Daisy and the Dead

by Bale, Sarah

  He struck me so hard I felt the vibration against his own body, but it only made me want more.

  My voice was hoarse with raw need as I said, “Nine.”

  Suddenly, he stood and I tumbled onto the floor. I stared up at him as his chest rose and fell. Silently I begged him to finish what he’d started. I was so close…

  “Get up.”

  I scrambled to my feet. He nodded his head toward the closed door to the right of us.

  “Go shower. You smell like shit.”

  My overheated body could barely process his words as he strolled from the room. There was a soft click and I realized he’d locked the door. I tried the door and hit it in frustration. What in the fuck just happened?

  Cursing, I went to the bathroom, surprised to see how big it was. I was reminded of my high school locker room with the eggshell blue tiles that lined the floor and walls. There was a floor length mirror and I went to stand in front of it, gasping at my reflection. My cheeks darkened.

  No wonder he’d shoved me away and left. I did look like fucking shit. Wracking my brain I tried to remember the last time I’d even seen a mirror, but couldn’t pinpoint a time. Months? Maybe even a year?

  I looked at myself, as he would see me. Filthy blonde hair that looked dull. Sunken in cheeks with one that was now bruising thanks to Red. Light skin covered in grime that couldn’t be removed from sponge baths. I pulled off my shirt and bra, letting them fall to the floor. My breasts were still full even if my stomach was flat from hunger and I ran my thumb over a nipple, air hissing from my lips.

  Turning, I glanced at my backside. Unsurprisingly my skin wore several shades of red. I was going to be in some serious pain tomorrow, but all I could think about was how damn good it’d felt when he spanked me. I’d never had this kind of reaction to a man before, for several reasons, and I wished my mother were there to talk to. She’d know what to say.

  Pushing aside thoughts of her, I opened one of the cabinets and found it stocked with various toiletries. I grabbed a bottle of my favorite shampoo and nearly cried as I opened it and inhaled. Rummaging some more I found shaving cream and a new razor. Moving to the other cabinet I did cry. There was an unopened toothbrush and I clutched it to my chest. A tube of toothpaste sat next to it. This was freaking heaven.

  I pulled a white terrycloth towel and washcloth from a metal rack and took all my items over to the shower. Inside the shower there was a blue loofah. Was it his? Well, I was going to use it and have no regrets. Turning the water on I moaned when the hot water hit my fingertips. I’m not sure how long I stood there like that, but steam began to fill the room.

  I removed my panties and tried to ignore the wet spot as I put them with my shirt and bra. I stepped into the shower without turning the temperature down on the water. The hot drops hit my skin like needles and I closed my eyes as I swallowed down a sob. How was it possible for luxuries like this to still be around?

  Taking a deep breath I reached for the shaving cream and razor. It might be silly to shave my legs, but since I didn’t know what Sir had in store for me then at least I’d go down feeling like a fucking lady. I finished my legs without too many nicks and moved to my bikini line and then armpits.

  When I was satisfied with the results I grabbed the loofah and squirted body wash onto it. I lathered it up, inhaling the spicy scent. My stomach tightened as I realized it was the same scent of Sir. I washed my skin until all the dirt and grime went down the drain in a soapy swirl.

  Adding more soap I began a second pass. Each time I inhaled I could feel the bite of the belt on my skin causing me to shudder. When the loofah brushed my nipple I moaned. His hand was so much bigger than mine and I wondered how it would feel on my body. Pressing my head against the tile, I moved my hand lower.

  The loofah glided with ease down the flat plane of my stomach. Dropping the sponge, I ran my soapy fingers through the remainders of my pubic hair until I reached my clit. I flicked the sensitive bud, knowing this was the closest thing I’d get to satisfaction tonight. And it had been so long since I’d been able to feel pleasure…

  I was touching myself when there was rap on the door.

  “Daisy.”

  I pulled my hand back as if I’d been caught misbehaving and answered, “Yes, Sir?”

  “I’m coming in.”

