by Cathryn Cade
Call me Petal, she begged silently. He was still angry. Maybe he wouldn’t accept her apology at all. But she walked forward slowly, until she was a few feet from his chair.
“I came to apologize,” she said. “I realize now that I was wrong to doubt you, and I…I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for the things I said too.”
He looked down, quirking his lips as if considering her words. Daisy waited, her heart pounding so hard she was surprised he couldn’t hear it in the quiet room.
“The thing is, pe—Daisy,” he said, fingering a leather seam on the arm of his recliner. “That hurt like hell, to have you screaming at me from your doorstep, in front of half your neighborhood. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a scene.” He cast her a dark look. “That kind of scene, anyhow.”
Daisy nodded quickly, hope beating its fragile wings in her chest. He’d nearly called her Petal. Maybe this could work after all.
With trembling fingers, she untied the belt of her coat. His gaze fell to her hands.
“I really am sorry,” she said.
He narrowed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth drew in. “How sorry?”
It was now or never. She let the belt drop and pulled her coat open. It slid off her bare shoulders, down her arms and hit the carpet around her feet in a soft whoosh. She stood there in nothing but the thong and her strappy black sandals.
“This sorry,” she said and knelt at his feet.
He stared down at her. Slowly, not missing an inch, his gaze travelled up over her bare body, lingering for a long, long moment on her breasts. Finally, when she was about to break, about to grab the coat and wrap it around her, scurry for the door, he looked up into her eyes. Every part of her zinged to attention at the look in his eyes. Here was her dom, demanding her compliance, her submission.
“Sorry enough to wear that to the club…for me?”
She gulped. And then found her courage somewhere and nodded. “If you want me to.”
His hands clenched on the arms of his chair. He took a deep breath, and his eyes fired with that dark, sexy heat she remembered so well. His hard face relaxed in a smile. “Thank you, Petal.”
Reaching down, he held out his hands to her, palms up. She put her hands in his much larger ones, and he tugged her to her feet. Then he slipped one warm, calloused hand around the small of her back and pulled her onto his lap, astride him in the leather chair.
Daisy put her hands on his shoulders for balance as she settled on his thighs. She searched his gaze with hers.
“Does this mean you forgive me?”
He laughed, a shaken sound. “Baby, I’d forgive you capital one murder when you come to me like this,” he growled, his hands slipping down to cup her bare ass and squeeze.
He bent his head and pressed a soft, warm kiss to the upper slope of her breast, his mustache and beard tickling her skin.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are right now,” he told her, kissing her other breast. “My shy, sexy Petal.”
He leaned his head against her breasts and took a deep breath, his arms tightening so she was pressed against him. She could feel his hot, moist breath on her skin, the tender skin of his face and the brush of his lashes. His heart thumping against hers. For the first time in days, she felt warm, clear through.
“You break my heart, baby. So scared but so brave.” His deep voice was rough with emotion. Emotion she could feel in the shudder of his powerful body under hers, in the arms around her.
Daisy bit back a sob of pure happiness and relief. “Oh, Dack.” She slipped her arms around his neck and hung on to him, laying her cheek on his hair. He smelled of faint woodsy shampoo and his special scent. “I’d dare anything for you.”
He tipped his head back, looking up into her eyes. “I feel the same way. You may not have noticed, but I don’t wear my shades nearly as much.”
With a butterfly touch, she bent to kiss the scar that bisected his eyebrow, and then his cheek. “I noticed,” she murmured, drunk on his nearness. “But I didn’t know if I should say anything. I was afraid you’d put them back on.”
He laughed. “No. I realized you truly don’t see my scar when you look at me. It’s the same for me, Petal. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with. When I look at you, I don’t see a woman who’s missing anything. I see an incredibly sexy babe that I can’t wait to get my hands and my mouth on, that I can’t wait to fuck, every place and every way she’ll let me.”
“Oh,” she breathed. There was his naughty poet side, emerging for her. “I-I love you, Dack.”
