When we reached the back room, Daemon opened the door and motioned for me to walk through. I walked straight to the other end of the room, taking the position that I had the other night. Daemon closed the door and locked it and then blocked it when he continued standing in front of it.
I spoke first. “Well, here we are…in a locked room…together. Feels familiar, although, I’m not a raging lunatic tonight so there’s really no need for the lock and barricade.”
He let out a low chuckle and my knees started giving out beneath me. What is up with this guy and how is he doing this to me?
Daemon looked amazing as usual. He had on a dark blue t-shirt that brought out the crystal blue of his eyes and his dark jeans hung off his hips, yet still perfectly hugged his bottom. His hair was stylishly messy and he had his usual five o’clock shadow peppered along his jaw. I imagined what that stubble would feel like scraping across my skin and had to stop the mental imagery before I lost it. He was slowly stalking towards me when he finally responded. “Yes, it does feel familiar. However, I never know what you are going to do next, so the lock is just added security.” He stopped when he was a few feet in front of me. “Why are you here, Damsel?”
I flinched at his use of that word but I played it off and acted like a professional. I cleared my throat. “I’m here for the same reason everyone is I guess; music, alcohol, dancing. You know, fun with the boyfriend and all.”
By the time I was done spewing out that pathetic excuse he had walked closer and was standing directly in front of me. I could feel the heat coming off his body and I had to look up to meet his darkened eyes. He looked like a predator and I froze. We stood there staring at each other for what felt like minutes and my heart felt like it was going to come through my chest. He reached his hand up to my face and starting tracing the outline of my bottom lip. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking by the strange expression he had on his face. He leaned over slowly and replaced his finger with his mouth. His kiss was feather light but sensual. My traitorous body trembled again and he softly laughed and ran his hand over the goose bumps that broke out on my arms. He pulled back to look me in the eyes and I continued my statue impression while he backed up to put a small amount of space between us.
“There you go using that 'boyfriend' word again. Somehow, I don’t think you are being very forthcoming with me, Damsel. Care to guess why I think that?”
I looked up at him and in an attempt to appear angry, I narrowed my eyes at him. “I have no idea why you would think that, Daemon.” I angled my head to the side. “I will tell you though, that if you attempt any more funny business like you did just a second ago, you’ll be lucky if you don’t walk out of here with two black eyes.”
Daemon’s eyes got wide and he suppressed a grin. “Can’t wait.”
I was suddenly under the impression that Daemon wasn’t believing my cover. He continued. “Although I’m thoroughly enjoying this back and forth that we are having currently, I believe I brought you back here to answer a question, which I very much would like to do.”
I was confused for a second but then remembered what I had asked him while sitting at the table. I started to chastise myself for having opened up that line of questioning.
“You wanted to know what I meant by saying ‘if you were my girl’.” He moved closer to me again and tilted my head up by placing his finger underneath my chin. “If I had you, Paige, I would not only be with you, but I would own you, I would control you, and I would, in all ways, possess you.”
A shocked laugh burst from my lips. “You would own me and control me? What kind of crap line is that?! I mean, do women really fall for that shit?” My laughter continued bubbling out. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, Daemon, but I believe you have me mistaken for the slutty redhead you were with the other night.”
His eyebrows shot up at that comment and he chuckled. “No. I don’t have you mistaken for anyone, Damsel. I know exactly who I’m talking to at this moment.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared up at him. “Well, then it’s obvious you’ve suffered an unfortunate head injury and have forgotten what I told you about myself. NOBODY owns me or controls me or dictates my life in any way. Besides, I don’t even know anything about you. For instance, what is your last name?”
He gave me a knowing look and answered. “Pierce.”
My head shot up in shock at how easily he had given up that information. He smiled and then continued explaining his statement.
“I think you may be misunderstanding what I am saying. I wouldn’t dictate your life and you’d be free to do whatever you like, but when you are in my bed, you will do as I say when I say it. Thus, the control. And if you were in my bed, I’m not sure I could stand it if any other man touched you again after that. Thus, I would own you from that moment forward.”
I didn’t understand why he was telling me this. Even though I now had the information that I needed and I should be walking back out to the club, my curiosity got the best of me and I couldn’t help but question him further. This was just too good to not fully discuss. “So, if I’m understanding you correctly, if I were to sleep with you, you would own me or control me, just like the rest of your lady friends?”
He eyed me for a minute before responding. “No. Not like my other lady friends. I couldn't care less what they say or do once I’ve had my night with them. I just know that with you, it would be a different story altogether and I think it’s only fair that I warn you ahead of time.”
His eyes were the deepest blue that I had ever seen in him. His jaw worked over itself and it made his face appear even more masculine. He crossed his arms over his chest and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and run my hands over the definition of his arms. I tucked my hands behind myself to keep them from reaching out on their own accord.
I couldn’t help it that my voice was husky when I responded. “I guess it’s a good thing that I’m spoken for. I suspect we’d have a few issues if we ever attempted being anything more than we already are. I’m not one of your women waiting around to be tamed and I don’t enjoy being told what to do, or pain, or crazy bondage shit, or whatever the hell else it is you are implying that you would like to do to me.” I started moving forward to indicate I was leaving when he grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at him again. His look was intense as he searched my eyes.
“Once again, Paige, you are mistaking what I’m saying.” He bent down to whisper against my ear. My breath hitched at his closeness and I tensed up in an attempt to control my body’s reaction to him. “I would never hurt you. I would never do anything to you that you haven’t asked for. There is no crazy bondage shit; no whips, no chains, nothing like that. What I want to do to you doesn’t require props or toys or anything else. Just me and you. But I would control you and I know that you would like it.”
The tension within me was more than I could handle and I started feeling woozy. Damn my traitorous self and this annoying swooning. I shook it off.
I spoke slowly so as not to give away what he was doing to me. “I can guarantee you, Daemon Pierce, that you can set whatever it is you are suggesting aside. I’m not the type of girl you think I am.” I looked up into his face in challenge and he released me. I started to walk past him and he called out to me again.
“Whatever you say, Damsel. But I’ve felt how you react to me and I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again. Enjoy your evening with your boyfriend.”
I didn’t look back at him as I walked to the door, unlocked it and then let myself back out into the club.