Control (14 page)

A
wicked smile came over his lips and he leaned down again to trail kisses down
my jaw line and neck.  He slightly nipped at the sensitive skin behind my
ear and my head fell back as a soft moan escaped my lips.  My body arched
up into his and he growled at the pressure and heat between us.  His hands
moved down the sides of my body and when he reached my thighs, I lifted my legs
to wrap around him.  Our passion began to build and hasten when his mouth
found mine again.  I ran my hands up his chest and over his broad
shoulders and my fingers clenched and grasped the material of his shirt.

Daemon
shifted his position and pressed himself between my legs and my body rocked
against him seeking more contact.  My hands moved from his shoulders and I
grabbed at the bottom of his shirt.  I began to lift his shirt to gain
contact with his skin but he reached down to stop me and pulled away from the
kiss.  “Not here, Damsel, not like this.”  I groaned louder and threw
my arm over my eyes while I tried to calm my body.

I could
feel and hear Daemon’s heavy breathing as he stood up and took my hand.  I
looked up into his face to find that his eyes had darkened and his gaze once
again reminded me of a predator stalking its prey.  He pulled on my hand
to lift me from the couch and placed his hand on the small of my back as he led
me towards his bedroom.

My mind
started racing as he led me down the hallway and I suddenly remembered what he
had said to me last night at Tomb.  As he pulled me into his room, my hand
broke free of his and I backed away from him slightly.  I nervously looked
around the room, trying to see if I had somehow missed seeing canes, whips,
riding crops, or other types of objects that could be used to control a person
as he warned he would do to me in this very room.

Daemon cocked
an eyebrow at me and a lopsided smile appeared on his face.  “Looking for
anything in particular?”

I
finished my inspection of the room and after not finding what I assumed could
be lying around, I answered, “I was just thinking about what you said to me at
Tomb.”

Daemon
let out a humorless laugh before he said, “Okay.  You’re going to have to
help me out here, Damsel, I’m not sure to what you are referring.”

I
looked him straight in the eyes and held his stare.  He really did appear
to be confused.  “Last night, in the storage room at Tomb.  You told
me if you got me in your bedroom, you would control me.”

His
head dropped but then he looked up and took a step towards me to reach over and
take my hands into his.  He pulled me towards him and brought my hands up
to his mouth to place a kiss on each one.  “So what exactly is it that you
are looking for around my room?”

“Whips,
chains, canes, other torture devices; I don’t know, just things you would use
to control someone.”

Daemon
appeared to be stifling a grin. “Paige, I believe I also told you last night
that I don’t need those things to do what I intend to do to you.  You have
the wrong idea about what I was saying.”

“So
explain.”  I glared up at him in challenge.

A hint
of aggravation flitted through his gaze before he grabbed me by both shoulders
and pushed me over to his bed.  The momentum from his actions sent me
flying back onto the mattress looking back up as he lowered himself down and
crawled over me.  My eyes couldn’t help but watch the way his muscles
flexed as he moved up my body.  He was almost feline in his movements,
only adding to his appearance as a predator. When we were finally face to face,
he put his hands on the mattress on either side of my head as he spoke in a
sinful, deep timbre tone.

“You
are the most frustrating woman I have ever known.  From the minute I first
met you, you have done nothing but argue, fight against me and push me
away.  But at the same time, your skin and your body crave and react to my
touch. And I have to tell you, Damsel, I’ve never been more intrigued and more
turned on than when I hear those sassy little words of yours spill out of those
lips and then see those exquisite bumps run up your arms when I come near
you.”  He reached over and traced the crease of my mouth with his finger
and his gaze became heated. 

His
crystal blue eyes burned into mine as he said, “I have no bigger desire than to
break that persistent stubborn streak in you, right here and right now.”

His voice
dripped with sin and dark pleasures and the sound of it was causing an
involuntary dampness to develop between my legs.  Regardless of my body’s
reaction to him, my brain wouldn’t give up the fight.

“So,
what?  You want to break me? Tame me like some wild horse?”  I
laughed. “Where’s your riding ring? I must have missed that when you gave me
the tour of your place earlier.”

The
look in his eyes became primal at my words and I shivered under the intensity
of his stare.

“Oh my
sweet, little damsel, you’re in it at this very second.”