  I hastily picked the loofah from the shower floor, returning it to the hook. Damn, why wasn’t there a door or a curtain on the shower? He entered and I was surprised to see his hair was damp and he wore clean jeans and a white t-shirt. He paused as his gaze moved from my face and down my body in a slow assessment. I coughed, trying to hide my embarrassment.

  “You haven’t washed your hair yet. Turn around.”

  Gulping air into my lungs, I turned my back to him as he reached around me to get the shampoo bottle. The lid made a clicking sound as it popped open. A moment later his hands moved against my scalp. I shivered at his touch, which felt so good. His strong fingers worked the shampoo through the tangled mess of my hair and massaged my scalp.

  I leaned back as he washed my hair. It was a strange moment for me, letting a man I didn’t know perform such an intimate act. But it also felt right. I wasn’t in danger, or not any that I knew of. In fact, this was the safest I’d felt in months.

  “Put your head under the water.”

  I did as he asked, closing my eyes as the water hit my scalp.

  “I used your loofah,” I murmured.

  I’m not sure what possessed me to utter the words. Maybe it was because I was feeling so damn relaxed.

  “Did you now? My, oh my Daisy. What will I do with you?”

  6

  He pushed me so I was facing away from him and shut the water off. I was about to open my mouth when he traced one of the belt marks on the back of my thigh. Goosebumps danced across my skin. His hand moved to my hip and then around my waist, settling on my stomach. I quivered beneath his touch.

  His other hand pushed my wet hair across my left shoulder and my head titled the same way. Hot breath hit my exposed neck right before lips touched my skin. I exhaled and he pulled me closer against his body.

  “Did you like being spanked, Daisy?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He nipped my earlobe and I jumped at the spark of pleasure I felt. He caressed my stomach and until I relaxed against him, though my heart still raced.

  “I liked it, too,” he said as he nibbled from my ear back down my neck. “Were you touching yourself before I came in here?”

  I shook my head, and felt the pleasurable pain of his teeth sinking into my neck.

  Shit. Caught in a lie. “No, Sir, I wasn’t. I… I was about to, though.”

  His pressed him palm against my stomach where the fire he’d started earlier was starting to rage again. Slowly, he moved his hand lower.

  “And whose hand were you imagining? A lover? Husband?”

  “N-no. I have no one.”

  “Whose hand, Daisy?”

  “Yours, Sir.”

  He made a sound in the back of his throat. A growl. Possessive. Just what I imagined him doing.

  “And what was my hand doing? This?”

  His cupped my mound before slipping a finger into the wet folds. I gasped.

  “Or this?”

  He rubbed his thumb over my clit and I shuddered.

  “That.”

  He rolled the nub between his fingers and my head fell back against his chest. As he toyed with me his other hand moved to my breasts. My body jerked when he flicked my nipple and clit at the same time and my stomach tightened with pleasure.

  Needing more I jerked against his hand. He let out a throaty hum into my neck.

  “Do you like that, Daisy?”

  I repeated the motion harder this time. “Yes, Sir.”

  He rewarded my obedience with another flick at my clit, and then spun me around. “What about what I like?”

  His eyes flickered with desire and he licked his full bottom lip.


  Arousal flooded my sex and drowned his fingers. He brought them to his lips and sucked. I could have died right there.

  “What do you like, Sir?”

  He continued to tease my body until I was panting. My pelvis rocked against his fingers, trying to find a release. I was frantic in my movements, but his were slow and calculated. He inserted a finger inside me and I moaned.

  “How long has it been, Daisy?”

  “How long?” I echoed.

  “Since you’ve been with a man?” A second finger was added and my mouth went dry. “Don’t make me ask again.”

  “I… I…”

  Hot breath hit my neck beneath my ear and I shivered.

  “Daisy,” he warned.

  There was no way I could tell him the truth. He’d never believe me, not with the way I was acting right now. Anger radiated from him and I wondered if he’d strike a woman. Something told me I was about to find out.

