Chapter Ten
Brick
I was so hard that it was painful. It took every ounce of my self-control to walk away from her. The rational part of me knew that she should be eased into this, but the part of me that craved her wanted me to take her virginity right then and there on the dining room table.
Nice dinners. Lit candles. She could have done far worse. Most women lost it in the backseat of some loser’s car.
She'd gone off like a rocket, and I'd barely been playing with her for five minutes. I was used to more seasoned women, the ones who required a little more work and finesse. I knew from the moment of touching her that she was ready, but if she didn't get a handle on it, I was going to destroy her before the month was up.
Stepping into the cold shower, I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I could imagine her right now. Naked and wet in the shower. Lathering up. Maybe experimenting with herself. I'd planted the seeds. She'd want to see if she really could lick her nipples. She’d slowly move her fingers over her clit, delve them inside her body, see if she could make herself come as quickly as I did.
The cold shower was going to do me no good if I kept thinking about Daisy like that. God knows that spreading her legs on that table, tying her down and eating her out, was now officially on my to-do list.
When I stepped out of the shower, things were quiet on her side of the hall. Naked, I poured myself a drink from my personal bar and walked to the window. My lights were still out, and I knew that no one could see me. Briefly, I thought about calling someone. There were a number of women I used when in need of some quick relief. A few minutes of some sweet lips wrapped around my cock would do me a world of good, but for some reason, I didn't want to call anyone.
It was hardly guilt. I barely knew Daisy, and this wasn't a relationship. This was just sex. I could fuck any woman without guilt. Hell, I could fuck a woman right in front of Daisy and wouldn't feel bad about it.
But it still didn't feel….right.
Tipping the glass back, I let the expensive liquid slide down my throat and warm me. None of this was meant to be complicated. I sure as hell wasn't paying more than a quarter of a million of dollars for complicated.
Ten thousand dollars. That was all Ralph was willing to pay Daisy. What the fuck was wrong with that boy? I clenched my hand around my glass to keep from punching something. I had half a mind to have that boy thrown in jail for pimping and pay all the money to Daisy, but again, that was complicated.
Why did I even care what Ralph paid the Daisy? She was here to do a service and nothing more. If he only paid her ten grand and she didn’t ask what the total was, then that was their business. Not mine.
I poured myself another glass before putting the bottle away. I knew that alcoholism ran in my family. My lips curled at the thought of such a ridiculous concept as a hereditary disease like that, but I'd always felt the pull to drown myself in something in order to escape life. Alcohol. Drugs.
Sex.
I didn't overindulge. I liked having control in all aspect of my life, and that included my vices. That need for control was probably the only thing keeping me from turning into the shriveled angry man that my grandfather had become.
I wasn't about the relinquish any of that power to anything or anyone.
Tossing the last drink back, I sat the empty glass on the counter and dressed. It wasn't late enough to go to bed, and there wasn’t a woman to entertain me, so I might as well get some work done. There were some foreign clients that I wanted to chat with, and tonight was as good a time as any.
It was well past midnight before I finally crawled into bed. My work had done nothing to dampen my desire, and it felt like all four hours of sleep was dominated by erotic dreams of the sweet innocent woman sleeping down the hall.
* * *
Daisy was still in her room when I got ready to leave for work the next morning. It bothered me a little that she was hiding from me, but I wrote her instructions and went to work.
The first face that I saw after unlocking the door to my office was filled with fury. Julia marched to my desk and slapped her hands down. “You tell me right now what you've done, and I'll try to get ahead of the press and make sure that it's not splashed in the headlines tomorrow.”
“Good morning, Julia,” I said calmly. “I trust that you took take care of Ralph's egotistical loose lips for me?”
“I threatened to demote him to the mail room. He seemed shocked that you two weren't best friends. Said something about sharing a common interest. So help me God, if you two shared a woman…”
“Stop talking,” I said, holding up my hand and shuddering. “I could have gone my entire lifetime without that mental image in my head. You should know me well enough by now to know that I don't share my women.”