She kissed him, pouring her heart into it, sinking into the heat and tenderness and taste of him. Dack kissed her back, devouring her with tender lips and tongue, cradling her close as he proved how beautiful she was to him.
Finally he drew back for a breath and smiled at her. “Did I hear you say you love me, Daisy Petal?”
“Mm-hmm,” she admitted, kissing his cheek and rubbing her face on his beard, her heart pounding. Oh, crap, she’d done it now. She just hoped he didn’t run screaming for the nearest exit.
Dack cupped her face in his hand. “I love you too.” His deep voice was rough with emotion.
Her heart skipped a beat, stumbled and landed at his feet. “You do?”
He nodded. “I know it’s fast, but there it is. Hell, I think I fell for you the first time I saw you walk into Big Iron, looking like a sexy little elf queen.”
“Well, thank God.” She smiled shakily. “I wouldn’t want to be the only crazy one here.”
He smacked her bottom playfully. “Are you crazy in love with me, Petal?”
She nodded, knowing her heart was in her eyes and reveling in the way his shone back at her.
“Good, ’cause then you’ll let me have my way with you.”
She moved enticingly on the long, stiff shape prodding her through his Levis. “I thought you’d never ask.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously, “Oh, I’m not askin’, Petal. I’m tellin’ you how it’s gonna be.”
Her pussy contracted with excitement, and he must have felt her breath catch, because he chuckled. “Hang on tight, baby.”
She did, and he surged to his feet. With her in his arms, he walked across the room, down the short hall, and into a dark room. He let her down onto a soft, cool comforter and reached to flick on a lamp without letting go of her.
They were in his bedroom. Daisy had a hazy impression of a comfortable, masculine room. The bed was a king. No surprise there, since everything about him was king-size too.
More importantly, he was pulling his T-shirt over his head, revealing the powerful torso she loved. There was that broad, hair-dusted chest and the dark happy trail arrowing down over his six-pack. She watched with eager lust as he shoved his jeans down, and his cock sprang free, flushed and turgid, prodding the air between them as he kicked the jeans aside and knelt on the side of the bed.
“Can you just…stay right there for a minute?” she pleaded, leaning up on her elbow.
He snorted a quick laugh. “Yeah, I guess.”
She reached out and stroked her fingers down his thigh, over the smooth skin and heavy ropes of muscle, the fine hair that dusted his upper thigh. “It’s just that…I’ve never seen you naked.” She trailed her fingers up over the sharp cut of muscle above the crease of his hip. “You’re so big and beautiful.”
He laughed again, a shaken sound. “Only you would call me beautiful, Petal.”
She scooted closer, her hand slipping over the ridges of muscle on his abs and then stroking lightly out over the silken length of his cock. She bent her head close and inhaled his musky, masculine scent. “You are beautiful,” she murmured. “And you smell so good. I love the way you smell.”
As her fingers closed around his shaft, firm and silky and surging in her grasp, he shuddered, his hands fisting on the coverlet. “Jesus, Petal, you’re gonna make me come right now. And I want to be deep inside your sweet pussy when that happens.”
He pulled her ha
nd away and brought it up to kiss her palm, his eyes glittering over the edge of her hand. “And I think you want me there too.”
She squirmed, clenching her thighs together. “Yes, Dack.”
He growled deep in his chest. “God, it gets me off when you talk so sweet to me.” He came down over her, caging her with his big, hard, warm body, his hands cupping her head, his face close to hers. “My own sweet little sub.”
She nodded, opening her mouth for his kiss. He gave it to her, slow and hot and tender, while he lowered himself, brushing his body over hers, teasing them both with the brush of hard over soft, adamant over yielding, raw power over gentle strength. Daisy slid her hands up around his back, reveling in the play of muscle under his satin skin, in the long sweep of him, down to the rounded curve of his ass, bunching as he moved over her.
His cock was hot satin against her belly, teasing her with the promise of more.
“I want you inside me,” she pleaded as he kissed his way down her throat.
“Mm-hm,” he approved. “Soon, Petal.”
