Control (18 page)

Without
a word, he carried me to the storage room, placed me down and performed his usual
routine of locking and barricading the door.  I stood perfectly still as
his eyes raked over my body.  His gaze was hooded and traveled slow before
meeting my eyes.  He stood there silently staring at me for a few moments
before he finally spoke.  His voice was deep and husky and it ran through
me as he said, “Can I ask why you are here this evening dressed as a
prostitute?”

My eyes
dropped to look down at myself and I sighed when I remembered what I looked
like.  What the hell was I supposed to say to him,
I’m disguised so you
don’t catch me spying on you
?  Somehow I didn’t see that working out
too well so I said nothing.  Of course, it didn’t really matter what I
said because once I was able to give Daemon his bike back, this thing between
him and I would be over.

“What
does it matter, Daemon?  You were obviously busy, so why don’t you just
let me go so you can return your attention to the brunette woman?”  I
looked up into his eyes and could tell that he was enjoying this little
exhibition of mine by the slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.  When
he couldn’t contain it any longer a sideways grin broke out on his face and one
dimple came along with it.  I held his stare while he processed his
thoughts and became impatient as I waited for him to move away from the door.

Daemon
chuckled.  The bastard chuckled!  His reaction pissed me off and I
started marching forward to move him out of the way.  The only problem was
that I had forgotten that alcohol and stilts didn’t go together well and I took
a step only to promptly land on my ass.  I dropped my head into my hands,
sighed loudly and then began the process of removing myself from the
floor.  Before I could accomplish lifting myself, two massive hands
gripped around my arms and pulled me up.  I looked up to a searing glare
in Daemon’s eyes.  The expression on his face could only mean two things;
either he was about to kill me, or…well, okay, there was only one thing. 
He was about to kill me.

He held
onto my arms and moved me backwards until my back was firmly planted against a
wall.  His eyes never left mine as we crossed the room and he continued to
stare at me after placing me there.  His grip was forceful, but not enough
to hurt.  I didn’t bother fighting because there was no way I would
overpower Daemon.  My heart was racing as his body was barely touching
mine.  The heat between us was stifling and his scent was washing against
me.  One of his hands released my arm and came up around the front of my
neck.  I swallowed hard as I panicked.  His grip around my neck
wasn’t chocking me, but he gently pressed the tops of his fingers into the back
of my jaw to keep my head in place.  He moved slowly as he placed his
forehead against mine, never once breaking eye contact. His head didn’t move as
his lips reached out and lightly brushed against mine. I remembered the
Brunette waiting outside of this room for him and I struggled to turn my head
away from him.  His eyes crinkled from his smile and I knew he was
enjoying my inability to move.  My breathing was labored and my chest
would rub against his every time I inhaled.

I
closed my eyes to break his stare and he rubbed the tip of his nose down my
cheek to just past my jawline and placed a kiss on the sensitive spot of my
neck.  His mouth was warm and his lips slightly parted on my skin. 
Chills ran through me and those traitorous bumps raced across my arm. His grip
on my other arm released so that it could rub my skin’s reaction to him.

“Oh, my
sweet damsel, what are you up to this time?”

His
voice was like silk wrapping around my body.  The low timbre and slow
speed of his words was reminiscent of darkness and dangerous liaisons and my
knees started to give out while he held me in place.

The
alcohol diluting my blood wasn’t helping matters either.  My mind was
angry at this seductive man, but due to the alcohol, my body was responding in
full force.   It took everything I had to not give in to him.

“Let me
go, Daemon.  Just go back to your friend and let me go home.”

His
crystal blue eyes shot back to mine and his stare was disarming in its
intensity.  “My
friend
was a show I was putting on for you. 
I’ll admit, I didn’t notice you when you first came in, so I’m not sure how
long you’ve been here, but when you went to the restroom, I saw you
immediately.”  I didn’t think it was possible, but his voice grew even
more seductive. “You need to understand Paige, that you are seared in my
memory; the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you turn your head, or
laugh, or smile, your sound, your smell…” his grin grew wicked and his voice
lowered “…the way you squirm when you don’t know what I’ll do next or when I’ll
do it.”

