Daisy and the Dead

by Bale, Sarah

  I’m not saying he gave me the best orgasm of my life, because I’d given myself some pretty good ones. But… when I came, I cried out a series of incoherent words while my pussy clenched around his fingers. He never stopped his assault, though, and the stirrings of another orgasms started before the first finished.

  “Did you like that, Daisy?”

  I nodded, unable to speak. He kissed down my neck, between my breasts- a painstakingly tender disparity to the way he stroked my clit.

  “Good. Because I’m about to fuck your sweet little cunt with my mouth.”

  He tugged the boxers down my legs and tossed them to the side. I watched in a lust-filled haze, wanting more. He moved lower on the mattress and put one of my legs over his shoulder. He pushed my other leg so I was spread open for his pleasure, but, oh, how I liked it, too.

  “Ah. You’re so fucking wet. I’m dying to taste you. Shall I, Daisy?”

  My voice was breathless. “Yes, Sir. Oh… please.”

  He lifted my ass from the mattress. I jumped when his beard rubbed against my inner thigh, tickling my skin. And then I felt his hot breath against my opening before he licked it, swirling his tongue around until I was thrusting against his face.

  “Oh, god,” I moaned.

  Having his mouth on my breasts was only a prelude to this. My head rolled to the side and I knew I’d never be the same again. He was going to own a piece of me and I was gladly giving it to him. He sucked on my clit and tugged it with his teeth. The sound that left my lips was matched with a sound of his own.

  My short breaths filled the room and my stomach tightened, on fire with desire. Sir suddenly pulled back and I looked at him, confused.

  “I can tell you’re close to coming.”

  I nodded and he stood. Was he going to walk away as he’d done when he spanked me? Oh god, please no. I pressed my thighs together, trying to hold onto the orgasm. He smiled and pulled his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans.

  “Take your shirt off.”

  I’d forgotten it was still bunched above my breasts and I took it off, tossing it onto the floor. Sir took off his boxers and my mouth literally watered. His tanned body was athletic, narrowing at his hips. And his cock… oh my. It jutted up toward his stomach and my own body quivered at the sight.

  He stroked it. “So, this is what you want?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And you’re willing to give me your virginity?”

  “Yes.”

  He settled over me and nudged my legs apart with his knee.

  “I won’t promise you a happily ever after.”

  I reached up and caressed his cheek. “I know.”

  He stared at me and I became lost in the dark depths.

  “Kiss me.”

  I raised my head and pressed my lips against his. He stilled when I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I might’ve been a virgin, but I sure knew how to kiss. A little groan escaped his mouth. I smiled, victorious. He let me set the pace for a moment longer before taking over, his skills putting mine to shame.

  I was soon breathless and dizzy and begging for more. His hands were everywhere and I arched into him. His hand moved lower until it was between our most private parts. He broke the kiss, watching me before entering me in a quick thrust. I gasped at the loss of my virginity, my eyes watering.

  He was still and then began kissing me again. I wiggled my bottom, trying to become comfortable with this new stretching sensation. He lifted my leg so it wrapped around his waist. I gasped at the jolt of pleasure I felt, arching into him. His growl of approval unlocked something inside of me and the pain I’d felt before turned into something hot and hungry.

  He guided my movements with his palm on my hip. We found our rhythm until we were both breathless. Sweat slicked down his back and I licked his neck, savoring the salty taste. He nipped back, playful, but possessive. His thrusts became more frantic and then he stilled as he came. I tightened, pulling him deeper, savoring every hard inch.

  When he finished, he pulled out and stared at me. His eyes were stormy with emotion, but a moment later the look was gone. He left the bed and went to the bathroom. While he was gone I tried to process how I felt. Disappointed was the only word I could think of. Sir came out with a wet washcloth.

  He tossed it at me and said, “Clean yourself up and then we can go to sleep.”

  My mouth fell open. Okay… a few more words were coming to mind now. Fucking asshole!

  I used the rag and wiped myself down, trying to ignore how the musky smell made my stomach tighten. When I was finished I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. I gasped, pain rippling through my insides. Holy crap. I bit my lip, determined not to let that asshole see he hurt me.

  Ignoring the pain, and Sir, I went to the bathroom and rinsed the rag out and then used the toilet. The blood left on the toilet paper surprised me. My eyes filled tears and I tried to blink them away. After twenty-four years of waiting this is what it amounted to- some blood on fucking toilet paper. Maybe dying a virgin would’ve been a better option. Then I wouldn’t feel so… hollow. Let down. Disgusted. Hurt.

  I washed my hands and went back to the bedroom where Sir was already lying in the bed. Glaring at him I slipped under the covers and noticed there was a towel covering the spot where we’d had sex. That was considerate of him, at least.

  He glanced over his shoulder and said, “You can change the sheets tomorrow. Good night.”

  I rolled so my back was to his and hid a smile when my foot ‘accidentally’ slipped, kicking him in the thigh. Closing my eyes, I tried to sleep. There was no telling what in the hell I was going to face in the morning.

  8

  The room was empty when I woke, so I got out of bed and slipped my clothes on from the night before. This time there was a pair of black boots by the door and I put them on, too. My stomach grumbled and I peeked into the hallway to see if there was a tray waiting for me. There wasn’t.

