Conquer (Control) by M.S. Willis Page A

me that the sudden fullness was a shock to my awakening body.  Involuntarily, I held my breath as Daemon held still above me awaiting my body to relax around the sudden invasion.  Daemon’s heated gaze shot to mine, locking me to his stare as he began to rock himself back and forth within me.  His hands let go of my mouth and wrists so that he could reach down and pull my legs around him.  Tentatively I reached up to run my hands through his hair, while still maintaining eye contact with him.   Desperation and need were written across his expression and I attempted to convey love and approval as I ran my hands softly down his shoulders and back.  I had no idea what was bothering him, but it was apparent he needed this intimacy to escape the turmoil within him.
    Daemon moved fluidly above me, never releasing eye contact.  Thoughts and emotions were being spoken through his gaze and his actions, however he felt oddly distant from this coupling.    He held himself up with one hand, while running the other up the length of my body, only to pull away and brace his hands on either side of me.   My concern for him was all-consuming and my body wasn’t undergoing the usual build-up to a mind shattering peak that I was accustomed to experiencing with Daemon. He wasn’t there.    Within a few minutes, he stiffened above me and after finding his release, he relaxed against me before immediately getting up and walking into the bathroom.   Never had I felt like such a means to an end, a tool used for one purpose, without thought as to my feelings or needs.
    What.  The Hell.  Was that?!
    I laid there staring at the bathroom door.  I didn’t know if I should get up and go try to talk to him, or roll over and pretend like I’d fallen back asleep.    I sat up, resting back on my elbows trying to make a decision when the bathroom door flung open.  Daemon stomped out of the bathroom and immediately headed towards the closet.  A few seconds later, he emerged from the closet wearing a loose pair of jeans and threw the bedroom door open to leave the room.  I was left there, naked and confused.
    Picking my pride up off the floor, I climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom to get cleaned up.  My feet padded against the cool tile as I made my way over to the shower.  My hand flicked on the water.  I felt oddly dirty after that encounter and I mused over the fact that, possibly, I was just grouped with the previous other women in Daemon’s life.  I couldn’t understand why those women would ever be satisfied with being used in such a manner.  There was no emotion, no connection, nothing!   After the temperature reached a suitable level, I stepped underneath the spray of the water and allowed it to wash away the slime of hurt and rejection that was clinging to my skin.  My eyes peeked open occasionally as I waited for Daemon to suddenly appear and apologize for his actions.  He never showed up.
    I stepped out of the shower, dried off and threw on one of Daemon’s large t-shirts and a pair of boxers.  It would have been more convenient for me to move my belongings into Daemon’s room, but after that little escapade, I wasn’t sure if I should.  My mind ran over the events of the night before, and I couldn’t think of anything I had done that would have distanced him.  
    Rounding the corner into the living room, I found David sitting on the couch.  Daemon sat in a chair opposite him.  I flashed David my signature ‘we have to talk’ look, but made sure to keep my eyes from Daemon’s gaze as I passed.  The coffee was already made and I entered the kitchen before swiping a mug from the cabinet.   I mixed together my usual concoction and leaned against the counter sipping my caffeinated bliss.  My eyes were trained on the kitchen island and I was saddened to remember what Daemon and I had done on the surface of that island.  Well, okay, that particular moment wasn’t sad in and of itself,