CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Daisy
I stood with Tristan in the shower, pressing my curves against him. Mr. Marks was gorgeous and it was hard to focus as he shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp, rinsing the suds gently, making sure that no soap got in my eyes.
“Oh Daddy,” I moaned, luxuriating in his gentle touch, the big hands skimming my curves, pausing to squeeze a breast, play with the nipple before moving lower to caress my waist, my hip, dip into the vee between my thighs.
“Yes, little girl,” he rumbled against my ear, kneeling down and parting my legs, leaning forward to taste the nectar there, letting my cream run down his throat. “Yes.”
But I forced myself to focus.
“Daddy,” I said hesitantly. “I want you to know that I’ve forgiven you.”
His eyes snapped open then, looking up at me through the spray, dark blue and dangerous. But his voice was deceptively mild.
“Forgiven?” he rumbled, eyebrows raised. “I didn’t realize you were mad.”
And I laughed hesitantly then.
“Well, I have been avoiding you emotionally, a little bit,” I admitted. “But I’m through with that now.”
“Mm-hmm,” the big man ground out, vibrating his lips against my clit. “And what’s changed?”
I sighed, trying my best to stay focused even as he worked my sensitive nub, kissed my cunt.
“I’ve realized that there are no Prince Charmings,” I gasped between breathy sighs. “I’ve realized there’s only you.”
Tristan paused again, crouched between my legs, one finger still lightly trailing through the pink folds.
“What do you mean, no Prince Charmings?” he asked. “I thought I was your Prince Charming.”
“You are, you are,” I sighed, sitting down on the shower seat and pulling up my knees so that my pussy and ass were bared to him, the pink flesh steaming and wet, my little brown pucker winking. And like a man mesmerized, Tristan knelt before me, taking his dick in hand and running the tip through my folds, lubing me up with a trail of pre-cum. “But I’m not mad at you anymore,” I gasped as he pushed in, cock immediately bottoming out, ten inches straight up my inner channel, making me writhe with ecstasy.
“So what does this mean?” he asked, stroking deeply in me, pulling in and out, massaging my inner channel.
And I paused for a moment, putting my hands on his shoulders, both of us stilling.
“What it means is that I get it,” I panted. “You had me in the closet for a while because the time wasn’t right. You had to get everything sorted out before we could go public with our relationship.”
Tristan looked deeply in my eyes, cock still buried in my snatch.
“But I told you all this before, from when we met in your apartment,” he growled. “What made you come around?”
“Well I had a talk with my mentor and let’s just say he made me see the light. Life isn’t that simple, timing is everything and there are many types of happily ever afters,” I murmured, suddenly shy, cheeks growing red. “You are my Prince Charming, you’re my everything … and I’m not afraid to say it,” I panted slightly.
But Tristan wasn’t completely convinced yet.
“And who is this mentor, may I ask?” he growled into my ear, hips jerking reflexively, twitching inside me, making me moan. “Who is this dude I owe my life to?” he demanded.
I flushed, it seemed so wrong to say another man’s name when Tristan was literally in me, my pussy wrapped snugly around his cock. But I figured it wouldn’t matter, that this wasn’t the time to hold back. We were on a roll in terms of baring our souls and besides, Harvey Echo was an old man, he’d never be competition for my alpha male.
“It’s Harvey Echo,” I panted breathlessly, wriggling my hips slightly, trying to get Tristan to start stroking again. I loved him so much in my pussy, desperately needed to be fucked, to feel that delicious friction working my little cunt. “You know, the publishing magnate?”
And at that, Tristan pulled out completely, leaving my kitty empty, shockingly hollow, a void opening at my core.
“Harvey Echo?” he repeated disbelieving. “You know that we’re in the same business right Daisy?” he asked, seizing my shoulders, shaking me a little. “You know we’re competitors, that I’m buying his mag PrettyGirl. Don’t tell me he’s your buddy, that you’ve been confiding in him, telling him about our sex life.”
My hand flew to my mouth.
“I knew you were in the same industry Mr. Marks but I didn’t know that you were buying PrettyGirl! Oh god, I hope I didn’t screw things up,” I gasped, eyes wide.
Tristan’s eyes grew dark, menacing even, dragging my butt rudely to the edge of the shower seat so that I was perched precariously, pushing my knees up, forcing my hips forward.
“You, my silly girl, have been very, very foolish, and for that Daddy’s going to punish you,” he growled, his big hands gripping my thighs. And without any further ado, he pushed his cock deep into my ass, doing the anal drill, making me twitch.
“Oh!” I squealed. “Oh oh oh!”
Tristan just hissed in my ear.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Daisy, and Daddy’s not over it, not by a long shot,” he husked, pulling my ass on him tight, the hot meat buried deep up my backside, my hole violated. “But this is our first move towards working it out because you’re gonna make it up to me,” he hissed, cock making me tremble, burn, and writhe in ecstasy.
And I screamed then, both in ecstasy and agony. What was he talking about?
“You’re gonna make it up to me,” he rasped, biting the side of my neck as his dick rammed up my backside. “You’ve been talking to the competitor, spilling the beans, and you’re gonna make it up to me.”
And at that moment, I was ready to give it my all.