I
opened my mouth to retort when he covered my lips with his hand.  His grin
turned mischievous and I knew I was being cornered.

“You
can keep talking, but you’ll only make me more determined to break you down
completely.  You are so fucking arousing when you’re angry and
stubborn.”  His mouth formed that arrogant grin that reflected an air of
authority.

He
removed his hand and replaced it with the slowest and most seductive kiss I
think I have ever experienced in my life.  His tongue teased at my mouth
and every time I tempted him to enter, he pulled away, only to begin
again.  His hands ran up the sides of my body and his thumbs brushed the
sides of my breasts.  I arched up into him instantly and he lowered his body
to press against mine.   I could feel his excitement through his
jeans and I trembled in anticipation of his next move.  I was completely
confused by the influence he had over me.  I wanted to fight against him,
but something deep within me wanted nothing more than to give him everything he
wanted, exactly as he wanted
it.        

He
pushed himself back up above me and I groaned at the loss of his touch. 
Smiling a triumphant grin, he stood up to move around the bed.  I
continued to watch as he approached me and leaned down to whisper in my
ear. 

“Stay.”

His
large form stood up and I was motionless as he walked around the room and
lowered the lights.  The only illumination left in the room was the fire
sconces which bathed us in dancing shadows.  He walked into a room that I
assumed was the bathroom and emerged holding a scarf of some sort in his
hands.  I tensed slightly trying to determine what he was doing.

I
pushed myself up into a sitting position with my legs hanging over the edge of
the bed.  Daemon kneeled down in front of me and used his hands to part my
legs.  He moved forward so that he was kneeling between my legs and his
expression turned serious when he looked in my eyes.  “I’ve decided to
teach you what you get with being stubborn.  But, I’m going to blindfold
you while I do so and I want you to sit in the middle of this bed when I’m done
doing that.”  He turned slightly to motion over to a small device that sat
in the corner of his room.  “That is a white noise machine.  I use it
to sleep normally but I’m going to turn it on during this.  Every sound,
smell and sensation I want you to experience will be from me.  There will
be no outside distractions during our time together.  Do you think you can
handle that?”

I
nodded that I could, but my nervousness prevented me from saying it out
loud.  He smiled sweetly at me again.  “I promise you, Beautiful,
there will be no pain, no force, and I won’t do anything to you unless you ask
me to.  Since I’m allowing you to be in control, you have to direct me,
understand?”

“What
do you mean?”

“I mean
you need to tell me what to do.  If you want me to kiss you or touch you
or even come near you, you have to tell me. 
You
are in control
this time, understand?” I nodded and he smiled and placed the blindfold over my
eyes before he tied it behind my head.  He must have sprayed some cologne
on the soft cloth because I was suddenly overtaken by the scent of him.  I
could tell that he stood up then and I felt his hands on my shoulders, gently
guiding me to the middle of the bed.  I sat with my legs folded underneath
me, resting my bottom on my feet.  I heard him walk across the floor and a
soft click sounded, followed by a noise that reminded me of static from a
television.

The
sound was light at first but as I sat there with my senses handicapped, my
hearing became hypersensitive and soon, the static was the only sound I could
hear.  I waited for Daemon to do something,
anything
, but nothing
happened and I wondered if he had left the room.

“Daemon?”

I
jumped when he suddenly whispered in my ear. “I’m right here, Damsel. 
Tell me what you want me to do.”  He softly chuckled as he played his
game, but I could barely hear him over the noise.

I had
no idea what I was doing at this moment.  I felt defenseless without being
able to see him or hear him and it was unnerving how that slight sprinkling of
fear also caused a raw yearning for his touch.  My body squirmed where it
sat and my mind fought to form even the simplest of thought. 

“Okay,
kiss me.”  That probably sounded lame, but this was the first time I’ve
done anything like this.  The bed moved as Daemon’s weight pressed down
into the mattress.  I could tell he was in front of me.  A feather
light kiss was placed on my lips but he pulled away.  I reached out in
search of him to pull him in for more.  My hands only met with air and I
instinctually turned my head to look for him before remembering that the
blindfold was preventing my sight.

“Why
did you stop?” I asked in the direction of where I assumed Daemon would
be.  The only thing I could hear was the white noise but when Daemon spoke
again it seemed to break through the noise that was consuming me.

