The bed dipped as he climbed on, and when I felt his hot breath on my most private spot, I inhaled sharply. “Listen to me, Daisy. When I pleasure you, I don't want you to deny me. Don't restrain yourself. Give in to the pleasure. I want to hear your moans and feel your body jerk around me. Enjoy yourself tonight because in the morning, before I go into work, I'm taking everything. I'm going to bury myself in you so deeply that you're not going to know where I end and you begin. Tonight you're cumming on my tongue, but in less than twelve hours, you're going to be shuddering around my cock.”
Suddenly, his fingers were inside me and his teeth scraped the inside of my thigh. I was so captivated by his words that the invasion caught me off guard that I jerked and gasped.
“Yes,” he muttered. “That's it. Let go, my sweet.”
Then he pressed his lips against my pussy and darted his tongue out on my pulsating clit. My skin grew feverish with need, and I gave him everything that he wanted. The pleasure from his tongue was so intense, but I needed more. Lifting my hips to take more, I moaned in pleasure. I was so close…right on edge…
“Oh, God…ah….ah…ah,” I whimpered, but right as I reached the cusp, he backed off and slid his tongue inside of me instead. Frustrated but loving the new sensation, I dug my heels into the mattress and lifted my hips. I wanted something….Needed something….
“Deeper,” I whispered. “More. Please, Mr. Langston. Please.”
“Master,” he corrected, lifting his head and letting his fingers lightly play with me.
“Please Master. I need more,” I said, willing to call him anything he wanted me to if it meant his hands and tongue would continue pleasing me. Shifting against his fingers, I tried to guide them back to my clit, but he danced them out of reach.
“Talk to me, Daisy. Tell me what you want. I give you permission.”
“Lick me,” I begged desperately. “Please. I was so close.”
“So close to what, my sweet? What do you want to do?”
“Orgasm.”
“Cum, Daisy. Beg me to let you cum. I want to hear the words.”
They were on my lips without a second thought. I begged like a woman about to die. “Make me cum. Please.”
And then his tongue was right back at the magical spot, and all thoughts of logic fled. I moaned and screamed and panted as the firecrackers exploded inside of me. The pleasure was so intense that I teetered on the edge of complete darkness before falling over into the chasm.
“Oh,” I moaned, breasts heaving against my gasps. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”
Mr. Langston hummed against my pussy and the vibrations pushed my orgasm even stronger. I gripped the bedding in my hands, twisting and clawing at them with each gasp of delight. My eyes slammed shut, the darkness adding to my pleasure.
When the orgasm started fading, my limbs collapsed against the mattress, my energy spent in the best possible way.
It took a full minute to regain my breath.
“God, that was—” I started to say, opening my eyes and searching for the man that could bring me such enjoyment, but he was gone.
I was soaked in my own sweat, thighs covered in my own juices, and still craving more, but utterly alone again. With a groan, I pushed myself up and stared down at my body. His teeth marks were still evident on my thighs, and my body throbbed for him.
Guilt washed over me. Once again, I gave him everything that he wanted—even called him master. I’d planned on begging him for more time, for another day before he took my virginity, but after tonight, I had no leverage. Instead, I’d begged him to let me cum, and now he owned me.
Now he would take anything that he wanted from me.
Curling up in the bed, I buried my head in the pillow, confused more than ever. Frustration at myself for wishing Mr. Langston hadn’t left like that, and fear over tomorrow morning, made tears prick at my eyes. My fingers trailed up to the collar. I had to remind myself what I was to him. A paid sex toy and nothing more. No wonder he didn’t stay. The tears burned my cheeks as I hid under the blankets and tried to forget what I’d agreed to.
Chapter Twelve
Brick
Her breathy moans chased me all the way back to my room. A cold shower did nothing to chase the heat that consumed my body. I wanted Daisy to cry out again from my touch. Wanted to hear her beg for me again.
And I wanted to be balls deep inside her.
