Daisy just loved life, and with her, I was starting to enjoy things again too, and it had been a long time since that had ever happened to me.
Chapter Seventeen
Daisy
When Brick said that he was going to take me dancing, I never expected this. In high school, we’d used our fake I.D.s to sneak into a local club, but it was just a nauseating mix of sweat, alcohol, and vomit.
Iniquity was different. Downstairs, they had the usual grinding bodies, pumping music, and dizzying light effects, but Brick had immediately steered me away from the crowd and up a hidden and private stairwell. Up top, there were several private balconies where we could be alone, dance, drink, and watch the people below.
“This place is huge,” I murmured. I didn’t think that Brick could hear me over the music, but his sly smile told me that he could.
The whole evening had been a dream. Not just the amazing food and wonderful restaurant, but Brick himself was attentive and curious. When he was near me, his hand was always on me. It kindled the fire of desire in my body, but there was something else there too. Not exactly possessiveness but security. Comfort. He could walk me into the most dangerous part of the city, and I wouldn’t feel a moment of trepidation.
At the prospect of walking through a flood of people running on alcohol and hormones, I didn’t experience any fear. Brick was right there, and I knew that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
“I didn’t really take you for the dancing type,” I teased and leaned over the railing. The champagne had adequately warmed my belly, and my head was pleasantly spinning.
“What makes you say that?”
Feeling bold, I turned back on the crowd downstairs and tugged on his shirt. “You’re very buttoned up. You just don’t seem the type to cut loose on the dance floor.”
“Miss Daisy.” As he raised his eyebrows, he cuffed my hands. “Are you drunk?”
“Maybe a little tipsy, but that’s okay. It means I can move and not care that I’m a horrible dancer.” To prove my point, I whirled around and stumbled. He caught me by the waist and led me to the center of the room.
“I think we should stay away from the balcony,” he murmured in my ear as he pulled me closer to him. “I don’t like it when you put yourself down like that, Daisy. The only person that you need to prove anything to is yourself. This whole low self-esteem thing will be gone by the end of our time together. So dance for me, Daisy. Dance with me.”
With my back pressed against him and the palms of his hands lightly touching my abdomen, I closed my eyes and swayed to the feral beat of the music. His heat surrounded me, engulfed me, and I knew that if I was drunk on anything, it was on him.
His lips skimmed my neck, and a sigh of pleasure escaped me. Time stood still as I danced in his arms and forgot about everything else. About the contract and the money. About how this was only supposed to be sex. In his arms, it felt like I belonged to him and everything else faded away.
“You don’t ever have to say again that you don’t dance well,” he murmured as his tongue teased my ear. “Believe me when I say that your body dancing against mine is exquisite.” Slowly, Brick released me and stepped away. “And if you don’t distract me, I’m going to fuck you right here and now.”
I was most definitely not opposed to that idea. I wanted to tell him that too, but as he walked towards the private bar to pour himself a drink, I felt the loss of his heat and my confidence. Wrapping my arms around myself, I bit my lower lip.
“A picture of submission,” he chuckled as he watched me. “Except that I know better. Have I embarrassed you?”
“Not at all. Tonight has been the best night of my life,” I blurted. Horrified by the admission, I turned bright red and gasped. “I didn’t mean to say that. I don’t want you to think that I’ve forgotten our arrangement. I just…”
“Have a drink, Daisy.” He handed me a glass of wine that warmed by body even more and was gone almost immediately. “I imagine that you’re feeling overwhelmed. It’s okay. Let’s talk about something else.”
“What would you like to talk about?”
“How did you meet Ralph?”
Ralph. My boyfriend. The man that I was supposed to be planning my future with. The alcohol turned my stomach, or maybe it was only my emotions. I’d forgotten all about Ralph. If nothing else, I prided myself in my loyalty.
Why would Brick bring that up now? Was he trying to remind me that there was no future between us? It seemed like a guilty-free way on his part to remind me of my place. “He used to stop by my job during lunch and after he got off work,” I said and took a deep breath. “I like to meet new people, so I was chatty. After a few visits, he asked me out.”
It wasn’t an extraordinary beginning to a love story, but I was still trying to hold firm to that idea that love could develop out of friendship and respect.
Brick’s face betrayed nothing as he continued to lean against the mini-bar and sip his drink. “You’ve been with him for months and didn’t sleep with him. Or anyone. You’re a passionate woman.”
“We were taking it slow,” I hedged. “I’m not really experienced, and he didn’t seem to mind. He wanted me to lose a few pounds and wear a little more make-up. I think that we just needed to be more comfortable with each other.”
“Your gorgeous just the way that you are, Daisy.” His voice was low and almost angry. “You don’t ever let someone tell you otherwise.”
“Oh.” My heart fluttered, but I tried to defend Ralph. “He’s never come out and said that I wasn’t pretty.”
“Daisy.” Brick put his drink down and stalked towards me. I was a little concerned until he put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. “So innocent despite having such a hard life. I don’t even know how you do it. At some point, you’re going to have to open up your eyes and see how things really are. The man that you choose to be with should appreciate every single luscious inch of your body.”