“Yes Daddy,” I cried out, writhing, impaled on his stiff shaft, bolts of lightning shooting through my cunt. “Yes Daddy, I’ll make it up to you, use me however you want.”
And with that, Tristan grunted, spurting reams of white deep inside.
“Baby, what I want is …,” he rasped.
But I couldn’t hear because the orgasm tearing through me was so vivid and strong that his voice was drowned out. And I screamed my ecstasy.
“Tristan, I love you!” I shrieked, lifting my mouth to the man, sealing him with my kiss, begging him to forgive me. And the big man took my everything, my little body, my voice, my ass, everything that was on show was his. But even those that weren’t, namely my heart, belonged to him as well. And as we came down from heaven, he stroked my back soothingly, helping me relax as the muscle spasms subsided.
“Fuck you,” he rumbled in my ear. “Fuck you, Daisy Smith.”
And I smiled lazily, languorously against his shoulder.
“By all means,” I teased, out of breath. “You want to tell me how I make it up to you?”
He held me tight, cock still embedded in my backside.
“I just can’t believe this has happened,” he growled, shaking his head.
“What, that I’ve fallen in love with you? And by the way, you haven’t said it back,” I mewled gently, lips in a teasing pout.
And the big man grabbed my shoulders then, holding my small frame close.
“Honey, it’s not that,” he choked out. “Well, it is, what I mean is …” His voice trailed off. But I was a brave woman now, I was changed, and had enough for both of us.
“That you love me too?” I said with a gentle smile, stroking that strong jaw. “That you love me?”
And mutely, Tristan put his head on my breast, resting against the soft flesh.
“Daisy Smith, I don’t know what that old geezer said to you, but whatever he said, he deserves a reward,” he choked out once more. “Because yes, I love you, I love you so much and I’m so sorry about everything that happened. I know how it looks, that I only wanted you once it was okay for my business, but that’s not true,” he said fiercely.
“It’s not?” I asked eyebrows raised.
“It’s not,” he confirmed roughly. “I’ve always wanted you, I just couldn’t take it public until the time was right. I’m sorry honey, I’m a businessman through and through, and my baby is this business,” he choked out once more. “I founded Marks Holdings when I was twenty-one, I’ve grown it from a seedling. I can’t throw it all down the toilet in one fell swoop.”
And I nodded, at peace for the first time in a long time.
“I know, Tristan, I know,” I said gently, rubbing his back.
The big man jerked his head up.
“But how?” he asked, anguished. “Why are you so understanding? What changed?”
And I shook my head, contemplative, despite the fact that we were still both nude in the shower, intimately connected.
“I guess what it is, is that the world isn’t so black and white,” I murmured gently. “Before, I thought it had to be me or the company. Me or Marks Holdings, me versus the world. But I’ve come to realize that you are the company,” I said slowly. “That this corporation is a part of you for better or worse.”
And Tristan bowed his head, anguished.
“And that’s the thing, baby,” he ground out, voice rough and agonized. “I don’t want to have to choose.”
But I laughed gently then, stroking his hair.
“And that’s the beauty of it,” I chided gently. “Now that I have an expansive world view, I know that it’s not me versus the world or me versus the company. There’s room for us both, there’s more than one way to approach a situation, and yeah, timing is everything. So I understand Tristan. I understand why you didn’t want to go public with the story of “us” until all the ducks were in order.”
And the big man nodded again.
“I’m so sorry,” he ground out once more. “I had to wait ….”
I interrupted.
“I know,” I said gently. “And I forgive you,” I finished, with a kiss.
And that’s the story of Tristan and I, everything wrong and yet everything right, all at the same. Because now I understand better. Call it maturity, call it growing up, call it the immeasurable influence of Harvey Echo. But what had made me fighting mad just two days ago didn’t seem to matter so much anymore. I understood my man better now. Tristan had Marks Holdings long before me, this was his first love, his lifeline for many years before I came along.
And I could no more take that away from him than build him a different heart. So instead, I accepted. I accepted that my magnate, the CEO, the head of an international conglomerate would always be tied to this company he founded. But the thing is that Marks Holdings isn’t first, and I’m not second, nor is the situation reversed. We orbit in different spheres, and we mean different things to the man, which is for the better. After all, isn’t diversity good? Isn’t it good to have a plethora of interests, a grab bag of resources, to expand your mind all the while expanding your heart?
So yes, I’ve made peace with the situation. Tristan didn’t want to acknowledge me as his lover until the timing was perfect business-wise, and I’ve accepted that now. After all, I’m only nineteen and hardly in a rush, the world’s my oyster. And reassuringly, the best part of being with a powerful man is that Tristan’s got infinite resources at his fingertips. So if I need something, or if his company needs something, most times, it’s totally fine. Mr. Marks will find some way to make them both happen, it’s not a big deal. So yeah, with a little understanding, a little deep thinking, and a big push from my mentor, I got over my hang-up. Prince Charmings are multi-dimensional, and my particular Prince Charming is as complicated as a Rubik’s cube turned backwards and twisted inside out. I’ll never understand Tristan completely, but that’s the beauty of it. My lover, my man, my everything always has me on my toes … and it suits me just fine.