“Then what?” she snapped. “What the hell did you do?”
“I'm borrowing his girlfriend. You wanted me to discreetly take care of my pleasures, and now I have a gorgeous woman in my condo, locked safely away from the prying eyes of the press, and willing to do whatever I want.”
“Borrowing his girlfriend?” Her beautiful face turned ashen. “For a price?”
“Don't worry. It's completely under the table. I won't be claiming it when I do my taxes this year.”
“This is not happening,” she whispered. “You bought a woman. You. Who have women throwing themselves at you, purchased a hooker.”
“She's not a hooker,” I said sharply.
“So what? Is this a girlfriend experience? Brick, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong me, Julia. You need to watch yourself. In my professional life, you can spout your opinions until you're blue in the face, but my personal life is none of your business. I've arranged it so that, at least for the next month, the two won't blend together. You should be happy.” I shot her a pointed look. “And we're not going to have this conversation again.”
“The hell we aren't. Ralph might have signed a contract, but did Daisy? What happens when you’re done with that girl? You don't think she's going right to the press to try and wrangle more money out of you?”
The thought of Daisy trying to intimidate me made me chuckle. “Trust me. That is never going to happen. She is more than submissive. She'll take her money and a pat on the head and walk away like a good little girl.”
Julia shook her head. “That’s not good enough for me. I want to meet her.”
“Never going to happen, Julia. Now are we done, or do I have to find a new assistant?”
She pressed her lips in a tight line and straightened. Without a word, she walked out of my office and slammed the door shut behind her. First Suzie. Now Julia. I was apparently pissing off all the women in my life.
Julia communicated only through emails and texts for the rest of the day. Normally, she accosted me before I left work so she could go over tomorrow's schedule, but the lights were out in her office when I took off for the night.
Obviously I'd really pissed her off. It soured my mood as my driver brought me home. The whole point of having Daisy was to not worry about this kind of crossover, but Julia just kept pushing. If only she knew what I really did in my personal life.
I was early getting home, and the scene that greeted me pissed me off even more. Daisy, dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a black blouse, sat on the counter and swung her legs while she talked to Suzie.
“What the hell is this?” I said with a growl. “Why isn't dinner ready, and why the fuck aren't you in the dress that I bought you?”
Daisy’s eyes widened in panic as she hopped down from the counter. I noticed that she was still favoring her foot as she kept her heel up. “I'm sorry. We weren't expecting you for another half an hour.”
“It takes you less than half an hour to get ready?” I taunted.
She looked at me with even more confusion. “It's just a dress. It takes a few seconds to slip on. I did try to walk around in the shoes a little bit though. I think that maybe I can wear them tonight.”
“Not with that cut,” Suzie interrupted. “You need to keep all of your foot flat on the ground.”
“Why are you here, woman?” I snapped. “You're supposed to deliver my meals this month.”
“Mr. Langston,” Daisy gasped.
“Don't get yourself all excited, darling,” Suzie said as she shot me a cold look. “He just gets this way when he's had a bad day at work. He sometimes has a hard time separating the two.”
“Leave. Now.”
Untying her apron, she let it fall to the floor. The anger in me burned even brighter when she gently squeezed Daisy's arm. I waited until the front door slam shut before I advanced on Daisy. “Day two, and you're already turning my staff against me.”
“We were only talking,” she said nervously as she pushed her back against the counter. “I finished everything on the list, Mr. Langston. I swear. We were just chatting while she finished up dinner. It wasn't going to be late.”
“Pick up that apron, and then get dressed,” I hissed. “And then get your ass back down here immediately. You have ten minutes, and I better like what I see.”
The fear in her eyes was all too real as she fled the kitchen. Stripping off my jacket, I dropped it on the chair. Suzie and I were going to have a long talk about her place in my household. The last thing that I wanted was for the staff to get chummy with Daisy. There was a reason that I wanted her isolated and let them have off for the month.