  On top of being hungry my body was also sore. My muscles ached as if I’d just been fucked for the first time. Oh… wait…

  I glared at the bed.

  The door opened and Sir strolled in looking oh-so-sexy in black pants and a grey shirt. And very well rested.

  “Come on.”

  Wow. Well, hello to you as well.

  “You look like you slept good.”

  He glanced over his shoulder. “I did, despite being kicked all night.”

  I batted my eyelashes. “Did I do that? Sorry.” Under my breath I muttered, “Not sorry.”

  His eyebrow lifted. “Come again.”

  “You were an asshole last night. I hope you realize that.”

  “I did as you asked, Daisy. I took your virginity.”

  I shoved past him into the hallway. “Yeah. You most certainly did.”

  He sighed and led me through the tiled maze until we reached two double doors with a Cafeteria sign above it.

  “Did this used to be a hospital,” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.

  He nodded. “Yeah.”

  “How did you find it?”

  “Just lucky that way,” he answered before opening the door.

  The room full of people sitting at tables grew silent when he entered. There was a section of women and I wondered if they were the ones who Sir had wanted me to stay with. Again, the blonde glared at me much as she’d done the night before.

  Sir led me to a line and people stepped out of the way, letting him walk to the front. We reached the hot food and my stomach growled when I smelled bacon.

  I leaned in to him and questioned in a low tone, “How in the fuck do you still have bacon?”

  He grinned. “I’ll show you after we eat. And we only have bacon on Mondays.”

  Well la-dee-dah. I hadn’t had bacon in about three years. Sir ordered first and I realized the woman serving was the same woman who’d brought my tray last night. When he got his food, he took his tray and walked to a table.

&n
bsp; The woman smiled at me. “You look better this morning. Must’ve gotten a good nights rest.”

  Her eyes twinkled and I found myself smiling back.

  “This place is pretty awesome.” I held my hand out and said, “I’m Daisy, by the way.”

  She reached over the hot line and shook my hand. “I’m Bertha, but you can call me Aunt B. Everyone else around here does.”

  “Nice to meet you, Aunt B.”

  “Better order. Boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

  I glanced over my shoulder and saw Sir sitting at a table staring in our direction. I told Aunt B what I wanted and she piled food on my plate. I waved and then walked toward Sir. When I reached the table I started to pull out the chair, but he stopped me.

  “Did I say you could eat here?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Ask me, Daisy.”

  Oh, for the love of god! I had half a mind to go to another table and sit, but there was no telling what he’d do.

  Gritting my teeth, I asked, “Sir, may I please sit with you and enjoy a nice meal?”

  His eyes narrowed. “Lose the attitude.”

  “Is that a yes, or shall I find somewhere else to sit?”

  I made a point of looking around. He pushed the chair out with his foot and I sat, biting back a smile, before he could change his mind.

  I lifted my fork. “Is it okay to eat or do I need permission for each bite?”

  “Daisy…”

  I grinned and dug into the scrambled eggs on my plate. Next, I ate a piece of homemade bread covered in jam. Sir watched me while I stuffed my face.

  “What,” I asked wiping crumbs from my lips.

  “How was your camp surviving? My men said there were minimal food supplies.”

  “Clearly we were doing a bad job, since two of your men were able to take out nine of them.”

  “So this is the first time you’ve had a real meal?”

  “Technically, last night was.” At his look I went on, “It’s not as bad as it sounds. We scrounged up what we could.”

  I was lying through my teeth. There were nights where my body hurt so bad from hunger that I contemplated taking my own life. No one ever told me that true hunger was more than a growling stomach.

  Sir watched me and I picked up a piece of bacon. When I bit into it I moaned. Loudly. Enough that people snickered at me, but I didn’t care.

  “I’m not sure what kind of sorcery you’re using to get this bacon but I approve, Sir.”

  “No magic. Just good old farming.”

  I nodded and shoved another piece into my mouth. Sir picked up a piece from his plate and dropped it on mine before taking a bite of bread.

  “How long were you with them?”

  “Not long,” I replied.

  He clicked his tongue at me and I sighed.

  “Maybe three months. I’d need my notebook to tell you for sure.”

  “Notebook?”

  “Yeah, it was in a green canvas messenger bag along with a few photos. I’ve been keeping track of the days since the virus outbreak.”

  “Well, we’ll have to see if it turns up.” He pointed to my plate. “Finish eating and I’ll show you around.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice and cleaned my plate. When we were done, Sir showed me where to put my empty tray. He then led me out a different set of doors than the ones we’d entered through.

  “The hospital is basically three big squares,” he said as we walked. “If you get lost you’ll eventually find your way to the cafeteria and can reorient yourself.”

  “How many people are here?”

  “Inside the hospital there are about fifty of us. Then there’s the residential area you saw yesterday. Outside of that there are several more locations where my men stay.”

  “So what you’re telling me is, you’re kind of a big deal?”

  I poked him in the side and he laughed. I tried to play it cool, but hearing his deep laugh made me happier than it should.

  “Something like that.”

