For those of you coming aboard just now I'd recommend you read Chapter One before this one as it contains all the information needed to understand the motivation and quirks of the characters.
I want to thank the awesome Cloudy for editing both chapters of this story; Captain_Midnight, Vamp_Lawyer and Chagrined for the editing and proof reading of chapter one. If it's good I owe it to them, if it's bad I own the responsibility. I also want to thank my wonderful husband for believing in me and for his help with the sex scenes of this story. It wouldn't have been half as good if he hadn't helped.
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When she heard Daemon's key in the door, she was ready.....
Or as ready as she could ever be. Victoria knew that she was not allowed any mistakes. The stage was set and she only had to play her part well, then everything would be over and she could turn the page.
Just as Daemon was turning the door handle she heard his mobile phone ring.
"Lafferty... Hey, Gianni, what's up man?"
"..."
Victoria could only hear Daemon's side of the conversation but he seemed in a good mood.
"Yes sure, bring it over tonight and I'll take a look at it, and sign it."
"..."
"Hmm make that after eleven tonight. I haven't seen Vickie for a week and I want to spend some time with her before getting back to business with you."
"..."
"Yes, you can say that again. She got her mother to baby-sit the kids tonight, so I really think it's gonna be a good evening."
"..."
"Okay, see you around eleven."
When Daemon opened the door Victoria's heart beat a little bit faster. He was looking so succulent standing there in his shirt and tie, wearing those black leather pants that made him look like a 'not-so-reformed' bad boy. He was freshly shaven and not a single hair was out of place, Victoria couldn't help but wonder at which of his 'lady friend's' house he had taken a shower and shaved.
His eyes lit up when he saw her. Victoria knew she looked good but tonight she wanted – needed -- to see in his eyes just how good she looked. She needed to see him lust after her, to know she still had some kind of power over him or all her afternoon preparation would be for nothing.
In the happiest voice she could find she said, "Hello handsome, did you have a good trip?" All she wanted to do was strangle him.
Soon Victoria, very soon. Keep playing the happy wife, hold on to that smile with everything you've got just a little bit longer.
He swept her off the floor in his strong arms and kissed her like he always did when he returned from one of his business trips. His lips were so soft, his body so strong; she felt her body respond to him and she hated herself for it.
She knew she had to regain control of herself. With a great effort of will she said, "Let me down, Daemon...please...I've worked all afternoon to make tonight memorable to the both of us. Wait just a little bit more and you'll get all you deserve and more."
Daemon looked at Victoria as if he was seeing her for the first time and she knew she had to be careful what she showed or all her afternoon's work would be for nothing.
Setting her down in one fluid movement; making sure she felt his growing bulge he said, "What are you saying baby, what's gonna be so memorable about tonight?"
His voice felt like velvet on her skin and she wondered how she would be able to carry out her plans later on if she wasn't able to steel her emotions now. For an instant she questioned her strength of will, but then she thought of his betrayals. Her eyes flashed with anger and she knew she'd be able to carry her vengeance forward; she only needed to keep up the charade and use her anger to fuel her passion.
With a throaty laugh she told him, "Tonight all your dreams will come true (
more like all your nightmares you bastard but you won't know it until it hits you
), everything you've ever wanted from me will be awarded to you; all you have to do is sit, relax and enjoy yourself...
'cause I know I will.'
"What's gotten into you Vic, I've never seen you like this."
"
YOU
...you will get into me soon!" She said with a mischievous smile. "I haven't seen you for a week and I missed you. Now be a good boy and go change out of those clothes, I want you in something easy to remove."
When he got in the bedroom Daemon was puzzled, more puzzled than he had ever been in his life and he didn't like it. Sure, he had wanted Victoria to be more assertive, to be more demanding and 'take' what she wanted instead of waiting to see if being nice would get it to her, but now that she was, he didn't like it at all. His wife had always been his safe haven, just like a pair of 'good old slippers', comfortable and easy to get out of, and now he didn't know what to think of her behaviour.
When Daemon looked on the bed at the clothes she had laid out for him he was floored and then began to get angry. There on the bed were a pair of black satin lounging pants and a sheer mesh blood red camisole. His first thought was,
This is a joke
, and then bewilderment hit him. What had happened to his sweet Victoria while he was away? Where was the woman who needed to have the lights out when they were making love? Where was the girl who blushed when he had first told her she was a damn good lay and it was a shame he couldn't share her, like a good wine, among his friends?
He didn't know what to think anymore, so, like every time he was at a loss for words or thoughts, he decided to avoid the issue and see where it would get him. He put on the clothes she had laid out for him thinking that once again she would back off, once again she wouldn't be able to carry out her 'seduction' – if that was what she had planned – and he'd be left to 'hold her hand' and reassure her that she wasn't "bad" or "dirty" because she was enjoying herself having sex.
When Daemon came out of the bedroom Victoria was facing away from him, standing in front of the mirror. She appeared lost in thought and he used that time to look at her,
really
look at her and what he saw made his cock jump. While he had been in the other room she had undone all but one button on her shirt so he could see the black lace of her bra; she had done something to her skirt too as it was now shorter than it had ever been and he could see a glimpse of lace from her thigh high stocking. This more than anything made him pause and think. Victoria never,
ever
, wore thigh high stockings as she had always said only sluts wore them! Nonetheless, here she was wearing them and she didn't look uncomfortable at all!
He must have made a sound, because Victoria turned around, looked at him, smiled like the cat who got the cream and said, "Hmmm baby, now you look so much better, almost good enough to eat. Don't just stay there, come, dinner is almost ready and then we'll go to bed."
She was making him uneasy and he lashed out at her, "Victoria, I don't know what's gotten into you but if it's your idea of a joke it'll have to wait for another time, Gianni is coming over tonight. He needs me to sign a contract and I don't want you messing up a business deal or my friendship with him."
"What are you talking about Daemon? How can wanting to welcome you home after a week away mess up your business deal? You know I would never do anything to jeopardize your friendship with Gianni." She looked at him with hurt in her eyes, lowering her head as if in defeat all the while thinking,
I don't need to do anything to jeopardize it you prick....you can do it all by yourself without my help!