“You
told me to kiss you, so I did.  If you want more, you need to tell me what
you want. You were stubborn enough to fight me for control Paige, and so I gave
it to you. Tell me what you want me to do.”  His voice was like smooth
silk as he spoke to me and the only thing I sensed at the moment was
Daemon.  My mind was disoriented and my body was raging with need.

I
decided to be more descriptive, thinking it would move things along.  I
wasn’t good at instructing people what to do, especially sexually.  I
preferred to let whoever I was with take over so that I could lose myself in
what they were doing to me.  “Kiss me deeper.”  I felt him move
towards me again and his mouth slowly moved against mine.  His tongue
sought entrance and I opened for him.  Our tongues tasted each other and I
reached out again to pull him to me which caused him to pull back. The only
part of him touching me was his mouth and my body was frustrated, wanting more
contact with him.  He pulled away again and I began to protest.

“Tell
me what you want me to do, Damsel.”  I could tell he had moved some
distance away from me by the sound of his voice.  This was so
frustrating.  I was surrounded by him, my senses were overtaken by him and
I didn’t want to have to tell him what to do.  I just wanted him to take
over.

“I want
you to take over.  I can’t do this, Daemon.  I don’t know what to
say.”

“Tell
me what you want me to do, Damsel.”

This
man was driving me out of my mind.  Sitting there blind and essentially
deaf while knowing he was near me was making me crazy.  My body was aching
for his touch and I spoke softly as I said, “Take control, Daemon.”

He was
quiet for a moment before responding. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” 
I paused and then added, “Please.”

I sat
and waited to see what he would do.  When there was nothing for what felt
like forever, I became impatient and began to fidget where I sat.  I felt
him run a finger down the back of my neck. 

“Stop
moving, Damsel.”  My body stilled and all I could feel was the trail his
finger was making as it moved from my neck and down my back before finally
stopping between my shoulder blades.  Every nerve ending that his touch
traversed came alive and chills ran through me.  I’d never been so in tune
with someone else’s touch as I was at this moment.

His
finger began to trace along the outer rim of my ear and chills ran through me
again.  I started to fidget again and his finger was replaced with his
mouth.  Heat from his body and his breath caressed me as he whispered in
my ear.  “Be still my sweet damsel, give me time to worship every part of
you.  If you move again, I’ll stop and we’ll start from the beginning.” 
A groan escaped me and I heard him softly chuckle at my response.

The
mattress rose and fell as he moved around me and I tried to sense where he was
positioned.  His touch could come from anywhere, at any time, and my
entire body tingled with need.  Electric sparks erupted from my nerves and
the anticipation had my heart racing.  My breathing was labored and I was
acutely aware of how my chest moved in and out with the force of my
breath.  My skin had become so sensitive that I could tell when air moved
against me and just as I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer his mouth
started trailing kisses down the path his finger had previously traveled. 
I cried out from the shock of it but I held myself still so he wouldn’t stop
and begin again.

When his
lips reached the top of my shirt, he pulled slowly on the zipper in the back
and continued kissing along my spine as the fabric parted. The cool air of the
room mixing with his warm breath on my newly exposed skin was a jarring
sensation.  My head started to fall back as he placed the final kiss on
the small of my back.  My arms held my shirt in place as he moved around
the bed.  His lips met mine again as he gently took my arms to move them
and pull my shirt off me.  I now sat in my strapless bra and jeans and the
skin that had previously been covered by my shirt hummed with the cool air
brushing against it.  I could feel the tips of my breasts tighten under
the material of my bra as I imagined his eyes taking me in.

“I’m
going to guide your hands to my shirt, Damsel.  I want you to lift it off
of me when I do.  Understand?”

I
nodded to indicate that I did and he took both my hands from my lap and pulled
them to where he was sitting.  He placed my hands on the hem of his shirt
and moved them along his washboard abs, pulling the shirt up with our combined
hands.  I wanted to touch his skin, to feel the smooth, soft skin
stretched taut across his muscular form, but he hadn’t directed me to do
so.  His hands released mine and I continued to lift his shirt until it
was free from his body.  He took the shirt from me and tossed it aside.

Daemon
started running his finger from my collar bone down and then across as he
traced the swell of my breasts.  His finger ran down my side slowly and
then traced along my ribs before finally running a straight line down to the
top of my jeans.