I wanted her to rely solely on me.
There was a chicken pasta dish in the pot on the stove. I had specifically asked for stuffed flounder tonight.
“I'm allergic to seafood,” Daisy said softly. “That's why she was here. When I told her, she insisted on making me something else. I told her that I was fine with a sandwich, but that just upset her.”
She apparently wasn't lying by how quickly she could get ready. Her make-up was still basic, but she didn't need much. The last thing that I wanted was to see her beauty smothered by powders. The black dress looked devastating on her. It was strapless and sheer in all the right places. The long slit gave me another peek at those beautiful thighs, and I could see hints of her abdomen and a daring amount of her breasts. The thin opaque strip covered only her nipples, and the design around her waist was meant to artfully hide her pussy.
That dress was made to drive men wild.
I ignored her apology. “Turn around. Slowly.”
While I was sure that she'd ready my instructions, I knew that she didn't get a good look at the dress before she put it on. The sheer fabric was meant to show just a hint of that perfect ass, but all I could see were the line of her panties. “Daisy,” I said in a cold voice. “Are you wearing underwear?”
As she faced me, I could see the embarrassment in her face. “I'm sorry.”
“Take them off. Now.” Pulling out a chair, I sat down and watched as she rushed to pull the offending garment off. “Kneel in front of me.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn't argue as she slowly walked towards me. Her heels clicked on the tile, and it pleased me enormously that she'd chosen to wear them and walk through the pain. Kneeling in front of me, she lowered her head. Reaching out, I brushed her hair over one shoulder so I could see the diamonds glittering from her collar.
“Are you afraid of me?”
“No,” she whispered, but she wrapped her arms around herself and didn't lift her head. I could see her shoulders shaking. “I tr….I trust you,” she stammered.
“Get up,” I directed. Slowly, she stood, but before she could walk away, I grabbed her hand and yanked her down. She stumbled, landing across my lap as I easily shifted her. Deftly, I pulled up her dress so that her ass cheeks were bare. “You disobeyed me, Daisy. You lied to me. It appears that you need to be reminded of your place.”
Her body wiggled across me making my cock hard. My hand shook as I raised it. “What are you going to do?” she whispered, and I brought my hand down. The satisfying sound was heaven to my ears.
Her body jerked, but she didn't cry out. “Daisy,” I asked softly as I watched her skin redden. “Did that hurt?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“But you didn't shout.”
“I was afraid to make it worse.”
Chuckling to myself, I slowly caressed her smooth skin. “The only thing that makes it worse is if hide yourself from me. When I pleasure you, I want to hear you pant and moan. When I punish you, I want to hear you cry out. I want to drink in every sound that you make. You're to be an open book for me at all times. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Immediately, I raised my hand again and smacked her quickly. Smack. Smack. Smack. She cried out each time. Resting my hand gently on her, I let my fingers wander just a little south. “What's this, Daisy?” I asked in a low voice. “Are you wet?”
When she didn't answer, I spanked her again. Three more, listening to her cries with each one. When she tried to wiggle off my lap, I anchored her to me. “Answer me when I ask you a question. Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Good girl,” I murmured in her ear. “That's a very good girl. You may kneel again.”
I felt bereft as her weight slid off my lap. When she kneeled once again, I could see her breasts heaving with each breath. Smiling, I reached down, trailing my hand from her collar to her nipple and pinched it lightly. She immediately threw her head back in pleasure and arched into my touch.
“Go plate up our dinner,” I said softly. “I'm hungry, Daisy.”
“Yes, Mr. Langston.”
“Master,” I told her. “You can call me Master from now on.”
Daisy nodded like a good submissive and when she rose, I reached out and wrapped my hand around her thigh. As I slid my hand up to feel her wet heat, I smiled.
“First I'm going to eat dinner. And then I'm going to eat you.”