  “When I ask a question, you answer. No if’s, and’s, or but’s. Do you understand?”

  The warmth I’d felt mere seconds ago was quickly disappearing.

  “Y…yes, Sir.”

  “When was the last time?”

  I met his dark gaze and inhaled.

  “Never. I’m a virgin.”

  Sir practically dragged me from the bathroom and pushed me toward the bed where fresh clothes were now waiting.

  “Get dressed. I’ll be back.”

  He stormed from the room and my eyes filled with tears. How humiliating! But he hadn’t asked if I was lying. How did he know I wasn’t? Could he read people that well or did he trust me? My hands trembled as I pushed my damp hair from my face. It was laughable to still be a virgin, but it wasn’t exactly an easy subject to broach with people during an apocalypse.

  And the one person other than Sir that I’d told had died, so it didn’t matter. Sighing, I picked up the black t-shirt from the bed. It might actually fit. The bra and underwear would definitely fit. Had he guessed my size or just slept with enough women that he knew?

  I put the black undergarments on and slipped the shirt over my head. It was a little tight, clinging to my breasts, but it would work. The jeans were a perfect fit as I slid them on. He hadn’t left shoes, so I went back to the bathroom to find a brush. I untangled my hair and braided it.

  One of the biggest things I still missed was a blow dryer. My hair was naturally wavy and without the help of a dryer it was a mess unless I pulled it up. So braids had become a way of life. I went back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed to wait for Sir.

  A moment later there was a knock and a woman’s voice on the other side said, “I’m leaving a tray. When you’re finished put it back out here. Boss said he’ll get you in the morning.”

  I waited a moment before opening the door. An older woman walked away, shoes squeaking on the tiles as she left. I wanted to call after her and ask where Sir was, but I knew I wouldn’t get any answers. I picked the tray from the floor and closed the door.

  Judging by the green plastic dome that covered the plate this building had definitely been a hospital before. I sat on the floor. I didn’t know what kind of rules Sir might have about eating on a bed and I really didn’t want to find out.

  I removed the plastic dome and deliciousness slammed me in the face. Veggies. Meat. A hot buttered roll. At the camp we ate whatever we found, including squirrels and rodents. Tentatively I tasted a bite and my eyes watered. It was chicken! How in the hell did they still have this?

  I tried to eat slowly and savor my meal, but come on… I practically inhaled the food. My stomach ached from being so full, but I had no regrets. Meeting Sir was the best thing that’d happened to me. I had clean clothes, I’d showered, and now I’d had the best damn meal ever.

  Yawning, I stood and carried the tray back to the hallway. Since Sir wasn’t coming back I was going to enjoy another luxury. I was going to brush my teeth and then go to sleep in a real bed. I opened the dresser drawer and found a pair of boxers. Those would do nicely to sleep in.

  I padded to the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush and put paste on it. Defuzzing the gunk from my teeth was heaven sent. I then pulled off my jeans and panties, folding them as I walked back into the bedroom and slipped into the boxers. I sat my clothes neatly on top of the dresser and unhooked my bra, pulling it from under my shirt.

  This might be the last time I slept without fear of zombies stumbling upon me and I was going to live it up. The three gates and building I was now in would keep me safe, unlike sleeping next to a campfire. I pulled back the blanket and top sheet and then flipped off the light. I all but ran and dived onto the bed, setting in the center.

  Sir’s spicy scent surrounded me and it was a delicious kind of torture. What would he do if I touched myself there, in his bed? Would be spank me again? I grinned, despite myself.

  As much as I wanted to test the theory, I yawned. In the battle between sexy time and sleep, sleep won out. I rolled to my side. Sir promised not to make any decisions about me until I’d had a good night’s sleep and I wasn’t going to waste that opportunity.

  The door opened and slammed shut. Oh shit.

  7

  I was still as Sir went to the bathroom and turned on the light, closing the door. The shower turned on a moment later. My heart skipped a few beats and I tried in vain to slow my breathing, which only made it worse. Why was he back? Where had he gone? And what in the heck was he going to say when he realized I was wearing his boxers? The thoughts assaulted my brain and I turned my back to the door, as if that would help stop them.