“Lie
down, Damsel.”

There
was no argument left in me.  I didn’t want him to stop and I think that I
would have done anything in that moment to make sure he kept going.  I
shifted my body so I could pull my legs out from under me. My leg muscles
burned as I stretched them out from having been bent for so long. I went to lay
backwards and his hand held the back of my head as he guided me to a
pillow.  His finger trailed down, between my breasts, and stopped again at
the top of my jeans.  He ran both of his hands down my legs and removed my
boots and socks. 

“Spread
those amazingly long legs for me, Damsel.”  His hands ran back up my legs
and when he reached my thighs he moved to kneel between them.  His lips
brushed against my stomach and my body arched up slightly seeking his warm
mouth again. 

“No
moving, Damsel.”  He paused to see if I would still and after a few
moments, I felt the button on my jeans pulled up.  The button released and
the material returned to my skin, looser than before.  He slowly pulled
down the zipper and I felt the material lift as he moved it down.  His
fingers scraped against my skin as he pulled my jeans off my hips, down my legs
and then off my feet.

He left
me lying there without his touch for minutes.  My skin was buzzing again,
anticipating where he would go next and what he would do when he got
there.  I felt his hands run along the sides of my bra and he lifted my
back from the bed as he unclasped the hook.  He pulled my bra off and the
tips of my breasts instantly hardened when met with the cool air of the room.

“You
have the most beautiful body, Paige.  So sleek and tight.  And your
skin is absolutely flawless.”

His hand
cupped my breast and his warm mouth took in the tip.  I gasped at the
sensation and my body arched as my hands gripped the sheets on the bed. 
He pulled away again softly laughed.

“What
have I told you about moving?  Although, I will admit, I do
adore
watching you squirm.”  He returned his mouth to my breast and his tongue
swirled around the taut peak. His lips closed around it as he lightly sucked it
into his mouth.  He cupped the other breast and placed his mouth on it to
do what he had done before.  My chest was rising and falling quickly as my
heart raced underneath. The bed moved as he stood up and I protested until he
placed a finger on my mouth to silence me.

He
climbed back on the bed and moved between my legs.  He stayed like that
without touching me for a few seconds and then he slid one finger along the
center of my core.

“Oh,
Damsel, you are so ready.  I can feel how wet you are through the cloth of
your panties.”

His
smooth voice slid past me and I was starting to lose control.  I felt him
move over me and his voice whispered in my ear. “If I take you now damsel, I
don’t want another man touching you.  I’m claiming you as mine if you’ll
let me, but you need to let me know if you want that.  I can stop here, or
I can keep going.  Just know that if I take you, I’ll own you and no other
man can have you.”  He kissed along my face till he reached my mouth
before he leaned up and said, “Tell me what you want me to do, Damsel.”

I
didn’t even have to think about what I wanted.  “Keep going, Daemon. I
want you to keep going.”

He
growled as I said that and he removed my panties from my body so that I was
completely exposed to him.  He pushed my legs farther apart and ran his
hand along the inside of one as he kissed along the inside of the other. 
When his mouth met my core I bucked against him.  The warmth of his mouth
on me unraveled me and when his tongue met the bundle of nerves my head fell
back and my chest arched upwards.  He continued to suck as he placed one
finger inside me and then moved it in and out to the rhythm of his mouth. 
My legs began to tremble and my hands released the bed to grasp his hair. 
His pace sped up and soon he was using two fingers.  He pulled them apart
as he moved them in and out of me and I felt an explosion building within
me.  He lapped at me with his tongue as he continued to move his fingers
in and out, picking up speed as time passed.  My body felt like it was
splitting apart with the tension that was building inside of me.  I was
about to burst when he removed his mouth and said, “Let go, Damsel.  Show
me what I’m doing to you.

A
scream erupted from me as the muscles of my core began contracting over and
over.  My body trembled with the force of my release and waves of pleasure
rolled through me, one after the other.  I saw bursts of light behind my
eyelids and my breathing held momentarily while my release peaked.  
I started to float back down and while aftershocks shot through me, I felt him
kiss my stomach and then each breast.  He pulled the blindfold off me and
I blinked my eyes to adjust to the dim light in the room.  Daemon was
above me and my breath caught at the sight of him.  Shadows danced across
his smooth skin and every muscle in his body was toned and defined.  I
reached out with my hands and ran them down his chest and across the ridges of
his stomach.  His body was magnificent and I was engrossed by his beauty.