Ironically,
I squirmed as he said that.  How in the hell was this turning me on so
much?  His touch had severed all communication between my mind and my
bodily functions.  Everything from my neck down was operating on animal
instinct and there was nothing I could do to get it back under control. 

“So,
you’ve known it was me this whole time?”

Daemon’s
face was so close to mine that his lips brushed against me as he spoke. “I
walked over to where you were originally to find out what you were doing
dressed like this.  When you ran away I became convinced that you were up
to something. I decided to play along.  I ended up pushing that brunette
tramp
out of my way so I could get to you when I saw that you were leaving. Now tell
me, Damsel, what are you up to?”

I
caved.  There was no way around this.  I was one hundred percent
busted and the only option was to just come out with it. “I was spying on you.”

“Why?”

My
breathing became heavier and my heart raced faster as I regretted what I had to
tell him next. “To see if you were dating other women.  To find out the
truth about your reputation of only wanting women for a few nights and then
moving on to the next…” I paused to let out a guilty sigh. “…to see if you were
doing that to me.”

His
mouth turned up at the corners and his body shook from a silent laugh.

“Well,
well, Damsel, I do believe you are becoming possessive of me. Whatever shall we
do about that?”

I
expected that he would become angry with me, that he would ask me to leave his
club and never return; but instead of anger, his mouth was suddenly on
mine.  He moved his lips slowly against mine at first and his tongue swept
across my mouth.  His tongue rushed in when my mouth parted and his taste
flooded my senses.  I slid my tongue against his and his hands let go of
my neck and arm to grab my hips and push me up onto the wall. He grabbed my
legs and wrapped them around his waist and my short skirt instantly slid up to
my hips.  The only thing between us was a small patch of cloth as he
pressed himself against me.  His desire was evident and my hips rolled
against the friction.  His chest rumbled as he deepened our kiss.

He shoved
my underwear aside and pushed a finger inside me while placing his thumb over
that one special spot.  His other hand reached beneath, cupping my ass and
holding up my weight.   My arms were wrapped around his neck and my
head fell back as he started kissing my neck.  He nipped at my skin and I
let out a small cry.

“Shhhh,
be quiet, Damsel.  We can’t let people hear us, now can we?”  His
voice purred as he spoke to me.  “If you make another sound, I’ll stop.
And I really do
not
want to stop.”  He kissed my lips gently and
then held his mouth to my ear as he whispered, “Holding your breath will help
you stay quiet.”

His
thumb starting rubbing circles as he inserted another finger.  I wanted to
cry out from the sensation but I didn’t want him to stop.  I bit on my
lower lip and held my breath as he instructed.  He continued his rhythm
and that familiar building started to occur throughout my body.  I focused
on remaining quiet which only made his movements against me more
pronounced.  I would take in short gasps of air when my lungs screamed for
it, but I would bite down harder and hold my breath longer when I knew my body
wanted to vocalize its pleasure.

Daemon’s
eyes continued to hold mine and the intensity of his stare was too much for me
to handle.  This man had completely overtaken me and I was powerless to do
anything but what he wanted me to do.  Logical thought no longer existed
within my mind rendering me a puppet to which Daemon held the strings. 
His gaze began to slowly travel down my body and he watched what he was doing
to me.  I could feel his eyes on me and the nerve endings in my skin came
alive.  His hand started moving faster and more forcefully and it took
everything I had not to cry out from the sensations he was forcing through my
core.  My head became dizzy due to the pace of my heart combined with the
lack of oxygen from holding my breath.  The climax that was building
within me was too much to hold in. My body felt like it was ripping apart from
within itself and my gasps at air became more frequent and desperate. 
Nothing else around me existed at this moment.  There was only Daemon and
what he was doing to me and I couldn’t contain my release for much
longer.  I shook my head back and forth as I fought against letting go and
Daemon’s eyes shot up to mine and widened when he realized how close I
was.  He leaned in to brush his lips against my ear as he whispered, “You
can let go now, Damsel.”