As he pressed up against me, I could feel his erection. I did that to him, and it filled me with a since of power. “Thank you, Mr. Langston, I mean Brick. I appreciate that,” I whispered.
He groaned against me and leaned back just enough to tip my chin up. “Daisy.” Hearing my name on his lips in that breathy voice made me melt. Helpless, all I could do was open myself up to him. As he lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine, I became his.
The kiss was slow, cautious, and dizzying. Even with him deep inside me, I’d never felt anything like it. His teeth scraped against my bottom lip, teasingly, and his tongue probed gently. It was almost as if he was asking permission, but that was a ridiculous thought. He was my master, and I was his without question. Accepting him, I molded my body against Brick’s and wrapped my arms around his neck.
Nothing seemed real. Here I was, a nobody from the Bronx, wrapped in the arms of the most amazing man I’d ever met. He was kissing me, and I could tell that it was a vulnerable moment for him. He couldn’t possibly think that I would pull away? I’d never felt a kiss like this. The heat. The sensuality.
Passion. I’d been terrified of this kind of emotion my entire life, and here I was, leaning into it, yearning for more.
His kiss grew deeper and more urgent. For a moment, I forgot that we were in public. I wanted to wrap my body around him and stay like that forever. I needed him deep inside me.
I wanted all of him.
Breaking the kiss, I stared at Brick and shivered. There was a question in those striking blue eyes. We were at a crossroad with the power in my control, although how or why, I wasn’t sure. But he was waiting for me to make a decision.
“Brick. Take me home.”
I’d never seen him so tense or quiet as he pulled me from the club and called the car around. The air was thick between us, and his touch never left mine. His fingers stayed intertwined with mine, stroking and caressing the crease between my thumb and forefinger. I was so wound up that the only thing that kept me from mounting him in t
he car was the driver’s presence.
I was on fire, so desperate for him that my body was shaking. It was terrifying.
When we were finally alone, as the door closed behind us in Brick’s condo, all bets were off. He growled, a low and primal sound deep in his chest. I shuddered with desire, reaching for the zipper of my dress. As I tugged it down my curves, it pooled to my feet, leaving me completely exposed. “Tonight, I want to please you,” I whispered.
“You please me every night, Daisy.” Brick stepped towards me, and I took one back, keeping distance between us for another moment, and raised my hand to stop him.
“That’s not what I meant. I want you to teach me how to please you. With my mouth.” The request sounded foreign to my ears, even a little dirty, and I blushed, swallowing hard. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he turned me down now.
His eyes flared, and he slowly backed up to the couch and sat down. “On your knees, Daisy,” he whispered hoarsely.
Slowly, I lowered myself until my knees were pressed onto the cold wooden floor. Taking a deep breath, I waited for the next command.
“Crawl to me, Daisy. Slowly. I want to watch your body moving towards me. I want to see those tits swaying with every movement. I want to see that ass high in the hair. Aw, fuck, that’s a good girl. Crawl to me.”
Just the idea of what was in store for me had me soaking wet. I crossed over the expensive rug, my nails digging into the fabric, and I stopped between his knees. “Undo my pants. Take me out, Daisy.”
Teasingly, I moved my hands up his thighs. His muscles rippled under my touch, leaving me with the sensation of feeling powerful. Undoing his belt, I stared up at Brick, at my master. Was I doing it right? I wanted to see the approval in his eyes, but they were closed, and his jaw was clenched.
I was doing this to him.
I’d never felt like this before. The control. The pleasure. I hadn’t even touched his cock yet, but it was clear that Brick would probably give me anything I might ask for in this moment, in order to urge me to continue.
My freedom and the money. I could tell him that I’d wrap my lips around him and do whatever he told me to do as long as he let me walk away tonight with money in hand—and he’d agree.
But I didn’t want to leave.
With his pants undone, I pulled out his thick cock. He was hard as steel and pulsed in my hands. “Squeeze it, Daisy. Gently. Rub your thumb over the tip. You feel that? That’s for you, Daisy.”
I spread his pre-cum over the tip and leaned over him. His hands fisted in my hair, but he didn’t push or pull. He just massaged me encouragingly, and I lowered my mouth over him.
His moan filled the space around us. Every cell in me wanted to please him. It wasn’t just because he was the first man that I’d ever touched like this; it was more. There was something about him. Something that sang to me.
As I slid my tongue over his cock, stroked him and sucked, I paid attention to every gasp and muscle spasm. I learned what he liked, listened to what he wanted.
“Take me as much as you can, Daisy,” he told me.
I listened to his command, letting his cock hit the back of my throat and loving the way he shuddered, before trailing my tongue back to the tip.
“Touch my balls too,” he added, moaning as my hand trailed lower. I massaged them while licking his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip.
“Fuck,” was all he could say.
I pumped his dick again, squeezing tight, while I took him all the way in my mouth again and sucked. Every moan drove me to do more and more.
“God, Daisy,” Brick said on a groan. “Keep going, baby. Just like that.”
And I did. My pussy dripped as my own desire built. I never thought doing this could give me such pleasure too. I moaned against his cock, the sound reverberating against him. His hand fisted in my hair, gathering it in his hold but not pulling it or moving me.