He slid down farther, finding her breast, and drew her nipple into his mouth, suckling first one and then the other until she was writhing under him. “Oh, that feels so good,” she praised him. “But hurry.”
“Oh, we can’t be doin’ that.” He gave her a look from under his brows. “You know, I haven’t tasted your pussy yet, Petal.”
“Oh.” It was more of a squeak than anything.
He chuckled as he pressed kisses down across the concavity of her belly and along the string of the thong. “You like having your pussy licked, Petal. I know you do.”
“I…”As he smiled knowingly at her, Daisy’s voice broke off, and a blush burned down over her bare chest. Damn him, did he have to remind her of that now? Other hands, other mouths touching her, making her come, all to prove to her that he was in charge. And she’d come when he told her to, and then she’d let him fuck her right there, for everyone to see.
“You don’t want me to lick you?” he asked, running his fingertip slowly up and down the center of the lace panel, directly over her clitoris on each sweep.
Daisy arched up into his touch. “Yes. Of course I do.” She craved his tongue on her.
He cocked his head to admire her as he pulled the thong aside a few inches. “Well, you know I like you to ask me nice, Petal. Now let’s see, how about this? ‘Dack, please lick my pussy until I cream’—oh, sorry, meant to say scream. ‘Cause you’re already creaming for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes.” She pouted, not caring if he saw. The sadist, he wanted her to beg him for this too? “Dack, please lick my pussy until…” Her pussy contracted with need as he smiled, clearly enjoying her dilemma. He couldn’t really make her scream, could he? “Until I scream.”
He nodded, absolute confidence in every hard plane of his face, in the gleam of his eyes.
“Just ’cause you asked me so nicely, don’t mind if I do.” Oh God, maybe he could.
He settled himself between her thighs and pulled the thong farther aside. “Don’t you want me to take that off?” she asked uncertainly.
“Oh, hell no. I’m enjoying the tease too much.”
She waited, holding her breath, for him to attack her with his tongue, but he seemed in no hurry, nibbling his way up her inner thigh and inhaling her scent.
“I fuckin’ love the way you smell, Petal,” he murmured. “I could come just sniffing you. ‘Specially when you’re aroused. Just hot, naughty Daisy Petal, all ready for me.” He nudged the thong aside farther, and she felt his warm breath on her labia and her clitoris. “Ready for me to put myself in you… My fingers, my cock and my tongue.”
Since he punctuated each phrase with a brush of something—was that his tongue?—on her trembling flesh, Daisy listened raptly.
“I’ll want to put a toy or two in your sweet pussy one of these days,” he mused, spreading her with his fingers.
Her pussy contracted sharply against the move, or perhaps at his suggestion, and he smiled. “And maybe in your ass.” He laughed when she jerked and soothed her with a long stroke of his tongue up through the furrow of her labia.
“Y-you are not putting anything in my ass,” she told him, her fingers in his hair in case he did anything she didn’t like. Or in case she wanted to hold him a little bit closer.
“Petal,” he reproved. “Did my little sub just say no to me?”
She bit her lip, but it was too late. He’d noticed her gasp of excitement. Watching her, he lifted one hand and smacked her lightly, right on her mons. It didn’t sting, exactly, but it made her jerk. He did it again, this time stinging the inside of her thigh.
“Reach up there and grab on to the bed,” he ordered. “‘Cause I can tell you like this, and I don’t want you digging holes in me with your nails.”
She opened her mouth to protest, and he smacked her again, right on her pussy. It stung a little, but more than that, it told her he was in charge and she needn’t worry about anything, that he was going to make her come, on his schedule. She reached up and grabbed on to the heavy wooden bar that ran across the head of his bed, happiness flooding her.
He nodded his approval. “Good. Now just a couple more, baby, for being naughty. Then I’ll let you come for me.”
He spanked her three more times, careful swats of his powerful hand on her tender inner thighs and the last time on her pussy, waiting and open for him. By the time he was finished, she was ready to scream, or cry—with frustration, a bit of anger at him and a treacherous, quaking excitement.
“You ready to scream?” he asked, the tender dom.