I stood once again by my window and stared outside, unable to even drink or work. Daisy had me obsessed in a way I'd never been over a woman before. The only way to ease this longing was to have her completely, and if there was any sense in me, I'd go right back to her bedroom and take what I wanted. How much time did she really need? She’d been so responsive to my touch tonight. Did she really need another night?
Why was I tormenting myself like this?
The bright moon pierced the darkness. I stared at my bare arm and balled my hand into a fist. The muscles and tendons of my arm flexed. Power. Control. That was all that I needed. My sexual urges were second to that, but I had risked quite a bit in buying Daisy—or renting, as she had pointed out. Julia was right to be angry. If word got out about my little deal, I'd be slaughtered in the press.
A single picture. I'd been captivated by a picture, and hadn’t known just how addicting she'd be. If there were any brains in my thick skull, I'd kick her out right now. Pay her whatever she wanted and wish her well.
Except there was no way I wasn't going to do that—couldn’t do it. And it was growing more and more obvious that I wasn't going to get any sleep either. There were better things to do other than brood in my dark room.
Moving quietly to Daisy’s bedroom, I pressed an ear to the door. There was no movement in the bed as I opened the door. She really was a heavy sleeper. Her chest moved up and down as she breathed deeply. I slipped by her bed with the key to her closet and unlocked the door. Even without the light, it was easy to find where the rope hung and the vibrators had been placed. After I discovered that Daisy was a virgin, I rearranged the room to fit her limitations and my needs.
She stirred a little as I circled my fingers around her wrist and moved it to the bedpost. Wrapping the rope, I secured her arm and moved to the other. By the time she fully woke up, her legs were almost tied down too.
“Mr. Langston?” she asked sleepily. “What are you doing?”
“My room was too quiet to sleep,” I murmured, tightening the last knot. Spinning the dial on the bottom of the vibrator, I listened with satisfaction as it revved to life. “I needed to hear you scream.”
“What?” she gasped, but I gave her no warning as the vibrator pressed directly on her clit. She thrashed and jerked as I moved the buzzing ribs over and over against that bundle of nerves.
“Ohhh god,” she said, moaning on the words. She pulled against the ropes tying her, every muscle tensing as her orgasm came swiftly. Another moan came, turning louder under she was screaming and gasping against the pleasure, but I didn’t stop. I loved the way she squirmed under my touch, and bucked her hips to meet the vibrator even more.
Daisy was so dirty and she didn’t even know it. This innocent girl was going to love every fucking thing I gave her.
Her body rocked again as her orgasm peaked, and she cried out as it took over her completely.
“That’s just the beginning,” I whispered to her.
Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as her orgasm faded, and it took her a moment to register my words.
“What?” she whispered with a breathy sigh.
Obsessed with the look on her face, I pressed even harder and rubbed faster. “No, please,” she panted, trying to pull away, but the ropes wouldn’t let her. “It's too much.”
“It's too much when I say that it's too much,” I told her, voice husky with desire—with need. “Give me more, Daisy.”
“I can't…oh God…oh God…Mr. Langston, please. Please!” I pulled the vibrator away slightly, before slapping the side of her thigh with m
y free hand, punishing her for not trusting her master.
“I am your master,” I reminded her again. “And only I will say when it’s too much.”
Bringing the vibrator back to her, it only took seconds for her begging to change. “Oh, god,” she moaned, shivering under me again and she pressed up against the vibrator.
Sliding the buzzing device along her slit to wet it down, I slowly pushed it inside her. Her eyes widened as she jerked at the ropes.
“I'm much bigger than this, Daisy,” I whispered. “Feel the way this vibrator stretches you? How it slides along that sweet spot inside you? Having me inside you is only going to be more intense. More of everything.”
“It hurts,” she whimpered, and I pulled the vibrator back before easing it into her again.
“Only for a few minutes, sweet. Then it's going to feel amazing. Fight it, if you want. Pull at the ropes. Scream and beg, but I own you.”
