Figments 8 Date Thursday, April 25, 2024 - 01:43 AM PST Topic Entertainment As I awakened, I was aware of softness all around me, the feel of satin against my bare skin. I was still naked, my hands were still cuffed behind my back, and there was a hard wall of heat against me. I tensed as I felt a hand draw my hair away from my neck and slide over my shoulder and down to the small of my back. The hand moved around to caress my stomach; the arm attached to it pulled me closer to the body I knew was behind me. "I know you're awake." Daemon's soft voice would have been a relief if I weren't as wary of him as I was. It was better than the insane Javen, all things considered. "I want you to stay calm and hear me out. No fighting." His hand moved to nestle in the valley between my breasts, fingers kneading gently at the soft fullness of one pert mound. My breath caught as the tips of his fingers tweaked one aching, taut nipple. My heart fluttered as I grew more aware of the molten heat spreading from my middle and every nerve ending on my body came alive. "I'll listen, Daemon. Stop touching me. We can't have a rational discussion if you're intent on seducing me." I opened my eyes and saw that it was the room I'd been in when Javen first found me. "Why are my hands still bound? Don't you trust me?" I shivered as his lips softly caressed my sensitive neck. He shifted his body slightly and I felt the hardness of his arousal pressed firmly against my backside. It was then I fully realized that he was naked too. "Daemon, don't. Don't do this. Please." I hardly knew what I was afraid of, I just felt terror-stricken at the thought of being intimate with him. If I still had a soul, here was where I would lose it. "Shhh." Daemon whispered in my ear. "I'm not going to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you." He leaned over me and stared into my upturned face with his deep blue eyes. They were filled with a distant sadness and a deep longing. "At first, I wanted to capture you and use you for my own purposes. Javen thought he knew what those purposes were, based on his own foul nature. I never wanted to make you a slave. I wanted you to desire me, the way I desire you." His mouth descended on mine with a bittersweet urgency, capturing my lips in a devastating wave of sensation. A soft moan escaped me as his tongue seductively stroked the corners of my mouth in a silent plea for me to open to him. I stopped thinking altogether when I released myself and was lost in the ripples of pleasure that swept over me as his tongue mated with mine in a surge of ferocity. I was vaguely aware of his hand sweeping over the swell of my hip, his fingers gently brushing the curls between my thighs. When he touched the tender bud between my petals, I froze. Terror filled me and I screamed as my whole body tightened. My hands strained at their bindings as every muscle in my body tensed. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" I kept repeating it, the words rising to a hysterical screech. Daemon's eyes were wide with shock and concern as he grabbed my arms and shook me slightly. "Lauren! It's okay, it's me. I AM NOT YOUR FATHER!" he shouted. He cradled me close to him, rocking softly. "I'm not here to hurt you. You made me, remember? You've been struggling with me ever since. You made Javen to stop things whenever they got too intense for you. You didn't call for him this time. Is it because he went insane, or is it because you're finally ready to let me heal you?" His fingers stroked lightly down my back as I shook uncontrollably, my head tucked into his arms like a child. Daemon sighed. [pagebreak] "You made me forceful so you could explore your desires without feeling that you were giving in to them. If I had to take you by force, you weren't really giving anything up, were you? I never actually got to take anything because you were always rescued. Think about it. I never really hurt you, did I? I frightened you, toyed with you, imprisoned you, tried like hell to seduce you, but I never hurt you." He tilted my head up, forcing me to look at him. The tears in my eyes blurred everything in my vision except the expression on his face. "Lauren, I will never harm you. End this torment for me. I know you want me, too. Give yourself to me and we'll both feel better." He reached behind me and unfastened the restraints on my wrists. I felt even more panicky at this unexpected freedom. "I can't." I shoved against him. "I can't give myself to you." He fell back, unresisting. I sat atop him, wondering what to do. I quickly scrambled off the bed and stood beside it, confused. Daemon stayed where he was, quietly staring at the ceiling. What was he doing? "I want to go home." I said, edging my way toward the door. "So go, then." he replied, still staring at the ceiling. "Okay, I will." "Fine, go." "I'm going." I walked toward the door, glancing back at him, wondering if he'd follow me. "Lauren." I turned quickly around. "Yes?" "Don't forget to put some clothes on." I glanced down at my nude body. "I don't have any." "Oh, this is ridiculous!" he snapped, sitting up. "You can think yourself a new outfit. You don't really want to. You want me to chase over to you and slam you against the wall and kiss and touch you into submission. You want me to throw you onto this bed and spread your legs and thrust into you until you scream in fulfillment, completely guilt-free on your part." He rose from the bed and stalked menacingly toward me. He wrapped one arm around me and reached under my hair with the other hand. Twisting a length of hair into his fist, he slowly pulled my head back. [pagebreak] "Is this what you want?" he growled as his mouth ground down onto mine in a brutal kiss. "Open your mouth, Lauren." he commanded. Surprised, I did. His tongue raped the inside of my mouth, plundering savagely as my knees grew weak and I whimpered, falling against him. His arms held me close to him, as he did indeed kiss me into submission. He swung me into his arms, still kissing me as he walked back to the bed. He never broke the kiss, even as he laid me gently down and stretched out beside me. I felt his hands slide up my arms to hold my wrists tightly as he threw one leg over the lower half of my body, immobilizing me. Only then did he let me come to my senses. "Now Lauren, I am going to touch you, but only if you say you want me to. I will not have any more hysterics from you. Is that understood?" I nodded. He let go of my wrists to search for something on the bed. He held up the restraints that had been on my wrists earlier. "Would you feel more comfortable if I put these on you?" He held them out toward me, indicating that I should put my wrists in them, if that was what I wanted. I was torn. To actively slide my hands into those restraints would be an admission of wanting to cooperate. Without them, I would be able to strike out, and I was afraid I would. Daemon's gaze once again held that expression of wistful longing. "Please, Lauren" he whispered, "Don't fight me anymore. Let me make you happy." This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=611