  The bathroom door opened and Sir walked toward the bed. I stilled, praying he’d think I was still asleep. The mattress dipped as he sat and I felt the heat from his body.

  “How in the fuck are you still a virgin?”

  This made my eyes open and I turned at the waist so I could see him.

  “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

  “Oh, I disagree and you would’ve to when I rammed my dick inside of you.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “For fuck’s sake, no amount of clit licks would’ve been enough for me to fuck you the way I want.”

  My stomach fluttered.

  “Is that what was about to happen?” My voice sounded breathless to my own ears.

  Even in the dark I could see the scowl on his face.

  “Yeah.”

  I decided to be bold. “I liked what was happening.”

  “That’s the problem with virgins.”

  “Oh, so you have a lot of experience with them?”

  “Daisy,” he warned.

  “Well, what were your goals?”

  He snorted. “Really? It wasn’t obvious?”

  I moistened my lips with my tongue. “What I mean is was it going to be a one-time thing or…”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “I had you pegged as the type who was always three steps ahead.”

  “That’s usually accurate.”

  “But there’s something about me that you can’t resist.”

  “Something like that.”

  Oh wow. So the feeling was mutual?

  “Do you know what you’re going to do with me tomorrow?”

  “The single women stay together in the old conference room where they’re better protected. I was thinking about sending you to them.”

  My chest tightened. I didn’t want to leave him, which was weird since I’d just met him.

  “Are there any other options?”

  “No.”

  Ah hell, might as well dig my grave.

  “What about staying here?”

  “Women don’t stay here, especially virgins.”

  “Well, I can’t change the fact that I’m a female, but we can definitely change the other part.”

  He grunted. “Again I ask, how in the fuck are you still a virgin?”

  “I’d just turned twenty-one when the virus began to spread and before that I was focused on school. Not a big deal.�
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  “Okay, but how do you explain it now? My men said your camp was mostly males. Surely someone was sniffing around your skirts.”

  I shook my head. They hadn’t. I’d overheard some of them saying they thought I was a lesbian because I didn’t return their looks, but I’d pretended not to see them. The reality was I wanted my first time to mean something. And if it wasn’t with someone I loved, then it might as well be with this sexy man before me.

  Inhaling, I said, “When the world wasn’t ending I wanted sex to mean something. But no one wants to die a virgin. Not when a sexy as sin man is lying in bed, staring at me in a way that makes me want something unknown--”

  “Do you know what you’re offering, Daisy? I’m a demanding man. I take what I want, when I want it.”

  I nodded.

  “Lift your shirt so I can see your tits.”

  My heart pounded and I felt warm. I lay on my back and tugged my shirt up until cool air caressed my skin. My breath hitched as he stared down at me.

  “Has anyone ever touched you here,” he asked as he ran a finger over my nipple.

  “Only you, earlier.”

  His eyes were bright. “I like hearing that.”

  And I liked pleasing him, so we were even. He cupped my breast and dipped his head, latching onto my nipple. I gasped as he tugged on the budding bead with his teeth before kissing it. My god. I’d been kissed before, but having the same act performed on my breast was so erotic that I shuddered.

  He kneaded my other breast with his free hand and my stomach tightened. His head lifted and hovered above me before performing the same acts on the opposite breast. His tongue felt magical, swirling and teasing. I moaned and arched into him needing more. He kept lavishing my breasts with attention, but his hand moved lower until he reached the band of the boxers I wore.

  He lifted his head and looked down. “Are those mine?”

  My heart thudded. “Yes, Sir.”

  He grunted and slipped his hand beneath the band. “I’ll allow it this time.”

  I held my breath as he traced a path from my hipbone downward. When he touched my core I exhaled loudly. His gaze met mine before he latched onto my breast again. This time his fingers mimicked what his mouth did and I came undone.