Her sob sounded all too real, and I made my movements gentle. Small thrusts. Easy and shallow. I couldn’t stop the pain completely, but could make it easier for her. She whimpered a bit and then quieted, and I started slowly going deeper.
“Feel good now?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “It's different.”
I pushed the vibrator in even deeper, moved it faster, and fucked her with the toy until another orgasm took over her. She yanked against the ropes, shifting her body against the vibrator and taking it even deeper.
“Oh, mmmm,” she moaned, whimpering in pleasure as the orgasm built. God, she could make that sound all day and I’d never get tired of it.
Her tits bounced as she bucked against the vibrator, crying out in ecstasy, and I wanted to taste them, massage those bare breasts and nip at her nipples. I barely kept myself from throwing the vibrator across the room and taking her right then.
When her orgasm finally ebbed away, she relaxed, sinking into the bed. I should have left her right there, but my cock was so hard that it throbbed in pain, and I wanted to her to feel the same pain she was causing me. Before she could fully recover, I pressed the vibrator to her clit once again and punished her until she exploded.
“It’s too much, Mr. Langston,” she cried out. “I’m too sensitive. Please.”
“What did I say,” I murmured to her. “I will say when it’s too much. Not you.”
“But, oh god,” she moaned. “It’s so intense.”
“I want it to be,” is all I said and moved the vibrator even more, watching as she came undone.
She gasped and then screamed—in frustration? Pleasure? Maybe both—as I pushed the vibrator against her clit even harder.
“Fuck,” she yelled, and it was the first time I’d heard her cuss like that. I wanted that dirty mouth on my dick so bad, those soft pink lips sucking me.
Faster and faster, I moved the vibrator until her orgasm consumed her. She shook, crying out from the intensity of her fourth orgasm. And only when her shaking stopped did I pull the device away and give her a break.
Sweat coated her soft skin and her pussy had drenched the bed under her, coated her thighs. She panted heavily, tits heaving with each gulping breath. It took every bit of strength in me to tear my gaze away from them when she spoke.
“Why?” she asked on a whisper, still catching her breath, as she fell limply against the mattress. “Why are you doing this?”
Putting the vibrator on the nightstand, I leaned over. “Get some sleep,” I muttered and untied her arms, leaving her to undo her legs herself. “I'll be back in the morning.”
“I…I don't think that I can handle it.”
“Oh sweetie, you haven't begun to discover your limitations.” Leaving the rope still tied to the bed, I got up and left her room.
As exhausted as my body was, I wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Not until I made Daisy completely mine.
***
I entered Daisy’s room again the next morning. After slowly easing the door open, I stopped cold. Despite the late hour that my little session had kept her up to last night, she sat wide-awake on the bed, clutching the sheets up around her. When her gaze finally registered that I was there, panic and fear swept across her face. She didn’t try to run, but her whole body trembled.
That fear shouldn’t be on her face. I hated seeing it and wanted to wipe it away, kiss it away even, and remind her that she had enjoyed everything that I’d done to her.
Except that last night I’d lost a bit of control, pushed her too far, and now she wouldn’t believe any reassurances from me. I could have simply shown her that she’d enjoy sex—love it—but even in my desperate need to take her fully, I wouldn’t like this.
I’d never taken a terrified woman in my life, and wasn’t about to start now.
This girl was driving me crazy. When had I ever wanted to kiss away a woman’s pain and fear before? When had a woman ever driven me to lose control like this?
“I’ll leave instructions for you downstairs,” I said woodenly.
Her expression never changed, and I closed the door quietly and leaned against it. There was no sound coming from inside. The woman was still frozen in place on the bed.
Did she hurt from last night? Had I pushed too far? It bothered me that I wanted to ask, that I cared, but the worry stayed with me even long after leaving the penthouse and getting to work.