“Yes, Dack.”
And, oh God, the first swipe of his soft, tender tongue up over her pussy and her clitoris, and she did. Well, that was just a whimper, but then he groaned as if she tasted better than anything he’d ever had in his mouth. He licked her with such knowing skill, swirling his tongue roughly over her swollen clitoris until her world narrowed down and down to that small area of her body. She cried out again and again, calling his name, until he thrust two long fingers inside her and hooked them up to press her G-spot, and she came so hard she shuddered, her body arching up off the bed to him, a high, thin cry streaming from her mouth.
As she sank back, gasping from the pleasure still quaking through her, he came up over her.
“God, baby, that was beautiful.” He tugged the thong off her. Then he kissed her, with her smell and her taste on his mouth, and Daisy wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back and moaning with happiness as his heavy frame pressed her into the bed.
He set the head of his cock in her entrance and paused, his big body trembling with eagerness. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, and he stared into them as he thrust, forging into her with a long, sleek stroke. He grunted and flexed his hips, seating himself so deeply she felt as if he owned her. “I love you,” he told her. “And you are fuckin’ mine.”
“Yes, Dack.”
“Wrap those pretty legs around my ass and hang on,” he told her, with a hard kiss. “Time to make you scream again.”
As he pulled out and shoved back in, filling her up completely and raking every nerve in her sensitized channel, she moaned with joy. “I don’t think…that will be…a problem.”
And it wasn’t. When he hooked one arm under her, pulling her up tight against him, and pounded into her, rocking the big bed against the wall, he rocked her world as well. She’d loved what he did at the club, but lying underneath him in his bed with him going wild in her arms was the best of all. Her world narrowed down once again to his cock thrusting inside her, owning her, making her implode around him.
“Ah, fuck, baby,” he groaned when she came. “Yeah, that’s it. So good…so perfect.”
When he strained into her one final time, shouting his pleasure to the quiet night air, she didn’t feel so bad about all the noises he’d gotten out of her.
Afterward, he tugged the sheet and comforter from under h
er and then pulled the covers over both of them. Daisy snuggled close to his side, her head on his shoulder, her hand on his heart, which was just now slowing along with his breathing. His heavy arm lay around her, anchoring her to his side. She was so happy, she was floating.
“I’m glad you were home,” she murmured, turning her head just enough to kiss his damp skin. “I don’t know how long it would’ve taken to get my courage up to come back over here again.”
To her surprise, Dack began to laugh, his chest quivering under her. He gave her a squeeze. “Oh, I was home all right. Your friends made sure of that.”
Daisy lifted her head. “My friends did what?”
He grinned at her, stroking her ass. “Petal, my phone hasn’t stopped ringing. First Carlie called me and wanted to know what the hell Sara and I had done to convince you we were getting some on the side. Then Sara called me, telling me you were mad and I had to fix it. Then they both called me to tell me to be home tonight or else.”
Daisy dropped her forehead on his chest and groaned. “This whole thing was a setup?”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “’Fraid so, baby.”
She pinched him. “You made me beg. I thought you weren’t going to forgive me.”
He chuckled unrepentantly, fending her off. “Hey, I didn’t want to miss one second of you kneeling before me in that thong. I may frame that little bitty black lace.”
She pouted for another moment and then gave it up. She was too happy to hold on to her mad.
“You know, I don’t usually…go off like that on guys,” she told him. “It was just—you were holding her and saying the same things you said to me that first night.”
“I hear you. But, you were kinda freaked the first night, if you recall. And that’s part of the service, calming down a new sub.”
She made a face at him. “Which you will not be giving other women now.”
He held up a finger, silencing her. “No, which you will not misunderstand if I have to.” He tapped the end of her nose. “Petal, running the club carries a lot of responsibility. We’re throwing people together in a sexual atmosphere. We vet members as carefully as we can, but once in a while a ringer like that fuck-head Kevin is bound to slide through. When that happens, Trace and Jake and I have to be there for anyone who’s hurt or scared. You see what I’m sayin’?”