His
eyes smiled along with his mouth as he looked into my eyes. “When I make you
mine, I want you looking at me.”  He kissed me lightly on the forehead and
removed his boxers before settling back between my legs.  My legs parted
farther as I opened myself for him.  His gaze heated and he positioned
himself at my opening.  “Are you sure you want this, Paige?  Once I
take you, there is no going back.”

I still
couldn’t speak after the release he just gave me and I nodded in response.

He
rolled slightly to the side to pull a condom out a drawer on a side
table.  He ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled the condom
over his hard length.  His eyes seared into me as he held my hips and
slowly pushed himself inside me.  My body arched as he filled me and my
head rolled back into the pillow.

“Oh my
sweet damsel, you fit around me perfectly.”

He
gently pulled my head back forward and then his mouth crashed into mine. 
His lips moved against mine and his tongue invaded my mouth when his body
started moving in a slow steady rhythm against me.  I rocked into him,
wanting him to go deeper, and he grabbed my legs to wrap them around his waist. 
His pace sped up and I could feel the tightening in my stomach again.  We
moved with each other in perfect harmony.  The explosion within me started
to ignite and I moaned into his mouth as he moved within me.  My body
started to tremble and buck as sensations flooded me.   I couldn’t
hold it any longer and I screamed his name as my release exploded out of
me.   My muscles gripped around him and I could feel how hard he was
as he slid back and forth against the contractions of my core.  His body
tensed and he pushed inside deeper and roared with his release.

We
stayed in that position staring at each other as our bodies calmed down and our
chests moved with the force of our breathing.  He kissed me again and my
body relaxed into the bed.  I had never come apart as fully as I just did
with Daemon and my body felt sated while my thoughts were jumbled.

After a
few minutes, my body calmed and I wondered why Daemon was so concerned about
scaring me off with that encounter.  If the extent of his control was a
blindfold and sensory deprivation then I had no problem giving that to
him.  My mind ran through a million questions, but the only thing I could
ask was, “So, that was it?”

Daemon
looked at me with an amused grin. “Again, Damsel, you are going to need to help
me out with what you are thinking.”

“The
control thing.  That was it?  A blindfold and some noise?  I
don’t understand why you were so concerned.”

Daemon’s
gaze became heated and a wicked grin broke out on his face.  “Oh my sweet
Paige.  That was just the beginning. I took it easy on you for the first
time because I need you to trust me completely, to give yourself to me
completely.  In answer to your question; no, that wasn’t it.  We can
refer to that as ‘control’ lite.”

Daemon
rolled to the side to remove his weight from me and he went to the bathroom to
clean up.  I was lazy and sated when he returned to the bed and curled
around me with his arms wrapped around me from behind.  His voice had
dropped an octave and was husky when he whispered, “I can promise you, the next
time I take you, you’ll know what
control
means.”  A million ideas
started running through my head at what he told me, but I was too tired to
focus and I decided to let it go for the moment. As we lay together, my eyelids
became heavy and I drifted off to sleep.

~

A
finger traced a pattern along my left shoulder as my eyes fluttered open and I
woke up in Daemon’s bed.  My muscles were languid and I didn’t have the
strength to move, much less roll over to look. I was able to mutter hello to
alert him to the fact that I was awake.  He was silent as he continued the
same pattern along my shoulder and it occurred to me that he was tracing his
finger along the outline of my dragonfly necklace tattoo.

His
voice was quiet as he asked me, “Why do you have this?”

I lay
in the same position for a moment before finally finding the strength to roll
over and look up into his eyes.  He looked far away, like he had a lot on
his mind.

“It’s a
necklace my parents gave me on my sixth birthday.  Something tragic happened
that day and I gave the necklace away as a reminder of a promise. I described
it to Alex about a year ago and he drew it out for me.  His drawing looked
exactly how I remembered the necklace, so I asked him to tattoo it on my
shoulder.”

“The
necklace was important to you?”  His voice was soft as he asked me. 

I
shrugged. “I thought it was the most beautiful thing ever given to me. 
But it wasn’t the necklace that was important.  Just what it represents, I
guess.”

“And
what does it represent?”

“A lost
love.”