Daimon finally pulled out, my mouth hurting from his assault. “Don’t you dare touch yourself, not until I tell you.” Daimon pointed at me.
“Daimon, I’m not going to sit here and do nothing,” I said, my body hot with need.
“You will,” he snapped.
“No, I won’t,” I replied.
Daimon leaned in, putting his hands on either side of my chair, his face inches from mine. “You will be a good girl and do as I say.” His eyes peered into mine. Daimon could always be intimidating. I did want to give him power; I wanted him to control me, but something inside me still fought with my desire. As I glared back at him, I finally realized why. Frank. Frank took my power without asking me and I was left in pieces. Yet here I was willingly giving Daimon what I wanted and still I couldn’t quite do it.
“Screw off, Daimon,” I snarled as I pushed him off my seat and stood up to head to the back of the plane where I found a bathroom. I locked myself inside, reeling from everything that just happened.
Frank was a tender lover until he changed and became rough, and at times would even hurt me. I would sometimes wake with bruises around my neck or on my back. It was hard, but I hid it from Sofia and my father. He never once forced me, but used my guilt to use and control me. I felt shame for wanting my lover to own me and to control that part of me. Frank never once ordered but rather did what he wanted and in my mind at the time, it was okay because I thought I loved him.
“Just shut up and fuck me already. I don't need this shit from you. What I need is your pussy,” Frank yelled loudly as I walked into his home after closing the diner for the night.
“Can’t I just go take a shower first?” I said, exhausted from my long day. Frank didn’t say anything so I moved toward his bathroom when I was blindsided. I was on the wooden floor, the side of my head pounding. I opened my eyes to find Frank on top of me, his eyes dark and angry, while his teeth were bearing down at me.
“Don’t you dare make me tell you twice.” I bit the inside of my lip as I rose up. Frank grabbed my upper arm, his fingers digging in deep as he pulled me close. “I waited for you all day,” he said harshly.
“I'm sorry,” I breathed.
“You’re sorry?” he chuckled darkly. He slapped me hard, my face throbbing. “You like it when I'm rough,” he grunted as he thrashed away inside as he held onto my throat, almost choking me.
A loud knock came at the door.
“Addie!” Daimon called out. My heart jumped and my nerves kicked in. “Addie,” Daimon called out again.
I unlocked the door knowing I wouldn’t win this fight. Daimon quickly opened the door and stood at in the doorway.
“What the fuck was that?” he asked. But I said nothing. Daimon growled and stepped inside pushing me back.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to push him out.
“What I want,” he said grimly. Daimon reached for my pants and yanked them down.
“No,” I said roughly, but Daimon won’t listen to me.
His fingers instantly found my pussy and began mercilessly rubbing my clit. I grabbed onto his shoulders, my nails digging in deep. He turned me around to the sink and hoisted me up. He pulled me to the edge, still playing with my pussy. He dug out his cock and drove it inside me with confidence; his movements were rough and fierce.
“I know this is what you want. You want me to take what I want from you. You want this, Addie. Fuck!” he grunted as he plunged his dick deep inside me.
I stifled my cry and I anchored myself onto the sink. Daimon seized onto my hips, driving his cock harder and faster. My pussy clenched around him as I came hard. Daimon grunted and bared his teeth as he pulled my shirt up to expose my belly. He yanked himself out and came all over me, his hot seed gradually pooling into my navel.
“Get off me,” I spat out, trying to catch my breath, but Daimon didn’t move, rather he took my arms and held me close.
“You don’t get to tell me you like losing control and then walk away when I do it. You don’t get to do what you want when you want. Not anymore,” he said in a serious tone.
“Really? Let me explain this to you. Just because I caved and told you I love you, doesn’t give you any rights to me,” I warned, the memory of Frank still fresh in the forefront of my mind.
“You think so?” he challenged.
“I know so.” I stood my ground, only because in my heart of heart I knew Daimon would never hurt me. He would never go as far as Frank. My body reacted to Daimon and I let it. I wanted him to have it, to do what he wanted.
“You belong to me and I get to do what I want to you,” he said bluntly. His words made my mind rewind to the times I was with Frank. “Addie?” he said hoarsely, his face changing as he grabbed onto me. “Addie what is it? Just tell me,” he implored.