I ached for more, for him inside of me again, but at the same time I wanted to do this. To learn how to please him with just my mouth.
Brick’s thighs trembled as I sucked harder, my head bobbing up and down in his lap over and over again, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long for him.
He never stopped talking to me. “Daisy,” he grunted. “God, I’m going to cum, baby. Will you swallow it? Please. For me?”
I hummed a ‘yes’ and he groaned again. Brick’s hips rocked in rhythm with my mouth, faster and faster until he was moaning my name and his hot cum filled my mouth, salty and warm but not unpleasant.
“Daisy,” he said, grunting and repeating my name as his orgasm crashed over him, consumed him. “Daisy.”
I swallowed and slowly released him, but before I could orient myself, Brick was lifting me and pulling me up into his lap. His lips were on mine as he kissed me hard and deep.
“Was that good, Master?” I whispered, smiling when the kiss ended.
“That was so good, baby. So good,” he groaned as he flipped me over on the couch. “Now I’m going to make you feel good. I’ve wanted my mouth on this pussy all night.”
My pulse jumped as he pressed his lips to the side of my throat before moving lower on my body. His lips skimmed over the crests of my breasts and down my abdomen until he roughly spread my legs and slid his tongue over me.
“Already wet for me, I see,” Brick said with a smiling growl. My legs shivered under his touch, his fingers dipping into me. He looked up at me and licked them while I watched. My pussy craved him, needed him. My hips shifted, begging for more.
A gasp escaped me as his tongue licked over my clit and his fingers dove into me once again. Over and over again he thrusted them into me while sucking on my clit, licking and teeth gently grazing.
My pussy pulsed, so close already, so wound up from giving him head and the few touches from him. Brick’s free hand reached up and took my right breast in his firm grasp. He massaged it as he continued plunging his fingers in and out of me until I was arching off the couch, shattering into a million pieces. I cried out, twisting under him as my orgasm took control of me. It reached higher and higher, filling me with ecstasy. I bit my lip, muffling my moans.
“Don’t hold back on me,” Brick said, his fingers still pushing into me. “I want to hear you.”
I gave him what he wanted, letting myself cry out completely, at the mercy of his touch. If I had all the power before, it had been lost, given over to Brick instead—and I loved it just as much.
My climax crashed, ebbing away as Brick continued to lick me gently until I came back to my senses. “Brick,” I whimpered, satisfied yet still craving something more. “I need you.”
“I’m right here.” He slid back up my body, and his erection pressed against my leg.
“Already?”
“Every time that I think of you,” he admitted as he kissed me. Wrapping my arms around him, I held on for dear life as he slid inside me. Hard and deep. Even without saying a word, he knew exactly what I wanted.
“This is what you to do me, Daisy,” he groaned. “Ah, fuck. You feel so good. So good, baby. I just can’t get enough.”
I knew exactly how he felt. I couldn’t get enough either, and as he drove me higher and higher, I wondered where we were going to go from here.
Chapter Eighteen
Brick
“What are you doing?” I raised an eyebrow at Daisy. She was hovering over the kitchen counter, working on something, but whirled around with a guilty look on her face. Dressed in one of my shirts and nothing else, she was the most beautiful thing that I’d laid eyes on.
“Making breakfast,” she admitted. I moved to the left, and she deftly turned her body and shook her head. “You’re not supposed to be down here yet. I thought we might eat in bed.”
“An alluring thought, but it’s noon. Breakfast time is long past.”
“Breakfast food can be eaten during any time of the day,” she said defiantly. I inched around her a little more, but she refused to
let me see. “It’s supposed to be a surprise. Go take a shower or something.”
“Are you implying that the things we did last night…and this morning were dirty and that I need a shower?” I teased. She immediately blushed. “If that’s the case, then you need a shower as well because we did all those things together.”
“I’m starting to get the idea that you don’t think I’m a good cook,” she laughed.
“It has nothing to do with my belief or disbelief in your cooking. I happen to be very hungry, but not for food.” I touched the hem of the shirt she wore. “It must have something to do with you wearing this.”
I liked seeing her in my shirt. I liked waking up next to her. I was starting to like everything about her.
Sex with her last night and this morning had been like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I’d never felt so connected with anyone in my life. This month wasn’t just a contract with a submissive, but something more.
“Wait.” Frowning, I looked over her head. “Is that a pizza? I thought that you were making breakfast.”
Her whole face flooded with disappointment. “I wanted it to be a surprise!”
“Trust me. I’m surprised.”
“It’s a breakfast pizza. At least, it will be if you let me finish. You eat all these fancy foods, so I thought you might like something simple but still delicious.” She pushed gently at my chest. “But you have to let me finish.”
I was about to capture those pouty lips in a kiss, but my buzzing intercom interrupted us. Suddenly, I remembered my date this weekend. “Shit,” I muttered. “Pizza will have to wait. Go put some clothes on. We’ve got company.”
“Who?”
“Now, Daisy,” I snapped without meaning to. Daisy face fell and I immediately felt bad, but she scurried away to her room.
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