Free Beg Me (Power Play Series) by Misha Elliott Page B

this, the more he submitted to me, the more pleased I became with myself, confident that it wouldn’t go too far.  Despite my attempts to tell myself daily that I would not fall in love with Daemon, it has happened. I worshipped Daemon’s glorious body, I often daydreamed of what would happen if I did submit and let him have control over me. Would I end up hurt again? I couldn’t bear the thought of losing who I was again at the hand of another man who claimed to love me.
    I spent the day cleaning and organizing Daemon’s home, and had to constantly remind myself that this was only a business arrangement. But at the end of the day, Daemon comes through the door with a gorgeous array of roses in his arms.  “These are for you Vivienne. I hope you like them, I’m sorry for not knowing what color you prefer so I bought some of each.”    “They’re beautiful” I say. “No one has ever given me flowers before.”  “Then I am honored to give you your first lesson in romance.”  He says and plants a soft delicate kiss on my lips.  “Why don’t we go to bed and I will give you lesson number two.”   I’m excited for him to give me another lesson.  I pull the crystal vase off the table and place the roses in after I trim them.  They look and smell amazing.  I decide to slip into something a little sexy for him.   “Vivienne.” Daemon’s voice is solemn.  “I have to go, seems my brother is at it again.”  I strip off the lace ensemble and crawl into the big bed hoping it won’t be long before he joins me.
    Chapter Eleven
     
         In the morning I wake up alone in the huge bed, and decide to go search for Daemon, I leave the room in nothing but my panties and camisole. I find him in the massive gym lifting weights, music blaring from tiny speakers mounted high on the walls. I look around the gym and see every exercise machine known to man; I knew he had to seriously work out to keep a body like that.
         My gaze lands on the flogger I made for him sitting on the bench.  When he notices me standing there he turns off the music. “How long have you been up?” Daemon asks wiping his face with a towel that was sitting on the bench next to a bottle of water. “Not long, I was alone and came looking for you.  My big muscle man.” I say with a chuckle.
       “Come over here and say that to me.”  I walk up to him and run my finger down his sweaty chest. “My big…strong…muscle man.”  I feel over his arms and chest, squeezing a different area on his body as I say each word.
          Suddenly he grabs my wrists and spins me away from him, bending me over and positioning me so that my ass is presented to him as reach down and place my hands on the bench for support. With his foot, he spreads my legs further apart.   I hear a light swish as the strands of the strings and flinch instinctively as they make contact with my ass. The sight of him, along with the heated sting of the flogger, in the mirrored wall whipping me over and over has me dripping.
      I know Daemon is getting aroused as well when I hear his breathe coming faster.  He sets the flogger down and runs his hand across my ass, stopping to trace over each of the small marks left by the strings.
        “How does it feel?”  Daemon asks gently.
         “ It feels different. I have a prickling feeling, its warm.” I say not sure what answer to give.
        “T hat’s not what I’m looking for. Does it feel good or bad?” he asks again watching me in the mirror.
         “ 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