  “How do you determine who stays here?”

  “My most loyal men are here. The ones with families are in the homes. And the ones who work for me are spread out.”

  “And you keep the single women here?”

  “Yes, because it’s safer. Plus, my closest men are allowed first choice when looking for a spouse.”

  I snorted. “How kind of you.”

  “There are worse things that could happen to a woman, Daisy.”

  “And what if she doesn’t want to be with the man?”

  “I’m not a complete asshole. If she’s truly unhappy with him I won’t make her stay. But so far every couple has worked out.”

  I was silent for a moment and then asked, “So, is that what’s going to happen to me when you tire of me?”

  “Probably.”

  Well, at least he was honest. I crossed my arms over my chest and followed him outside trying to ignore the sick feeling that made my stomach feel like it weighed a ton.

  We stood at the back of the hospital, but it was like walking into an old farming village. Chickens walked around, clucking happily as they pecked at things in the grass. A cow mooed from the large barn and I heard a goat bleating.

  “We built it six months after the outbreak,” Sir said as he led me toward the barn. “And luckily there was enough free land behind the hospital that we were able to harvest a crop the first year.”

  Sure enough behind the barn was a field with what looked like corn and wheat. Several people were out there working and I wondered how people were assigned chores.

  “Since fall is setting in, we’ve already harvested the vegetables and canned them to get us through winter.”

  “That’s impressive.”

  He shrugged. “What we don’t have my men will find for me. It’s part of the price they pay to live here.”

  “And if they don’t?”

  He met my gaze. “They die.”

  My stomach felt heavy. So this is how things were?

  9

  Sir took me back inside and led me to the front lobby. The single women sat in chairs and on the floors. Aunt B was there, too, and smiled at me.

  Sir said to her, “Show Daisy what her chores will be. I’ll be back by dinner.”

  Without saying a word to me he left. I resisted rolling my eyes and turned to Aunt B, smiling. She patted the empty spot next to her and so I sat.

  “On Mondays I assign everyone their duties for the week. They vary from cleaning the barn to cleaning the public areas. We also have set job duties, such delivering laundry.”

  “Do the women ever go out with the men?”

  Aunt B shook her head. “No, it’s too dangerous. We are allowed time in the gym though, when it’s not busy.”

  I was starting to get the picture here. Women weren’t viewed as equals. That was really a step back for me. Every camp I’d been apart of had let women and men share tasks.

  Aunt B said, “Since you’re new I’ll let you shadow me this week. Then next week I’ll assign you a chore with the others.”

  The blonde woman who was constantly glaring at me muttered something under her breath.

  “What was that, Marianne? I didn’t hear you.”

  Marianne replied, “I said it must be nice not to have to work.”

  “Are you implying that I don’t work?” Aunt B stood and the women stopped talking amongst themselves to listen.

  Marianne sighed. “No ma’am, that’s not what I meant.”

  “I know what you meant and how dare you question my word. By questioning me, you’re questioning Boss. Got it?”

  Marianne lowered her head and nodded. A few of the women gave her sympathetic looks, but most of them looked pleased that she’d been put in her place.

  Aunt B said, “You all know your duties. Get out of here before I assign you to the barns.”

  The women left in different directions, some in groups of twos and threes. Aunt B
motioned for me to follow her and we walked until we reached the cafeteria.

  “Sorry about that. Marianne has a stick up her butt when it comes to the Boss’ new ladies.”

  My stomach sank. Maybe that’s where the room full of single women came from? I hated the surge of jealously that swept through my body like wild fire.

  “Oh, so he goes through a lot of women?”

  “More than his fair share, but I think that goes with the territory. When you’re at the top people will do anything to be at your side.”

  But what about those who he found and brought back? I wanted to ask, but also didn’t know this woman well enough to be so bold.

  Instead I asked, “Should I be worried about her?”

  “No, I don’t think so.”

  Aunt B then proceeded to walk me around the hospital, showing me the different chores that I’d eventually be doing. Some of the women said hello, but most ignored me. As we walked Aunt B told me a little about herself.

  “I was in Tulsa when the virus outbreak began. My husband, god bless his soul, fell quickly. He couldn’t get it through his thick skull that the infected couldn’t be saved.”

  “How did you end up here?”

  “I had a daughter and son-in-law in Mustang. When I got there I discovered they hadn’t made it. Boss found me walking down a street and offered me sanctuary. Couldn’t say no to that. What about you? I heard they found you at a camp they overtook.”

  I nodded. “Yeah. I wasn’t with that camp very long.”

  Aunt B led me down another hallway into an old waiting room. She sat and patted the spot next to her.

  “Where were you before that?”

  I hesitated. Rehashing old memories could be dangerous.

  “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

  “It’s a long story that doesn’t have a happy ending.” Inhaling I said, “I’d just turned twenty-one and my parents sent me to New York City for a vacation with my cousin who lived there. While I was there the virus began to spread.”

  And the next few weeks had been a hellish nightmare that seemed unreal at the time. Looters filled the streets, taking anything they could. Riots broke out. Public transportation halted and cell phones stopped working. My cousin and I stayed in her apartment until food began to run low.