To my surprise, Jim was in his office when I got there. He rose from his desk and followed me down the hall. “I’m here two hours early,” I growled and flipped the lights on. “Why the hell are you here?”
“Gemma didn’t sleep much last night, and it wasn’t going to do me any good to try. Figured that I might as well come to the office early and get some work done.”
“You have a live-in nanny. Isn’t she supposed to deal with that kind of thing so you aren’t kept up all night?” I said loftily, sitting down behind my desk.
“She’s my baby girl,” he said with a soft smile and a shrug as he settled on the couch. “If she can’t sleep, I want to be there to comfort her. Not the nanny.”
“God, that girl is making you soft.”
“And yours is making you cranky.”
Sharply, I looked up. “I really need to fire my assistant.”
“Most days I would agree, but we both know that Julia is far better than anyone you could hire to replace her. She’s concerned about you. Thinks you may have gone off the deep end, and I can’t say that I disagree. Buying a woman? You’ve never paid for a hooker in your life, Brick.”
“She’s not a hooker. She’s a goddamn virgin, and ever time I talk about touching her, she acts like she’s going to break.” I rubbed my tired eyes. “She should be mine by now, so why the hell am I waiting?”
“Why do you have her at all? Virgins aren’t your thing. You don’t want to be a cherished memory, remember?”
Jim wasn’t wrong. Before I’d set my eyes on Daisy, I’d always sworn off virgins. Even my first was a seasoned teenager with plenty of experience. It was just easier that way. When people thought fondly of their first times, I didn’t want my face to pop up in their mind. I wasn’t built for that kind of sentiment.
“She’s different,” I hedged. “Her father is an emotionally abusive alcoholic and her boyfriend is a slimy weasel who actually sold her. She would have been homeless had I not intervened!”
“And now you’re the cold-hearted bastard who’s taking advantage of her situation and asking for her virginity to return for that ‘kindness,’” Jim said quietly. “Usually, I admire you, Brick. You see something that you want, and you take it. But this? This isn’t about sex. This is about having power over someone else, and we both know it.”
I was tired of my friends and employees turning against me. They didn’t even know the fucking girl. “I’m not discussing her again, and the next person who brings her up is going to be fired.”
His features tightened, and he got up to leave. As he reached for the door, I groaned inwardly. “Jim, wait. Your da
ughter. Is she okay?”
“She’s just having some nightmares. The doctors say it’s normal and will pass. She keeps asking about you.”
“Bring her by this weekend. Maybe a change of pace will help break the cycle,” I offered without thinking. Jim turned and looked at me sharply, and I knew what he was thinking. I had Daisy in the penthouse and had no business inviting a child over, but then he cocked his head and frowned.
“All right. Saturday night,” he said softly. “I was going out anyway, and can give the nanny the night off. I’ll drop her off around five and pick her up at ten?”
Five hours with the little bugger? Normally, I only spent a supervised hour or so with her. “Sure,” I said stiffly. “Sounds good. Now go take a nap before you drop dead. You look like hell.”
“You would know,” Jim said with an easy smile, as if, albeit temporarily, all was forgiven between us. But it didn’t ease the tension in my body. That, only Daisy could fix.
I had camera’s installed in the penthouse, and was tempted to check them, see what Daisy was doing. I’d never really used them before, trusting my staff instead, but if I couldn’t touch Daisy, maybe seeing her would ease that burning need in me. Had she gotten out of bed? Was she vacuuming and doing the laundry like I’d asked?
Was she staring at the vibrator on her nightstand and thinking of me?
Clenching my fists, I tried to push the sounds of her moans out of my head. Even if last night had been rough on her, I’d made her cum multiple times. Her screams of pleasure had been my doing.
I didn’t owe her an apology for that. Didn’t owe her an explanation. She’d asked for more time, and goddammit, I’d given it to her. After work tonight, I fully expected to see a smile on that woman’s face and maybe even a ‘thank you’ on her lips.
Chapter Thirteen
Daisy
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