “ 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