His
voice was rough and vibrated through me and I couldn’t contain myself any
longer.  My body lost all control. I took in a deep breath and a scream
burst forth from my lips as my muscles gripped around his fingers inside me.
His mouth crashed into mine as he swallowed my scream and waves rolled through
me, relentlessly battering the inside of my body.  My release felt like it
would never come to an end and tears welled in my eyes from its force.  My
head rang from the rush of blood and I was hyperaware of every nerve ending
within me.  I could feel him still pushing his hand against me as my muscles
gripped and released him over and over again.  This wasn’t just an orgasm,
this was nirvana like I had never experienced it.  I saw bright bursts of
light even with my eyes open and I never wanted to come down from this feeling.

As if
in tune with my body, Daemon’s hand slowed its rhythm as the last tremors
quaked within me.  My breathing was heavy and my head swam.  A loud
ringing sounded in my head with each beat of my heart and when I opened my
eyes, Daemon’s gaze was heated and fierce. He had complete power over me and he
was very much aware of that fact. His smug grin didn’t anger me, he had every
right to it.  Relief flooded me as I let go of all control and allowed
Daemon to do to me what he wanted.  My willpower had abandoned me and my
stubbornness had been battered into submission.

A growl
erupted from Daemon and he quickly undid his pants and shoved his hard length
within to fill me.  My head rolled back and he returned his hand to my
neck.  He used just enough pressure to control my breathing, only
loosening his grip when it was necessary for me to gasp in air.  He drove
into me and my legs tightened around his waist with every movement he
made.   He was rough in his force and I started to swell around
him.  The explosion inside me started to build itself again. The sensation
was too much for me and tears fell down my cheeks as my body trembled
uncontrollably.   Daemon continued powering into me and my muscles
gripped around him driving him deeper with each stroke.  My release started
forcing itself out of me and just when I couldn’t take it any longer, Daemon
released my neck and I drew in a large breath of air.  My release burst
forth again unbelievably stronger than the one he had given me moments
before.  His mouth covered my lips and his tongue swept over mine as he
muffled the cry of my body.   His body quickened and tensed as he
peaked and we gripped on to each other as our bodies shuddered from the
concentrated power of our combined release.  Our chests collided from our
labored breathing and our eyes were closed as we floated back down
together.  This dark and arrogant man had awakened something deep inside
me and managed to tear down every crumbling wall I had left. I felt defenseless
without my usual barriers and the feeling was unsettling, but at the same time,
insanely erotic. My muscles still gripped him sporadically and he twitched
within me in response.  We stayed like that for a few moments until I felt
a small laugh shake his body as his thumb wiped the remaining tears from my
face.

“Are you okay?  Did I
hurt you?”  His voice was soft with concern but still rough from the
experience we had shared.

I shook my head in
response.  Yet again, the English language escaped me and my voice failed
me.  When I was able to connect with logical thought once again I
vocalized my answer.  “No.  I’m fine, I just…god…I have no idea what
you just did to me. There are no words to explain it.”

He chuckled wickedly as my
legs started to unwrap themselves from his body.  They were like jelly and
when Daemon released me I barely had time to pull my clothes back into place
before slumping to the ground.  Daemon was soon sitting beside me and our
backs were pressed up against the wall while we tried to calm our bodies. 
Every once in a while he would turn to look at me and we would laugh at our
breathlessness and inability to communicate.

Daemon leaned his head
back against the wall and I admired the profile of his face.  His features
were perfection and the stubble that always peppered his jaw only emphasized
his masculine beauty.  He turned to me and smiled brightly and those
dimples popped out causing me to melt.  We stared quietly at each other
for moment before he let out a small chuckle and said, “My intention for
bringing you in here was to find out what you were doing here tonight. 
I’m, uh, sorry I got carried away.  I have to ask that you not come here
dressed like that again.”