CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Tristan
Daisy has been curiously closed to me. Not physically, not like that. In bed she’s open, pussy creaming, available to me always, wet and sleek, nubile and beautiful. But mentally she’s closed, like she’s walled off a part of herself.
“What’s wrong baby?” I asked one day, trailing a finger along her curves.
“Nothing,” the woman murmured, eyes closed, lashes perfect half-moons against her cheek. We were still in the bedroom, sated in the aftermath of mind-blowing sex and Daisy was drowsy, hair spread over the pillow, damp and sexy still.
But I could tell something was different. Before, she used to confide in me, we’d have some pillow-talk before she wrapped herself around me and fell asleep. But now she never really wants to say anything, instead dozing off immediately, going silent, her breathing soft in the air.
What could it be? My mind immediately shot to pregnancy. We haven’t been using anything and even though I just got back from Europe, it was possible. Daisy was nineteen after all, nubile and fertile, it was totally possible because these things don’t take that much time.
But my instincts told me it was something else and despite my best efforts to get to the bottom of it, the girl was curiously evasive, smiling and putting me off.
“It’s your imagination,” she said, shooting me a sultry look.
“It’s not my imagination,” I grunted, untangling her arms from my neck. I was dead serious and wanted her to understand. “You’re hiding something.”
“I’m not hiding anything,” she protested, trying to get close to me again, trailing her foot over my calf, gently teasing. “Everything’s fine.”
But I shook my head. Everything wasn’t fine, something had been bothering her for the last two weeks and I was going to confront her about it, make her listen.
But it was hopeless. Daisy wouldn’t answer, merely smiling and coy, beckoning with her body once more. And like a lost man, I gave in, each and every time. Whenever I tried to ask, we ended up making love so hard, so thorough, that all thoughts flew out of my mind.
So finally, I asked her to join me at my office, maybe this way I could get some answers without falling into lust. So Daisy came to visit, striding through our lobby in a blue dress, confident and regal even at nineteen. Sure, tongues wagged, scandalized eyes trailed that curvy form, but I didn’t give a fuck and neither did she. I welcomed her into my private sanctuary, shutting the door behind her firmly, gesturing to the white couches in the sitting area.
“Little girl, how are you?” I began, seating myself across from her, casually handsome.
And I could tell something had changed because there was fire in her eyes.
“I’m good,” she said shortly, holding up her arm. “By the way, I bought something new.”
The diamonds on her wrist sparkled madly under the light, probably twenty carats in all. But it wasn’t the money that got me. It was the change. Before, Daisy had been careful, modest even, living in a shitty walk-up on the Lower East Side, buying just the bare minimum of clothes, regular stuff you could find anywhere. But clearly those days were gone because the female wasn’t holding back anymore. The woman now spent my money like it belonged to her, and of course it did. She was my woman and I took care of my own.
But it was the change in attitude that took me aback.
“I asked you here today because I wanted to talk to you about the future,” I began.
“Oh Tristan, you’re so silly,” she laughed. “The future? I just got over the past.”
I frowned for a moment.
“What the fuck?” I growled, brows lowering ominously. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
And here, she sat upright, glaring at me again.
“You haven’t noticed that I’ve been avoiding you?” she asked archly. “That I avoid talking with you, confiding in you, that our relationship has been just physical?”
I glared right back at her.
“Of course I’ve noticed, that’s why you’re here,” I ground out.
“Well you don’t need to worry, Tristan, I’m all good,” she said carelessly, leaning back in her chair again, elegant and relaxed. “I’m all good,” she added again.
WTF? I had no idea where this conversation was going, where we were exactly. I was beyond confused, hopelessly lost, no idea what the hell was happening.
“Daisy,” I ground out, “I know you weren’t happy with my disappearance but as I explained, I had to wait until the time was right, I had to sell some assets first. It wouldn’t have worked for the publisher of family magazines to be involved with his ward. It wouldn’t have worked at all,” I stressed.
“Why not?” she asked, sticking her lip out.
This was what I hated most about the little girl. Daisy was smart but petulant at times, in need of a good spanking.
“Because I’m the publisher of Everyday Dads, for example,” I said exasperatedly. “Remember? If word got out that Mr. Marks was drilling his ward, we’d lose all our business. I mean, shit, a guardian drilling his ward? That’s the exact opposite of family values.”
“So?” asked Daisy pouting again. “So what’s wrong with a little scandal? You’re not exactly a saint,” she added unhelpfully.
I gave up then, sitting back in my chair with exasperation. I couldn’t get through to her, couldn’t get through that Marks Holdings was my baby, that I couldn’t jeopardize my empire carelessly, that there had to be a plan before I could reveal our relationship to the world. And so I sat back with defeat, giving up for the time being, instead choosing to focus on what we did have going.
“Lift up your dress,” I growled, piercing her with my stare. “Let Daddy see you.”
And suddenly we were speaking the same language again. It was baffling, how we couldn’t have even a five minute conversation about our relationship, but when it came to the physical, hell yeah, we were on the same page.
And with a giggle and sigh, Daisy scooted so that her ass perched at the edge of the couch, spreading her legs slowly while edging the fabric up, staring at me the whole time, fixing me with those big brown eyes.
Breathily she whispered, “Like this Daddy? Like this?” she asked, pulling up her skirt until her pussy lips were visible, gleaming and wet.
“I didn’t wear panties today, Daddy,” she whispered. “In fact, I never wear panties when I’m going to see you,” she said, slipping two fingers down to stroke lightly over her lips, massaging that pretty cunt.
And I couldn’t resist, I’ve never been able to resist my beautiful girl.
“Pull your twat apart,” I commanded, eyes fixed to her snatch, my dick already out and dripping. “Show me your clit, show Mr. Marks that hornyclit.”
And with a coy smile, Daisy pulled her lips apart to reveal the nub, her flesh stiff and aching, begging to be sucked and licked before I fucked her.
“You like, Daddy?” she giggled, wiggling a bit, boobies bouncing in the vee of her dress. “Is this what you wanted?” she repeated, and just like that I was on her, my dick in her, my cock making her moan, twist and sigh, impaled once again, both of us straining towards heaven. And fuck, but it was like lightning. I came once, twice, three times, the little girl milking every last drop from me, taking everything I had as she creamed lusciously on my pole, her little snatch pulsing and clamping because I was the first dick, the only dick she’d ever tasted.
But once it was all over, the shuttered look returned to Daisy’s eyes, her smiles sweet while giving away nothing. I watched silently as she straightened her clothes, pulling the blue dress back in place, rearranging her curves so that everything looked just right.
“We’re not done yet, Daisy,” I growled, my eyes glued to her frame, “I’m not done resolving whatever this shit is,” I threatened.
But Daisy wasn’t cowed.
“Okay Daddy,” she purred before tripping out the door. “Whatever you say.”
And I grunted, exasperated again. On the one hand, I was proud of my girl, proud that she wasn’t afraid to be seen with me, striding through the office like she owned the place even as people whispered and gossiped about our illicit relationship.
But on the other hand, I had to admit I was worried. Sure Daisy and I were out in the open now, parading our connection to the world but there were more secrets inside … and secrets have a way of tearing you up and leaving you dead by the roadside.